Messrs Thimbles et Karens
are we too simple to know the difference
between the home-grown hommies
who you mark
from day one and scoop out their brains
leaving them as the dog beside the gramophone
listening to their Traders voices
stabbing and killing each-others as Traders plant and sow seeds
to divide, destabilize, disorganize and rule
this here ain't no home-grown
not bred to sit by your distorted archaic disreputable gramophones to jive to the ranting nonsenses of nonsensically wet Frosties
my ancestors rule towns
my siblings are men and women of letters with laurels
I was born in a free Nation
and wrapped in loving velvet
I was raised proper and I do proper things properly
I am not one of the tools variety
thimbles and Karens are tools who handle other tools
what's there about them not already known
what's there to overthink






As guest editor on BBC Radio 4's Today programme, Sterling sat down to talk with Three Lions boss Southgate.

Asked by his manager what advice he would have said to himself when he was 19, the 27-year-old said: "Come off social media, don't read anything about yourself.

"When I first came into the team, I was getting man of the matches.

"It was all nice - I was playing for England and really excited about that stuff.


"And then one thing happens and it's constant bad, bad, negative, negative.

"When you're putting this information into your brain, there's only way you're going to react.
"You're going to feel down about yourself, you're going to start overthinking. The one thing you don't want your brain to do as a human being - not just a footballer - is to overthink.

"I'd say stay away from looking at anything in regards to myself."

Sterling, Danny Rose and Callum Hudson-Odoi were racially abused by Montenegro fans in March 2019.

Check-MateProtocols
MEMO

FROM:  Mr Phil Indifrence,  Strategy Chess Insurgency  Corps.
Space Headquarters, Castleview Avenue, Dunstable XY10

TO:  Ms Petal  Dontrun,  Crimson Chess Federation.
De la Wigan Headquarters, Wigan, United Kingdom,  SM00

Dear Ms Dontrun,

Please accept my greetings. I write to clarify my stance on our
outstanding matters and hopefully to deter further speculation,
gossips, rumors, distortions, misinformation and sensationalism by the media.

As you are aware I contacted you on the day as arranged only to
be confronted with a response that was astoundingly unethical, un-
professional, rude, inconsiderate and totally uncalled-for. It was
so below expected standard that it raised doubt about your suit-
ability to be seen as a matured adult much less an intelligent being.

Still in the reverberations of this seismic occurrence I called again in
the hope it was a momentary loss of composure and yet again I was
subjected to a deluxe version of the first onslaught. To say I was
flabbergasted is putting things mildly, most especially as it was
totally unwarranted and underserved. It was obvious you lacked
any sense of decorum and had become an affront to common human decency and an embarrassment to your status.

In all fairness you did call some weeks later, but it had become
apparent that the ethos, protocol and cordiality that my Organi-
sation works within may not be relevant to your Organisation,
hence my unavailability to your contact.

I write to primarily reiterate that my position on this matter and
the present status quo is not based on some immature Ego play,
stubbornness, power-play or pride, rather it's in all truthfulness it's a belief in upholding standards in ethical considerations. I do not believe that bad manners, ill-considered behaviour, ill-judgement and a lack of sensitivity and good grace are matured and progressive trends to interact cooperatively within.

In conclusion, this is my stance on this matter and I hope it helps
your understanding. I believe a formal Apology from you and your
Organisation is appropriate in this regard and will instigate a
return to cordiality between our Organisation.

If you however feel this is unnecessary I will respect your decision
and the situation will remain unresolved.

I thank you for your attention.

Regards,

Phil Indifrence. C.E.O.

O 'captain, my captain
at the helm you steer sublime
in squall you hold steadfast unflinching
through the tsunami you rook your slants to roll
and in the flippancies of ragged sails and howling storms
you find the lull that soothes the vicious whispers of the tempests

O 'captain, my captain
with steady hands emboldened
you glide cantankerous waves with ease
telling Poseidon Neptune you chart this map
for in the longitude of courage the latitude of reason holds
and the laps if the gods do sway to the sanity of mist less horizon

O 'captain, my captain
below the dank and heaving decks
deckhands and maddened old salts hallucinates
in mutinous madness they gabble shanties of revolution
below deck minds see wrecks bones and journeys of no return
some mutter cap'n sleeps with the figurehead mermaid at the bow

O 'captain, my captain
unbowed you sail at bow unsurpassed
in the rip roaring rough waters you excel
in the calmness of a fair wind you exemplify bravery
a captain of all seasons from the equator to heating the Attic
where snow look like humans but crumble an melt in the sunlight

Because I do not represent a slave
and was born in honor and traditional dignity
because I uphold the rights of a free human and live as one
That for my colour is elitist and greedy
for having the comforts my neighbors did not
who then decided it was right to steal what I worked hard for
Because I do not represent a slave
and was not seen begging and borrowing
they say it was a crime to hold I was better than drunkards & thieves
Because I have a good education and potential
from respectable background I'm confident and self assured
they saw with resentful eyes to blacken with pomposity & arrogance
Because I do not represent a slave
not in street gangs and hoods hanging with the lawless mob
I am labelled proud & a toff because I am black & should as one
So because I do not represent a slave
I should be returned to square on and taught my place
I should be brought into the chain gang ******* and broken down
smashed to pieces & all the worthy bits of me blackened & destroyed
Because I do not represent a slave
the Confederacy Flag becomes the Red Banner of Solidarity
and they put the psychological knee on my neck & knelt hard
they slander, harass, hound, demonize, humiliate & bully
denied my basic human rights and seek to dehumanize me
All because in their white eyes
I do not represent a slave
I am black but should not be proud
of my Heritage and my Cultural dignity
They decide what is right or wrong
they decide who rules
they are the kings and kingmakers
Its their birthright

the type that is emotionally impacted
by height of short or tall
would not be the type that despite it all
has hung around in your faces
taking the mickey out of compound fools
and gold plated morons
since when do dumb soap-dodgers with
stunted sixty seconds tools
start eroding the confidence of David
versus street Goliath
or ingest the vomits of the disadvantaged
whose language he teaches them

I am amazing amazing amazing
okay I have been told that before
but what's amazing about that
when I already know
she said it and she said it and she did too
Pop said it and mom said so you think you're amazing
I replied I don't think I know
So whats amazing about being amazing
I'll tell you what amazing bout being amazing
A lot of people hate the amazing **** outta you
Now that's amazing, ******* amazing
so amazing it makes you even more amazingly amazing

The fools create their drama
they offered me free entry and participation
I kindly deferred their offer, said I had prior arrangements
they said you must come for its all about you
but you know me not, I replied in earnest, for indeed they don't
don't know any of you from Adam and I don't care to know
oh!, never mind that, they replied...we made it all up
we're good at fabricating, distorting and creating fake news
and so its our drama and we'll have it, with or without you
Do whatever you like, I said to them
I do not have the requirements or qualification to participate
in a Fools Drama by Fools.........

To another vine lend me your ears precious
in serene pennyworth abide with these musings
perchance some are worth tasting while some to spill
for in roaring thunder even lightenings fall to earths mud
departing in blazing strikes all soon back nowhere
thunder's enraged roars is nowt but a calling ring to clouds

In the town unsettled where beings walk backwards
copulatives asunder in misty dusts of vacuous airs
scatterlings and urchins denied widows mites spittle red-eyed
while reasons abscond and aged find marbles less to minds
in blooming fog and steamy cacophonies vocal daggers brandishes
deadly songs crawl out in hot peculiar jargon devoid of rhyme
dancing wounding poses striking jugulars in scarlet reign

as such the story of the many in times of then and now
but the sages deem if the center holds the outer battle lessens
the ***** to the walking remains grounded despite the big mouth
a wounded tiger carries twofold fierceness
and thus will strike with two paws and hinds
while the blinds sees all beings as dark faced voices regardless
so from the core ill bearing utterances I at quick take to burial
shawled in the knowing of cause and intention as a bird flies
the sour meal put on my table is not mine to eat

A lady of the night is always the first to recognize a *******
pilferers will call others thieves to move the shadows from them
while errant preachers call on God as their witness
misdeeds and chicaneries abound for man is born in sin
sounds alas, the formidable weapons that maim and kills
same as it molds and caresses same as it utters love in lies or truth
so water of a duck's back for some or a fitting burial
or take with that pinch of salt
if in certainty one is absolve of causation
in inner peace the center will hold and one remains fair of face
for Karma is beautiful and not always that ***** of 'renowned

That must be the most useless lame roller-coaster ever
been on it a million times
and I still cannot feel a thing
its a dodgy con where they take your money
belt you in
and then tell you to use your imagination to feel
the moves
trouble is I know the proprietors are known criminals
and I don't have an unrefined imagination
that is fuelled by the lies of criminals and con-artists
I don't ride invisible roller-coasters
this here is a park see-saw that is laughable

When you're charismatic
G.I.B
and pack a 9 inch granite magnum
you know
you are in trouble
90% of men would hate you

jealousy and envy
is a dangerous
thing

Oh No..you happen to have a mind too
and it's intelligent, charming, smart and witty
boy! you're in some kinna big trouble
they will tear you limb from limb
they'll lynch you alive

jealousy and envy
is a dangerous
thing

What, you are a Prince
wealthy, assured, confident
better go order a coffin
Uber hate, big time mega Hate
will haunt you
day and night
they'll have your guts for garters
your head on the block

jealousy and envy
is a dangerous
thing

they say the strong would be made weak
they can't handle the gifted
they call it 'elitism'

it burns their souls
hangs in their throats
maddens them riotously
drives them insane


jealousy and envy
is a dangerous
thing

jealousy and envy
is a dangerous
thing

jealousy and envy
is a dangerous
thing

never a clog in the ramshackle world
of the superlative ordinariness's
where no means definitely maybes
and yes means not on your nelly
no chicanery tantamount to sleight of deceits

I offer the decorum of finesse horned
a bouquet of upstanding gallant with valour
sweet scented poetry with sense featherlite
in essence you'll have of me what is for me
the caring accord of the enchanting and real

now away from vagaries of urchins petulance
or the raw froth of skittishness in pawn's steps
its graceful cultured and informed air I breathe
proper it is to swerve such not in rancour or bile
what gains I from foreboding plays in these dawns




https://youtu.be/kElHR66Y3es

The stupidity of the idiots
by the idiots
for the idiots

The unproven reality of ghosts

absent power of nothingness power

regurgitating chews of bellicose vapid foam hosts

the wishful warped soliloquies of shamed ivories with distemper

Faustian ghosted cowards in Quixotic warfare in indentured coasts

vainglorious boast of patched lepers playing rulers in minds addled

charlatans self mockery in full arousal mimicking gods of jam toasts

I don't pick friends for their usefulness
i don't do superficial things
I don't find solace in others
I don't share myself to belong
I can survive, live or exist
I will always know my ways in my way

How can my eyes hunger for tormentors bodies
where in my soul can I find desires for sadists
Eves threw on fitted coats of Marquis de Sade
borrowed his manuals and added even more pages
pierced the heart of a Dove defending his nest with lethal pins
And in joyous indignities with devilment aplomp
they reclined and crackled in wanton doltishness
He thinks of and desires us and wants to make amor with us

How can a heart marinated in love truely sincere
a soul ready to die rather than any harm to Eves
Be mother or sister or perchance even a stranger
alas in utter ******* and grotesque situation dire
Come undone with healthy pristine heart ripped to pieces
hung drawn and quartered and sliced in tiny morsels
Like fish baits for mice and minnows or hens clucking
All at the hands of Sirens who worshipped in Satan's cravens

How can a soul with only the spark of Salvation aglow
where it once housed his heart and enduring humanity
With brimful joy and devotions in fitting measures true
as all Eves where to him nowt but sisters and earth angels
Now his burning blood runs cold like rivelets in the Arctic
their words ring hollow and smiles shows rapiers of snakes
Nothing stirs desires for all Eves now seem and look like wicked corpses
Delilahs' wrecking vengeance on Samsons in wickedness supreme


Copyright@LaurenceA23Aug2018.All rights reserved

It's not all with eyes
that can see
It's not all with ears
that can hear
Its not all with minds
that can reason
It's not all with mouths
that talk sense
it's not all with noses
that can smell the roses
it's not all with smiles
that know happiness
It's not all words
that have meanings
Know this
and you can sit back
and watch a show of
clever people
messed up and messing up
in their messed up world

Call me dour and unimaginative
even say in foggy vistas
that I am numb and thick-skinned
but without mendacity
I duly hand on heart thus proclaim
I just cannot at all relate
to these croaky periphrastic fantasies
of weak disenchanted ghosts
who cursing their opaque transparency
in vacuous bland plasma
crave sojourn in howling and bawling
begging attention and validity
excusez moi mon petite les miserables
but your fantasies
neither resonates nor romanticize
in the sublime realities
of those who walk on solid terra firma
and despite ghostlore
do still see themselves in the dark
and know to keep things real

Do not tarnish the ones embracing contentment
or the settled spirit who finds life in settlement
they are not still looking for themselves or something
not hopping from doors to doors searching for what
no restlessness to satiate in lustful crazes and cheap wines
no secrets to bury in false laughter and fake interactions
and in luck they propagate and leave legacies that fulfills
So sing no sad hymns for the routined and the settlers
reasons why they are called the Keepers are quite simple
look around you and see the block-rounders tending baggages
minds now wrought in regrets and bodies once admired now a shell
while most Keepers in rewarding eves sees younger thems full of love
and happy memories of a life well lived in the light of respect and a love real and true

When is the Italian playing the triangle
at the Rainbow swing bar
going to appear
nobody seem to mention him of late
has he gone to look for
a Muslim bride in Mecca
that seem to be the current fashion lately
isn't it all a scream
altogether now
No no no no

I have come head bowed and barefooted to your door
I genuflect  and lay in supplication at your feet
I leave my grievances at your altar and implore lore
For I have been wronged by knaves and vixens' deceit
A blameless life shredded by steaming turpitude galore
Meshed in the inglorious machinations of gainsay replete

In the formidable vista of the Most High I bared my soul
Worn sackcloth and ashes inviting to be smite and buried
In that epoch if by deeds or misdeeds  been to others foul
Or if in grimness I seek deliberate harm, injury or such varied
Upon this salient oath I stand for I know no sword will be levied
Except the Most High desires me a sacrifice of which is unqueried

The Divine atoned a fearless spirit within His chaste chosen
Blessed with gifts talents and the Light of Everlasting redemption
Whether on earth's ground or the Majestic Throne of the Most High
Oh to have the rare honour of hatred and nays from the ******
A pristine Charisma so sublime as to furiously unsettle darkness
Only graces earth by Divine ordination and steps with ArchAngels


Copyright.@LaurenceA.September2018.AllRightsReserved­

The troubadours have long gone senile
the wandering minstrels lost
in an epoch maze of Daliesque confusion
the tainted sirens wail and groan on tossing grids
battering plots and curses in bile purses
to the lame and the beggars
the mermaids are stranded on burning rocks
the Town criers rings a bell with no rung
and yells weeks old news now stale
the whisperers are trading iniquities and grovelling
with the ferryman for more time
a black foreboding cloud covers them all
they all breath fear in a a breeze of pervading fear
they see themselves and see nothing
they have been conquered by themselves
their winter is with them
yet the sun is shining and the skies are blue
from whence and nowhere a lone voice thrills
'look within yourselves...look within yourselves

https://youtu.be/2-NwWPh2obs?feature=shared


In all fairness
its a given this is all above their heads
our lots get off
on basic comprehension and base emotions
so evidently so
how can one expect depth from shallows
hey! its freedom
to carry their chains and engage in *******
and anyways
puppets are not meant to be complicated
you **** strings
and get them to perform moves as you wish
who wants a
puppet with its own mind capable of rationale

we understand why they have the time
on a good day
they last ninety seconds
and the
insignificant others
seething in frustration
needs outlet to vent on
so comrades
get your hooded hat on
lets go write
another somebody done somebody wrong poem
we have the time
an it takes our minds off shiss....h

See how the others live
garnish your morning gruel with gossips
makes your cold porridge taste just a bit better
search out the ***-bits and the juicy blue parables
all from the House of Windsors can never be fake-news
when Princes bed seventeen aged maiden cold teas taste hot
gloom and doom means pep-ups, a smile and a spring to their steps
in rarefied air the stench of the ghettos and the belches from drains
should whiff in polluting and disturbing the perfumery of gentility
and why not...do they hear the cries of the motherless babies
or listen to the frustrations of the thieves having a no dice day
as Joan sells her body to pay the loan-arranger yesterday
and Jason is so bothered looking for a fix down the alley
do they know Roger took his own life cos he had no job
yes to sit and hear of the pain and sufferings high above
makes cold toasts and bacon of-cuts that much sweeter
and as the kettle whistles away they hope the vapour
clears the grimes of trodden lives and deadend roads
and rain hot molten ashes on the Semites and Giles
and madam in the big house up in the green Hills
and the Garters and Coronets all burn in Hell
with their socks on......

" Do not indulge in dreams of what having
what you have not
but reckon up the chief of the blessings you
do possess,
and then thankfully
remember how you would crave for them
if they were not yours "

So what have you done lately that makes
you feel proud
remember

The happiness of your life
depends upon the quality
of your thoughts

and your words ultimately
do they
reflect the chief of the blessings you
do possess,

I don't live my life in the fantasies of psychos

Emotional Intelligence is never a preserve of crazed minds

expectedly sickos and ignoramuses gallivant in malignant fixations

in corrupted toxic malaise beasts heave and puff to tear sanity apart

racists scums vigilante lowlifes. illiterates in blinded furies and envy

unite in contemptible cohorts heralding the chaos of their
depravities

sound mind in honor and integrity sail by in emotional intelligence

differing to sewer rats, cowards and loonies the smallness they are

there see the under-endowed posing and posturing in lameness

read the semi-illiterates versing prose nonsensical and foul

watch faceless cowards grandstanding low-scale heroes

unwashed adequateness calling Channel a stink

the gutter packs revolting in revolt asunder

gutless bullies in hidden cages snarling

frothing bile in insignificant messes

the deluded in usual epic fail

renta-mob the no-marks ball

sorry intelligence is not for all

thank Heaven they know nowt

about aspiration and Emotional Intelligence

Thank God for the mind that surpasses their understanding

I am just an onlooker
what makes them think I'm involved in their drama

They casted and gathered their actors
started their theatricals
So commence the Love Scene...Act One
You...join the Club, play the leading lady

If it was love, why didn't I jumped there when she moved

Why did I call my sister when she visited
Why did I go there with my sister the one time I visited

Why the long interval before the last contact
Why refuse to see the symbolic gift.
I know you like pink
or miss the essence of the pointed finger
placed near your groin.
I am not that slow, was I to hold your finger with my palm resting
on that warm soft place
I did not, I reached over for it avoiding any touch there.
I don't do sneaky touches or sneaky anything for that matter

what about those words spoken during the performance in the store

" my job is done, I can leave now "

I only ever wanted to reciprocate a debt of thanks I owed to a father
thought maybe I could in some way to a daughter
I tried in my own way to value people, be there if needed

I stopped

Nothing to do with respect, nothing to do with desires
Nothing to do with faked angry rudeness
or theatrical screams - a childish act for little minds
The hurt was from seeing an 'educated' contemporary sister
coming from oppression, an emancipated modern educated women
who I thought would easily see the dynamics of political oppression and the insidious ways we are manipulated
only to realize, even she couldn't see
and is unable to break free from mental *******
or even understand the mechanics of 'mental oppression'.
OR the unalienable truth that
'If one person is oppressed, we are all oppressed'
a concept too complex for the simple mind

Education is not intelligence, that hurts. c'est la vie

write your dirges, live your delusions, fantasize your love story
formulate your scenarios and talk of unrequited love
heartbreak, pain, loss, pink, rainbow  
or whatever silly minds un-think up.

I am only an on looker, just a plain disinterested onlooker.
I am not part of you!!!

So I'm anxious, am I
about being a one-off
with qualities to match
the type parents would be proud of
So I'm depressed, am I
for being so together
well equipped and wholesome
a man of all seasons second to none
So I'm unloved, am I
why then the million
deceits ploys and wiles
to keep love estranged to me
So I'm unhappy, am I
do I not see the countless blessings
that makes me worthy
of all your attentions
show me the Dwayne
that has capture all your imagination
and live in your minds
to such a degree
Do they not say life is a play written by idiots
full of sound and fury signifying nothing
Should I not be gladdened and privileged
that I am not
one of those idiots
Nothing but crimes and self-deceptions
is really good or bad
only thinking makes them so
how good is your thinking

hordes of ignominious losers untitled
all petulant and dull in manners and minds
we are the majority of buffoons and prime poltroon
in strike we march in unity not to read all things high brow
we hate them la di das and fragrant dandies with poise and lucre
from best schools tutored by best minds while we have chalk & slate
so in shame an ignorance and immature petulance we refuse to learn

Just because you're as cool as a cucumber
doesn't mean we can't heat you up
just because you are so effing self possessed
doesn't mean we can't destabilize you
just because you're so highly intelligent and smart
doesn't mean we can't dumb you down
just because you're so blooming self-assured
doesn't mean we can't undermine you
just because you're so decent and charismatic
doesn't mean we can't smear you
the whole point dear Mr Shining Potentate
is to overwhelm you
make you feel every ******* body is against you
we want to wear you down
chip away at you
exhaust you mentally and psychologically
put negative stuff in your head
demoralize you and isolate
let you down and disappoint you at every turn
make you feel worthless and small
OK I get the drift
but when you can bring me Dolly Payton
yes, I like a bit of **** older
when you can bring me Nicki Minaj
wow talk about hot hottie
when you can bring me that Chopra whatever
we're talking Eastern promise here
when you can bring me Aleasha Dixon and Maya Jama
Now listen, all these ladies must all come together
and be ready able and absolutely willing
when you can do this
then all your 'just because' this and 'doesn't mean we can't'
is mere pipe dreams and low grade zero delusions
we mock such as you all
do you honestly think Prince Andrew is losing any sleep
has he lost weight or going around looking drawn and worried
go figure

show me your friends and i will tell you who you are
so how can you tell me who or what I am
I know who you are I have seen your friends
you are nothing hiding behind other nothings
I know who you are and you don't impress me much
In fact, you do not impress me at all

They mix and spin
I kid them and prank them
They mix and spin
they watch and wait
I laugh and don't see them
I am a Prince, born a Prince
I can kid them and prank them
They want me to know my subjects
they want civil disobedience and revolution
they say they must rule and wanna put me in jail
I never taxed them, I am a benevolent Prince with no agenda
but if you trouble trouble, trouble will trouble you and you and you
So I kid them and prank them, laugh and watch as the hop around
It's such a boring past-time full of sound and fury signifying nothing

And they're driving their Kevin paranoid
in their red sunset dreams
but they are confused because there's no
Kevin here of mainstream
and the landed labourers without freehold
hold their tools and scream
locked hate of the locker rooms simmers
their historical hate extreme
in comfort they get their Kevin to do as told
so our eunuchs feel supreme
the mob of half men cry frustrated red tears
its war and we fight as a team
we are going to do Kevin's head in and ****
him up to disesteem
lets watch our civilised clowns do vigilantes
pray laugh not at infantile regime
its psyche warfare of the deluded hooligans
in slipstreams to downstream
I know not the vacant Kevin they want paranoid
I was born respectable with self esteem
the businesses of Chavs Karens and Mr Angry from Ghetto Land
are generally not a feature within my scheme

trapped in the lower regions
doing the same thing over and over
never to break the chains of the lowly
too frightened too cowardly to rise above
for they know
that if they dare to try aspire for better things
the rest will be waiting to tear them down pronto
so they all grow without senses, guts, chutzpah or aspiration
they say blindly in apt ignorance, we never forget out roots
some one tell them
its nothing about roots
you owe it to yourselves to be the best you can be given the chances
available
and know that those that try to tear you down are cowards who are
jealous and weak and too frightened and dumb to get out there and go for it

Its very difficult not to laugh
at people who look like peeled albinos
with yeti downs
I mean, you just want to laugh out loud
Is it the Scientologist Religion that believes
some space aliens come to earth
and some of them settled here
yep, I can well see this a possibility
I mean its a bit of a disconcerting look
except for Lyn who had soul pouring out
my, shiver me timbers
thank heavens for summer
and sunshine

Its is the twenty-first Century

we are the Woke Generation of now

we believe in the Rights and Dignity of all humans

we also believe that in our green and pleasant island

we can engage in mobbing an innocent man in vigilante power

this is democracy and people power cause majority always wins

So here hail the new dawn for we are the judge, jury and executioner

we should be so proud, we should be so proud we are so so

exemplary