What comes from a good place
needs no answers
questions are boomerangs
returning to you
go find your happy

when you come from the wrong side of the tracks
you are left with a big chip on your shoulders
an angst that steams all life long
a pervasive inferior feeling
a natural belligerence
need for attention
need to prove
yourself
when you come from the wrong side of the tracks
poverty causes paranoia so its inherent in you
you never feel like complete or enough
you always have issues complexes
envy jealousy reside in you
you hate & lack culture
crude no finesse
defensive
dumb

And the bleachers in rampant psychosis
unfurled their Black flags
march ahead of the protection money Racketeers
and the thieves and crooks of East London
This is Solidarity they all dribbled slack-jawed
and red in the faces
and Red in the mindless-es
disgruntles mired in racism, envy, jealousy and hate
To war we march ** ** **
we have a Black Prince to destroy and ****
how dandy and poetic they thought
Unfurl the Black Flag for a Black Prince
who says the English don't have a sense of humour!!
** ** **, ha ha ha
get out the sickle to cut down the succulent nobleman
bring the hammers to do his brains in for chaos we bring
and blackness covers all the evils of whiteness
and blackness covers all that is decent progressive and bright
see the might of the Black flag, hail the anarchist and Reds
who says Black Power, hey! who said Black power
oh! I mean the flag, the flag!
ha ha ha ** ** **  ha  ha ha

In the lowlands
blanched and vacuous
they all have full-time employment
at the manure Factory
where its fulfilling to them shovelling *******
as they all are full of it
it got even better when Red bull shone through
and they become hooked on colour
now they all shovel red *******
in muck and slimy turds
now they know they have found their passion
and in red bulls
they are living their best lives
bullshitters full of *******
blanched vacuous and pathetically happy

The words are written in white ink
on a white paper in darkness
about a white world where everything is white
its a white story
and I can't read a thing
I do not know this story

Micro words in vain

snippets to lance and ingrain

prose to rake and churn in damping rain

blaggards  with malice in surreptitious aim to drain

drenching darkness in poisoned barbs in callous wish to stain

the balanced scale of truth & justice in noble inspired heart that reigns


But scavengers know not but racking muck and dirt of that they arose

in ill winds and tempest they were born from mangers to morose

of the stock of little minds lacking in finery graces or prose

bitter ways on lazy weak minds leaves little to lose

envious eyes sees only thorns on luscious rose

in wants & rages condemnation throes

what else to do but share their woes

its the banes of the lows

Because I refused to ***** Joan
and her one dress wild hair rank mother
because I said its not wise for a sixteen year old
to get pregnant
because I refused to pay extortion money to these crooks
and told them loud and clear to go get jobs
and stop thieving and scrounging welfare
and when because I would not pay extortion and they burgled me
I called them thieving scums and said I would tell all about them
they and their gangs
in murderous rage
labelled me a Tory
said I was a ****
a greedy parasite because my wife and I worked
its greedy to be decent law-abiding employed couple
they said I was a grass and a snitch
I was to be erased and destroyed
it is said
the good die young
I was barely thirty then
doing good and everything going good
I died happy for the values I enshrined
and my clone that lived still eschewed immoralities and wrong doings
and still upholds all the values and inspired qualities I have

In those houses of little dreams
where whites steal from ambitions
and party members hail those without creams
declaring underdogs do wrongs in petty revolutions
and its all about 'power' to be wrestled in vacuous teams
some became Lahore marriage arrangers to strangers in evolutions
others ape crazy voodoo doctors exorcising perceive lovers it seems
jiving manically they sputter invisible love incantations
of which appointed lovers are unaware and unseen
then in so magical thinking conjured cessations
yelling they are sowing doubts in streams
for this shows mob power in motion
see nor speak criminal's schemes
dare not mention colonisation
cloud shame and disgrace
to the extremes
to polarizations

Please let us ***** the narratives
that subjugates the fact
that we have been in the presence of greatness
for we found no inspiration
rather we are overwhelmed by our porous limitations
and captured prevailing inadequacies  
in taunts hisses heckles and jeers we find religious fulfilment
abating our frenzied seizures' of mediocrity
in bland vigour we invoke the doped surrealism of stunted minds
and drown our sorrows in heady flippancies
the comfort of disparages finds fitting refuge with pale heated malice
hatred and envy are our protected tenants
in our gross souls they adorn our derelict minds like fake trinkets
let us ***** our toxic narratives its the totality of us
for it represents and speaks ingloriously about us in us for us about us
Please let us ***** our narratives

This regal mind of the Ace, this scared soul,

This Charisma of majestic hue, this heart of Grace,

This other Adam, This man Tower,

This fortress built by Nature for herself

Against infection and the dogs of war,

This happy breed of a man, this unique world,

This precious stone set in the golden sea,

Which serves it in the office of a wall un-vanquished

Or as a moat defensive to a house,

Against the envy of less happier knaves and vagabonds,--

This blessed pilot, this salt of the earth, this gem,

this Diamond Prince unsurpassed......

Colorless smithereens birth
in the factories of fears
in dulcet irony appraise their bequests
the glittering basin of woes
gened inherently from fathers to sons
mothers to daughters alike
breezing in vapid happenstance cages
the soiled minds supreme
yodeling gaslight from their gas chambers
narrow one track minded
polluted souls in contaminated schooling
professors of life's negativity
bequeathing their Antonyms inheritances
so for whom the bells toll
they project gened inadequacies and frustrations
in picture postcards from their hell
the ****** damning
offering free pass to their dungeons of Pathetic Souls Ascension

It is what it is
you can't do wrong and get right
the thing is
Am I supposed to expect them not
to chatter and natter to eachother
Am I supposed not to expect thieves
to feel ashamed and guilty
Am I supposed not to know they'll
do anything to discredit the truth
Am I supposed not to know what
Machiavellian means
So tell me
why it it supposed that I bother my
little head or listen to a language
I do not speak or understand
I am different but I am not going to
suppose
you can understand or appreciate
that
but I know you suppose for a purpose
because
you can't be wrong and get right
no matter how hard you may try




https://youtu.be/RtYVC0gV73k

so you take a diamond
clasped it in a vice
start throwing great clumps of mud at it
then project all your complexes and insecurities
and insist they are subliminally absorbed
by the diamond
because somewhere in some minds
they believe this diamond will turn
into a lump of coal
after all it was coal to begin

somehow I cannot suspend my disbelief enough
to buy into this
and surprising most have not worked out
the obvious con here
this is not about the diamond at all
this is about
lets see how many people we can control and manipulate
into doing all kinds of ridiculous antics unthinkingly
once you offer a reason that captures their interest
because the manipulators know their demography

you see amongst most in human terms
its more engaging, interesting and adrenaline-fuelled
to wade into a Michelangelo or Da Vinci masterpiece
and rip it, throw dark paints on it and damage them
than if you are to ask people to come along
cause they are all to be given oils and brushes
and told they are expected to produce a masterpiece like Da Vinci
very few people will take up that challenge
Manipulators know how east it is to con the general public
most especially if you tell them they have the power
to turn diamond into coal
yes, rrightt!

Like rampant moss
trials the pavements of Bashirs
rancid with lies poisons aspersions
conjectures misinformation and disinformation
white washed walls offering refractions to hued stooges
unfit for purpose but always the bred fodders to take the fall

and it went to plan
in year eighty eight when love betrayed
it was to be cut off the head and that body falls
only to realize some minds are so small they offered nowt
that pillar graced solid foundation even when shaken and stirred
some bring more to table while some merely came to dance and eat

the moss Bashirs grew
chalky soil knows no guilt rhythms'
back to the Black Ball casting operation
a hapless innocent made a stooge drip fed in group think
the party turns Dating Agency and minds readers in fake romance
Slave Traders becomes Big Brother and all others accepted the lie which the Party imposed—


Did they not say in Dystopia
“Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.”

The devil takes his cuts
surveying all with his piercing white eyes
digging all probing all

Sick of Divine Grace
Satan's in green shaded eyes pained with envy
he's for coveting all  

Lucifer in red shades
showtime for merciless malicious destruction
lets go drink blood

Moloch Father of Lies
needs no dark shades for trillions and one spades
seek ready employment

Yes serpent woos the wife
and hangs an innocent man for speaking the truth
its all been done before

So Old Nick's in bed with you
you speak nihilism and slander with your master
and repay good with evil

Archfiend, has no friends
you are his to misuse torment deride and burn
you have sold your souls

You lie you've seen a leech
yet you and your master and his infernal army
are the leeches and you know

In your sins you apportion blame
in darkness you try to undo God's work and glory
vengeance is mine says the Lord



https://youtu.be/RnQSa_AVpSo

The news is all of war now
watching tonight I remembered how I once saved a man's life
many many many years ago
I was barely fourteen
but I was already driving on public roads
and I was already as confident as hell

So there's a Civil war going on in my country
the oil rich Eastern regions wanted to break away
the south, west and northern parts said 'noway hosay'
the mantra all around was
to keep the Nation one is a task that must be done
so now a war raged in the eastern sector

This day I had driven to pick daddy up from work
he was a top civil servant and worked in a headquarters at Mariner
right opposite a Port where there were some Naval vessels
a wide lagoon with blue-green waters chopped and swayed
between the Port and daddy's office
parked in front of the office I was seated in the car listening to music
waiting for daddy to come out

Suddenly in front of my view I saw about four men surround a young white man
the four men were shouting and jostling this white man
he was red-faced, frightened and look confused
I got out of the car and ran to the unfolding scene
why are you taking pictures of our Naval Base screamed the four
assailants
who had grabbed the white man and locked on the the camera
that hung round his neck
a larger crowd had gathered now and slaps were beginning to
descend on the hapless white man

Well I told you I am confident as hell did I not
hey hey stop stop don't hit him I shouted moving nearer the melee
they took a look at me and immediately stopped
at that time you could always tell the top people's children
they looked different, dressed different and spoke perfect English
I looked the part to a tee and more
you have no right to manhandle or hit this man, I said sternly

The hapless white man looked at me all ashen faced and trembling
I was only taking pictures of the mariner and the sea
I know nothing of Naval Bases
liar liar spy spy, he's eastern spy shouted the crowd surging forward
lets lynch him says a voice from the crowd
you will not lynch anybody I shouted at the baying crowd
we are not savages
looking around I saw the Doorman at daddy's office come out
I shouted to him
Eddie, Eddie quick go get my father, now now quick
Eddie darted back inside

Daddy came out three minutes later
immediately the crowd hushed and bow their heads
some knew who daddy is other know you respect authority
they want to **** this poor man I said to daddy
they are doing nothing of the sort, replied my father
take him inside the car, daddy said to me
looking at the crowd he said, thank you all, stay vigilant
my son and I will now take this man to the Police
the crowd dispersed, the African sun beamed unforgivingly

We drove the hapless white man to his hotel
still trembling he thanked us profusely, you saved my life
your young son is remarkable, he told my father
you should have seen him single-handedly dealt with the crowd
yes, I know my son, replied my father, he's a right one
I was just now looking forward to lunch

War makes people crazy
and make them do crazy things
we will never know if the poor man was a spy or not
but will you sit and watch a hyper mob tear a defenceless man
to pieces in front of you, would you?

Landed language in loss-ridden mouths
bloated words forged into snipers bullets
arrows and barbs tipped in venom
the worn armouries' of the wounded krest'yane

but words are words made to be discern
what good a ****** firing dud buck shots
are craven heathens expected to pen sermons
will a bent arrow hold a true flight to its targets

as one knows the clarity of water from mead
the sane sees the wheat from the dulling chaffs
as the mind true in spirit and soul holds allegiance
needing no theologians to smite the olid words of banshees

If you know the enemies
and know yourself
you need not fear the result
of a hundred battles

its all a sham
lesser people with lesser worth
the little child who hides behind mother's skirt
and sticks out a tongue
in awe and afraid of talent and status
they could never have or reach never attainable
they hide behind skirts poking out tongues
and spewing snorts from ***** noses
and when I rile them good or hit a very raw nerve
the lily-livered drips try to produce responses
that laughably fall off the mark and show even more dullness
the duds and dullards, the pathetic unfulfilled poltroons
the lessers who can't sustain anything real, bright and worthy
The sham talent-less spine-less under-achievers
full of weaknesses and inadequacies
the women all know you are useless

That clever smart person
sailed with the wind
who's the fool who will bite
the hands that feeds them
know what side their bread is buttered on
and will play the part to Oscar level
its called being savvy
your first world problems
is a cash cow to the
I-know-them-too-well
lets humour them
they know not what is real
from what is unreal
we're all in this alone together mates
(silly dumb ***** te..he hahaha)

The śiṣya woman said
you need to grow in the right environment
it frees your mind to think
and I remember how my father worked all his life
to feed house guide and loved his family
how he was never indulgent in anything wrong or unjust
how he never disappoint and was always polite, kind and helpful
and how in his ways we found security and safety
we in his light freed our minds to think
and we all thought
this was a man we want to be like
a man we want to make proud of us
a man that deserves to have worthy capable children
he did not hold us to ransom
he mere helped free our minds
to think
so in thinking I learnt not to expect others to think like me
for not everybody have freed minds
nor the right environment to grow and free their minds
a lot of people are incapable of thinking
that is so obvious

And he looked at his distinguished sword
and thought
How can one man be so gifted and have so much
and the poor ladies have to contend with the little's
And they all know
why Bwana gets so irate and full of despondency
and all the ladies are frustrated and irrational
And he looked at his distinguished sword
and he knew that Bwana never sleeps easy at night
and Bwana will talk all day
and Bwana's women are never happy
and when bwana is unhappy
Bwana makes sure everyone is unhappy
for without a gun
Bwana is not a man.....

I have paid no mind or ode or due to Sadness
just sat there and watched it and became a witness
I did not open my doors and greet Unhappiness
though I saw it outside jumping around in distress
I have refused resolutely to welcome in or invite Tears
with that silly habit of waving a Pass like some old dears
I have thankfully, great difficulty recognizing Fear
saw it hazily once or twice but it just made me sneer


I will apologize for my mistakes like no tomorrow
and know I will never purposely cause any one sorrow
I will beg the kindest pardon and profusely apologize  
were I to unintentionally harm another in actions unwise
I will seek with all to ease and help like a harvest moon
and share peace, joy and brightness like the sun in June
I will not, take this as given, apologize for being who I am
just as I wish same for you, so our time will not be  a sham


I will let the fickle lovers cavout and dance with sadness
for later in anguish, they will be witnesses to blindness
I will let the wicked mean minded welcome Unhappiness
before too long it will be a permanent guest in their nests
I will watch the pitiless deserving shed their burning Tears
many have ruined and mercilessly left others without cheers
I will hear raging ferocious fears that will plague evil-doers
retribution and vengeance will always find those with darkness


Copyright.Laurence 28th 2018.All rights reserved

Of the graces of the pious grateful
in the known of ancient sages
the gift of living years wear tides
as lines and grey show truths
providence of timely life's growth
true seasons of maker's nature
from samplings to gnarled Oaks
a start vibing apt nutrients
the flow through trails and winnings
in sickness and in health
and in Creators glory inhale heartily
with each day a promise
as each month each year each decade
crowned us with grey
the beauty of gift of time and longevity
may our days be plenty
our withering sing praises to the Divine
for we are blessed
to weather the seasons and change with
Nature
for many never live to chase or accept
the gift of grey grey grey

Its nice to be balanced and intelligent
one does not demean and ridicule oneself
in idle pursuits or engaging in pointless endeavours
and perhaps more importantly one has no inferiority complex
that needs daily compensating in distraction projections and venting
the height reached was not attained by sudden flight it was earned
in honest endeavours and a well tendered and nourished mind
not filled with the bitter bile of blinding ignorance
nor wasted and shamed by cowardly acts
or spoilt and gutted by envy of talent

you should have hid it from your kids
how that crow thumped your long noses
and crackle in your faces
blowing raspberries at you
yet you call yourselves hunters
armed to the teeth in lies and deceits
crouching behind the white washed fence
your kids see it all going down
do you reckon they are proud of you
or forever to be visited with the fact
a crow pecked your noses
blew raspberries at you
and cackle in your faces
and you left wondering
why they never amount to much

the non-power of prisoners being played

It may work with your lot

those wiped and made in your image

those grown as another urban minority

your indentured populace picking up after you

those lost in your lust and Gomorrah offerings

them brain washed drones missing cores and identities

For the son of sons of the land born blessed in fore-father's land

time tells the sane that you on the ground are ineffective and dull

just shams putting on a show for the benefit of your empty crowds

your underbelly exposed and your rabbit seen hidden all in your

tattered moth eaten flat caps

******* magicians milking applause from bribed bored audience

the irrelevances begging relevance in insignificant faded arid

climate

your days are over, your time long past, a powerless nothings now

riddled with jealousy and envy, fearful of talents and distinction

nothing but an international joke, the eccentric ones  with good

humour, deceptive, sadistic, ***** bad lovers.

Good at playing with themselves, leading exporters of play toys

Jingoistic Major Toms go do something useful, go drink your cha

Terrorism isn't your game stick to Cricket and play it fairly

if you  can,

get that black one to bowl them all out for you.

Your task is pointless, tell your comrades to stop stealing from

others

ain't you big and matured enough to do what is right

I haven't taken anything from you, I don't fear you

I know what and who I am

Colonialism ended years ago, my mind is not your mind

we don't think alike

Control is
when you say go it goes
when you say come it comes
Control is not throwing suppositions
delusions and dud fantasies and make believes
in vainglorious hallucinations
claiming we are pre-empting and thus in control
and this is Power (yeah)
that is known as nothing but grand Sophistry on acid
Its like believing sun-glasses were made by the sun itself
which means such believers are senseless
That is a truth unless one belongs to a cult and that speaks for itself

I saw a man who calls himself a man of God

He stand on towers and preaches to hundreds

Forever in his coat pocket is a Bible tucked in good

Staunch man of the community with no bare threads

But he couldn't look me in the eye even if he easily could

For he knows that I know he now carries a burdensome dread

Conscienceless and remorselessly he sold his soul to Satan's hood

Yet to be a sham and testify before Yahweh whose true blood bled


This man of 'God' came like others to cast a stone

Robed as scribes he pontificated in Temples scolding sinners

Grace himself as Righteous and spoke in revered gentle tones

In secret he was Iscariots aided by his Eve to dine with evil planners

Callously he sat in judgement deceiving truth and vilifying thrones

Whence he could in pious wisdom as Pilate dissent in fitting
manners

What man of God delights with ravenous hordes to devour bare
bones

My God preaches loving your neighbours not becoming Hate
fanners

I saw a man of God today but he couldn't look me in the eyes

When do diamonds stop shinning
perhaps
when boo bridgage can afford them
But we
all know that would never happen
Perhaps
they can afford to purchase brass
No,
that would be too much of a stretch
Haha no no
they are too dull and brassed-off

how can we want the best for you
how can we not hate and rile
and haul all the negatives of saddened minds
when all we have is dreariness and mediocrity
some low skilled Johnny in overalls as lover
a project flat and three screaming babies
no Prince Charming debonair and wise
is going to come courting
no sleek limousine to cruise in comfort
or dinner at some swanky bistro
no witty or smart conversation
no funny jokes that makes you feel good
no chilled wines or champagne a times
no great lover that makes your knees buckle
no cherished ways that makes you feel special and loved
just witless Tyrone or Micky or Winstone or Paul
or all of them who meet up later to compere notes
so tell me why I should not hate
tell me why I should not be bitter and frustrated
why should another have a Prince
when I know I will never have
my own Prince Charming

I have to feed them
I do feel sorry for them
its addictive you see, they lack attention
and cry in pain, when I'm not around, their meaningless states
ache, and their pain is palpable, but from tomorrow
I will stop feeding them, so hurry eat as much as you can now
tomorrow you go on a diet, no more food for you
go look for a lover, go beg for attention however unattractive you are
please understand its for your own good
I know you are inadequate and inferior
but feeding you is just feeding your addiction
Yes, you will hurt and feel empty and in pain
but you will get over it, you crave attention
but be strong, develop confidence
your frustrated existence will improve
look for other pastimes,
go make friends
bath every day
you can do this
I promise
Goodbye ......

“Someone that you have deprived of everything
is no longer in your power.

He is once again entirely free.”




― Alexander Solzhenitsyn, The First Circle

Go terrorize the dangling bits
below your waists
your maidens terrorize you enough
about them
this we know for sure case its always
in the talk of the towns
they love them at first only its never
enough to take them there
its always quick to fast off to light
the fire and sizzle
always too soft to stand hard and row
so down use your mouths
or we get the toy boys and the toys
or have as many as we need
please don't start what you can't finish
lets just skip any attempts
I have friends who live on cloud nines
what good my cloudless nights
yes you know all about the terrors you feel
when it comes to standing firm
when it comes to secrets you hide unrobed
when it comes to being men
and how you cover your inadequacies by
picking on those you envy
and salve your wounded pride and low esteems
by thinking in deluded heads
We are terrorizing the **** outta that target
we are voiding his ever ready magnum
we are cramping his adequacies
we are cancelling the real deal
yeah! all that makes you feel alive
it takes your minds of small things
that which always terrifies you
and the women.....
yes, it make you feel alive