I can be reminded a millions times and more
it does nothing to stir my real emotions
for my emotions were on  a vacation
the few moments you were around
and they never met or knew you
my eyes remember the old you
not that you of latter days
that was a stranger to me
shocking,unmemorable
now all's indifference
cause my feelings
never met you
then, today
and now
bye

Your mothers are starved
so the scraps from your fathers
are mana from heaven
you've lived all your lives on scraps
handed down to you from above
so who blames you
when the scraps that constitute you
does scrappy things
and writes and utters *******
fresh from your bin minds
full of refuse
some might say
you are expert in refuses
congratulations

In the village
they say they are doing a clockwork orange
whatever that means
only they know

I imagine its an
orange clock and its in their vacant heads
but they said it controls
what I do not know

See mugs faffing
they say nihilism is the now vogue in town
they have power to control
foam control is a thing

So its all tick talks
and demobbed slave traders in revivals
tying me kangaroo down
a crown for a mind

So if all this makes sense to you
join the party of the revolutionary harridans
for the protection of Thieves
it makes no sense to me

But I laugh and laugh
as I watch brains and minds being washed white
and puppets dangled on chains
its clockwork orange time

isn't it ridiculously funny
when a bunch of oafs ha'pennies
start telling a fifty pound note
that its in pain and suffering
and offering all manners of this and that
now these trifling ha'pennies can't even manage
they're own lives and there's obviously not much to them
so I suppose all they can do really
is fantasize what its like being a fifty pound not
as a ha'penny isn't much
and needs to be added to others in droves
lots of droves actually
to be slightly spendable
and even then they are always of little importance

Come make me laugh
at the visions of insolvent psychedelics
grossing their psyches as daleks
in automated delusions
they are hell bent on virtual extermination

Come make me laugh
at the surrealism of the profane artisans
the fingerless painters
dubbing satanic verses from their husks
to adorn the graffitis' in their vacant minds

Come make me laugh
and watch the ballet of lepers
at the Opera of amoebic revisionism
come hear the oratory of the pigs
now lit on neon lectern
blazing in the momentum of Animal Farm

Come laugh with me
at the zoology of Inhumane Kind
see the green eyed monsters
on the loose in weeping red hoods
and its payback time
for all our Colonies owe money to this fair isle
they have been greedy
in this green and pleasant land

I did say
Come make me laugh
at the visions of insolvent psychedelics
grossing their psyches as daleks
in automated delusions
'exterminate exterminate exterminate'

Put it this way
Too blessed and gifted
to bemoan the idiosyncrasies of ant bites
or take offence at the court jesters on minimum pays
in the gratitude of providence how churlish to rile pettiness
even the glowy smoothness of my skin reminds me
there are more smooth than rough in dystopia
classy intelligent and decent is a helpmate
a cool wind blows and the mind sings
in praise of the creator I stand
courage balance bravery
knowledge wisdom
and truth are mine
Too blessed and gifted
to twitch at the
symphony of the
lessers and the
envious and
deranged

In the passage of windless howls
oh how they gnash and growl
but tell us do tell
how in this village of serrated onyxes
where soap less barbarians in levis
heave Caesar's Standard
as invaders earn lucre and run markets
and moors with swords
cut stylised groves to joyous maidens screams
thus in this insulated island
with insulated minds and fantasied zealots
tell us do tell us
how barbarians can get into our head
would it be the wisdom of fools with clouded visions
or the acid tones of Eves in hock to ten serpents and a cobra
or the might of the eunuchs
who leaves all the heavy lifting to tan and brown
or the great pretenders who talk the talk but runs from walking
the walk
or perchance the stealth of the trickster with the book of tricks
in large prints on flood-lit billboards
in our village of wonder-less unmentionables
and onyxes lamentable with ignorance regrettable
tell us, do tell us please
how such as these
could get into our laudable head
do skunks and voles drink champagne from Chrystal flutes
tell us please do tell us

Lord I humbly thank you so much
for my trials
are by children who are merely
seeking attention
and desperately trying to compete
and seem relevant
but they are children with small minds
and easy to play with
also thank you God for all your blessings
and
that they recognise a leader
that makes them challenge themselves
and test what real worthiness is about
they are learning
and in that I am honoured

With the extraordinary
who has climbed on august shoulders
to sip from erudite fountains and dine with sages
burnt the proverbial midnight oil and attain glowing summits
radiating promises deserved in proven flares

In broadening horizon
lies the fascination of learning the ordinary
as is the major stock of appreciative global heritage
to be as one with all for from acorns come mighty oaks
and true knowledge is universal as even from the mouths of babes

A sage had artfully said
brother you have too high an expectation of herds
in folly I disagreed glossily stated I am but mere one of others
why build walls or confine myself to proscribed limits of likes
no, I will embrace all and live as all and love as all and be all I can be

Well we live to learn or not to
so now realization wave lengths are indeed different
impervious to ideals or even basic humanity as nature proffered
most times the sightless will never see and mad hatred is congenital
witches an evil do exist sole mission to do nowt but destroy goodness

And in the scant arenas of ungracious limited
they mill and cavort in talentless skits
frailing adornments in the fineries of nothing
it is as always to do what they do best
for in foggy mists blazes the inherent rituals
of overcompensating moribund minds

And age old fears embraces the samenesses
tasting damp salts in unison breeds
red diktats snaps out ingloriously force fed
overeact overseason overcompensate
herds free will and actions die to commands
and in fear weak heads acquiesce

Like sheep like cattles like leemings et all
overcompensating as wont
dare yo talk smile befriend or show kinship
to the regal fellow in crosshairs
all go and batter thine inferiority complexes
be base be crude be rude

And in the scant arenas of ungracious limited
coralled in fear of expulsion
fragile egos crave mass invite and acceptance
in dread to be thought kowtowing
they quake and flip overcompensating for show
yet just cowards showing calling cards

The epic surmised from narrow minds
tattles to tales reimagined in chaliced ivy
beholden in paupers angsts berating edifice
warping sinful sorrows as libation for gains

yet the might of the vapid
is but the windless thunder
roaring vacuums of malice

Carrying the wreckages of the disrepute souls
scatter thoughts from forsaken living ghosts
now birthing labour pains of arid gestations
with garrulous intent to bleed the living light

galleries of primed paltry awaits
snake charmers dance with snakes
choristers liars sing arias and jive

Plotlines in timelines in Showtime in no time
the music played but only to he not a stranger
what never got off stage has no legs to run
ask me not to the after party am not in the cast

...........................

My sheer life-force ropes them in rapt attention
my charisma has overwhelmed them
I take fore-front in their brains
and routed singular concentration
evolving dominance in simple minds
till they are drunk and stupefied on me

And in the twist of the twist
the hunters become haunted
I have possession of their lairs
watch them milling and fretting
in frayed nerves and red faces
hiding in exposed tunnels
hooked on adrenalin
they have me in sight and minds

While I have their essence
and string their witless spirits
in dazzling rays feeding them their fears
they are being haunted by their hauntings
the cannibals who eat themselves to survive
caught in a Scrooges dystopia quaking with their own ghosts
playing themselves past present and future in projections of
foamy frothy mirage minds

The Green Eagle will always find its way
it owns the blue skies
and breezes the torrents and pathos of sequelae blue sky thinkers
the cloudy heads with heads in the clouds

And in your Glory dear Lord

you bestowed on your humble servant

the Light that shine forth reaching hearts and minds

that otherwise have no defined purposes other than align with evil

And in wondrous ways you showed them a beacon

anointed noble edifice of blood and flesh

who by being stirred their torments

lance their pains and miseries

troubled and restless are they

disgraced and shamed they recoil

snarling and gnashing their fangs

spitting venom and aberrations

sliding in gore and disfavor

the victims of victims

languishing in white fire

And in your Divine Glory

Your humble servant

praises You

satanist spawns **** satanic verses
rallying from their infernal channels
in deciets they ooze their deseases
gargoyles in smiles spewing flannels

slithering the tree of good and evil
conquered spawns of the father of lies
eat, sweet plump red apples ain't vile
why be dumb and be mock in follies

mocked by satan they worship satan
vying for craftiest top loader influencers
giving sweet lyrics in toxins for cretins
hell's lyricists in satans poxy flatuences

they smile gamely in demonic throes
proudful slaves and messengers of Hades
conning the decieved for tithes et monies
jeweled hatted they fake to throw shades

condemned spawns your day will come
and unmasked ye shall reap consequences
the Tree of Life is the Divine's forum
in discernment we unhear your trespasses
but pray that the eyes of your hearts be opened

In fettered adoration
and respect to his unique importance
they devote time and energy to scribble poems
about the man
but he wonders as he excuses the spelling errors
and grammatical suicides
who writes poems about them
who notices the hordes of mediocre and nonentities
where are the fans for the common folks
who toil and grieve in meagre tides
unnoticed insignificant untalented and hapless
nobody takes the trouble to glorify the unworthy
with sublime tributes hidden in couched terms
to hide their admirations and adoration
the modest man who is the focus of their glorifications
merely feel pity
that not all fingers are equal
and some will always pay homage
in anyway they could
for those with less will always acknowledge those with more
and write poetry about more
not less
not those with nothing to write home about

The epic surmised from narrow minds
tattles to tales reimagined in chaliced ivy
beholden in paupers angsts berating edifice
warping sinful sorrows as libation for gains
yet the might of the vapid
is but the windless thunder
roaring vacuums of malice
carrying the wreckages of the disrepute souls
scatter thoughts from forsaken living ghosts
now birthing labour pains of arid gestations
with garrulous intent to bleed the living light
galleries of primed paltry awaits
snake charmers dance with snakes
choristers liars sing arias and jive
plotlines in timelines in Showtime in no time
the music played but only to he not a stranger
what never got off stage has no legs to run
ask me not to the after party am not in the cast
...........................

All the textbook stuff rolls
trade by batter
while we check the chains
below decks
the masters of commerce
thieves with guiles
the nameless pigs of pigs
go rope studs
take sea horses for farms
if they scream
or dare protest their fates
toss overboard
power and control is ours
anyway which way
any ****** which way
white is white
all others hues are tainted
to be manipulated
to be controlled and used
we're world artists
we can whitewash and erase
tell colourful history
for the devil's in the small prints
the fork's in our tongues
which we hide to control the controls

Look not to the west-winds in tornado swirls
see not the fierce gales tormenting the sandy coves
in passive leisurely breeze a shimmering gossamer leaf unfurls
scripted in its veins the truth of lies to the lies of truth about loves

Show me borders and boundaries to realness
when the highway flows for two and a leap year unneeded
for maidens to follow heart melodies destined to find in calmness
a reach to out pure and true intentions would not adverse unheeded

Why doth sit among-st duplicitous haze and fancies
while errant messengers pull curtains and play conjurers
trampling silk letters in matters unconcerned like agile fencers
when able light are held in lips and given in person not by non-jurors

So search no more neither look further for the truth
the song is known to all who have strolled down cupids clouds
for the real heart knows its way home and needs not wait to go forth
lover real gives no signs to air clowns dancing the Maypole in crowds

It is their entitlements to be spoon-fed
indoctrinated and sign posted
in the nanny State

so they colour by numbers and learn by
recitation of prepared texts
in comprehensives

crib sheets minds with low expectations
just do as told and join the dots
no worries no pressure

refined thoughts and critical appraisals
is not for you or your peers
life is too short

follow the crowd and walk in red unison
stick to your roots and scripts in the pen
gambol as you like dear sheep

in your salted chains you own nothing
neither your minds or thoughts
we tell how to do or feel
we made your heads
the common way

With the magical banner held high
invoking the crocodile rain of oppression by elites
of greed by leeches and bacteria, amoebas and suckers
oh come all come one, join our revolution against dark powers

Oh.. who in rightful mind could refuse
off she went to hear hot propaganda of those high and mighty folks
who took food from baby's mouth  and live likes kings in our homes
fed in Le Cordon Bleu a'la Rouge with lashings of aspic fabrications

Without hesitation she swallowed all up,
I'm in and I am an Activist show me the culprit, what can I do
all for one, one for all, that parasite deserves miseries and doom
Easy comrade sister, get to know him and help us do his head in  

It's a sport for us that elitist blood sucker
just get under his skin for us, let's play his mind and infest his head
report back to us, inner knowledge is power and we're fighting a war
comrade sister, our hot Activist marched forth on with vim and vigor

comrade sister wholly followed her brief
though soon saw things weren't as the revolutionaries  presented
conflicted and confused she felt pity for a rare icon held in gallows
but the majority carries the vote and all is fair in love and red war

At her cost and with a wretched heart she gave her all
did as she was told and played her part as a true comrade in line
Solidarity she give to the fight, was mean and nasty as demanded
It's them or us they say and see comrades I give my services to you
all

No medals for Comrade sister, no epaulette yet earned
rather at her cost her privacy invaded and smears throws at her
tales of dark deeds and loose morals hung on her in dark corners
yet that poor heroine fought and gave so much blood for the cause

where is the honour amongst thieves and knaves
she did all that was required of her
told the lies she was made to tell and played the game as taught
stood at the barricades and ****** her guilt and conscience
yet they still don't trust her for paranoia rules them all

~~~~~~~~~


I carry absolute love around every day
had it from day one in blessing heaps
mama and papa oh so loved their children
papa was the only man mama knew all her life
papa gave his whole life and more to mama
toiled all his life to raise happy healthy kids
gave solid foundation and bred notables
who were made to stand tail and hold their own
how can I be with love past present and future
when its what made me, bred me and hold me up
a million slave traders cannot unmake me
a million Chris MaCarfatteys cannot destroy me
I was born on a glorious island, I was made in blessed love
true, honest, lifting and affirming
just what the world always needs


~~~~~~~~~

To cut into my mind
and bleed my blue blood
you will need a tungsten dagger
hilt orbed and jewelled
expertly and intricately crafted
by none other but me
Alas, to your pain and chagrin
your wounds and woes
and the irresistible hot flutters
inflaming thine fixations
That scared anointed bejeweled
tungsten dagger
be told and inspired by Olodumare
and made regally by me
is ordained by the Host of the Highest
never to cut wound or maim
its illustrious and deserving maker
there is none other
like me

So the hi-jacking of the unionized Dum Dum Chavs
became a fish-bone stuck in cheap teas drenched throats
and their asinine anchors broke and sunk without trace
and their demoralizing dirges become the jokes of the day
and their taunts and tormenting parades the idiocy of fools
and their street theatres demonstrates how stupidity works
and their seed planting shows inferiors are seeded to be inferiors
for they cannot read the lay of the land much less understand
the theories of germination
and our soft cell cowards and nounces in snowflakes rags
hide in their caves of Omni shambles with their small penises' mates
red faced and supremely useless
crying revolutionary song ' they have been overcome '
all these not in a Banana Republic but in the mother of democracy
and we laugh and laugh and laugh
this is the tale of the maladroits' maladjusted and mala-nothings
hahaha hahaha hahaha

When you know you're inferior
its like its branded on your soul
worse still you know its true
everything tells you so
forever third class riders
society is not a bunch of flowers,
it is a bunch of cactus
of course you're going to hate your betters
vilifying them is just one of your armour
its not a sleek cool perfumed saloon
its a stinky old rust bucket, ha!
yes, we feel your pains
semi-illiterate plebs

Walk down that road
called the Positive Lane
show me truth, Wisdom and knowledge
they are all trusted companions and brave warriors
wear integrity, honesty, kindness, honor and sincerity
these ennobling robes should never fail to fit in grandest style
now go outside and walk on burning coal but keep steady feet
remind yourself that in journeys you will meet fire and frost on paths
avoid any wrong doing or unjust ways for any negativity has a price
now drink from this cup of brew made by our afore-mentioned above
a soothing drink called confidence and it will abide gamely with you
now look yourself in a mirror and look right in your eyes unshakably
you will see a person loved, balanced, calm and unafraid and strong
walk with that person as a friend and life-long companion
go meet Life, respect in hand, walk the hills and valleys
You have nothing to fear, nothing to fear

The politics of Lies
meets Realism dancing in truth
it took offence to this
went on the warpath
and attacked Realism in truth viciously
battered shot and knifed and slandered
but realism in truth
hardly shrugged
I am the winner says the Politics of Lies
You are a blatant liar
replied Realism dancing in truth
look I am unmarked and still dancing in truth
Dance all you like says the Politics of Lies
I'll tell people you're dead and its your ghost they see
but they'll see you're a liar says Realism dancing in truth
they can't replied the Politics of Lies
you see
even before I attacked you
I've already told all the people
you don't exist...hahaha

They are spinning in their bunkers
while reciting the gripes of wrath in self limitations
being bolshie forecasters and white oracles in green slime
they know the know of nothing and chorusing from flat *****
a revolution by pumpkins in barracks of unused opportunities
while chasing their tails and spinning yarns in vain all to no avail
snowflakes snowing the wisdom of those without depths in sorrows
mahogany is the priciest, unfazed and worthy of all attention noteworthy
what have you achieved if not parading that many are ignoramuses
that your paymasters are liars
that many does not mean strength or even unity
but merely symbolizes the cowardly minds of fakers
who sing themselves to sleep while cream quietly rises always
while you all spin in a tizzy barring things I do not want or crave
you...are the prisoners of your needs and wants, you are the jailers
in jails
trapped in your mindless freedom, sharing your diseases 'freely'
I am glad to be left out, glad to be my own person, my own counsel

And who would have thought
that nice harmless fellow
will prove to be such a sharp thorn
in their vacuous brains
and oh how they toiled and fumed
and lament in indignities
prostrating their vices and swallowing
shame in bucket loads
the famed stiff upper lips now raucous
trembling in perplexities
off springs of empires and conquerors
of the seven oceans
now petty guttersnipes swinging handbags
in duels at dawn noon and morn
waddling in moral and ethical bankruptcies
shapelessly embarrassed
they hide in faceless guises shadow-boxing
and in dumb vituperations
they witter its terrorists and guerrilla warfare
oh, how have the mighty fallen
who would have thought a harmless decent man
could cut such a swathe
thru the cosmopolitan of the deadbeat agitators and
fulcrum criminal corruption and vices
who would have thought that good virtue is indeed
still its own rewards

" The sage sat beside the swirling river
as calm as the gentle ripple ebbing in rivulets
in his sight stood a fellow with a rod and line fishing
sage watched as line is cast again and again pulling here a' there
line skips the stream, dips then jerks and floats upwards to dip again
a twist of the wrist, a tug, a pull and another cast to the west or north
all a'while air bubbles permeate the gentle stream popping above
tis clear the fish were home and having quite a swim
says sage watching, the fish has not taken the bait
Why you playing a fish that's not on hook "

My friend owes me £800 but if I threaten him with legal action he might set his gang on me

DEAR DEIDRE:

MY friend owes me £800 which I lent him to buy a moped.

But if I threaten him with legal action, he might set his gang on me.

We got on well when we were in college together but then he got into a gang and I know they do all sorts of crazy stuff.

His lot are notorious for being the centre of trouble where I live.

They have been involved in knife crime and even acid attacks.

My mate keeps promising me the money but I’ve not seen any of it yet I really could do with it back but I know not to push it too far.

from Sun Newspaper 10/03/01

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You can't stand up to them cause you are a snowflake
so just walk away, and write it off.
I didn't, I went and demanded my money back
they responded by breaking into my flat and stealing all my electronics
then took the 4 tyres off my car and kindly rested the axles on bricks
then they started leaving racist leaflets on my doorsteps
then they started gangstalking me
gas lighting, bullying, daily harassment, slander, fabrication,,  
misrepresentation, misinformation, hounding, character assassination, sabotaging
they will call in the Suicide Squad whose job is to do everything to
drive you to suicide and nine times out of ten, they succeed.

so you better walk away, they already know you will
why do you think all the useful idiots they use obey them
and no one stands up to them

When you are deemed wild
because you stood up to common thieves
and refused to be preyed on
and bullied by scums and extortionist
you know you are now
in the Wild West of simpletons and the
deaf and blind
its that black and white in the one sided
story of lawlessness
remember the 'injuns' are always the baddies
and pale-faces never lie

Boo boo booo boooo booooo.....
won't stop booing
can't stop booing
we are the booing crowd
that' what we do
boo booo boooo booooo......

figure it out
if we could do better
or be better
do you think
we'll be here booing
it is what it is
Boo boo booo boooo booooo.....

Scavengers of the third tiers
thirsting in the unbricked malaise
of hoi polloi in incandescent underwhelming aggrandisement
in mindless toil chatter and strife
hawk babbles of lower fares

Feral pearls dulled and drilled
lost tribes of Eden in tormented loss
jiving in ***** and Gomorrah in Ivory tower of blame game
as lame Robins crawl in scarlet hoods
eating defeats hot and unshelled

Home grown Philistines bristling
shaded by brown and black hues sprouting
pond life crystals gnash and groan for birthrights in mirages
and cloudy nonsensicals' puff and hoover
into dramatizing fantasies vainly

The unwoke of Wokery amass
tis the age of harlequin warriors in drag
in consensus of Quixotic revolution against the Moor in sight
they spot designer millstones on long necks
in delusions their minds trespassed

Oh poor Goliaths how you have fallen
now eunuchs weaving rubber toys about
singing dirges mouthing ******* like inane babbles of toddlers
equality is not about sharing your miseries
your anodyne legacies is to only you and your rabble beholden
attacking my sinless mind will never be your redemptions
I did not steal from my neighbours

Even before the vapid storm
it was known he pretty much kept himself
to himself
kept his own counsel
yet so very friendly and affable in charming delight
with just the right side of reserve
I saw him in my dreams
still looked good with that shinning glow
I'm in Arts now, he said
in a major production
full of sound and fury, signifying nothing
they say they have me connected
but that was never my style
I am of the people but not with the people
for to see the bigger picture
is to know
that most are incapable of seeing the bigger picture
there goes a man
that makes no apology for being
then I realized I wasn't dreaming
he is as real as real could be
but we sleep walk and call it living

I feel so privileged
the resounding attentions
are so very touching

but you are privileged

Yes, I know
but its always good to be
reminded

In the pale misty azure
of dawn-light I catch your nearness
come touch-lit noon I sense a call to us
in whispering evening cover of indigo
when night birds coo closer in draped wings
I implore cupid to remind you keep my heart

I snuggle into words born
verses from the known unknown-ed
familiar touches in the village l'amour
by a rustic wishing well a penny drops
keep her well and safe it carries in fall
you must know as I find nowt to not

So fly as high as you can
starve me not of precious language
bleed the ink as my heart bleeds
in twosome hold doves dances anew
so take my torso make love to my mind
anyway you desire for this heart you keep

Supposed to destroy the Man
unbalance his life and depress the Man
he shines too bright and speaks unpalatable truths
a visionary renowned for getting things right
who tells it as it really is
and talks the talk and walks the walk
hell bent they are to crush this paragon of light
so they show him there are
more fools than wise
more mad than sane
more liars than truth Sayers
more incapables than capable
more senselessness than sensibilities
more discontents than contents
more immature than matured
millions more sheep than lions
millions and tens more cowards than braves
more prejudices than open mindedness
aroused in their refuges of sociopathic and psychopathic dens
they declare base lowest common denominator as Nature
and in the speak of deranged heathens
the nobility and ideals of Humanity are trashed and squandered
as they offer the democracy of barbarians and miscreants
in passing the visionary still stands
the shine is still glisten and is still pristinely luminous
the mind still centred and balanced
the spirit still soars nurtured gracefully and un-impinged
and the unassailable Dictates of The Divine holds
The Good Shepherd watches us all
they have crushed nothing
His Wills prevails