Mind meets mind
fascinated, stimulating and entertaining
values shared, respectful and appreciative union
physically drawn becomes an inevitability
let's make a sweet spiritual connection
in mutual joy and celebration
in trust warm and safe knowledge
in our giving and taking
our bodies and souls in explosive delight.....

Dear Sir/Madam

It has been brought to our attention
how much you feel threatened by our Quality product
it is noted you feel its unfair the generous budget used
in our manufacturing costs not to mention the finely sourced
and exceptionally refined ingredients we use in our product.

Whilst we can understand that such quality is beyond the
reach of the average buyers or even appreciable by their tastes
we heartily feel there is enough room in the market to cater for all.
We therefore feel it is churlish, unsporting and bad form to cast
aspersions, make disparaging remarks, slander and sabotage our
quality.

As its now proven Quality endures and speaks for itself
cause despite all your foul means and obnoxious intentions and
quite frankly demeaning and despicable mind-sets and dastardly deeds, the quality and reputation of our product remains unassailable
whilst at the same time buttressing in minds of most general buyers that Quality counts and will always trump shoddy ill made products

We have no need to attack competitors or engage in unsavoury
competition or demean ourselves in cheap anodyne point scorings
we will always maintain our highest standards and the ethos we hold
dear....In good Quality, you have the Best of the Best.

Please accept our best wishes

The Quality Team

Ain't it so
when you believe your own lies
it becomes so very readily your own truth
but the lies will come knocking for the truth of your lies
then you'll find that truthfully all you have are the lies of your lies
and therein will lay the truth of you which is nothing but the lie you are.......
Semblance over substance

Fear is for others
as clarity abhors shadows
and the unstained conscience
keeps counsel with doves and talents
what is to fear but fear itself who I know, fears me

In your depreciating Cabral of the putrid collectives
where the poisonous oxygen sears your hackneyed minds
and the history of your undesirable stations colors your visions
painting thoughts in rediffusions of psychopathy tuning whimsical
casting the agitations and hysterics of your fractious diseased sights

Know this for nothing, he who dared show your malignancy
In stance laissez-faire, you erupted unfair troubles, chaos, strife
spurred by knaves, armoured by the green-eyed monster and deceit
boiling with historical wounds, none of my doing or from my habitat
In devious lying tongues you rout my knoll, my name, my heart et al

Now, know this, hate a'fore unknown to me, but not any more
despise will not do, detest and arbor not enough, loathe still not near
a man of peace I trouble you not but in raging madness you pillaged
You paid an army, you conned a town for the bravest it overwhelmed
Now you post your wenches and sell a fable of teasing and confusing

From this heart I do declare, this man can never turn in gay
but no ***** regardless fair or fetching who in your game, I see
that ceaseless passions burns and holds nowt but abominations for all
nurse my soul for pitiless, cruel wicked and witless snakes is too far
say what you may, pen what you will, I see you and all in contempt

I know of time and I know of age and I have known pleasures
but now I also know what hate can do and how evil blackens hearts
save your time and use your cancerous energy elsewhere as you do
to hold I want to share passions with your vacuous wenches untrue
Me see no beauty no more, only mindless effigies and sadist puppets in slime

she brought a French loaf
wrapped in tight cellophane
her days of éclairs were disappointing
this may just be what she really needed
to fill her up and satisfy her hunger pangs
she may love herself more and lessen frustration
and stop her obsessing over the whoppers sold in brown bakers
that she dreams about all the time her mouth watering for that taste

Give me a will to
show me a reason why
give me a way to comprehend
show me the hidden treasures awaiting
give me answers wisdom gives to vacuous minds
show me the Jerusalem of the prodigals at requiem mass
give me the reason of you when the reason of you is no reason

Not glutton for punishment
or a ******* out for kicks
for I see no sad pains or thrills
for its quite apparent if indeed I fear
acidic ranting 'n delusions of tiny minds
there's quite the option of going elsewhere
but an alpha with a social conscience learns
from the depravities' of the pained less fortunate
who fume and boil from disadvantages and ignorance
mired under a glass ceiling so limiting is a cause for dismay
so if I serve as a therapy to augur the wounded beasts snarling
enmeshed in struggles and impoverished in minds bodies and souls
let me serve,  do my bit for desperate times demands such indulgence

You guess and second guess
vacuous heads have abundant valleys
housing the theatres of woes begones welcomed
look inside your oracles and see the jesters guessing
and the calculus who ordains two and two is thirty nine
go boil it in your cauldron you cannot trap a cloud and pin it down
sand can be heated to molten transparent glass and bricks break glass
and heraldry of shores and islands was born in rain and Sango bows to them

No boughs or brambles
strickens or stirs on reflective calm
neither do flippant washes or dense ripples
sway in windless surges on the calmness crystal flow
in translucent clarity starry light cuts from the deep to surface
always the Halleluiah chorus to the dusk and dawn of enlightenment

Foreboding tales in ragged tones
fevered pitches soaked from devoured galled pitchers
tis anthem profane of spooks an song less featherless birds
mourning arid lives and cloaking dressed maelstroms on purity
the sea sails  in a life well tempered away from debris and flotsams
the swirls of squalls thunders onerously and in the deep the centre holds

Whispering ghosts find their voices
in empty heads
and connect with those fighting their demons
not beyond the pale
fear begets fear in the embrace waiting perdition
where none is unseen
the toils of gasping spectres labours in chilled cold fires
where penance is the lives they live
the catcher waits for they who twist and shout in the shadows

" The world does not need any more white saviours. As I've said before, this just perpetuates tired and unhelpful stereotypes. Let's instead promote voices from across the continent of Africa and have serious debate. "

Ah David, oh David my son
don't you know by now that white supremacy is the old black
they don't want  the educated black like you
they don't harbour the progressive talented intellectual black
only place acceptable is the sports field, the drug den and their beds
but please remember.......
your only worth to them is your enormous member and passion
your hot chilli drive, your fabled great stamina and that shiny
gleaming mahogany hue, the stuff of dreams, no brains required
NOW YOU BETTER KNOW.......
if you dare turn down a bed invite in East London by cockney wenches on heat
Say good-bye to any life you had and welcome hell's miseries
How dare you, who the hell do you think you are
You think you're better than us, you think you're superior

We will take you down a ****** strip, we will make sure you'll
never have another woman in your life
We rule the world, you better know it, you black *******
How dare you
We will wipe you out, erase you, swat you dead like a fly
We will make you wish you were never born

Bro, you're not supposed to talk back
Know your place even though you're an MP
You are still a TOKEN, still a minority, still a ****** blackman
Just thank your lucky stars and shut up!

WE are the Supreme beings and we rule your ***!

In their inferiority overcome by complexes
they seek to smear, belittle and slight
and in moronic zeal as is their wont
no substance or intelligence can be deployed
and the comprehension of Emotional intelligence
is absolutely beyond their unwashed grasps

Who but them does their crazy plot calculus
how can the childish coerced antics of the lowly
of minds, status and comportment who in doing
confirms all these and more for that matter
impact on proven deportment and grace so apparent
who feels the ravage uncouth but the ravage uncouth

You are down there because that's where you belong
I am not on your level in mind body or soul
I am not base, ignorant or bereft or bigoted enough
to hate as you do cos I never grew up feeling inadequate
have nothing to prove cos I made good of opportunities
so well in fact that it left you all with keener inferiority complexes

So you all rage in inadequacies and your insignificance
you can do no better or match so foul and block
you lack confidence, self assurance so you throw mud
you are without appreciable talents so you vandalize
you are dumb and dumber so you go petty and silly
You are all beneath contempt and thus beneath me
and all your misdeeds and groaning pains proves that

The gangsters of Crimson
tell us please about this Doubts malarkey

Gotcher
we ain't Crooks, Con-artists and Extortioners for nothing
we are smart cookies, been in this game all our lives
listen matey, hear me
know what we said, slander is the main leveler
That patsy we have the contract on
the man is as straight as dye
innocent as the day is born
never did a thing wrong, no dirt did we find on him
decent nice upright upstanding fellow
as nice as apple pie and iced cream

But we have ways, first thing is to discredit the ******
its Character assassination, public humiliation, we ruin his life
so we slandered him from here to Timbuktu or where the darkies are
we told high tales and hyped the hell outta that patsy
you know how good the ******* are in spreading malicious gossips
we paid their leaders and sent them all out
wow! did they do a good job or what. it went down a treat
the punters swallowed every word, every defamation stuck like glue
even his mother would find it hard to love him
hahaha...think he could stand up to us

after all that malarkey and mud throwing
we now have to stalk and hound the ****** and make him loose his mind
Now listen here, you just can't go to the stupid punters
and say, hound that man, they ain't that stupid
so you give em a good story, nice fake news wrapped nicely
you create a false scenario, nice word eh, got that from the TV
anyways you sell the dopes some fake scenario
then tell them you are controlling the mud splatter royal star
tell the dopes anytime they see him they must do this
cause they are confusing him, or putting doubts in his mind

Ah, clever or what, who says crooks and villains aren't clever
we are manipulating the stupid masses and they are eating outta our hands
we make them believe false scenario, get the numpties to do silliness
watch how they go for it
listen my son, the only education you need is no ******* university
come learn from us, the people or punters, call em what you will
are as dumb and brainless as jellied eels
You steal their brains and their stupid minds
an tell them you are teaching them how to **** royal mind
they can't wait to cast 'doubts' on nothing doing

We know the game, we know the punters
that poor patsy hasn't got a chance
I tell you what though
this contract is the hardest we've ever done
we've put this ****** through the mill for yonks
given the whole nine yards and more to push him over the edge
Yet, the ******* still stands, laugh and even talk back
******* heck, this man must be an alien.......

The rancid Commoners in contemptible union
On the high orders of Thieves and House burglars
declared go destroy and control innocent in unison
cast life into misery, torment and woe for that fella

Nefarious dumbos spin lies, mis-info 'n fabrication
slander, defamation and distortion in odious mix
go harass, hound and pester, drive him to frustration
Tell the unknowing he's arrogant, he deserves the jinx

United Dumbos, reprobates, degenerate and thieves
spew nonsensical hotch potch as gospel truth and facts
vilifying innocent man because their guilt painfully hives
Know that these gang stalking criminals hunt in packs

When some adhere to the code of silence in communities
It's because they know what will happen if they talk
If you dare stand up to crooks then expect such hostilities
know also that there are those willing to talk 'n face the flak

YOU DON'T SCARE ME.....Racist THIEVES

Oh my bella Signora why you wanna break my poor heart
Dino he tells me quietly, he saw you with that grande Signore
Tells me you make the **** eyes and **** laugh ooh lika that
But which for me you don't smile **** like that, maybe I bore
Dino says, Signore pretend and ask why you laugh like that
Bella Signora, why can't you see for you I have more amore

Oh my bella signora, Sofia says that Signore has grosso cazzo
Now I wonder if our friendship is beyond Via della Conciliazione
I make for you good coffee and don't rope you in with any lasso
Play as you like, I will bring you roses in rosa at Palazzo Torlonia
Don't leave to go drinking with that Signore at  Campo Marzio
I'm sad because alcune donne says Signore has good testimonial

Oh my bella Signora if you break my heart I will run away to Haiti
People they say, you play with quattro corteggiatore or pretendenti
I say to Marcello, pretend as in English is more like it, go tell tutti
I know window dressing when I see it, know you are too faulty
You like rosa, yes! you like *****, maybe Martini or a cool Chianti
But I worry maybe that Signore turn your head with Royal Treaty

"  Yawn  "

they ain't cool, just gauche witless potatoes
they speak like children with uneven teeth
and carry ugly weapons in trigger happy mode
they know the laws of attraction is not about height
for some just have charisma and *** appeal in spades
it kills like hell when a gleaming chariots ferrys cool style
and a host with the most becomes legend with *** that sizzles
you ain't got nothing that pulls without your minimum wages
you're two a penny, nothing gratifying or distinguishing about ya
just average Joes eaten with ya inferiority and pencil with no lead in
go lay the blocks and dig the wedge hole, thats all ya good for afterall

I was never good at doing the hokey cokey
didn't know how to put one foot in
and one foot out and then turn it all around

Ringa a ringa Roses did not charm me much
as well
I was adverse to all these, Athishos we all fall down
they wouldn't even let me fall down on top of Misanne
my cute kindergarten girl-friend

Now the Grand ole Duke of York was something else
Why should I be marching up and down
and then neither up nor down
I told the teacher I wanted to play cowboys and Indians
She said I should get in Line

I rebelled about all these nonsense
No foot in, no falling down, no marching up and down
Let's play Chase and Kiss the Girls, I suggested
The two teachers sent me to go see Mother Superior
in the office

I asked Mother Superior why she was superior
as I'd kissed six girls behind the games room
so I am more superior
She gave me a note to take home to my Mum
Mummy said to stop kissing girls at school or I'll get germs
and die, and I won't go to heaven

I did not stop and kissed a lot of gals and liked it
twenty years down the line and countless girls in my wake
I discovered that adults do the hokey-pokey and a lot
of falling down and going up and down

And then just as I became a certified expert at this
Something happened and I was jolted into the realisation
that there are some bad people
who can mess things up
by
putting their oars in and their oars out
and shaking things all about
and athisho  and you fall down
and then they march you up and march you down
and you are neither up nor down

But like all those years ago, I didn't like to play
So I sat down and watched them play
but there are no girls around to play chase kiss with
Well, I suppose I won't get germs now
and I'd be allowed in heaven...........