But I always know

their lots are harder than mine

so in grace and gratitude I thrive

for many have first world problems

that dehumanizes them and eats their souls

the best things in life are free

inner beauty wears no mask

"the truism that envy often masquerades as resentment"
write your nonsense all day long
be it your odious quests
taking residency vomiting trite *****
you and acolytes seething in hate, in your inferiority
self-loathing, your talent-less worthlessness and dirtiness
with your ten thousand coerced horsemen of the apocalypse
your braying mob of witless pawns and cannon fodders tripping
and the embittered harridans with wasted lives and bad sad choices
the toxic inglorious collectives of western never-do-well venting angst
look another truism to make you cry,  cream is always stays at the top
I still stand in grace and I still shine like I am only forty years old
my mind still as sane and shape, my temperaments still as cool
you've huffed and puffed in slime and deceits most foul
your serpentine tongues hissing falsehoods by in tons
robbed your neighbor and tried extorting money
twisted it to the blameless becoming monsters
because you envied and coveted their gains
in sickness you can't bear a good man do well
"the truism that envy often masquerades as resentment"

We write like we matter
and we know what we know
But what we do not know
is that we do not matter

For if we matter
we will know what matters
and knowing what matters
means
we will see what matters

Which is that we know nothing
but what we think we know

Which is that we do not know
ourselves

And that is hard to take
and even harder to know

So we just fake it
to make it

For when you do not matter
what matters what you know!

Fleecy Lambs don't love Royals
neither can sheep
for in baying pens they flock
as dogs train them
how to be and where to graze

Timid sheep baying and baaing
Harry knows the score
it take strength and intelligence
confidence radiant
a self possessed mind uncommon

That which Meghan has aplenty
and Zara's Tindall too
an alpha-male with a mind set
plebs go eat your *******
I'll love who I want
I don't answer to you or any sheep

Sheep and Lambs can't love Royals
neither can dumb plebs
see the poised and assured Meghan
bright strong stylish sharp
not our chavettes celebrating dull & insipid
and bigging up mediocrity
all together in the sheep pen of the uninspired
the weak and the ignorance

Made my parents proud

shaped into a well made man

no foul deeds or criminal affiliations

got me a sound mind and rewarding education

travelled seeing far flung places and other cultures

loved beauties a trillion times and basked in true connections

helped my fellow humans when I could in sincerity and real care

held in the reciprocated blood love and esteem of siblings and family

more wins than losses in glory and grace of light and love above

in salient gratitude I see clasp and nurse crystal glass half full

so am I to be churlish and bemoan dismayed sheep

knowing they languish sadly down  the ladder

in the playground of disadvantages

where neon shines to mislead

as sheep lampoon in vain

yeah! be proud that
that's what you reduced to
puny shadows cloaked in deceit
demeaned to petty battles
swamped in indulgent cowardice
your tamed now aware
and in closed rooms they snigger
they were mites already
we always knew
they are blood suckers coveters
who fume and rage
our home grown backstabbers
who talk a good game
and live others to do the work
they the contemptible
God save our island
our Emperor's coat has worn thin

That's kept them quiet now
but I have to **** them back from fantasizing
ok enough already
come back
haters have to hate
not daydreaming about the place
however nice it may feel you have a job to do
but remember the tales though
that passion
that always ready to give it good
yeah, yeah yeah.... I am amazing ain't I

When you shine brilliantly
others are blinded and end up in the shade
in irate anger they hold you responsible
their eyes hurt and their senses evaporate
and they accuse you of greedily owning the light
and blame you for their darkness
they have become the mindless in Darkness

When they look down
at their miniatures flaccid inactive
and filled embarrassment and pent rages
they scramble to desks
and with onyx fingers and quills
satiate their despair in fanciful incantations
and whimsical curses
warriors stand with Excalibur
gilded craftsmen with gifted lances
the harlequins script dirges
for down below
the quick-fire from stubs and twigs
will never light up a storm
or keep the home fires burning
in body and soul
so in anger
they squat in caves and pen ditties to the invader
spewing that which they cannot utter
in hand to hand or face to face
envious hate run deep
and they wish Long Staff was dead
and vibrant Moors never crossed the Caspian
with their ornamental daggers
and long swords

It is the measure of the man
not the inveterate man of the measure
who without substance finds solace in posturing
and delights in undermining the glories hard won
by distinction and excellence by those with real courage

What befits the false warriors without essential probity
who takes refuge lies, smears fabrication and dastardly deeds
and wears a face of many sides each a disgrace to honor and truths
then declares in cowardice supreme I claim the value of ascension
while all and all sees their hollow columns and towers of embers

Is probity in tallness of men or the hearts that beats within
or the large carriages summoned on the never-never enslaved
Is worth of virtue and light seen in the draining snares of serpents
or the fellowship of a thousands lost sheep coerced by duplicity
a platform of harmonious unity or the assiduous guise of chicanery

It is the measure of the man
not the inveterate man of the measure
it is he that talks as it means and means as he talks, with honor
the steady and profound essence of the triumph of mind, body soul
the rock that stands the ravages of the unclean ghouls and smiles
and rides in fire and brimstone's unscathed, the edifying realness
It is the measure of the man

What profits a man
if he gains the world and loses his soul
as you build your world
from the sweat of heroes and mothers
you furnish the hell
where your children and grandchildren
will toast
from the unforgiven molten lavas of your
cut-throat carcasses

A Direct Descendant of
My Father, My fathers Father, My father's Father Father
My Father#s father's Father's father
I am just a direct descendant
a direct descendant that continues
to make History

“To become stronger than your opponents,
learn more than them.
To become happier than your opponents,
love more than them.
To become greater than your opponents,
learn and love more than them.
If you are smarter than your enemies,
you are steps ahead of them.
If you are wiser than your enemies,
you are miles ahead of them.”

Granted its in soulless fayre
the occupational narcissist professes
disambiguation
siphoning misinformation into disinformation
our perverse alchemist declares his truths
his restless agenda has consumed
his essence fanning his psychosis
the internal war takes no prisoner
his  presence and continuous struggles are a relief
blatant signs he craves his narcissistic fixes
we know the psychology
the damaged miscreant
with the octane cravings
to regurgitate his pressing unhappiness
and bring them to another
for that's how he feeds
he is at war with himself
un-centred and core-less
in the lies of his truths
the scalped miscreant snarls in pain for attention
his presence means relief is far far away
and victory can never be his
and it hurts and he lives hurts all the time
the incomplete man  
that's the sad truth

the evil mind aggrandizing
in its base damnation
the victim of its desecration
paying wanton homage
to its furtility

gnashing the hollow lyrics
from the darkness
the fallen in paradise lost
cast oracles of doom
in self testimony

I wonder if
the ones they have
mentally manipulated
in acting in their street theatre
pantomime of the Useful idiots
will ever be
aware of the scarthing
and sad disingenuous slants
being attributed to their characters
perhaps its taking one for the team
or maybe its
simply a case of thinking
everyone is as stupid and malleable
as they are and thus a hegemony of dimwits
simply playing with themselves for play sake
for who buys
into this but themselves
acts full of sound and fury
tales told by prime dolts for dolts
in vacuous dolts' drama - ” Signifying nothing.”

Round up twenty random men
test us in all things masculine
bet you, I'll feature in the best three
what makes you think I am limited
what makes you think a woman completes me
there are five lonely women to one man
more like ten to one for professional women
and fifteen to one for the single mothers with children
your divorce rate is the highest in Europe perhaps the world
your men are fickle, unromantic, most immature and some useless
emotionally cold boys only interested in drink and football
if not sat playing Call of Duty, like juveniles and dopes
while the hapless women run  the show and all
a prince among men with nearly everything
distinctions galore, wise and loving
caring and giving, body mind and soul
confident, charming, true and cool
if you think he sits lamenting
or crying tears in loneliness
while lames are your choices
more fools them is obvious
its your ****** loss
its your ****** loss
that's the truth
simple as that

The lame will always be prodigal
in put downs and abuses
for the fitter ones
for
where else does lame find solace
but the whimsical *******
of insane aspersions
and
vile wishes and hateful projections
being these are the easiest
in lame's governance
heck
thoughts are freer and even freer
more imaginative and lurid
for the lame with less
and lesser to do
hate
is a souped-up turbo driving force
with bull hides upholstery
for the lame
so
do not deny them the flight of fancy
the solace and comfort of lame's
ride of shame
they
would do better
if they could

It's So Simple
It's so simple
yet it all goes over their heads
like the blue skies above
like the unseen winds that lingers

You see me
notice me and I freely occupy your mind
I roam in your thoughts
and sometimes I rush in your veins
hot or cold depending your moods

It because, like it or not
I am unique, memorable, outstanding
Quietly Charismatic, now larger than life
A David amongst men
just not like anybody else
because of this, I have made an impression
on you and become an invitee into your selves
a tenant in your minds, a sitting thought edifice
that pillars a saloon in your willing minds

With me though, it's not the same
Why would I see you in my thoughts and mind
there's nothing charismatic or remarkable
edifying, impressionable or admirable here
a bunch of fooled acolytes, some serving staffs
some unengaging neighbourhood trawls
some outsiders grateful for inclusions
some anodyne trolls, some nutcases looking to vent
a mish-mash of brain-washed strangers

All these don't impact my consciousness
I know them not, they know the clone sold to them
They utter *******, it stays *******
they act their dramas, I ain't got a clue
people I give real attention to, don't behave stupid
You sit to watch me leave to bang a door
Good for you, you got the time and a door to bang
thank God I'm not reduced to being you
the trolls write their fantasies, I think Plato, Descartes,
Kant, Nietzsche and a host of others, God stays always

Anchoring my mind to mediocrity is pointless
what gains do I get from immaturity being immaturity
what interest are fooled adult males displaying ignorance
who dances with fools and then complain they are limbless
how can the drivel from scums give me sleepless nights
or be moved by the scripted lies of a double-bluff scripted lies
or play the game of hearts when my heart is not in it
They believe they are playing Checkmate on a King
There is no King, just an ordinary man that THIEVES want
you to harass, intimidate and drive away, so their guilts
and fears stops burning them

If I am fractured mentally, spiritually or physically
I would not be here, I have another home to go to
If I was any of what they say I am or was, I would not stay to
weather a crazy, unjust and unfair storm
If I was a greedy leech, why was I working twelve hour nights
while the Thieves next door where drinking and stealing
If I was some chauvinistic pig why was this only known after
eighteen years of marriage, when my wife was threatened and bullied
How many others have claimed I was this bad tempered Ogre
until I forcefully gave racist and bullying criminals a piece of my mind
If I had done anything wrong I would have gone a long long time ago
Criminals want to drive me OUT to justify their lies and cover their disgraceful crime and shame
I am me, I am here and I stay for I am not afraid of the truth, They are...........

You have been analysed
verified and classified
contextualized and indexed
you are superfluous and inconsequential
the only danger you pose is to yourselves
because you habitually re-ingest the toxins you emit
animals lick their wounds to anesthetize and heal
some reptiles shed their skins to regrow and mature
some like some lizards even loose tails and limbs that regrow
but you display simpleton kamikaze characteristics
in fear you emit odious poisons copiously
some frogs are known to do this
but unlike them you ingest yours
and re-swallow them again so
thus your innards are rotten and toxic
and you're dying internally
mercifully you're unaware
dying spooks
dying ghosts

Put your words to your meanings
put your meanings to your senses
put your senses to nonsenses

What proves the mists of delusions
in tarnished tandem with malice
what gains myths of fulcrum gainsays
in the passionless kisses of cobras
what are hymns to mud shrines effigies

Put your senses to your  nonsenses
put your nonsenses at one with onyxes
put your effluents right up your orifices

The ignorance and piffling arrogance of populace
where a statute of an unknown martyr is installed
and they believe driving by this statute each day
haunts their memories and enters their consciousness
perhaps as the cornflakes they daily consumes
lingers emotionally in their thoughts and beings
The ignorance and piffling arrogance of populace
the sheep that go baa baa in monotonous baying
in the belief they are slaying Elvis' Heartbreak Hotel
Hit it one more time
Well, since my baby left me
Well, I found a new place to dwell
Well, it's down at the end of Lonely Street
At Heartbreak Hotel
Hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha haha

When you seek to hijack a royal brain

make sure you know the size of the royal crown

if you do not know the size you will not have the Royal brain

and then you will will discover  a very important secret

there is no size to a royal crown

No! off course they can't get over themselves!
It's an injury worse than death
Can't you see
Life has already humiliated them
and then
you go and tell them
how life has humiliated them
that my son, is a great mistake

You see, us in know all fool them
the Politicians do it all the time
they never tell them the truth
they offer platitudes, tell them they have power
make them think they are in control
they are sheep, you sing them nursery Rhymes
and read them bed-time stories
give them enough to buy their toys, food and drinks
lots of drinks keeps them happy and quiet, then pat them on the head

But son, you went and told them the un-hearable
you went and told them the unbearable truth
you informed them of their station
remind them of how life had humiliated them
and humiliated them telling them this
what they refuse to see or accept,
You bluntly told them and that coming from you
Christ, that's like triple whammy

Yes you have bothered the bee hive
they are swarming all over you
they did not need the truth, never want the truth
now they can't rest or maintain their blind slumber
Son, just pray the courage of Heraldry upholds you
and start believing in Divine Ordination
You have committed sacrilege
You have made them see themselves
and how life humiliates them

This is not Roberta killing me softly
or singing my life with her words
neither was she Aretha's rose in black at spanish harlem
No, this is our modern day viral influencer
our tick talk charlatan
smooching mental wellness from the craven
and advice from the vipers' cyrpt
with evangilical zeal and maniacal jest
she pours fourth surface knowledge in elementary bias
intermittently cackling, flashing tombstone pearly whites
and preening
and oh! how she preens
a hand shots upwards to preen the glossy black mane
that hangs luxurious over her shoulders
Farrah Fawcett Majors eat your heart out
and right there lies the rub, no pun intended
for the glossy tresses are false
Walmart special Offer in latest nylon, buy one and loose visiting
a hair salon forever
the unkind would say probably as false as the wearer
but I see how minds are colonized and the chains are never broken
and Aunties Toms can preen their locks like Madam Inglander
from the plantation mansion
and how, though now in modern times
she's still indented aiways to be 'Becky with the good hair's' proxy
So will our heathen viral infuencer influence
No, stooges just do as ordered
but we smile benignly and grieve lost sisters
as we hail those,
the au naturale who takes pride in curly and *****
for in that confidence lies truth and self esteem    
No fakes peddling fake news
no real ebony queen seeks to softly **** their Kings
for they know the know and history speaks
So No cover ups on heads and no twisted truths and foul justice
Be real...to set yourselves free....

Indoctrination by suggestibility

the panacea of superficial living

all semblance no substance pervades

feed us our homogenised elixir of air

lead us to the promised land of Neverland

where we open our eyes to dream and laugh in tears

we see to do and do as seen and believe as told to believe

measured brains for limited capacity solaced in placebo distractions

herd in and gather for your ritual humiliation and see power in your

navels

would your leaders lie to you

So our zealots of Papa Red Tonton Macoutes
inebriated on fish and chips
and enraged by their limp under-done tiddlers
wink wink tiddly-wink
decides as tonton marcoutes do to mount
their campaigns of terror

In ragging flaccid fervours the said they were
going to chip chip chip away
thirty years down the line the dunces are still
chip chip chipping way
God knows it must cost them a pricey fortune
replacing their blunts tools

Then our bands of lame possessed declared
it wearing out time
we will haunt harass and torment to worn out
commence whimsicality dopes
thirty years  of nonsensicality and fetid idiocies
they are still huffing and puffing

As the inherent clowns spit in the winds they said
ah, its psychic war-fare
and so began daft shadow-boxing with each other
hey! its remote attack don't you know
we sending signals and messing up mind and head
yeah! as simpletons do

So its ***** tonk jiving jazz and swinging hip-hop
mish mash loonies in self abuse
wanking in plain sight and parading their Emperor's
new coat while pinning the tail
and all they've done is now shown the bemused public
they are shamed and feel threatened by one man

Pigs squeaking is hogwash
the pains of going from mud puddles
to bacon
the little pinkie curl and that's not the tail
chipolata isn't that of superman
and ******* come from pigs brains
Pigs squeaking is hogwash
honking honking
squealing squealing till bacon time

Guess one shouldn't laugh
but its so so funny
after breaking all the records
as I danced them stupid
they have no mojo to begin with anyway
and always finish too quickly
so they rely on quantity having no quality
anyways I broke all records
so they now repeat themselves
and dance to the sound of their own voices
yassa yadda yadda
and again
yadda chatter rant and rave
the bores with no mojo who finish too quickly
will always have the time
to yadda yadda spill yer guts and chatter natter you don't matter
broke yer records
and danced youse merry
y'all quick firing repeaters
shooting from thin slimy lips so lifeless and unappealing
obsessed with repeating your repeats
hahaha hahaha hahaha
Guess one shouldn't laugh
but its so so funny

Did the clues betray the fantasist
from Uncle Bulgaria on the Cornwall move
alas his mother dies yearly
twice so far anyway
as the wind cries liar
but lets take a specialist narcissist
too busy planning a wedding on that train
from Vietnam to volunteer
in Uganda or Gambia
as voices speak in head
been there done it Mr Revisionist
he was at the barricade at the Bastille
hoisting the tricolour he writes
as ladies swoon
he's done them all
our Chamberlain is now Revolutionist
fighting for a New World order on keyboard
after he left the RAF
do let tell worthless bullies
the clues are in plain sight
the contempt is resounding
even Buddha knows that

Do not ask me why
what can I say when its all well known
a clung in the tepid furnace
a shudder and a yelp
and down the milky way
one thing for sure I can tell
after sixty seconds minimised and uncut
it sure leaves a lot of time
to rake and twist
**** poke and roll
and throw stones from our glass houses
never measured up we know
gotta find a release after the release
its maddening for we just do not have
the rhythm within nor the moves
we create distractions to distract us
roll over Beethoven

Less than two hundred years ago
your ancestors were still being dehumanised
as they have been for centuries and centuries before
So hurray and bully for you
that now you stand tall and proud
and like The bugle-master or Drivers of old
you are tasked
with trying to dehumanise one of your brothers
Hey! you are a free man
your Handlers tell you
forget your ancestors were once mere chattels
but look, you are one of us now and we all stand together
This is about Power and Revolution and destroying
anyone we gratuitously determine is an 'elite'
this is our 'one sided truth' and as always you cannot disagree
Less than two hundred years ago
your brothers who talked revolution
soon floated down a southern river or hung off a tree
they, of course did not have a 'one sided truth' to tell
what do dehumanized chattels know about effective propaganda
or fabrication, distortion, misinformation or misrepresentation
when even now, you and some of your brothers and sisters
still do not have a clue
Look how easy it is turning you against eachother
mixing and boiling your little heads till you're shanking eachother
and chasing pennies or dancing and singing
So stand tall and proud
Its them and ua, we tell you
Do as you are told and cry out your solidarity, 'brother'
Show how far you've come
in over two hundred years and centuries and centuries

I know you just a louse
belching gas
you know you are not important
neither are you a labourers hero
you are just a weak bully
eating sour grapes
which you probably
stole

When they white wash
they use white emulsion paint
made by white people
in their own colour
just like white noise
which is white
but you can't see it
just as tombstones are white
and those therein are without hearts
heartless and walled in a white cage
below and above
they labour the white winter of discontent
but ghosts do not feel or have consciences
spooks are always white
as in white wash and white noise

In the clinging ordinariness
of them insignificant sheep
how they crave love
to bring color to white blandness
chomping hay and green grass
life's pleasure for the huddled masses
so in love they find warmth
and baa in fanciful tongues
milking away in fluffy paradise
but always the sheep
come summer and the skies blue
love melts away like winters snow
and they part to gambol and hop
from her to him and him to another
do not talk love for love sake
that was then this is now
we have no strings attached
never real or lasting for sheep are sheep
ah! the joys of sheep in love
love is for the winters blues
never felt it till ewe came along
baa baa baaa roses are red
baa baa ba humbug
we are sheep and ewe are ewe

we all know snow can be moulded
into any shape we want
cold yet soft and pliable
build yourself a snowman
give it a nose like a mafia hit man
and eyes like deadly nightshade
and ground it in your garden
but know its none of my business
I see nothing when you're not around
and some others come to have some fun
for its a gift that keeps on giving
in a whiter shade of pale

Jealous ants smite by envy
creepy crawlers always in dirt
brains missing acts on instincts
follow the leader and copy the actions
bite, bite, crawl away, bite, bite crawl away

alone, they are weak and small
but in big numbers we can swarm
just open those jaws and nip and bite
if we needed brains nature would have provided
so just bite, bite, crawl away, so bite, bite crawl away

small and fragile we are
but equal and homogeneous
we all look the same, no airs or graces
get in line and swarm together for the queen
so just bite, bite, crawl away, so bite, bite crawl away

we need no education
we can climb over brick walls
who needs a mind when instincts as good
we just follow the leader and march off as we're told
so just bite, bite, crawl away, so bite, bite crawl away

We can't take it easy with Caramel
tastes so good, ideal sweet unsurpassed
we'll march from east to west, north and south
tirelessly even climbing over each other to get Caramel
so just bite, bite, crawl, so bite, bite and crawl back to our holes

We, pirates of the underground
heartless thieves in nights or at daylight
savage, cannibalistics horned by instincts and numbers
we want the sweetest and prey on dead and the living too
all we know is bite, so just bite, bite and crawl back to our holes

I have not found misery
But contentment and liberating Light
amongst ladened pygmies I stand head and shoulders above

So lets pity the Dividers
and the sordid indulgences of shysters
charlathans liars blamers decievers scallywags and larcenists

Tis the sweat off my brow
my aspiration and endeavours upholds
as does millions of others who in honest toil thrive and profit

Sham politburo hooligans
state half-wits spit anachronistic slogans
our Witchfinder General seeing silver spoons in meritocracy

Lazies do as lazy does
Never learning but heedlessly agitating
Puerile minds dividing projecting smearing and intimidating

Maniac fantasists deluded saps
Disingenuous failures hiding in plain sight
Cheats and sinners in glasshouses throwing stones

Dime store mobsters
Confused minds in haze exporting confusion
Mired in hate envy and jealousy they alienate enterprise and success

It’s monarchs it’s the elites
Well worn lies and excuses for the work-shy
There’s opportunities aplenty but dumb blamers point fingers

You can’t tell the truth
That you want something for nothing
That you’re the greedy and entitled sourly prodigals

Reds with red faced shame
dunce revolutionaries in Quixotic faux pas
the problem rests in you as you wallow in the divisive stench
whirling in the windmills of your rancid minds

He who took on the mantle stands
he who toiled hard to better himself stands
he who crossed oceans stands and even built more than you
with all your privileges what have you done to make yourselves
feel proud - oh yes, you throw stones and hide hands - bravo!!........ bravo!!