Clique, clique, clique..........lock-down minds
virus Revolution infected by egalitarian convid virus
man proposes and the Creator disposes in prevailing winds
power to the people transmogrifies to ventilators for them and us
when red ants play god, God plays to remind
Love together is the answer, not wars

Retards and inadequates
meet exceptionally Outstanding
its a long story
they say
I say
but don't hold your breaths
the retards have problems with understanding
and the inadequates
are talentless and unintelligent
and can only write nonsense
and scribble drivel
telling tall tales
that is why
its a long story ....
hahaha hahaha hahaha
yeah! its indeed
a long story
haha haha

You think integrity
is something to do with a computer and dirt
you think white noise
means jabbering any ******* loudly and persistently
you're right about that
but do you know that when the unfiltered witnesses
accepts you're just sick and useless
as they see your pathetic demeaning disgraceful antics
they certainly do not mean
you're sound and use less of whatever drives your grossness
I bet you do
but do you know what someone without any integrity means
its certainly not a computer component with no grit on it

Hahaha..where are all the pip-squeak bullies
those ****-less keyboard ***** playing warriors
against Hamlet and excellence
while across the pond and in hallowed halls
our Man in Washington doing his job
is bullied and expunge unceremoniously
by that bully with the weave over corn-hair
and the trade-mark irreverent tongue of bullies
so where are all our pip-squeak bullies
from our green and pleasant land
fear not for the cowards will not speak up
why speak and lose your chips and burghers
whats international affairs to dumb bullies
whats dignity and integrity to scums and thugs
the Empire has become a laughing stock
first in Europe and now all this
bullying by big blond
pip-squeak ****-less bullies where are you
fighting sumo wrestling with one MAN
and he's taking the almighty ****
of you cowards!

Go find your mind for refurbishment
in your fathers' compound
look for the type amongst your mothers'
lineages and your kith and kin
for in glowing words and testament we
present open bond of surety
to show there's no mind here for occupation
much less rental under duress
no space for assert stripping or fixtures
removals nor amateur redesign
ours is not built to be gutted and stripped
and fashioned to jejune fit
see its not one made without planning
and put together by State Benefits
no free items or stolen history and lies
were used in construction
you will find no false foundations here
or corrupted workmanship
nor are there short-cuts or inferior materials
used in our constructions
we've seen the minds of you and your tribe
we know the unsound artisans
and the quacks and swindling politicians
deployed in your forming
not to mention all the original heinous sins
of your ancestors and gene pools
spawns of Mephistopheles entangled in hock
for money and all known depravities
you can neither occupy or rent this mind
nor can you pack your junk here
the rent is above your pay grade and God
holds the legacy and the Deeds

lies, hatred, fake news, smears....
if this is labour in opposition
what on earth would they be like
in power.

it was Donald trump who popularized
the term "fake news"
but it is the labour party that has turned
misinformation and lies into an art form

ian austen  

Exremists that shore up Money Extortionists and Gangsters
that victimized an innocent blackman for standing up to Local area Criminals, and turned a hardworking decent law-abiding man
into a jobless, isolated, demonized outcast, for daring to tell crooks to go get a job and better themselves rather than burglarizing those that work.


ATTACK ON FREEDOM OF SPEECH and THE FREE PRESS
In his 2018 speech to members at the Labour Party conference, he encouraged them to go online and attack journalists: “The free press has far too often meant the freedom to spread lies and half-truths, and to smear the powerless, not take on the powerful. You challenge their propaganda of privilege by using the mass media of the 21st century: social media”.

That could be why journalists are routinely booed at Labour press conferences and BBC Political Editor Laura Kuenss-berg needed security guards when she covered the party’s annual conference in 2017.

In an interview the same year, Corbyn even admitted to being a reader of The Canary, described by one left-wing writer as “running a sexist hate campaign against Laura Kuenssberg”.

Of the controversial site, Corbyn said: “I think it’s good that people go to all the alternative sites and check out what they want. I’ve read The Canary quite a bit.”

Corbyn was infamously a member of an extremist Facebook group, too, in which he defended a blatantly anti-Semitic mural depicting Jews as greedy bankers, while his staff were found to be members of several others.

The Facebook groups set up in his name reveal the ugly face of the hard Left that now controls Labour.

That’s why his faction of extremists can’t be allowed anywhere near No10.

If this is what they are like in opposition, can you imagine how bad they’d be in power?

Ian Austin is a former Labour MP and chair of Mainstream, the campaign against extremism.

Oh! dear
what can the matter be?

Have the Salts become unsalted
are there sour flavourings
for the fish and chips at Wigan pier

Are the complaints
about the small chipolatas too depressing
or perhaps the king size saveloys are too rich

Its mad at the Republican Bar
the gangs meet to watch the red sunset
bully for them
they have nothing to loose but their chains

Its Springtime
come sing Dixie at the Black Prince Inn
and the Mud fight is still on

Comon people, everyone say
We rock, we rule, we are *******
but we don't care

So he's blind because he's not wearing his reading glasses
and misheard instructions
and without glasses  he read the charts
he had mentioned his left eye was aching and felt heavy
an it hurt to see through it that evening
I suppose that makes him blind
everything is a write-off
after all he is a horse, a wild mustang
isn't he
and he couldn't read the chart because he's uneducated

Hail the pantheon of the dimwits
from whence rings the wisdoms of *****
claiming parodies of second guessing
in aforethought projections

Hail the unconscious imbeciles
foraging refuse from common dumps
as illuminating guiding thoughts
remotely worthy of contemplation

Hail the confederation of cretins
the 'if you really know you wouldn't do'
that they do because they are inconse

The Milliband brothers inherited over two million
Mr Blair and his family are worth over twenty million
when the old Mr Denis Healey died his estate was five million

former Labour MP Lord Watts attacked  Mr Corbyn’s inner circle as “the London-centric hard left political class who sit around in their £1m mansions eating their croissants at breakfast and seeking to lay the foundations for a socialist revolution.”

According to research produced by the Tories the new £1,000 membership fee would apply to former leader Ed Miliband with a £2.5m house in Dartford Park, London and his ex-deputy Harriet Harman who owns a £2.3m house in Dulwich.

While shadow international development secretary Diane Abbott owns a £1m pad in Hackney and shadow defence secretary Emily Thornberry has a £3m home in Islington.

Wealthy Labour members of Mr Corbyn’s inner circle include his chief aide Seumas Milne who has a £1.5m house in Richmond, shadow foreign secretary Hilary Benn with a £3m house in Chiswick and shadow justice secretary Lord Faulkner with a £17.5m mansion in Westminster.

An African man from a Country where one British pounds equals
N#450.00 is considered an Elitist despite not even having £200

Our great Revolutionary are busy hounding and tormenting Afro-man
Hellbent on ruining his life and driving him to suicide or mad

The Protection Money Racketeers are from the working Classes
they contact their Socialist friends for solidarity when payment
was refused
They all gang up against poor Afro man who has suddenly become
an Elitist, a Leech and a Parasite that deserves to be ruined,

The Leftist and Racketeers launc serious gangstalking Revolution
Character assassination, Public humiliation, harassment, Provocation, hounding, Isolation, Taunts and tormenting is the game

Join in everybody, the Revolution is here, go pick on the Afro man
Go make his life a living Hell, hound him to death

He is an Elitist, a parasite, a Greedy *******, fleecing the poor
His CRIME? Well he is a Native Customary Prince from Africa
Yes, he's unpaid, No state Income, No Castle or Duchy of Cornwall
That doesn't matter, he black but Blue-blood, that will do
REVOLUTION

This is how Politics work in these days of ours, People
We are the MUGS,
It is the era of DISRUPTION and blindsiding the people
VOTE RED EVERYBODY
Help them buy more CHAMPAGNE for the TOP TABLE and leave
more millions for their children.  

Neon...NEON.... where are you, Oh..you're after the Afro Prince
yeah...good job....REVOLUTION!!!

How quaint the sour words of malice
to the Lilithian spawns
how cloying  the lime of the serpents
on blanched furry tongues
how infectious the bile of spiteful sirens
in fermented malaise
its the forum of the lily living carcasses
of the disfigured cravens
where in twisted verbosity heinous lies
are born to recoil diseased
and reinvest in bleeding red curse the linages
that cry and gnash in darkness
how fitting the penance of wickedness bears
the poisoned berries and fruits
that will ominously grace the banquets awaiting
to welcome your sold futures

Please bear with us
we are studying the Dictionary
we are learning how to spell properly
we are hastily looking for the few that can write
we've been rummaging about in garbage and trash
we are waiting for the NLP expert and the subliminal honcho
we are busy analyzing to see what we can lift and twist back in reply
our negative outputs needs refreshing  we're searching for more mud
we're only brainless confused nincompoops with no real flair or talent
Please bear with us, normal services will resume soon

william is a ******
katherine an anorexic *****
poor charles a plant talking mad man
camillia is ugly with a face like a horse
and good old queen wears an incontinent *****
harry is a lazy woke entitled unemployed sponger
mehgan is an american gold digging black *****
andrew is a ******* who traffics teenagers with the rich
all this spewed and vomited daily on social media
they say its a crisis of hate by the voiceless deranged
with unhappy lives and too frightened by their insignificance
royal hating is a thriving industry in this disunited kingdom
it should be prescribed by doctors as a cure for the mentalist
here take your phone or PC an go hate royals as required
these sickos we do know there are lots of them around
both young and old and all disadvantaged
so when they sing their demented blues
and spill the rancid contents of
diseased minds and sick heads
like all above and more
Philip is a greek ****
and a ponce
ME
i say thank God
I'm getting off lightly
I just at times get to read poems
by the mad poets society

In the square of the hanging palms
where the white sands sifts softly underfoot
and geckos and lizards know to stay away
the elders sit in quiet contemplation chewing kola nuts

Come, you son of tomorrows for its time
Soon you will go into the forest to find your mettle
for the Night of a thousand whispers beckons
where you will meet the headless warriors with three legs
and the talking calabash will ask of you where bravery lives

You will traverse in honour grace on your own
for now the hills says you are no longer a stranger
and your hand now reaches over your head to your ear
you will get a sheath for your sword and the armlet of a deity
that holds the charms of all the braves who wore your blood
know that the tears of your mother was shed only at your birth

You are a son of the land made of water and lightning
Sango gave you heart of fire while you drank the milk of tigress
before the oracle it was divined that your road leads in frontage
go resolutely with the cured spirit of the blazing sun at noon
remember some days ahead you will walk alone, its ordained
walk wisely like the tiger with the sleight of the regent beast
Know that in your river blood flows the tales of the unvanquished
the tenacity of the lynx and the ****** of your sword cleaves solid
go and do not look back, your path is true and  the Creator sees!

I said good-bye with a smile
left parting gift to yesters
I am my own oracle
will heed the call
be on my way
travel light
alone

Eor your maker I wanted to care
thought I saw strength
and eyes that can see
meaningful things
but the oracle
ordained no
not here
no way

Told me the strength was not rooted
voices trailed to soundless echoes
someone was still searching
on a journey in seascape
listening to white noise
looking for music
in sea shells
now dried

I had stopped a while to watch the sunshine
garlanded flowers and looking for silver
in my brown eyes despite dark skies
as on starry nights storms howls
softly whispering warnings
of the lyrics of sprites
so I bade goodbye
with my smile
prayers and
a gentle
touch
ciao

A thousand flightless messages
silken dressed and translucently disrobed
run akimbo down the gallows
fated to their demise in meaningless tombs
to show is to hide in haze
that the lady sings the blues from longings
perchance breezed promenades
and strolled two steps with the lounge lizards
who know Monte Carlo and Rainiers
and tales of high life and dinners at Saint-Tropez
my dear meet Monsieur Robespierre
and learn the way the mind moves with the winds
now a thousand flightless messages
sing the blues from pastel faces and unloved peasants
my visit was years and moons ago
my heart was somewhere else while my eyes saw seventies
do get over me it was never us and them

I have read the book
a thousand times and more
inside out back to front and then again
I sat and passed the test
I was a 'summa *** laude'
I graduated and moved on
broadened my horizon
I look back and see them
struggling with the same book
day in day out morning noon and night
can't help feeling sorry for them
their struggles are ongoing
they are bottom class
and by the looks of things
they never seem to get anything right
they just repeat and repeat and repeat
confirming that some never learn
and will never know how Void
relates to Diminishing Returns
or how sound morality relates
to neurosis and psychosis
or how balance relates to imbalance
or on a final esoteric level
God is the final and true Arbiter
and He has already dealt with the
revolution of Lucifer and his demons

Was not born with the thieving eyes
or to run the common ground
wanting because others have it too
from youth its earn to have from sweat
deserve the fruits you sowed and tilled
not go wanting what is not yours

Merit  is the message hammered home
for there's dignity in the fruits of your mind
use it well and wisely and know to earn your dues
in honest toil and untroubled dreams you stay
there is calm and peace in the un-offending soul
finding your respect within stainless attainment

Be real and true to yourself and your dealings
to envy is to scold providence and still growth
for the child in you takes governance in indulgence
and will find company with wayward influencers
to chase wants and feed the avaricious demons
thus birthing the night creepers who covert others gain

By Merit you earn and gain to prosper and fare well
in company or crowd you stand and can meet all eyes
a mind buoyed in lifting achievements and job well done
not mired in the fears of thieves and the contempt's of kith
neither hold the dark minds that bleeds pain and guilt
be that person that others wish such qualities they have

Yes!
I imagine their type
of prime bonehead waits
five years to make a move
after all
their raison d'etre
has always been to minimise
black talent and plunder them
so its
not surprising
its taking thirty years plus to
figure out truth sincerity & Genuity
These are unknown qualities in Red World

the sacred Isle ruled the waves
then plundered and looted from Benin to China
from Egypt to Greece they took and even Rayleigh craved

Men, women, artifacts, gold silver, diamonds
all come back to our motherland to stay
nothing wrong with that, its all our birthright

A union was agreed between nations around
in opaques agreement lets pool everything and share
we move as one and live in peace and prosperity together

years down the line with all working well
the Isle said we want out we are not getting enough
we can go our own way and get a lot more without sharing

let us not be so selfish says some thinkers
we want out says the people cause we don't like sharing
lets go our way and take and sell to the whole wide world

they say I am greedy because some old man wore a coral crown
and owned the marshes he had lived from 1845 with his brood
no one went to sea to rob another or took taxes from people

the coral crown family all worked day and night
doctors, lawyers, surveyors, civil servants even nurses serving others
never took or asked from State to survive or wore any coral crown

came the wordsmiths and experts in Acquisition international
who wrote the book on Greed and taking from every known place
either by war, treats, bribery or just plain **** chicanery

yes, yes, this renowned Magpies hollered, you are greedy
it will cost you arms and legs, it will cost you all you hold dear
we say you are greedy and that's all, we hear no protest, no mercy

in simple minds logic and reasoning is not to be found
my coral crown old man did not fight to take land or wealth
did not sit in chambers gilded demanding taxes from no one

they moved from the hinterlands in droves led by him
to the coastal areas ****** land, where the marshes were wild
they cultivated and settled after years of exodus, perils and trials

he toiled hard and managed, created communities living in peace
ruled with wisdom and grace and looked after his people
killed no one for gain nor took land or property from any one

Ignore the difference between old man Coral and your own crowns
ignore the truths that shows there's no comparisons whatsoever
listen to the Experts on Greed. they have declared I am greedy
historically and now this Experts must be right, they invented Greed and Rights.........

Oh come help us Slave-traders children
do please come help us do
a bad black man has taken our house
and living in our land he is
our young are starving and we're stealing
cause we're too poor to work
we can't cast the bad black man in chains
or just throw him over board
so we just have to do his head in from afar
we call it psyche warfare
he's taking our money and eating our food
and swaggering about
please come and help us one and all
afore he eats our fish an chips

The Offence finder lame conjurers are busy
blowing fantasies from their continuous back arses
in their claws puppet strings attached to something missing
say they're watching a circus quite obviously their brains' in crisis
for the only circus in town is a bunch of deluded peasants in a tizzy
truancy excess tea an bacon butties had made them brainless an crazy

Again and again we go wittering and faffing
about the place
posing and posturing like those plastic dummies
at the arcade
wasting delusions built on illusions fabricated
in glossy white lies
we knew he was a quiet decent man that kept
pretty much to himself
a steady blameless character with no stains
or secrets hidden
we thought removing the wife would have
finished him off
then just lean on him enough to drive him
running to his origins
we are crooks and gangsters and we know
how to silence pain-in-the-*****
we are mobbing him and harassing the hell
outta the bloke
we have isolated him and assassinated his character
and crucified the **** outta him
some plonkers saying they are driving him paranoid
you need fear to induce psychosis
or guilt's, insecurities, inadequacies or a lack of self-belief
or confidence to induce paranoia
****** man is a walking saint, we had to create the smears
and lay it on thick, yet Teflon still smiling
we nave done more then enough that would have
made ten men take their lives
we cannot and must not agree that a clear and blameless
conscience holds no guilt or worries
why is it always us crooks, liars, **** and narcissistic
psychos that's always suffering
always the pathetic sados doing all the ***** nasty work
life's not ****** fair......ahhaaaaaa

when solid truth accost their faces
leaving  vivid double pastings in pink
and firstly glowing the reddening of shamed burning cheeks
comes the white-washed sermon of the born poltroons
its the blushes made by the wintry winds on our pale complexions
they lie to themselves
as if we do not see the truckloads of insecurities
and body full of inadequacies
they carry around in plain sight
some wits laughs
that
that they probably blend in with the snow
and in hiding their vapid and vacuously depraved entities
conned the phrase
as pure as the driven snow
some things are not even worth dignifying with contempt
in my land I do not fight and steal from travellers
and blame my shamed burning faces on the winter cold
or invent tales about a greedy pig stealing food from my child
I have the abilities to earn or make
all I need without rancour or shame

Now
I would be intelligent enough
to know and take on board
that enough is known about him
to know conclusively
that such is not susceptible to doubts
or woolly headedness
or the petty insecurities of superficials'
its not like he a thief who robs his neighbours
or some gang-member betrothed to the dictates
of some Mob dons
or some useful idiots not confident enough to know better
or some weak characters easily coerced
or those with secrets straightjacketed into compliance
or the simple followers who go just follow or go with crowds
or the narcissists and psychos in constant needs of narc fixes
or the pathetic haters who hate to live
or the underachievers riddled with self-loathing
so the intelligent observers
will surely know that some people
are centred balanced and assured enough to know their own mind
and trust their own judgements and convictions
it appears though that there are these people
who cannot comprehend this
but then
how can the insecures' riddled with doubts and insecurities
even begin to contemplate this
they only have their own yardsticks to go by
its the way their cookie crumbles

Okay okay okay
the frogs are mad
they are as mad as a box of frogs
Down in Pond life the great lie had been revealed
what a dark day it was
what a mega awful awakening
all hopes shattered in Frogsville-on-the-Lie

They the mad frogs
have finally discovered
none of them, not even a single one
will ever meet a Princess much less be kissed
and turn into a handsome Prince
it was all a big lie
Frogs can never morph into a handsome Prince

As if life wasn't bad enough
in Pond Life and Gutters Square
where the Toads are always toadying
only to turn around and stab fellow frog in the back
the sleek green ones call the red frogs poisonous
and all kinds of chicanry hops about
they are all as mad as frogs in a box

They all lie like no tomorrow
the call tomorrow yesterday
and yesterday tomorrow or the day last week
they hop in boxes and out of boxes
but more than anything else they now hate Princes
**** all princes, destroy them, ruin their lives
Princes have stolen our birthright and mock us



https://youtu.be/zQXxvZ7fRQY

And so
as millions of other right thinking people
I am so privileged

Privileged enough to gather my wits and
know you have to study hard for a professional career

Privileged enough to aspire, face challenges
and make sacrifices and forego some comforts to attain my goals

Privileged enough to respect myself and
strive for personal and financial independence unburdened to no one

Privileged enough to chose sensible choices
and reject any criminality, unhealthy influences or bad companies

Privileged enough to appreciate that to be responsible
and respected means eschewing responsible and respectable deeds

Privileged enough to learn, listen and seek wise
counsel and guidance when necessary for no one knows all things

Privileged enough to cultivate good manners
kindness, understanding, consideration for other fellow humans

Privileged enough to always seek and radiate positivity
for goodness begets goodness and gratitude is self-affirming

Privileged enough to grow a personality that is warm
embracing, caring, honest, generous, sensible, intelligent and brave

Privileged enough to be able to stand up for myself
be assertive when required and courageous enough to meet challenges

So when common criminals and racist dysfunctional gangsters vowed to me, because I dared to stand up to them, that, they would
"make the rest of my life unbearably difficult and a living hell "
because I come from a privileged background

I had the privilege of knowing that these ignorant prejudiced narcissists, raving psychopaths and their two-bit leftist militant
ideologues, as expected lacking sensibilities or pragmatism,
definitely do not even know
WHAT PRIVILEGE MEANS

But then  dear people, I forgot, they have WHITE PRIVILEGE
They can do as they please....The world is their rotten oyster....



https://youtu.be/Qf0vf6eV6JE

Truly.........
the charisma
beguiles and challenges them
truly the sublime force is too irresistible
in attraction and confusion they fake faux condemnation
and in awe the artificialities of superficiality offers sanguine solace
as dim counterfeit pundits give counterfeit commentaries
for who dares say this is one like no other
when to be real is a crime per se
wow! that charisma
truly..........


Truly..........
his charisma
exceedingly shades all others
no one and nothing compares we know
God threw the mould away after making him
cry me a river and build that bridge over troubled waters
for a David walks head and shoulder above most
in truth we see his light but lie we must
when passion voltage overwhelms
its ebb is the afterglow
we live to die
truly.........

when the pained hidden cowards
can stand face to face
and croak their dirges
then perhaps I'll know
what pain and sorrow I carry
and what tears I should be shedding
but belly crawling in mud and dirt
and squeaking in dank caves and under stones
all I hear is their sorrows pains and anguish
coated in the frustrations of born cowards
neither adequate nor capable of owning their convictions
or courageous to be who or what they are in the light of show
shame owns them and confidence and self-assurance never present
I am what I am and do what I do in full glare of the brightest sky sun
the fearful cowards recoil in smelting shadows wishing they are like me
and knowing they could never be
they have always belonged in the background
the weak and wounded are never going to lead the parade
in their faceless grumbles and aspersions you pick the degrees
of their worthlessness and the angsts that condemns them to hide
and hide and hide and hide

Bang on cue, minions slither and seeth
same ole, same ole, predictability of the stunted
volume speaks volume as delusions entrenches
We are fixated don't shatter our morbid trances

The lions of Jada Pinkett not those of Judah
the producers of demented illusions from Studio Z
We don't deal in truths and reality, we wrinkle too quickly
Reality ages us, let just make it up as we go along

We need the miseries of those we envy to feed on
forget the cut price botox it does nothing for our falling faces
We can't even get earth shattering ******* from our duds
to lift our moods, so in our minds we own your dolphin

What are we going to do with our miseries and mediocrity
That strong small herculian dark hero, ******* in chains
as we pleasure and play with that renowned mahogany sword  
is a fantasy that blows our minds and satiates us real good

Scripting an Eastern Love interest we are thwarting is so ******
How dare ruin our fantasies and remind us  we are deluded
We can't accept all our combined efforts and dramatics
Not to mention our gullible menfolks who skip and hop to our biddings

As we tease and rile them to hatred for that swoony stallion.
Please keep your truth to yourself.
It won't stop us, reality and truth annoys us, we need our chained beast with that wonder mahogany sword
Oh that fierce passion, that unleashed weapon in our control
Just the thought makes us moist already....ohooo...ohooo..ohhoo

Driving wedges is mostly done
by carpenters
so why did the Holy man
whose early career was being
a humble carpenter
preached that love all humans
as you would yourself
the only wedges he knew about
were wooden ones
for woodcraft not to divide people