Oh Great Downers
send forth the blandness of Qpaques'
in all their doomed glory
so they can shine the sagacity of their torments
and plant their seeds of sorrows and discontents

Ye transparencies of clouds
In swirling mists of disengagements
gulping sour rancid milk
your banes of inner strife simmers and bubbles
come hither to spew the fetid bile of crated foams

Oh spooks of Lilies
rain down your spoons and paddles
hark the whispering oracles
let thin lips chew the innards of dishonour and spite
and blanched forecasts are grilled in wasted fantasies

Astray in demi-Eden

Paradise lost in lost paradise

mirage words from hungry mouths

feed distractions to free the waned souls

hide your miseries in rhyme less sonnet prose

shatter thine  looking glasses to obscure glazed cowards

wring your incantations from scalped hearts laid bloodless

your obituaries of scorns litter your alleys but ghosts are hooded

as they bawl requiems for the living and groan dirges in rays of Light

the dry saplings wither

scorched by knowledge

vainglorious prophets

read the books of Baal

collecting blood tithes

in axis of the ******

they all rage in unison

lost spawns of chalks

talking heads no eyes

hailing freedom in chains

the debtors of depravities united

suckling rancid milk as they devour themselves

shaded openly in the belching orifices of wastrels wounded

grinding tomorrows into dusts and leaving ashes for their legacies

Its like watching my uneducated servant
from the village
saying he was going to teach Shakespeare's
works to me
I am an Honours English graduate
my servant has never been to school
who has lost it here
and urgently needs mental tuning and rehabilitation
but we know the afflicted always lack
insight
and are always fixated on things imagined

Lets provide a platform for the lame
damaged minds in agitated arousals
much like a cushion room for them
venting ranting lashing at their disposals

A release for mental cripples in throes
a wholesome balanced target as distraction
to help them soak up their pains as a foe
a daily momentary drug to offer relaxation

The sick twisted minds that lacks fulfilment
craving to share their miseries and stresses
what better than a lucid mind in full requirement
who bears the light and grace with born blesses

So lets be pure honey that attracts the ants
offering thanks in sacrifice its them not us
walk in self loathing hate an envy not our wants
rather the paragon extraordinaire than mad runts

Here, rant rage lash out vent and satiate your hate
you need outlets to placate the burning savagery within
the insecurities, the inadequacies the fears you eat
a target is not your victim but a therapist absolving your sins

When the core is formidable and centred
and radiates in positive glow
what fears the livened spirit in tempest foul
or the ravages of  sop barbarians
whilst the weak and dense posture inanely
seeking recourse in peacocks swirls
smearing and mudslinging in fore resorts
of cowards and belly crawlers
As David we stand head and shoulders above
tis not of vacuous brawn
but the princely orator who voiced the words
and vividly stride the strides
we are worthy of who we are in light or dark
my name maketh me not
manner maketh man and I maketh my name
I am my centre that holds
and will till ever know who and what I am
in rancour and frothing bile
in heated envy and jealousy
in demeaning soiled pettiness
in jaw clenching perturbance
in immature cantankerous haze
in the blinding fury of simpletons
in the galling acidic stupors of fools
you you and you know who and what I am...too

Hello Clone
my dear old friend
you've pleaded again for my help
you've said 'speak up for me, speak up for you'
but Cloney this is about you and very little about me
yes, we look alike and sound alike
maybe walk alike and smile alike
but in all honesty
that's about it

You know right from the start
there were three of us
there's me
there's you Cloney
and there's them East End Gangsters and their flying monkeys
or the duped Useful Idiots, as some would call them
them gangsters and extortionist made you up Cloney
I just sat and watched, you Clone is who they dipped in the ****

Don't get me wrong, I am empathic and do see and know
how wrong, unjust, unfair and evil all these narcissistic psychos
are doing
but I have always given criminals and sad sick evil finks
a very wide berth so I do not their ways, style or even their language
scums, slimes, spivs, chancers, thieves, bullies, and gangsters don't impress me much, neither do ignorant weak useful idiots
we all live in different worlds

Clone I know they made you up
or 'fitted you up' as they put it in their street parlance
they've been throwing mud at you, character assassination
slander, defamation, misinformation and misrepresentation
discrediting you, degradation and trying to humiliate you
all because of their guilt and shame

They were criminals who stole from me and I stood up to them
they know they were caught bang to rights and they are guilty
they live in shame, disgrace and fear
they just have never been able to rest easy
so they need to bluff, intimidate, discredit and spread their miseries
they say 'attack is the best form of defence
its the criminals' way of life, its how they live, its what they do

So Clone, I'm sorry at what they're doing to you
I have watched all this wishing I could help in some way
despite it all being very close to me I have managed to keep at arms length
these're  pathetic contemptible people with nothing going for them
there's really no comparisons between me and pond dwellers

I've never been the lowlife that steals from my neighbour
never been an alcoholic druggie needing to steal to buy drugs
or thieving frustrated ******* trying to sell their bodies to the black man next door
like I stated, its a life or world I know little about
and that drives them into volcanic rages  
you Clone have been selected as sacrificial lamb at the altar
of Pond life, Crooks, Guttersnipes, the Displaced and Vulgarism
all I can do is pray for you
and fight my boredom

Hear the sonorous whimpers of faded dragons
groaning the last breath gasps of fallen might
and from extinct inglorious days
hear now the bitter last hurrays' of the ******
in acrimony they wail like a coeliac new born
tis the dampened pained roars of wounded beasts
tis the infused grumblings of cantankerous old codgers
tis the frustrated drivels of angst ridden underachievers
tis the mad morbid utterances of daggle of caged psychopaths
tis the snivelling moronic backchats of a hackle of prized cowards
tis pent-up furies and irate emotional disparages of unsatisfied wives
tis the hot latent lamentations of morose taciturn misery-guts
tis the narcissistic forage of the despoiled academician
whose diseased beast within syringed narco-fixes
in the noises of  hallowed codswallops
tis the dumb mutterings of idiots
tis the inane jabbering runts
tis the anodyne venting
of ghouls and ghosts
the wailing noises
of cultists coerced
and chained in
rebellious
hope

Know them
Know their objectives
Know their modus operandi
Factor in fanaticism of the insanes

Result

Expected effects nullified
No undue emotional responses raised
Rope -a- dope strategy working
a treat.
.
Laugh at absurdity
Pity ignorance
Pity their pointless antics
and acute delusions

oh...how they ran and hopped
and they jumped and they sprinted
and they bicycled and they biked
and they smiled and they groaned
and they stood and they waited
and they watched and they called
and they planned and they plotted
and they huffed and they puffed

and they huffed and they puffed
and they huffed and they puffed

all for nothing but make believe
all for nothing but some make believe

and some he saw and laughed
and some too anodyne to register

and some too foolish to be stupid
and some too stupid to be foolish

and they go round and round
in the empty spaces in their heads
in the blind hatred in their heartless
in their fields of sheeps and pigs

and he laughed
and he laughed

Much ado about nothing
much ado about nothing
much ado about nothing

I am proud of you ***
well done so far
I knew from the start you're smart enough to handle this
listen its about survival
self preservation, looking after Numéro une
you didn't travel three thousand miles to be any ones fool
No siree, its about survival and making the best of things
we know what's in store, we know how the cookies crumbles
and we know sometimes, if not most times you bend with the winds
and with Conscription
there's little choice but, Yes I'm in
yes, it pains your heart and the guilt hurt
but you're smart and strong and know you can't play
Conscientious Objector
its not like you don't have enough on your plate just surviving
against all the other odds
we all know the score and what dissention will bring
Do you know that Steve who is the most capable grounded man I know
shook his head in dismay
and I can still see his eyes well up as he uttered
Its bigger than both of us
So ***, I know its not about you or how you really feel
its about contrivance, acceptance, benefits, peace and limited freedom
its about the right to survive within the chains
to feel human and reasonably alive
Bonne chance  et bon courage and all that jazz, mon ami !!!

Some know
Some do not know
Some know just a little
Some know just enough
Some know a bit too much

But knowing is not knowing
For what is known is not known
As knowing is knowing that knowns are unknown
And knowing unknowns is knowing that knowns are unknowns
for unknowns are known only by knowing that unknowns are known
And it is knowing that knowns are known unknowns but knowns
That the unknowns become the unknowing unknowns knowns

Is it faith

is it fate. is it fated

Is it fated faith

What do you know

As sure as Day...really!
Your day is night somewhere else
Taxes....sure a certainty...but an ephemeral institutionalized paper trail
Death...yes, gone forever to you, but how do you know
Might be living elsewhere unknown to you and I

So know that knowns are unknown
The truth is out there somewhere....unknown but known

Remember your truth is you...are you known but unknown

Tanked on coffee tea and ******
Prozac and Seroxat in daily rounds
all team players in the mating game
as done down West side
at White City ground
for love is a political affair in their rule
highest bidder gets the star player
for at least five years two years option
come learn the tactics
see the state of play
they weaponize love into a war zone
men are from Mars women from Venus
forget real emotions
what is commitment
oh! in love, yah! whatever that means
I don't even know me much less you
ain't it just a contract
with a release clause
Madonna says we are emotionally stunted
what does she knows but men with big *****
what do you mean real honest emotions
there's pints and footie
there's vibratos and toys
there's the drunken fumble on Saturday nights
listen its a whole new ball game these days
we've got highest divorce rate
most of our men like other men
we hate real men who know what and who they are
and you know what
our lying Politicians have taught the women to hate them too
we don't have the maturity
for real honest relationships
why should those that do be allowed to show us up and be happy
for us, love is a battle field like football where you pass around
score and make *******
its all tactics, dribble. pass, score and move on to the next game
don't talk to me about real honest sweet sincere emotions
its not even like we have big *****

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

The idea came in a flash
or so it seemed
see how from rays filled morns
to dusky fetching nightfall's
there are hordes cursed to see nowt
but the bad and woeful sides of life
with minds that claims gutters as homes

Entertaining in cesspits
bathing in slurries and muds
like mud larks and swine's
the first class losers of our times
entombed in the cacophony of gain less disarray
the dead minds of the mindless
resurrected in the damaged and afflicted
hoping with *****'s staffs and cloth in cowards rags
baying negativities and woebegone
from here to kingdom gone

So the idea came in a flash
its the age herds and lemmings
drinking at the Serengeti of neurotics
so lets create an instagram account
welcoming lepers and basement moaners
come ye cowards and sados
narcissists and sadists needed
loonies slack jawed dribblers and tin heads
soap-dodgers and undatables all welcome
this is your nirvana
your ancestorial sewage disposal bin
hashtag
Losers will hate

And so it took the peasants from the town of Muppetsomia
them air-heads, fools, buffoons, dopes, manics and lumps
two scores and a ten years to grasp the concept of subtlety
but alas too late, as all they do is always so lame and *******

Please pardon them for all they know are fellow Muppettians
in trailer trash community where idiocy is inherent in everyone
and by Jove, they do get riled and agitated when they see strangers
for they can never understand that others do not think like them

The Muppettians shout scream all day saying ******* they only know
they say they are planting seeds to grow in Muppettians minds
because they were brought up on dud seeds planted from birth
and the idea of anybody having a mind of their own is meaningless

And so it took the peasants from the town of Muppetsomia
them air-heads, fools, buffoons, dopes, manics and lumps
two scores and a ten years to grasp the concept of subtlety
but alas too late, as all they do is always so lame and *******

I laugh at their torture
and stick out my tongue at them with disdain
the crooked and the witless in union with the psychotics
and the plain ******* easily brought and gangroped
day in day out they riled and raged inhaling and exhaling toxicity
their aim to destroy, a contract to drive their Target to death,
to commit suicide or any other violent action because of the fact that they have been tortured and harassed

These are racist Criminals who I stood up to
I was not intimidated, they labeled me a snitch & threatened vengeance, I am to be eliminated as a final solution
If I die I die a free man, not a coward in the pocket of the mob

“Gang stalking is not only a secret investigation. Gang stalking is designed as a systematic form of control that is designed to destroy an individual’s life.

The aim is to control every aspect of the life of the individuals chosen as their targets. The secret investigation tries to take the command, just like a brain virus does.

All too soon the victim finds out that he or she doesn’t have anymore a real control on his or her own life: friends the victim thought of as reliable disappear; the family that the victim relied on is no more a support. Colleagues, neighbours, partners and many other people who were considered trustworthy, disappear in a similar way. What happen to these people? Stalkers get their collaboration by imploring, menacing, deceiving, corrupting and blackmailing them. The final result is that the network the victim relied on doesn’t longer exist. In this way, the victim finds himself or herself completely alone.

So I am alone but at least not a cheap **** disgraced criminal
I am still standing and will do so for as long as My Creator ordains
gang-stalk my contempt
continue as you're doing
we know in london, you don't use knees m you do it covertly

They live in ridiculous repartee
after graduating with dishonour from Blind Alley lane
with a Degree in Quack Hacks
majoring in The Doomsdays Book
their favourite write is
Make it up as you go along
and their watering hole is The Fools Paradise
and the jive to Elvis's Hound dogs
and bogey to Simple Minds
they have asinine answers for questions
and asinine questions for answers
the retorts of **** carrying **** rebuttals as they do
They live in ridiculous repartee our witless hackers
the backroom messengers of Fleet gutters
and Mama Pigs' Tonton Macoute
engaging farts in ridiculous repartees

its easier to create chaos and destroy excellence
than to learn and grow oneself to the standard seen
its easier to mouth off and be a stinking bully
than accept that we all have different talents
its easier to hide behind a screen mired in our inadequacies
than accept that we are so evidently lacking in so many ways
its easier to be envious and jealous of those that shine
than attempt to improve ourselves and thus obtain self worth
its definitely easier to push some aspirant down deviously
and than spout a tirade about them falling down so easily
and its absolutely easier to identify a louse and an *******
because of their insignificance and the contemptible ******* they write

It is commonly known
That THEY CAN NEVER KEEP IT REAL
from the most powerful man in the world
publicly revealed as ' a racist, a con-man and a cheat'
to the ***** scroungers and thieves in Bow, East London
it's inherited common traits in all of them from low to high

History holds a million tales
of, their LIES, DECEIT, THEFTS, HATE and VIOLENCE
Crooks, chancers, unscrupulous merchants blazing false trails
Conning and stupefying, misappropriating, stealing and looting
Sowing lies and discontents, dividing and ruling in murky fashion
without a pang of conscience they steal and destroy with a pale smile

With glib sharp tongues and dead eyes
and SOULLESS, IMMORAL, AMORAL, DEVIOUS and RUTHLESS
they manipulate, cajole, dance with satan and would sell their mums
as long as they have control, all elses are below and there're profits in
It's all about them and the world and all in it was made to serve them
because they know how to LIE. CON, HATE, STEAL, ****, FOOL
and
NEVER KEEP IT REAL

Hartlepool
red down
boo hoo....

Bespoke embroidered trimmings of white laces
the haughty malice of shunned tattered petticoats
flounced in tempestuous rage the fear of exposure
glimpses of shaming pox and stinking boils underneath
for the soft fleece snow must glint pristine and picturesque
the spotless carpet over the quagmire of mucky dirt beneath

Murderous intentions tailored by dire skilled crafts
exacting measurements truncated to be fitted as a kipper
in mills and ivory towers damasks and brocade in silk and satin
laid down, trampled, stained distressed and ripped into sackcloth
in honeyed voices painted faces murdered fabrics in deceitful ways
in white petticoats embattled none gets a peak past the décolletage

Perchance molls find honour in stark dishonour
for when purity and innocence was lost and nakedness sin
the tale spoke that leaves turned covers and Eve blazed trails
the forked tongues of serpents ring out all lands here and yonder
remember He that spake the truth was strung up on Roman wood
what chance have you Kaffir daring to reject and expose the malignant tumors of the Pearls of Lucifer in Janet Reger's petticoats

The DOUBTS of racist thieves and Extortioners
are Nothing but the DUMB doubts
of racist thieves and Extortioners
piping hot turds from lepers
shamed sub-human jivers
screeching dud ghosts
trying to anesthetize
pained open sores
hurting like hell
hoods' turmoil
gangster *******
hoods' fantasists
tools, knobs and
simpletons

What would their lives be without an outlet
for their frustrations
what would they do without an ogre to frighten
their unused insipid minds
what would they find in commonality aside the miseries
of nine to five and the monotony of dross
what would fire their hedonistic fantasies and juice them up
but the bbc and visions of rampant lust *******
badger baiting is great entertainment for barbarian in concrete hell
and anyway,  running fools' errands is good exercise for fools

A snake that you can see
does not bite
and when the music changes
so does the dance
but if you close your eyes
then you will learn
through accidents
A wise man never knows all
only a fool knows everything

The alchemists from the swinging Alps
with all the answers but none as unreal as daft
decided they were figuring out in fits and busts
what the jewels were in the bemused crown
we will open up the mind and turn inside out
then mix and brew an inferior copy fit for use

A sage looked and thought no need for a penny
your thoughts hangs on a pole in the square
you play bad for good in plots and plans
so henceforth do give fools an errand for a chase
and watch as you walk the maze you yourself created

Do not show the knowing of the know
for the unwashed awaits to trawl in mud
wear the mask of the silent dancer and draw them out
dance the dance and show them the steps in two
see the hounds following the seen unseen scented trials
of which we want them, as controllers controlled.

for its better the campers spits outside
and leave their slugs for the blinds to swallow
than sing your song of truth for knaves to haze
watch the troops marching to Tipperary as an Irish joke
in oppositions of nothings becomes alchemists errands

Going backwards to forward
singing heard from silent music bland
a symphony written by frustrated orchestras
song sheets for the blind with notes set in invisible fonts
by the voice from the cave for civilized beggars in alms houses
to soothe broken minds and malignant bodies
elixir to  impaired ghosts afraid of ghosts
bed-time fables of sans heroic cowards
designer putty ***** lots seasoned
the osmosis of feral ignorance
juvenile anti Neoliberalism
on Jarrow marches we are
the old money killers
punch drunk, saps
agitators, thugs
today's jokers
cannot see
the joke
is You
you
you

Mental this, mental that, metal mental burning
unloved, lonely, no purpse, futility et al
nightmare, betray, in deep **** of lost at sea
an on and on the spew run rancid in familiar gutter
Know what, mon amis of the tongues of hell
its simply this
the problems are all yours
Hey! I did not humiliate myself by breaking and stealing
I did not disgrace myself and my clan by burglarizing a neighbor
I was not the drunkard workshy white **** who had ears bent
yeah! the truth hurts like hell, no one had the guts to call you out
no one told you, you're a disgrace and an affront to civilized society
Yeah it hurt you, got under your white skin, drove you insane
So now tell me
you got your gang,
its your manor
the truth skins you alive
opened you raw, the pain has seared your mind
You crave blood, you crave revenge, your humiliation burns
how can you hurt me
I ain't no drunken thief, I ain't no house breaking white trash
you sit with gangs of scums and your paid vigilantes
throw great big lumps of mud, you harass and try to torment
you assassinate character, you sabotage and destroy
do you feel better, it does't erase what you are
and
I am still standing, still laughing, still alive and well
and your humiliation clings to you and yours
and when your demoralizing gangs sing their songs of woe
I laugh, and laugh again and again
because you're all CONTEMPTIBLE S
and contemptibles are contemptibles
No worth, no value
nothing you or your gangs present means anything
shamed, humiliated disgraced contemptible scums
No worth, No value
lowest of the
LOW!!

They call the winners losers
because they just didn't have a chance of ever winning
so its unfair to be a winner
as there are more losers and only a certain number of winners
so its wrong democratically
To be a winner who has more qualities than all the losers combined
we believe in Democracy
No we're talent-less, envious, under-achievers, twisted, jealous
resentful, lazy, weak, unambitious, nanny-ed, narrow-minded
bigoted, prejudiced, blame-gaming, ignorant, vapid, vacuous
belly-aching, jaundiced, hedonistic, spoilt, vandalistic, immature
indulgent, petty, lying, selfish, wrongly opinionated, pretentious
neurotic, back-stabbing, underhanded, bullying, discriminatory
self-serving, hypocritical, narcissistic, chavistic, deluded and depressed sourpusses this side of the world
Hey, we have Democracy and the best sense of Humour
God knows we need it..........hahaha   hahaha

He stands head and shoulder above
as the puppets faff and mess around
displaying the vacuousity of basic limitation
and the malfunctioning of reasoned comprehension
they spluttered in ignorance and vapid consternations
looking at that David of a man
who glaring stands head and shoulder above our vacuous puppets
look, the puppets hollered and shrieked
he's dead, he's a dummy, he's got major problems and he's in pain
we know this for sure
cause, look at him
he has no strings attached to him
he's strange, he's not like us
come puppets, let's celebrate our connections

Limp. limp, limp
limp in mind, limp in body, limp in heart and soul
semblance, only semblance, no real essence, no core
follow the crowd, do as they do, be a good **** sheep
so live in fear, never real, forever dreading you'd get found out
eat the same, do the same, think the same and fall in line just the same

Confident, sell assured
self possessed, smart, intelligent, diligent, cool and calm
listen, learn, reflective, self-aware and conscious, yet humble
own your mind, think deeply, always learn to see the bigger picture
positive, open, considerate, fair and balanced recognizing limitations
make allowances when necessary, know good virtue its own reward

Floppy people, floppy minds
ride on thee vagaries of ignorance and complexes
left with base thoughts and askew ideals and wanton notions
befuddled lives in circumspect pools swim with malice so undressed
mire in dishonor, undignified and blinded, hedonistic slaves in chains
flopping in all endeavors, yet vainglorious in shame cos its the majority.............

When we finish with you
you won't know who you are..........

Hey, Mr and Mrs Salt  of the Earth
of Majority Wins Avenue, Socialist Estate
Wigan and George Orwell Park
Red City London

do you want to hear something
please give me a bit of your time

I know I am not a white thief
I don't go breaking into my neighbour's house
and stealing from them

I know I am not a drunkard
begging borrowing and stealing
so I can get wasted and drunk again

I know i am not a liar or bands of liars
who go around destroying innocents reputation
slandering and vilifying to cover my tracks

I know I am not an envious jealousy ridden inadequate
throwing mud and obnoxious falsehoods to damage
an innocent person good name and character

I know I am not a psychotic sadist degenerate
getting neurotic satisfaction from causing pain
and distress to another

I know I am not a weakling and a lily-livered coward
a back-stabber and a faceless ***** who is an anodyne
bully incapable of face to face confrontation

I know I am not a shriveling gutless wimpy poltroon
hiding in a gang of samenesses  engaging in a shameless
war against one man

I know I am not an uneducated or semi-illiterate half-wit
riddled with ignorance, prejudices, bigotry and ill-thoughts
notion without rational validation

I know I am not a wanton hedonist who is unable to resist
satisfying lust or seeking pleasures regardless of more
pressing responsibilities

I know I am not a two faced hypocrite, a fraudster or cheat
who misappropriated and behaves without conscience or
considerations about others

I know I am not a cheap, small minded, vengeful, hateful
and irrational follower who joins other like-minded fools
in a unjust and unfair actions and deeds

I know I am not a wicked, perverse, heartless, soulless, cold
and pitiless damaged human who acts without measure,
compassion or due consideration

I know I am not a sneaky, conniving, twisted, disingenuous
sadistic, cowardly conspiratorial plotter who acts with others
of same kith to cause hardship, pain, sufferings to another human
unnecessarily

I do know That I believe in hard work and earning a living honestly and when I had the opportunity that was what I did
I did not steal from anyone and then blame my bad choices
on them

I do know that I treated everyone I came into contact with
or related with fairly, on merit, without prejudice, sincerely, honestly and with due respect, except if they are house burgling
drunkard, wastrels, anti-social and Racists neighbours.


So dear Mr  and Mrs Salt of the Earth, friends and Defenders
of Crooks, Burglars and All with nefarious activities, wrong-doers and the Shameless

I do know at least that I am not any of the noted above, if this
thus mean exclusion from your Union and banishment from life,
I accept my sentence..........  

I thank you for reading


P.S.  Please feel free to come and **** what's left of ME!!

He talked back too
and they did nail him
for you must know in the frosted souls
they are goddesses who make and unmake
fluffy cloudy serpentine tongues they control all
the handy men obeys or the gates swing shut to oats
cats power in paradise lost maids of satan have powdered faces
can steal from you and turn your own into your enemy in a jiffy
and the prize cherished are those real men of colour with aces ******
with wealth and fame at the doors they hoover in and sing love songs
but ignore wanton pale thighs or dare own wisdom you are cancelled
the pearls of the Devils who spawns and drinks the blood of others
the mothers who signs sisterhood and yet so destroys another
mother's son cause his skin is darker and he owns a mind
in the soft bosoms of creation lies the craven cobra
spitting venom and bleeding blood in and out
dare not talk back if you are un-paled
refuse to mate and unleash hell
its arrogance to refuse queens
in whiter shades of pales
the world rests on
their tongues
goddesses
who hate
ebony

Emoji crowds
emoji brains from state welfare
they think and write in emojis
no critical faculties to discern or reason
with the attention span of ants they see the world in emoji
laughable semi-illiterates trashed un education
by asians and foreigners who fill all the unis
and now take all the top posts
earning mega salaries
while our dunces play computers games and think and write
emojis
and the dweebs think others are like them
mass produced cannon fodders
relevant in their irrelevances
sound bites and emojis drunkards
planting stupidity
does anybody remembers 'Planters Nuts' yes, off course the're nuts

To **** my mind
or own my free will
you'll have to swim the seven oceans
an bow and genuflect before my fore fathers
who refused to bow or hurdle his people
for your ancestors to trade
you may own the guns and chains
your dark arts and forked tongues
and profess your white magic
but we have the hearts and the souls
and we are hued from the granite in the crucible of creation
made in the true image of the first person
who made all the others

we know the mutants
and watched as you evolved
and killed and drank blood to live
we have witnessed you as you fade
and true humanity and souls left your bodies
leaving the transparent husks
that resonates the frozen realms you hide within
as your noses narrow
to contain the serpentine flames of your reptilian genes
yours is al about destruction
as and yours deceits and falsehood is your currency
as you rampage around and adrift ****** the earth
and all the good in it