The green bicycle with the phone first sign
rode up the hill past the pink house
with the tell-tale  grey cat that runs
around the Italian Bakery who makes
bread with rainbow patterns on them.

In the cornfield a scarecrow looks on
as a little girl screamed for mama
and from the hull of a boat in the Harbour
a voice rang out shouting No No No!
then all went silent and silence ruled.

A man with a horse face walked down a straight path
carrying cheese in his shoes for lunch
and saw a rainbow in the horizon
but a little ball went flying past his head.
he muttered I don't need a cap my head is just fine
He has a beer belly and a big *****

Then three or four men came running past
heading for a midnight rendezvous
and saw a daisy chain hanging on another path
by the Green meadow a woman in grey stood
looking for number fifty to do some Art

In the corner an Arab man sang a song of betrayal
someone said can we trust again my friend
the village idiot said he has a thousand fleas in his head
a doctor walked past carrying a skeleton rattling
someone said I'll tell you all later

The town is spinning the anodynes and shysters
filling a disinterested mind that's owns scorns for lowlife
a mind too calm and positive for **** from depraves
who cares what an idiot think or watches the dance of fools
the worms really think every mind is the same
they are writing a wedge for a chasm made by the
They think they matter because they are in gangs..
I barely notice fools and cowards enslaved by psychopaths

they've had twenty five years and still can't do my head in
what a load of useless clowns and nonentities.

State education broke their necks young
they grow up spineless
and excel in video gaming
or hide behind screens
as keyboard warriors
gulping Bile Max and burghers flippers crisps
Richard Branson didn't have any O'levels
Get lost mom! leave me alone

Is white noise just plain white noise.....

Melted reasoning.......
what is a knife to a tiger
when paws and brutal canines suffices
not to mention the ferocity of powerful jaws
what are nursery Rhymes to a philosopher
or Anderson Fairy Tales to a Monk in the Abbey
where the contemplation of the high minds
dwells not on the Mundanities of fallen minds
not all songs are love songs
breezes can be hot, cold, dusty, clean, light or heavy
just as not all roads leads to Rome
repetition of the lost minds and certainty of fools
vainglorious performances of the superficiality
charlatans in rendition of vaporous noise
the banalities of hungry beasts aflamed
a gnat will gnaw at a Lions impressive frame
with no visible inkling of its presence to the king
a child will grab at water trying to clutch it in palm
only to see it dribble off leaving empty palms again
such is the fool who sits outside a synagogue daily
and heralds daily worshipers with 'Allahu Akbar'
Yes, "God is [the] greatest", mate !
but you've got your wires crossed

If the highlight of your musing is that
i am suitably unimpressed
and what's interesting is
I already know there's nothing
interesting about you

Hey!
what makes you think
Royals have the same emotions
as commoners
If they did
they would be commoners
and one thing they are not
is ordinary
or common
they don't grow on trees you know
and they know commoners
are
common
you see them everywhere
doing same old common things
and full of pettiness, envy and useless hate
whining, moaning, bleating and groaning
coarse, uncouth, base, silly and oh! so limited
conflicted affected belligerent and witless
and like the best deranged simpletons
they are good at
cutting off their noses to spite their faces
and they see slight and insults every where
'woo, ya you, wat yer looking at,
yer want some'
yeah mate
but you've got nothing to give but your brawn
and dull asinine actions
'yer, you think yer better than me'
'No Sunshine, you're proving that quite adequately
by yourselves'

Is proliferated hogwash
only the preserve of inferior souls
does inadequacy confer
eloquences of insensibilities to the
underprivileged hordes
is ignorance the bliss that allows
cracked minds to dream
in nonsensical beds while self loving
or should we perchance
accept that greatness and excellence
in sublime grace and refinement
poses enormous and beguiling
challenges to lessers'
and in benevolent spirit condone
that envy is a dangerous thing
and solely the domain
of hapless diminished warriors
in magnified puppetry
strings operated duds in anodyne moves
shadow vapid dancers
contextualized to the ******* bins

What is more glaring than the sun
what is more certain than snow in the arctic
what is darker than a monsoon night in the Kilimanjaro
what is more obvious than an elephant in a room in Manhattan
it is the
pathetic repartee of the bullies
the anodyne put-downs of losers
the sneering twist of the cowards
the reverse twist of distinction by the incapable
the sneering take on what outshines the inadequate
the dimming of the intelligence that surpasses them
the ill-masked smite that burns their envy and jealousy
the ferocious rage that rips them as they witness qualities
they can never attain or deeds far beyond them or achievements
impossible for them or talents they can never possess or acclaims
they can never derive or standards they can never attain
the surly curly lipped losers, underachievers and cheap bullies
the brick-bats throwers
the Debbie Downers
the spoilt, regressivess's
the sad immature cowards
the self loathing under-confident sub-human
You stand out a mile and you are weak and cowardly
and you live in fear
Real Talents in so many ways and in so many things have
by-passed you
distinction and excellence can never know you or come your way
You're  just a nickel and dime bully and you are easily recognizable
yadda yadda bad, yadda ******* that all you can do and be!!

Don't warble for me on your stolen concertina
your clowns lacquered in putrid red paint
can crawl to pick up giros and cheap beer from Albania
and croak freedom choruses that but taint
as full fledged members suffering from noveau mania

a million and one times I have played cupid's arena
done it with top style leaving them faint
dipped in honeypots ripe in ecstasies delivered from Africa
to leave asking is this a love god or a saint
as rhythmic passion held tight in love from Cornwall to Jamaica

what don't I know or miss with my undoubted flair
I've jumped soft hot bones danced leaving trembling hysteria
in chambers of fifty and more and each left with a cheer
roses for maidens but what gives a stallion who deserves hyacinthia
know in love and fondest thoughts you own a worthy spear

so don't cry or warble for me on your stolen concertina
been there done it with elegance and without a feint
charmed and anointed as if by the Blessed Lady of Fatima
real exceptional the being modern yet so deliciously  quaint
with the slow hands and easy touch and passion like magma

If only intelligence is contagious
just as denseness readily gains converts
and complexes become ingrained to absurdity
the absurdity of the inability to evaluate processes
the stupefying idiosyncrasies of demagogues and sheep
creating delusions seared into the unconscious traps of the unawares

formula being repetitiveness creates stress by it's anodyne constant
annoyance and emotional disability by its persistent regurgitation s
but see behind that facade and behold the pack of agitators
sad coerced participants with limited nuances and abilities
nefarious designers and the psychological damaged
becoming accelerent to imposing confidence
in just the knowledge that these such deed
confirms and compares givers statuses
unworthy displeased underlings
which in turn begs the ask
how can counterfeits
out do or stress out
original quality
made of the
finest
ever

when pigs want to have fun
they waddle into mud
and start smearing it around
its been like that from genesis
its in their blood
to wallow in and throw mud
otherwise
they stuff themselves
and steal from others
and then start mudslinging

In witless vacume
the onerous tones rages
wittering on bout withering
the plastics in ageless idiocies
pray see they themselves have found
the elixir of youth and are all adorned with ageless beauty
nay their mothers are without wrinkles
and their men are all pedos
who feed on the youngs
and worships virgins

Talk not of maturity
see not the depth of wusdom
shout no to experience seasoned
look not your contemporary but a token
and revel in meaningless drivels of the unripened
join them the superficial plastics and play with foam dolls
discount that some actually prefer maturity
the older the berry sweeter the wine
drink not to laugh at dummies
the one track mind sheep
is merely opposing
being sheepish

Wear their hat for a day and go mad
its a concept beyond my comprehension
for see as clear as day they actually get off on pain
they cook up pain to get and seek pain to **** and nibble on
all they care about is causing anguish and pain because they're ghosts

Look at their history and see sadists
its burning alleged witches alive and trial by water
then its hung, drawn and quartered then hung out in square
they chop off heads like you chop log-wood and boil in oil for fun
heartless a soulless they rampaged the world blood and death in tow

Torturing is them at primordial goriness best
oh how they love causing horrendous pain and watching
their rancid flutters and hard-ons in full throes at victims sad pain
masters of evil with sickening arrays of torture weapons and devices
from thumbscrews to slow poisons, from mechanical to psychological

Confirming they get off on pain and more pain
to me maybe others ******* should be gentle loving
our sadists on to rough and humiliation, deviant and painful
see whipping, tying up, hot wax, biting, scratching and abusing
**** sadists espouse in wanton psychosis as of their inherent nature

They speak of pain, they write of pain
love watching pain and causing pain to other humans
devoid of soul and basic humanity they pollute our world
Adrenalin junkies with dead hearts getting off evil and mindless thrills
the living dead spawns of darkness and de Sade **** blood to survive
we live in a sick world that is not all white but blood and red are same hue!

The jail for me
is the same jail for all of you
For when we start jailing
the innocent

It means all the guilty
are already in jail
But a lot of the guilty
never see the bars

Because guilt
has no bars
and
no end date

why do you sing at the fete
when all the guests have long gone
why do you dance with empty chairs
and jig with cleared tables
why do you go drinking the dregs
from remnants of empty glasses
and gorge on leftovers
meant for the bins
you say you are all at the party
and hold aloft empty wine bottles
to prove you are all having a good time
we see you are all seeking relevance and attention
and dying to be amongst the in-crowds
but your cleaners aprons
and gloved hands
has long told your story






https://youtu.be/32wDFCM7iSI

He walks in their midst
" yet never amongst them as he is not of them
they quake and shiver and then tremble shake
for before them walks he they can never be
he of the conscience they do not possess
the sighted to their plucked eyes
the voice regale to the waking deaf and dumb
the one that marries courage and bravery in holy wedlock
and can sit in the temple of wisdom that is beyond their unknowns
and in smooth charismatic glow he hauls out their innards
for in spirit he has returned them to base truth in fallacies
coated them in the shame of their lame high horses
and sang to them the hymns of the un-redeemed usurpers
and the knuckle-draggers in Levi and trainers howl in pain
while the serpents crawl around hissing in fevered furies and bile
dispensing ***** cakes and mind altering smoke screens
the rich currency of hate wrapped in jealous envelopes
back-handers and hand-jobs and calloused massages
" get him " they all invoke for there's a fire in that man
its unlike the fire that castigate our beings
its near righteous and all consuming
watch its plumes holds no hazy reflections
it shows us for what we are in hideous glare
**** the fire **** the flames for we know no truths
for to know him is to fear him
he walks in our midst
but he is not one of us "

Your anchor rusted away years ago
you drift rudderless
in a mirage of your making
seeing fishes in clouds
and acorns in corns

Be real and just face it
you really have no choice but to hate
cause if you don't you'll have to admire
and for you and where you're at in minds and status
that is just too much of an ask
your minds cannot accept someone impressive
or regard with respect or warm approval
that just makes you feel worse
about yourselves and your insignificance
its all very clear to see
so your only choice is to hate
you are enslaved to hate
its your comfort blanket
your convenient master
and the easiest thing to do
So
Be real and just face it

Its the 21st Century
In a sparkling local Hospital room
so, why would a starched professional elderly nurse
suddenly become Gonzo, or is it Animal
anyway you know, that mad drummer from the Muppets
yet there she is, twisting and turning
clashing silver lids of those pristine medical trays and bowls
creating a cacophony of dins and jarring metallic sounds
like her life depends on it

Yeah, I'll tell you why
but the story started yesterday
yours truly is on an evening walk
when I tripped on the pavement, and stagger, stagger, splat
arms flailing, remedial action impossible, man slammed on pavement
the knees took the blunt of the impact
I am crocked
limped home, knees swollen, two pain-killers, what the hell

Now it gets interesting
some may remember I am the targeted man
the smart *** who stood up to local criminals
bravely calling them out and refusing to pay protection extortion
the criminals had declared in return, we will hound you to death
character assassination, public humiliation, harassment and more
I had laughed in their odious faces, yeah! I was a mug
I was later to learn what being connected means

OK so you're now thinking
what has this got to do with our Gonzo or Animal Nurse
well. good thinking, I'll tell you what
because next day after the splat on pavement and knees mishap
I am in accident and emergency swollen knees and all
finally after a lot of knowing looks and procedural whatsnot'
I was escorted to this treatment room
and our prospective drummer soon arrived to attend to me

She asked me to take a seat
and then almost immediately started banging
the pots and pans
I watched transfixed as this modern professional person
morphed into an unruly child playing drums with mum's pans
she was at it with full gusto, slamming various medical pans
against eachother, all with an evil smirk on her face
I watched speechlessly, unable to comprehend the scene
when was the last time you saw a nurse on hippy crack

Eventually she stopped
I expected the whole annexe to come flooding in
but nobody appeared,
like I was Chapman of beloved Lennon, she stuck on plasters
flashed ***** looks at me, could barely bring herself to speak to me
finally she handed me two tablets and literally heaved me outdoors
now in the corridor another Nurse walked by
Mister she said, try not to drink till you fall over again, she said
hope your hang-over hasn't worsen, she added
and there laid the explanation for the percussion interlude

She was gone before I could reply
I don't drink, I actually don't like the taste of almost all *****
my fall was a total accident
but as I walked away it all come home to me
but wouldn't I have been reeking of *****, eyes glazed
or dulled eyes and looking worse for wear
yet there I was, bright eyed, well kempt, functioning ably
but the net-work of misinformation and disinformation
has been at work again

it was showering slightly as I limped to the bus-stop
I had experienced so much drawbacks and throwbacks from
character assassinations to even begin to mention
it has stopped amazing me that people will believe
whatever they choose to want to believe,
even without the slightest proof or evidence
and act accordingly
we are gullible, we are denser.....

It is of the ole school kind of way
no child of mine hangs out with the cowards and wastrels
call it tough love, call it what you like
but you were not born to sit in the camp of the faceless tools
the blunt axes who drink tears for wines
for as you come of age
you will stand uphill and own your mind
and when Sango shrieks his thunderous refrains
it will be to greet you not to frighten you
for it knows your forefathers from its shrine and it domain
just as you know the kind of blood
that flows through your veins
you are my son of my flesh
not a child of the lost in freedom mothers
begging love to deceive child and man
you are yours and your father's father's father
and in reasons, wisdom and harsh tones
we read you scripts and showed you ways
for you shape samplings
to grow even mighty oaks
so, call it tough love, call it what you like
we raised you to know who you are
the spirits of fortune will salute you
while grown little men weep and gnash their teeth

Yes, life can be hard with lots of struggles
sometimes there's just so much on our plate
and time and money always needing to juggle
misfortune and mishaps seeming to be our fate

Stop and see that reasonably good health is the gift
as the wise say, health is the most important thing
think of those managing cancer and other ills and fits
in pain, in fits, restrained, despire, constant suffering

Take this pills, can't eat this, don't do that, do this always
I hurt, I ache, I'm dizzy, nauseous, in pain, why, oh why
a sick cycle of helplessness, all do's and don'ts in the way
and body changing, losing vitality and weaknesses never shy

Not dead yet never fully alive, at the mercy of constant meds
a program to follow, a regime to uphold, things to avoid
worry free fun, a no, no, some can't even find a partner to wed
looks wither, minds confused, fears, doubts, everything a void

A guarded existence, tearful journeys, imprisoned by affliction
happiness constrained, moods affrayed and love tested to limits
why me always echoing and needs, wants a constant distraction
So if in good health, cherish the gift, be kind be thankful, and stay in good spirits

At the least I am not the ghost writers
preoccupied in arid pollution
wangling the biography of one we know nowt
in devoted homage to buttress all our depravities

At least I am not the indentured servants
showing like a gratified Kapos
the coerced slaves mindless of choices or free wills
used to rake smoke and breathe in pungent acidity

At least I am not the Scaramouches
fed with fables and lies unfounded
tasked with perversions to display as useful fools
the heroes of the chicken pen and ***** of the walk only

At the least I am not the renowned thimbles
begging for redemption in obedience
proving our masculinities in showy chest-puffs
posing in thuggery attesting the villainy of Sherwood forest

At least I am the edifice to the man
who walk the walk and talk the talk
staunch in the storms because truth endures
and who in all ways stands for all you can never be

for classic mind body and soul of the renaissance being
is as far from you and yours as conscience
love and humanity was to your slave trading ancestries
and some will rather die than represent slaves or victims to you
as those stolen honourable free men and women who jumped overboard did....

Lyrics
Us (us, us, us, us) and them (them, them, them, them)
And after all we're only ordinary men
Me
And you (you, you, you)
God only knows
It's not what we would choose (choose, choose) to do (to do, to do)
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died
And the general sat
And the lines on the map
Moved from side to side
Black (black, black, black)
And blue (blue, blue)
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up (up, up, up, up)
And down (down, down, down, down)
And in the end it's only round 'n round (round, round, round)
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried
"Listen son", said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside
"I mean, they're not gonna **** ya
So if you give 'em a quick short, sharp, shock
They won't do it again. Dig it?
I mean he get off lightly, 'cause I would've given him a thrashing
I only hit him once! It was only a difference of opinion, but really
I mean good manners don't cost nothing do they, eh?"
Down (down, down, down, down)
And out (out, out, out, out)
It can't be helped that there's a lot of it about
With (with, with, with), without
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way
It's a busy day
I've got things on my mind
For the want of the price
Of tea and a slice
The old man died



https://youtu.be/deU_uwlNpOo

acknowledgement ; PINK FLOYD   " Us and Them "
LyricFind
Songwriters: Richard William Wright / George Roger Waters

The secret crush that gives them flutters
irresistible and addictive living in their minds
show the image again in mushroom bloom as fingers play
shush...the guilty pleasure so strong and passionate in rhythms
stuck in them and in minds eyes the pull lingers over and under
the flutters quake and tingle delightfully yet our pen pretends
for the masters must not know that we get the buzz all the time
dolphin stories of very big waves and dips that go all the way
tender moves of this rower in cheeky raucous laughter in play
opens gates in surging torrents that wets the eyes
alas our reaches stays disguised in teasing fails
yet mornings noon's and late he haunts our minds
we are afflicted that's for sure in irresistible sins
we sing hate while we burn hot flutters
the little men can so never compare
and we but frightened petals
must do as they order us
cannot be seen showing our lust
so we say look how we oppose
in secret moistness we repose
he's in us and hot in our heads

Shift shaping in your thoughts
swamping your minds and soft hollow vases
firm and full of a reach that tunnels funnels in gloss
you hear tales of wonder and amazing passion unbridled
and your and digits find the dream enchanting in motion aglow
I live in your minds there I reign supreme like a logger on a stream
I flow with sways as you flutter and twitch hence you cling cant let go
you're all hung up on me deny it all you like for I've got you all going
magic mushroom with zeal that fills with shattering impulses
guarantee to deliver with the smoothest furs in tender digs
one like no other for it takes the fit in measured strides
no pain in a hot bed of fire and embers that sizzles
strong drives in refined pace that revs to sync
sleek and stylish in the slickest dives
you got me in your heads
you can't stop tingles
that thin line
between has
given it
away

I live in the space between your heads
airy and empty open places
but I fit and flit from bare to narrow
rent free I occupy your heads

I feel earthquakes in your bare heads
trembling walls shaking
crimson curtains shutting out light
your thermostat rising

You feel me more than I feel poor you
I manage your thoughts
bring you to tables to write and work
your demanding tutor  

I live in the space between your heads
consuming your meagre stocks
running wild in your feeble imagination
feeding your addictions
while refusing your invitations to play
cause you're all not fit for purpose
letting me live rent free in your empty spaces

the discriminations and racisms that built an empire
the racisms that made Republics
the discriminations and racisms that checks innocent
successful people of colour
the discriminations and racisms that upholds Blighty
is not a Republic
the discriminations and racisms that ordain only black
Royalty are subjected to Republicanism extremisms

the discriminations, racisms and Colonialism that holds
its Caucasians  that determines
who is to be cancelled and checked because they are titled
and dared call Caucasian thieves, thieving scums

the discriminations and racisms that deploys covert designs
to hide ignorance injustice discrimination and racism

calling the mobbing harassment and bullying an innocent and lawful Blackman, People Power