The air filled with discord on these killing days
I sat with Biko but did nothing to help but read Finer
Madiba sat busy in his cage mourning with the futile sages
In disquiet Lecture halls we called and voices rose higher
Then my errant pen rebelled and on paper fired in pent rage

Impertinent weeping heart wedded to agile immaturity
Spew words and scribble indictments bonanzas on fired lines
Tis the age of reason and now it's chimes for gospel solidarity
This is why 'n this is how to extract the sourness from the limes
Be it the irascibility of a fledgling's dossier handed to Authority

In that foolish morn and days of thunder the dye was cast
Vogue tirades in contemporary suits offers designer conclusions
The brothers of today embracing diversities in Structures vast
In palaces pigments open wide ensuing foreboding discussions
Flag immediately and contain for this is one that must not last

Biko sleeps peacefully with angels and rests in God's arms
Madiba walked free and danced freedom with all colours in tow
A nation finds itself with a bespoke tailor and plenty of new farms
Across the Atlantic a foreign voice was silenced and made to bow
For youthful innocuous tantrum yelling is not quite the ****** norm


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" Only distinguished idiots use blunt tools to slice rawhide "

They told me they were fighting for all of us
for we are all in the same boat
how was I to know they were lying
when all tongues are pink
and they all had long pink tongues

People who were raised on love
see things differently
than people who were raised on
survival......

Ain't them just a pack of halfwits
playing yaboo politics
with one stroke got them on the ropes
doubts flood their simple minds
desperation overflows in senile cancelations
when they are frightened by the outlaid truths
oh dear, she'll see all their nastiness, they fear
her eyes opened they'll lose her allegiance, gained by lies
they become even more desperate
pulling puppets strings here and there
simpletons doing as simpletons do
elementary my dear Watson
no brain surgeon amongst these buffoons
but its fun watching them panic and rage
it takes nothing to out distance them
and plague their vapid minds
they are born not to see beyond their noses
imbecilic bovver thugs playing ghetto politics
lets tickle their catastrophes
some more
or simply laugh at clowns cancellers
and feed their neurosis some more
that's the only way they feel relevant

Commissar Dumbrov of The Red Republican Army at his desk

Grego, Grego , what is happening with the Regal in the Gulag
Is he mad yet, has he hanged himself and committed suicide

No Commissar, he is writing poetry and growing fat like a pig

Are you crazy, this is a ****** Revolution, not ******* poetry class
Did you not put him through the program.

We did Commissar, we hounded and tormented him, we persuaded his wife to break his heart, we fully destroyed his career, we isolated him, we ruined him financially, we made the proletariat hate him,
we taunted him and provoked him everywhere, we scandalized his name and reputation, we bugged him, we oppressed him, we bullied him, we made him friendless, we invaded his privacy, we mocked him and depressed him, we tried to confuse him, we mix him up. we harassed him with noise, we've terrorize him we've done everything and more. he has not been with a woman for 20 years.

AND HE'S WRITING POETRY, what a pack of ******* fools you are, that's the trouble with you ****** Proletariat, you have no brains, must be all the ****** gruel you lot eat, your ******* brains didn't develop properly, all you ******* know is how to be ***** and violent, any wonder these Elitists see you as nothing but animals. that great Leader of the Revolution wrote, I forget his name now, he wrote that the best and only way to deal with these Elitists is to attack their minds, **** up their ****** brains, make them paranoid and fearful. drive them crazy, turn them into jabba labba locos, dribbling at the mouth locos crazy,

We tried Commissar, we did all the things to make this happen, we spent a lot of time and effort on this, we used all the grape-vines and contacts we have, we even threw the Kitchen sink at him. So far, nothing.

You threw the ******* Kitchen sink at him, what's that for, the Kitchen sink belongs to the State, its not meant to be thrown at ******* Elitist Dissidents.

Its a manner of speech, Commissar.

Now you are a Comedian, are you, a ******* Revolution is going on, we are creating a Classless Society and Equality for all and you are making stupid jokes!

No Commissar, I mean we utilized all resources so far, we have continually harassed him, we have created so much disappointments, betrayals, let-downs, frustrations for him, but he still remains calm, stoical, composed, dignified, erudite and sane.
maybe its true that these people are a different breed. Its frustrating for us and quite honestly, embarrassing!.

Shut up, are you saying he's some sort of Regal Rasputin, even that ****** one, we got in the end, now you're saying this one is bullet-proof. Have you tried Advanced Slander, spread the nastiest rumors about him. So bad to make him take his own life. Who was it that said,  “Show me the man and I'll show you the crime”

It was Comrade Beria, Commissar. Yes Commissar, we have framed him many times and made thumped up allegations against him. We have done all that Commissar, we even said he walks like John Wayne or a broken crab.

Who is this John Wayne, are you a time-traveler now?

Have you tried spreading the rumor that he goes to the Cementry at night and sleep with dead women, he digs up.

No Commissar, I don't think even the stupidest Proletariat would believe that one.

Have you tried spreading a rumour he has *** with a dog.

Commissar Natashavo hasn't been anywhere near him, Commissar

Are you being funny again, Grego

No Commissar!

So what is happening right now with our Mr Invincible Elitist Poet Romanov or whatever his name is,  the MAN that you ******* useless Republican comrades, can't drive mad or make commit suicide, a simple thing, that we have done thousands of times. Why is it that when we do these things to those Class-traitor Proletariat, they die or go raving mad loco coo coo  within six months.

The Proletariat are brainless  cowards Commissar, they can dish it out but they can't take it, Commissar, that's why its so easy for us Senior Members of the Po-lit-Bureau to manipulate and control them. As regards our MAN we are still actively harassing him, we are presently mixing him up again, mentally and doing voice to skull tactics with him. We also make sure he remains frozen in a time warp. This is useful in allowing us to demonstrate to the imbecilic Proletariat that we are powerful and can control people and events, this makes sure they realize our capabilities and might and of course, fosters espirit de corps. It keeps them all in line.

Well that's good thinking Grego, yes, that's good, as regards our Poet, why don't we just blast off his *****.

We did Commissar, but he grew bigger ones!

Are you being funny again, Grego, do you want to be sent to the Gulag in Siberia to keep the Poet company.

No, Commissar, I have a date tonight with Commissar Natashavo!

If all your gardens
were well tendered and fertile
would you all have any inclinations
to come dig, till, *** and plant any seeds in mine

If your days were
bright, happy, enriching and sun drenched
would you all even contemplate much less attempt
to come in your casked dark clouds wishing rain on my parade

If you all hold love pure and true
feel enamored and treasured in blissful folds
would it ever even cross tender glow of  warm loving hearts
to hatch, maim, taint and discolor the uplifting emotions of another

If in the hallow of your hearts and souls
revered in joy, peace and harmony, at ease in your environs
would you and could you leave your well earned cultivated oases
to rile n' strife'so woundedly and enraged, the earned peace of another human

So as apparent before the pristine light
if at one with righteous things you all will not hide in shadows
if garlanded with love inward an outward you will share harmony
and if your hearts and minds knows true pleasure and peace
you will all shine like the morning dew in radiant dawn
what fate awaits dark shadows but to hide in your gloom and pains
for you know all your problems are within you, gnawing away
an recriminations and despondency will always rain on your souls

Ah...and you say it so good
carried in wisps of dreamy throes
my enchanted goddess
raising gentle flames in springtime
filling perfumed sighs
caresses tender yet now firm
nestling in velvet delight
hiding in sumptuous curves
were verses ram words
to bring you closer still

stay do not go just for now
warm kisses for hawking
to my plea
I ache for your surrendering
the treasures in burning glide
to read the act filled prose
in your sweet words
that goddess wings into sight
and parted
but not to leave rather to live

I am filling to bigness
heating the tunnels and digging
I am stuck in and stuck on you
tell me of the featherless you
paint me orbs of nubile stacks
wish my lips on crown tips
taut and proud
the waves move with reads
we commute in the secret of two
in morn or at noon find the thoughts
in moonlight just as good
more to come
more to do

they think i like them
they think I am on board with their psychotic ways
oh yes, I know them too well, those forsaken *******
yes, I go along with it all, I make them think we're pals
do you think I'll want anything to do with these idiots
if I have my way
No, its all about my residency, free accommodation
free medical care, free money, reasonable peace
my papers are still in their hands
in a way, my life depends on them

Look what is happening in my nation
hunger is killing people, embargoes and sanctions
life is so ******* hard that lives are being risked to get out
people are dying daily, no medicines in Hospitals
these ******* evil people are behind it all
you don't know how much I hate them
you'd never know how much damage they have cost
all for petrol, all for oil, all for their own ******* convenience
and for their allies in the 'you know where'

Oh please let them think I am a fool
lets just play their game and survive
I take their money and do what I please
oh yes, I smile and laugh with them, the ******* morons
they are so ******* hated, its unbelievable
I have friends, actually all of us here now hate them so  much
but we have to do as we think pleases them to survive
a lot of them don't like us either and we know this

I think sometime ago, one of their officials was shot
you heard all about that time, remember they raided our office
it was in all the papers, yes we hate them and they hate most of us
but we take their ****** money and all lie through our teeth
who can be real with these *******, tell me, these ******* bullies
they are liars, disingenuous cheaters and hateful racists
they make fun of us, we make more fun of them, the crazy fools
I'd rather die than **** their men, the ****** ***** unwashed fools

yah, I play their game with them, let them think I am their pal
yah, I am one of the sisterhood, yah we all stick together
let the stupid fools think that, I need to survive, I need to live
they don't wanna know what we truly think about them
I swear, they don't wanna know, the selfish Oil robbers
the ******* ignorant pirates, so conceited, so arrogant
I just smile and tell them what they want to hear
For now I take all they offer and pretend I am all for them
Its called playing the game of survival....

If its real
as real as real is
it would not take a bunch
of prattling echoes etched in malice
to send or carry messages that are sound

if intelligence is residential
common sense becomes uncommon
and intentions for resolve holds no fear
to err is human to atone is human with humanity
to lack is to wrong and covert chancing right by default

so carry your advocacy foul
to your court of expediency and deceits
enter your pleas of scrotes and ganish salted minds
bring along your town cryers and clowns to entertain us
the inadequate hordes and pestilence are one and the same

If its really real
as real as real is and should be
it would hold no count with vagabonds' stench
for birds of a feather cohorts in like minds and guises
whereas the golden eagle claims the palace of the skies alone
in your deeds you embellish your minds cannot soar in higher reaches

you are
born and
meant for
the lower
altitudes
stay there
and scratch amongst the dirts for your fitting pickings
whereupon plenty ants and worms are in haunted unison

You can outsmart great odds

and turn them into dancers in their storms

as they teach you to walk like an Egyptian

you turn them into jivers

doing Street dance

or Street clowns

doing the Rumba

or just sit and direct the crazies

shuffling the Viennese waltz

as the foxtrots

making them all

going loco down in Acapulco

The magic down there is so weak and useless

I baffle them with the Merengue

and dealt the clowns

the Samba with style

got them hip hoping at the moment

madness is lost to the rhythms

they ain't got souls

Beware
in the world of little minds
compliments are held
as invitation to treat

Solid wholesome balanced intelligent minds
know
here is
Residential Home for the bullies
the Narcissist, the inadequates and the schmucks
we know you're full of self loathing
you are unhappy due to something in your past or present
we know you know you feel inferior and angry
we know you're an inadequate cowardly person
who lacks so much and feel so miserable internally
we know you want to share your miseries
we know you deflect, project and crave attention
and seek to get some release from trying to make others like you

we know you hate others who are superior to you
that you hate happy balanced people
that you painfully suffer from envy and jealousy
and that you're a lowlife punk who hate yourself
we know all this cause we are balanced and intelligent
matured, wholesome and adequate
and without an inferiority complex
we have read all about you
we know what made you the way you are
we know of your defects, your pain and your shame
and how you try to cover it up by picking on your betters
and we know you are the odious one with the problems
you are the sick one
go fix yourself.......

They say they are chip chip chipping away
I say sorry, you have to peel potatoes
No, they say, we are chipping away
OK, say I , you must be very hungry, so chip away quicker
No, they replied, we are chipping away at you
Oh, say I, why chip away at me, I am human, you can't eat me
Stick to your fish and chips, says I, that's much better
I hear it's actually quite delicious with some curry sauce on it

Those in compos mentis
with full charge of gumption
clearly see the sheer absurdity
not to mention
the resounding ridicule
that he confirmed as the cancelled
quite adequately lives better than them
brightened in sagacious flair
head and shoulders above
dapper solid principled and versatile  
the renaissance man of sublime grace
concedes to goons their inheritance of buffoonery
why slink low to dine with fleas
only the mangy dogs have that birth right
for when mad men dance in the town square
its because they hear the music the sane are deaf to
so those in compos mentis
sees the fool that writes the logic of fools
whilst in disdainful contempt they pity
the resounding absurdities of the absurds'

"A fool will learn nothing from a wise man,
but a wise man will learn a lot from a fool"

The melodrama of carcasses
playing in the theatre of latter day spooks
our mendacious transparencies
at the mirage stage  of dunces à la carte
gnarling whimsical oratories
in white noises from mindless cavities
here's their play written by fools
full of sound and fury garnished by shame
signifying the boo-hoo politics
of dead brains and soulless cannon fodders
Vive la République of nonentities
the revolution of the premature ejaculators
and small penises dead in action

I am the Influence
that influenced you to try
to influence me
so work it out and realize
you are under my influence
Yes, I already know it hard for you
to fully understand that
that's why I am influential and you aren't

The fakes all line up to jive to the twist
perchance the only semi-skill they claim a boast
hopping, skipping, legs akimbo dreary brains on fire
men, women, boys girls lovers, wives and husbands, oldies even
here they turn, there they twist, we've got a love, so beautiful and true
we've got a life so happy and fulfilling, we've got friends for life
we've got money to do all the things we want to do and more
we've just made love, it was so good, best ever always
Its all a sham, by pretenders in a make believe void
sad unhappy people, hearts heavy, minds a flamed
poverty, debts, illnesses and diseases, pains stored
unstable, unable, drunkards and preaching pedos
smack face and addicts, impotent lovers galore
virginitis and gingivitis, infected tongues too
small ones with money, big ones gone dead
hate and troubles, fears and dysfunctions
riddled the dancers and twisters jiving
but the pretenders are out rolling
skipping and prancing right on
oh, what a crowd, what a time
come join the party and hop
make it up and drown
your strife and pain
haul your miseries
find a scapegoat
this is therapy
for the poor
for the sick
for the mad
for the unhappy
for the depressed
come pretend your bad away
come wish bad for someone else...

If 'street smart' is a thing
there would be no one in jails

The thing is 'street stupidity' lit up in neon dimness

its all hard labour for little rewards
by little minds

Go figure....but what's the point
we already know you can't

at your level two plus two
can be five six seven or eight
it all depends on what mood you're in
and what lies you're telling yourselves
that day

We do deluxe sets of invisible amour-piercing arrows
and sell magnificent paintings all in white see-thru ink
Our renowned Authors offer absorbing fictions on blank pages
and our brave fearless warriors fight courageously on keyboards
We stand tall with compact and miniaturized tools you hardly feel
the fast draw, trigger happy wham bang thank you ma'am mediocrity
of the West

One of the Little Mixes
a successful multi-millionaire
quit the group
I said oh why do that
she replied, for the sake of my mental health
those godforsaken trolls are evil and wickedly cruel
ok I said, I can appreciate your decision
but do you know, I said,
I am on first names terms with all my trolls
once you get to know them
they just sweet pathetic cripples
unhappy, insecure, inadequate, ugly
deprived and untalented.
I feed them regularly now
that makes them happy and brightens their darkness a bit
gives some meaning to their angst ridden lives
now we are pals
and they work tirelessly and unpaid for me
Little Mix runaway shook her pretty head
what are you made of, she asked
oh, I just have a knack of selfless understanding
and it helps to be Royal
that just leaves them totally raving stupefied
and absolutely derange-ly incentivised
they love hard Labour

Oh Mr Sentinel *****, you *** with the bullwhip and echo tongue
For four hundred years they had your fathers and mothers
toiling the sugar and cotton fields no better than oxen and horses
They were all beasts together without rights or gain
All you knew was what Babylonians put in your heads
Your perceptions are nothing but that of a slave
As bright as those of the oxen and *****
That were your mates

Now you sit here thinking you're Bob Marley without stringed guitar
you may have a pen in hand but nothing much has changed
what you call a brain is just a dusty mirror from ***** in the Plantation mansion
you are just the *** overseer who gives your *** to ***** at night
payment for echoing his words and ******* a **** on Saturday
Who are you really but a mindless carcass with no class
Your momentum comes from ***** and is *****
it's 21st century and you are still a Sentinel on the cotton fields

You come cracking your bullwhip talking trash
your ****** *** still has a ten dollar price tag hanging off it
the mixed blood of your ancestors fight for dominance in vain
four hundred years of slavery and you're still in chains mind asleep
there's freedom in the sun whether in tropics or in snow town
freedom is a mind unchained to *****'s bulls and stunted ****
Show me the freedom of a ******* Sentinel the mottafucker chicken
Go find your ******* radicals and do your worst, how did your  pimping go in Liverpool.
or where you too busy spinning your **** in Birmingham Alabama.

The psyche war of the dumbledums and house buglers
has been raving for over thirty years
yet the truth stands unmoved cause the truth is nothing but the truth
cheap in guilty minds
yet so expensive to the nefarious activities of their livelihoods
they will do and say anything in desperate fear
their are daily fighting their own psyche wars in their heads
so they do know all about psyche wars
and that's why they hide in darkness
petrified of the truth that stands rigid over thirty years
and haunts them and their flying monkeys

So you play mind games
after your mind has already been gamed
allow me, to show you
Right now, yes now, blink twice
see, you did
now, ask yourselves
did you blink because its a normal reflex action
or
because I told you to blink
Now go figure that out
mind games? What do you know

Now see yourselves blinking more than usual
there are some trying not to blink
but they did, even if not right now
but anyway, you're now conscious of blinking
you can't simply disregard it as before
you read this piece

even if you try, now you are wondering
am I blinking more or less
you can't be sure
some of you will go to sleep think about your blinks
not sure if you're blinking more or less
oh! dear, what a blinking thing

the lesson here is to learn to own your minds
those that teach you mind games
are really just taking control of your minds
but they won't tell you that
its what Politicians do
its what Con Artists excel in

History of  the before teaches nothing
Civilization is mere normalization adorned
they are the self-appointed Olympians demigods
the pigment-less errants who ran down albino way
to learn from the rebellious Angel his innovative styles

Anointed souls who stayed in the Kingdom of Truth
blessed and sheltered under the light of the True Living King
imbued piously with messages of love unity and salvation for all
are mere weakened fools seeking peace denying heady excitement
for there's power, lust, riches, fame fortune and control to be found

Hence they divided and assigned varying colours
In rebellious mischief call the devoted black in my honour
ordains the leader of Rebels intoxicated in banishment and sin
my fellow ****** followers adorned yourselves as white doves
you will learn great evil, wickedness, bloodlust and utter destruction

We are the masters, the Controllers, there is no God
go forth and populate, ravage and plunder take as you please
subjugate and deceive, lie and **** and drink their blood in victory
fallen from Grace let's go befall woe, pestilence, miseries destruction
In God's made Kingdom we and our children will rule with no mercy

The spawns who know more than God take control
all four corners of the earth sowing fear discontent and discords
hatred, injustices, bloodshed, sorrow, pain abominations galore
thieves and cut-throats merchants in white masks they shower terror
History of the before teaches nothing, the demigods rules

I'm in them

It grips them like no other

tightly they grip and clenched

too enmeshed unwilling to let go

none like this has occupied their being

filled them so fully they cannot let go or abate

in their narrow minds in the deep depth of their psyche

they think about me all day long, that obsession whose attention

they just crave and cannot ignore so they writhe and write and moan

how they flutter and squirm and hide behind hate to open themselves

When you hold hatred in your mind
for someone

the hatred captures you as much as them
because your mind becomes consumed by them,
by revenge, by what you'll like to do to them
by anger

by what you'll like to happen to them
and so on and so on
it goes

your mind is no longer yours
its now owned by the one or ones you hate
who stays there and agitate your mind

why should I give anyone that power over me
No, I don't carry hate
I do not hold hatred in my mind
for anyone

Let us inspire the crude dregs
offer pointers to anoint primed dunces
sparing seeds in hollow wraiths
see untied and fancy-free
bring the scarlet lace to grace Delilah train
sing loudly songs of the rainbow's arc
yodel trust and ****** digits to inflame
stand on the hull and sail to Rome
but do not leave out the maiden in green woods
for luscious kisses in gardens
while laid on black velvet is a dream
what use is a taxi driver with an eye and a half
are we to leave an old man in golders that is green
or wonder if three or four is not enough
don't call me a gold digger as crowds will do
that enough stays me away and leaves me stymied
have they not seen me in pink tutu
dancing free and care free
like a fire-fly
there is enough here to help in opposing
so round up the fools for a party
lets set fire to the grapevines of the idle poor
Let us inspire the Crudes of Dregs


goodbye
I'm done

in the ordinariness of fodders
shamed and disgraced dots
downs to always so down
from wombs a'begging
in miseries they so sing
hot hallelujah choruses
masking inadequacies
life scarred  wounds
always burning red
restricted dud minds
bubbling arid hate
so what have we
to lose but chains
fight, fight fight
for your right
to be beneath
contempt
fight on
its your
job

Distinctive in searches
discerning in assimilating
powered and charged in positive rationale
my iris and pupils tutored by the trained mind
with inherent sensors for distinction an A star scholar
only homes in to perceive the lifting, the truly beautiful
the inspiring, the worthy, the knowledgeable, the graded wise
the aspirationals, the enchanting, the seekers of light, the experienced

From the cradle the quest ordained
this accident a blessing if you're aware
be all you can be and then reach some more
in responsibility lies mandate to be tuned-ly responsible
the ****** fields of wheat and chaffs see poppies in airy blaze
Nature divine sows the riddle of four seasons and chasms divides
answers never to show in Nature's court of arbitration none explains
so walk humbly and work hard of you is expected the best you can be

Know this the wayward of minds
my eyes knows its mission to a tee
what yields the hateful insignificants with malice
what moves me about the absurd crowds in fools' drama
what aids and teaches in the festooned antics of pale poltroons
though hate not mine I borrowed it for all that lays unjust to me
none do I see in desire or want for as I look I wish you burn in hell
who sits home attaching meanings or significance to rats in sewers
who takes to mind the illogicals of dim dumb simpletons the insanes

Perhaps if I wasn't so far ahead
I would hear the the noises from behind
perhaps if I wasn't so agile and fast
they would have cottoned on
perhaps if I didn't respect them before
I would have realized
they are lame ducks screeching
but I know that now.....

they said they will alter my personality
they said they will attack my psyche

they said they will make me paranoid
and I will never love or trust another human again
they showed me their blueprint to their intentions
I saw immediately they were all already paranoid and psychotic

I laughed my head off
the poor souls had all lost their minds
they were to be pitied and helped but most were beyond help
lost touch with reality caged in mental paranoid cages fighting a war
the war was with themselves but they cannot see this
their enemies are themselves
gripped in 'knight moves' thinking
they see themselves as chess experts in a chess game

how do you play chess with paranoid psychotics
who don't understand the rules and make it up as they go along

you let them.........

We are not even on the same page
much less the same line
your stories of big fat Noddy
belittles your already little mind
as my psychology of the Inadequate minds
glaringly exposes the expansive arid barren being you are
so when the wind blows
go out and try to feel it around
for there's nothing to you
that is less dense than the air you breathe
but blockheads cannot feel winds
they are big fat losers
as the book clearly states

I'll tell you this toadstools supplants
My happiness will not be ruined by people who can not find their own.
It is easy to live for others, it's the favorite pursuits of the incomplete . I call on you to live for yourselves.
For you have fears that you trust
and these fears know only too well your strengths
becoming the prince of all you are
Shallow minds are mere copies of prevailing winds
A fleeting flossy essence with no self worth
A copy worth less than an original
A person places themselves on
a level with the ones they praise.
He that undervalues himself
will undervalue others, and
he that undervalues others
will find even less
in himself
A man can stand a lot if he can stand himself
Those that can't vent in hate
Morale is self esteem in action

Real self-worth can’t be earned.
Real self-worth comes from understanding the truth
about who you are and understanding that your value
is infinite and absolute no matter what.
This is the only way to enlightenment,
balance and inner peace.”


When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you.
~ African Proverb

we are not even the same colour
what makes you think we should think alike
when the problem in the first place
stems from the fact that we are not the same colour
same status, same culture, same views or same sense of morality
its no surprise you cannot see
where you are going wrong
thankfully I can

Go try it with the bland children of Demos
where in robes alike they bow to the deities of Hades
worshiping in rank and files echoes of the eyes divisive
aimless flinging tongues in serpentine broth of afflictions
The Centurion sublime descends from the courts of reason
where mortals slay the treason of fallacies and garrulous din
to hold the centre firm atop the pillars of the civil and free braves
Not all men can walk the Rubicon and voice the talk of Gladiators so
In the arena of the talking heads the naysayers ***** prurient spittle
Go try it with the bland children of Demos
watch them march in ranks and files

Nope, not plastic, superficial
feet planted firmly on the ground
a realist that calls it as it is
If I lie to myself I can't make sound judgements
that ain't cool
mean what you say, say what you mean

I was not raised to harbour fear.
call yourself a man then be a man
mothers and wives ain't made for nursing
after a certain age
get out there, go cut mustard, she told me
and never come crying to me
cause I ain't going to hang around forever
wiping your tears

Remember who you are and what you are
it ain't a bed of roses, fight if you have to
don't trouble trouble or else trouble will
trouble you.
but know there are ******* out there
and if need be fight till you drop
I did not raise a fool in this house of mine.

Remembrance and memories I devour them eagerly
good ones are treasured and cherished
wrapped away carefully and visited whenever
Bad one are equally eaten up, extract lessons
and **** the rest out, never respect negativity
never give it a hold in your cultivated persona

See nonsense for nonsense, **** is waste
we don't recycle **** , we set good examples
in dignity is our expectations let others shame
all is worthless without honour or dignity
by their words you will know them
they will cower and in fear they will fight your light
You will be upheld in grace, you are truth in spirit
You know who you are  
and if you die, you will die in grace

the worst of humanity
arrived in  unfeathered hues
eyes shimmering like quarry pebbles
snarls carrying teeth brown and broken
with long sticks firing thunders and death

the villagers ran like does
but blood ran and fear froze flights
the mad ghosts plucked them like ripe pawpaw
to chain them as cargoes for export to cotton fields
take the strong and able teach the rest to worship ghosts

fetch us two nubile virgins
one for the bed and the other a foot stool
loot all those gold and bronze artefacts and symbols
bring their rulers and elders to bow and wash our blades
show them that unfettered power and guile has no conscience

we are gods and goddesses
we rule the waves and on land we own it all
and to exploit and brainwash we call on the God of Rome
as we pray to gold silver diamonds and every treasures we see
dare protest or resist the might and power of the soulless slayers

we have plundered and looted
***** despoil incarcerated and divided
now we seize their minds use them as we've always done
our working and serving Punches and Judys on our sunken soil
And God help that one that kept his mind and dared to refuse to represent as a slave

The crown of a bully
is more painful than a crown of thorns
for while a crown of thorns adorned a head of glory
the bully's crown was for six pieces of silver never spent
and the eternal derision of all who knew only weak wickedness
traitors gait and faithless spirit whispers with evil for the fall of grace
whence the time came the coward died in eternal shame and disgrace

Caught in the battle not of my making
riding a gauntlet of ferocious malarkey
distilled chicanery in acrid vapor singe the fronts
yet in nonsensical diktat
callow romanticism cries there is a matter of the heart
who fights a hollow war loving a weapons carrier
or carries a picture of a mercenary ******
in the pay of gratuitous evil
close to heart
in reverence of candle lights and roses dreams
that which was even at mild peace days a mockery
let me walk in the fortress of reason
and man the jaunty barricades of truth
best leave in smoke screen paradigm the enemies news
when even at first stage
my hunting dogs did not bark up the erroneous shrubs
write not my dispatches from ravaged landscape
in harlequins language
the requiem a front but the dye far from cast
were truth in the mix the real heart will dare inroads
decorum-ed in atonement proffering olives
so to air sonnets in mischief and aim cupid's arrow in reverse
is but the ungainly charade of brothers in arms
in the fumes of blazing ricochet and putrid malice
to love and be loved from the other side
is a donkey's dream and a gun without a trigger
ask not why they persist in dousing the atomic sun
with a glass of water