The measured realities

of the the notches hoards

Where proscribes groups are assigned

proscribe places in proscribed notches along scales

Each group taught its own group think

in measured scales accordingly

I see them all on their marks

measured species in tow

They see me as invisible

I see them in line

measured lines

notches with

greenbacks

Puppets on

strings

We teach the teachers
as we see the fears
their paradise lost
their nightmare a reality

The cotton fields are gone
clouds vapid power
now pulling rabbits
out of hats in penny arcades

Sick minds need company
malignancy is all they offer
in defence of their evaporation
their days long gone
living in the catacomb of deceits
foam lives in sleight
the ivory towers have changed hands

In a magical town near Nonentities-ville
there lives some twisted sad subhumans
whose  drink comes from a fool's well
henceforth they lost all knowledge
and saw everything in opposites
or ignorantly or stupidly
to them bravery is cowardly
good is bad and bad good
beauty is ugly rightly so
I asked one of then
how do you see
yourselves, Sir
OH, we are wise
insightful, smart
always correct
and the truest
people in the
universe.
that's us
you see
woman!
But, kind Sir
I say, I'm a man
No, you are Not
he replied, madly!

The oracle foresaw
freedom and equality
you are all the same it stated
revolution time is the new black
bristling with frustration and rancour
carrying pitchforks and staffs on rampages
vigilantes and village idiots cast their Prince in chains
yet still find him shinning in silk cruising around in a merc
singing that line from the Beatles:
'But if you want money for people with minds that hate
All I can tell you is brother you have to wait'
Dear God, the Scroats and their Leftist friends and the useful idiots
that are the vigilantes and all the village idiots are all going bonkers
they are mad as hell, they can't take it anymore
for there it is right before their blinded eyes
some people are better than others
what is freedom anyway
and we are not all equal
get over yourselves
take you heads
outta ya *****
hahaha
haha
ha!

The lowdown is
the low down of the west
play their games the western way
clutching a fluffy toy says this is a teddy bear

Come down the Equator
where men were born men never were boys
and blazing sun seasons and bake you mahogany hard
in the palatial forestry you learn to look the wild beasts in the eyes

The refrigerated souls says nowt
when you bawl at lions its your turn at the watering hole
and can mimic the hiss of the serpents and pull hogs by the tail
you know red eye albinos only come out at night to pose by the fire

I, who have stood under the African sun at noon
and offered it more coal to kindle its hellish fire even more
I, owner of Sango excalibur that has slain twenty plus in bloodless bliss
can I be moved by ice cave dwellers who are forever children on knees

I own rays of sun and spake with ancestors unbowed
breathe the air of the Serengeti and ascended Olumo for homage
I will drink my own blood and hear the calls of my deities to arm
I will never be moved by the music of the unclean souls in howling
celebrating their shame and praising the jins of weakness and cowardice

I am my father's son, born under African sky
I am the land that made the man of the man of the living men
I know the star that led three to herald the King of Kings forever
I know who I am, grind  me to dust I will rise and tell you yet again
I am my father's son...I know who and what I am......
I am my father's son...I know who and what I am......
I am my father's son...I know who and what I am......

What are obvious will always be obvious
the belly crawlers will always hate the talented
the dunces will always hate the brilliant
the underachievers will resent the progressives
the impoverished will hate with passion the privileged
the stinking bullies will hate themselves in the gifted
the underendowed will abhor unlimitedly the well hung
the insipid pale  harbours dark repulsion against the luscious tanned
thieves will hate respectable earners who stakes honest endeavours
the craven cowards will hideously hate the brave and the courageous
the wastrels and drunkards will bloated-ly hate the sober and clean
the coarse and the crude will hate the cultured and refined
the insecure and inadequate will hate the confident and self assured
and the dumbest simpleton knows
that these diseased haters
will say, do, write and spew their innards in maligning, discrediting
smearing, defaming and slandering these shining paragons
that are the banes of their sorry pathetic non-existence
What are obvious will always be obvious

“Any fool can criticize, complain, and condemn—and most fools do. But it takes character and self-control to be understanding and forgiving.
So please do not expect character, intelligence and self-control
from fools
for if they have these qualities they would not be fools
and the world would be a very serious place
with little to laugh at
and none to highlight the differences
between the sane and wise
and the
boring irrelevant stupid dullard
Be thankful for possessing the ease of bearing fools in grace
and knowing they never disappoint "

Oh, the power of heraldry
the embodiment and the Divine right
the significance of significant in honour real
the power of the brave and wise in leadership
that which still attracts irresistible even when unused
born into in traditional and cultural grace
nurtured to worthy reach and tone
below some slander in envy
in comparison to inferiority
but crave attentions
i once knew a man
who know a woman
who dance
with the

winter is coming
tell me a tale with no words
and sing that melody bereft of tunes
who holds the blistering winds in winters inglorious strife
and seeks the harvest of fishes from a steaming geyser
in the whispering shanties of the glassy icy ones
heralds in laboured vapours and clattering teeth
winter is coming
in blanched visions and snow blindness
the gutless bulk up in layers of falsehood skins
and the mead is ripe and the nights are furlongs long
follow the crimson trail to find the primal hue of Nature
the letting and the offering calms the savage beasts
in alpine minds they all opine
winter is coming

Somewhere, a nymph-like platinum blond
resplendant in a sleek Versace evening number is sashaying
into that trendy restuarant, clutching that priceless Gucci purse

Somewhere, a nymph-like terrified woman
in dusty blood splattered Niqāb with a tattered woven bag on
her back, clutches the hands of two dusty kids along a dusty path

Somewhere, a man in black Armani tuxedo
cream Chinese silk shirt and snake-skin loafers hops into a
gleaming Ferrari, the scent is Creed Aventus and he has a hot date

Somewhere, an ashen faced sweaty man
in ragged dusty tunic and ***** trainers is running helter-
skelter, he is looking for his wife and two little kids in dusty rubbles

Somewhere, in grand State buildings
and lavish residential homes, tall short portly thin suited men
talk, give orders, arrange meetings and give interviews to the Media

And on a lava hot molten crevice in Hell
the Devil stands and rubs his gnarled talons, gleefully cackling
see! how I **** em up, how I tease em, mess em up and play with em
give to some and not the others
confuse them and divide the **** outta em
And the ****** fools call themselves Humans and God's children and talk about LOVE....!!!

Hurray hurray
we rain on the parade
of our delusions

Hurrah hurray
we make smething
out of nothing

Hurray hurray
we make it up to
to make it up

Hurray hurray
we are trippers tripping
on ignorance bliss

Hurrah hurray
we are the party poopers
at parties in our heads

Hurrah hurray
we see somethings in nothings
and nothings in somethings

different people different reactions
the soul that knows itself in truth
does not tan from sunrays or fear fire
for when it meets itself
its not only in reflection but in same depth
and if both holds in balance and harmony
there's no losers around
for on any plain
why the duality of hypocrisy and self delusion
are not friends or renting tenants
things may fall apart
but the centre holds
and that needs no camouflage or an AK47
or pays homage to the hidden stylistic dichotomy
of the two tongued harlequins
running from themselves

Hello Alexei Navalny
please accept my commiserations
its so sad that Putinised goons and murky Squads
have got you in the slammer again
they are definitely smarting from their Novichok failure
thank God for that for they want you permanently out of the way

my dear friend, I feel for you
for I too know what its like to speak against a corrupt system
and like you I have goons and the corrupt abusers of the system
after my blood
for daring to speak out against thieves and Welfare abusers
who steal from those who work
and then go on to take Welfare benefits
when they can work and should be working to earn their keep
like most others do

This outspoken statement was a cardinal sin
according to them
they declared I was an Elitist, a parasite and a capitalist leech
for daring to question their birth right to claim and steal and not work
after all they have all these immigrants to do all the boring jobs
their leftist ideology is to let everybody have all they want from the State
except the Entrepreneurs, the aspirants, the Bankers and Business owners and all members of the Aristocracies even if they are black

So Alexei my brave friend
you and I know how these corrupt loonies and psychos
while fooling the ordinary people are in it for themselves
we know they are liars, thieves, con artist and self serving crooks
pretending they are fighting for solidarity equality and freedom
the Putin mansion you just exposed is grander than the Tsars
Winter Palace, any surprise they want you dead
or me as poster boy to distract the masses from their lies
corruption, their secret murky businesses and ****** exploitations

they are giving me the whole stasis treatment down here
they said they have invalidated me, cancelled me out, erased me
thank God, they can't get hold of Novichok
otherwise, I will be sleeping with the fishes by now
as it is, its house arrest while they do all to push me over the edge
like you, I believe in honesty and truth
and don't mind dying for that  
I was so gladdened to see thousands protesting for you to be freed
I have nobody brave enough to stand by my side
they are too frightened
for if they dared, they would be bullied, harassed, intimidated
and cancelled and deprived of ***, beer and good old fish an chips
No, no, no, no as a frenemy said, that's not worth contemplating
No No No No
No can do, mate

I am on my own but glad to know you are not
God keep you my friend, God give you strength and abide with you
Stay Strong and Best wishes and don't drink any tea from them, lol

Your Fellow Dissident

Princeton Gerrmane

So I said to Harry
I'm sorry they drove you away
I do understand the strain on you mental health
had you spoken to me before
I would have wised you up a bit

you know the Hoi polloi
are a different breed altogether
fights, blood, gore and all things nasty and wicked
are inherent in them, its in their genes

without the wars
where they tore each others to pieces
( shame we Royals gave them peace and order )
without the slave trades which satiated their barbarisms
with little mines and farming to cave them
and keep them in serfdom
and the darkies they used to bushwhack now driving Porsches
and wealthier than them

So you see Harry old chum
our Natives have gone totally soft in the head crazy
now grounded and given peace and relative comfort
but with their recessive genes, inherent bloodlust and sadism
the animals have turned on us Royals
they are now biting the hands that feeds them
they can't help it, the madness is in their blood

maybe  you should tell your granny
to tell her Ministers to start a great war somewhere
( ok, just joking, but )
these mad natives are restless and its our Royal blood
they now hanker after  
I'm so sorry they are giving you and darl Meghan such a hard time
chin up old chap, listen I just laugh and tease them somewhat rotten
the silly little oinks, they should go eat cakes..hahaha.....

And the delusional rule of our subjects
are subjected in subjective
in the democratic tyranny over free wills
their 'power' so underwhelming
in the evident fracas of
matter over minds
the complexities of real power
is beyond the preambles of subjects
subjected in subjective deductions
sheep don't do complexities
they gambol, graze and end as muttons
spinning wool and dying wool are not
subjective art of shorn subjects

And Regina said
my sons you will soon understand
that
give them a yard they will take a mile
you see the maths is quite simple
from the onset they were born deprived
which in turn made them distressed
which in turn made them desperate
which in turn made them discontents
which in turn made them disjointed
which in turn made them deranged
which in turn made them deplorable
which in turn made them despicable
so expect them
to be disgusting deviant and dishonourable
and remember
in graceful gratitude and due decorum
that whilst they are born devoid and are distasteful
it is in your blood to be dignified and distinguished

In western porcelain haze
we dance flameco on frozen lakes
and make wrongs into rights and rights into wrongs
forked minds and forked tongues
hurrah Nihilism rules ok

Western Express to me
your innocence means nothing
the thieves are underdogs and ivories are sterlings
dare you protest at your peril
we do twist and **** drop

Goddesses West rules
in fleece to fleece at whims et wills
vast in one sided naratives in gilded poison chalice
touch us and drink from our parts
as we wash your minds

Hear fables of the west
sing of muddy waters and smears
wreck havoc destructions and pull wool over eyes
the truth is only what we say it is
and lying is what we do


https://youtu.be/uObgP6GF3VA?feature=shared

Its what's inside that counts
hence the sparkle
hence the heat
hence purity
hence that
glow and
glitz

If inane chatter could ****
the Blighty Monarchy would have died
ages ago
As it is the great Unwashed line the street
and wave flags
Royal souvenirs fly off the shop shelves
and millions are paid
by rubber-necks to traipse around the Palaces
somethings' called Reds
have terminal apoplexies causing red faces
and chase around
hounding African royalty and hollering revolution
Some say its their revenge
on the Zulus who despite heavy losses annihilate
the Blighty garrison and the Redcoats
some say the Reds were driven mad because their
Redcoat soldiers died for diamonds
which ended in Royal Crowns and the royal orbs
the red commoners got little
So to this day the Reds blame the African royals
Yes, its now Revolution time
hehe.....hahaa

" paranoia is as superficial as the victim is superficial
the real are immune..... "

Where are the Haters and Debbie Downers
Mill out come rage attack those pages
its a new day and your job awaits
the sun is shinning the air is warm
come spread your pollution and call out the rain
since when have peace and quiet for the wicked
Where are the Haters and Debbie Downers
Mill out come rage

when simply bored an away
their gloom descends bottled up
oh how they pine in ventless agony
the angst of rockless contemptibles rattling
in the vacuous confines of emptiness personified
mired in the gainless rigmaroles of the defunct nothings
hungry in subtracted contents craving responses to gnaw visibility
chained to the thankless passions of starving pangs pain
gripped by the tensions of attention deprivations
as so much in their staggering irrelevances
is always shame for the shameless
grounded lairs for lowlies
contained and ventless
the agony of losers
red faced cubs
so hungry
without
pining
pent
up

We but pity the sellers of discontents
the stragglers from the lowlands
in fertilised inadequacy and talentless soil
carrying in lame hands glossed dirt of twisted minds
reeking unhappiness in distorted parcels they hawk envy baskets
stirring broths of miseries made from handed down family recipes
cooked on brimstones in hate kitchens they seek buyers
see the hot gloom they rustle up in doom
for sale at cost price or free
all they want is to share their miseries

It is a bad thing to bite into a hard fruit
with little weak teeth
You will feel pain and say bad things
about the fruit
when really, the problem is your teeth

look at thirty one
and see forty six and wrinkling
balding with grandpa's look and twangy legs
life is short they scream as short as down below
where cold winds blow and fire hardly ignite and burn
someone tell them its the poison you manifest and ingest
the skulduggeries et inhumanity under your inane hypocrisy
that seizes the life force out of you and dries out your souls
where reviving fountains flourishes if uncontaminated
in your ravishing untamed passions for more more
your base barbarism and hideous minds
that's married to all that's negative
you hide in and drink darkness
shutting out redeeming rays
wondering why the true
seem to be ageless
and glowing

Once you know the motive
the rest is hogwash
pigs grunting as pigs do
honking honking honking
they are at home in dirt
racking mud in mud baths
honking to their contents
splattering mud here and there
their long snouts poking dirt
the muslims say avoid pork
because they are unclean animals
cursed by Allah
to forever squirm and rake in mud
a life-long obsession with all that is ***** and muddy
only the unclean eat pigs for its dirt to dirt
give them their bacon butties and let them gorge on it
for nothing clean, decent, moral or rewarding comes from the unclean
hogwash from hogs, dirts from dirts, honking from honkers
Allahu Akbar

you are still searching for
the magic wand and silver bullets
I was born with them gift-wrapped
I am sorry about your loss

The republicans in Republicans operas
arduously miming inaudible scriptures of red rage
furloughed in endemic pandemic
they are rooted on stage in hamfisted drama
improvising illusions of scatterlings and simpletons
begging revisions and reviews of a bored audience
who sees the pathos of idle damaged playing Zeus of Hades
in slapstick genre of hams and pigs in spotlights
the tragedy of no-marks in insignificant control
ignoring and dodging the snook from side stage
desperate for credence in elemental insignificance
for in the asylum of simple minds
there are more out in public than inside
Reviewer who bothers to watch the inane plays
save your comments and dissections
our hapless actors can neither read or reason
the spirit of Madame La Guillotine has possessed the hams
Insanity rules, viva la revolution of worms and maggots
paste on the greasepaint of self-deceits and ignorance
march in unison with your leader the Marquis de Sade
in your coven theatre a perfumed aristocrat laughs in disdain
even facing oblivion you are all nothing but wounded fodders
Do you serve cakes in your imagined theatre of defunct horrors
or is that how bloodlust and stupidity and ham actors smells
Viva la revolution and remember to return all you stole from
the Colonies....




Copyright@yenson2020

From the off I neutralized them
One small brown man outfoxed the dummies
Drew their fangs and sat watching
The play by fools for uber fools
Left them chasing their tails and shadows
Just doing for doing sake
Lame duck controllers
Lame brains vigilantes
Deluded schmucks
******* to a
Closed play with
No Actors
Haha
ha

So in benign understanding
as in music to soothe the wounded deaf savages
genuflecting to the breasted succubi in pale sack cloth
who reads minds and are mistresses of plantations
with indentures servants without minds
the famed bang-bang perceptions originators
exponents of the school of triggers
we kindly offer
to these trigger-thoughts marauders
the rubber bullets
to their low calibre rapid firing revolvers
and indulgently watch them
firing open doors
spraying anything black
shot for the eye
aim for the tall and the fat as whale
get the hair line and the profile in sight
look for the missing tooth and tell me no lies
do not scream or betray this army of goons
hurray, we have the key to the mind
and we watch in 'as if'
and we laugh because we know
when hens peck at grit they swallow little stones too
and rubber bullets do not ****
and the bigger picture is far from the maddened crowd

Please be aware, the arrogance of a Burglar
that breaks into your home and steals your
property is permissible

Please carefully note that the arrogance of a stinking bully
that oppresses you and wants to cower you down
is permissible

Please take into consideration that the arrogance of a gang
that terrorizes and bullies is permissible

Please bear in mind the arrogance of liars, twisters, slanderers
fraudsters and defamers is permissible

Please remember the arrogance of fringe lunatics to unjustly
condemn and victimize and bring chaos and destruction
to an innocent human is permissible

Please keep in your appraisals the arrogance of a misled majority
to impose, mob, obstruct, harass and hound is democracy
in action and is permissible

Please note that the arrogance and ignorance of offensively discriminating against any foreigner or minority member is permissible

Please note to work hard and earn an honest living is Arrogant
Please know to stand up to criminal bullies is Arrogant
Please know to stand up to stinking bullies is Arrogant
Please know to speak up for yourself is Arrogant

Please note to refuse to be cowered by thieves is Arrogant
Please know to refuse to be browbeaten is Arrogant
Please know to refuse to have your confidence drained is Arrogant
Please know to stand up to adversity is Arrogance
Please know to not be weak and Feeble under pressure is Arrogance
Please know to have self respect and be self assured is Arrogant
Please know to possess your own mind is Arrogance
Please know to offer as much as a squeak when being unfairly and unjustly treated is Arrogance

Above all please know that we invented the English Language and have the sole knowledge as to what constitutes Arrogance, whether you like it or not, and if you protest about that, you are ****** guilty of Arrogance...my friend!

Please be strictly conscious that Arrogance is weakness, mental weakness. Falling to the desires of our darker instincts and
succumbing to conceit and smugness.

Please pay particular attention to the salient fact that Arrogance
portraits a total lack of human decency towards other humans
Know that when arrogance ceases humanity ascends.
And we we all live in a lovely perceptibly white and wonderful world

Do you know I honestly feel so sorry for them
Its become their lives, their release, a compulsion
they've put everything into it, it energizes their miserable lives
and when they sense its going to fail, they get so desperate
I'm almost tempted to do it just to watch their boiling anger
see their external frustration and ultimate sadness
because as all know with the pathetic psychos
they all get a rise and buzz from my perceived sufferings
that's what cheers them and keep them high
Now where I to go and court and get
just to get at them and play with their sicknesses
Imagine, some would go totally really insane
Do I have the heart to do this

And in the deserts of tidy Freedom-villes
the sandstorm swirled viperously
caking and choking orderly
the regimented souls
fine dry dusts in eyes
minds dusty to crisps
so in regimented attires
and regimented thoughts
they all move in regimented ways
through the trapdoors labelled exits
that again led to the sandstorm swirling viperously
now some languish in fear as they had marched regimentally
toward exits and burnt bridges in regimental style for the freedom
to be like all the other regimented people and do regimented things

yelp yelp yelp
stray Scotties dogs yelping
no saveloys to steal and the redundant peeping toms
are stationed as red coats
why just take an arm and a leg
or too fat for your crooked teeth
come do your worse
or are your psyches tiring
or do you think
m o b
stands for
mentalist oafs buggered
or is that just your favourite pastime

It is what it is
the thinkers know the score
the non-thinkers join the queue
and when the confused
are sent to confuse
its a laborious task in shoddy
momentum
and even in glaring neon light
its still all dim dum dim
clowns to the left of me
jokers to the right
here I am
still laughing at it all








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In our ivory control tower
we are moving the pieces around
triggering the neurons and aligning the morons
we are sensitizing and anchoring and so hypervigilance
we have time to listen to farting and wait monitoring movements
we have become preoccupied and obsessive laughing stocks
but we cannot stop our ridiculous drama of delusions
because we have said the majority always wins
our aim to **** up and do head in
mob rule and control is power
this covert racism is tedious
better to just kneel on his
****** regal neck

The visage yawns so loudly
even climbers on Everest can hear it
it dazzles so brightly like the sun on days uncloudy
so why are the dramatists in stupor and the singers with tonsillitis
for its up to the picker to gather the roses and tenderly share howdie