I use to hope that you'd keep that
photo of me tacked by your bedside
but you took it down, (vengefully)
I know this because you tore out the portraits
of me from your sketchbook the first time around

so I hope you find bobby pins still within your clothes
catch whiffs of my old perfume on the streets and feel your
spine cinch softly, I hope a single earring rolls forward in the
desk drawer, but I really cannot hope these things anymore.

so i hope the earring stays lodged in the crack, that all stray bobby
pins find their way back and that my perfume is never worn, never worn
never worn. I hope that my perfume is never worn
around
you.

People judge him without a second glance, he’s just the boy with anger management.
Anger is not something to neglect, but his is hardly kept.
Getting him to calm down is impossible you’re too late, he’s controlled by hate.
He’s sick of this anger inside of him trying to get out so violently.
The loathing is breaking him body and soul, it may be too late for damage control.
He tries to be different but he really knows no other way, his dad was as violent as he.
He learned from a young age how to be mean, how to manipulate the scene.
He’s not evil at heart he wants to change, just not sure how to start.
Show him he’s not the monster his father was, that he’s destined for great things and he has the ability to love.
When he sees the possibilities, and his emotions he learns to express.
He will no longer be the victim of anger management.

This body is to narrow to start the concrete picturesque poetry

As a marvelous bright sparkling spring into the pitch black marvel stone
My poems are shallow water running out of time climbing backwards

Shanti dances, Shakti watches, I ride the glossy magenta mountain byke Elementally through the potentially ***** city, gulping two little
              flying                            spoons          ­            wwhhpp          mhm                                  ­    
                       of
Brilliant        IO Ag
                   Helth guarantieed on the nulth spelling positive not
Obtrusive politely declined           skipped          suggestive
Visually objective little pencil box down bellow
                                             friend    _ this is blank !

Absolutely! Absoulutely! A ****** stream of no perservatives no ***

Objecting flowery flunder opiates                           Words grow from
Barriers between insufficient gestures                  from human
Jazzy left ear leaving laments of sounds incapability to stay
Endlessly entwined and glued together as your soul loves
Tender tactile cats touch on your desperate desert sju++
                  Ave Gratias Plena Ava Gardner Avon Avion
  My throat is not of a managment made suits suiting suitcases
I'm Tired Of Fraternities Or True Females  Always  Ends  Well

i woke up today and couldn't fathom current
affairs in any other way...
             the rebirth of israel...
                      hawk pantos that's america (*** note,
hannibal would apply the death penalty
if i was playing the trombone, or something
akin to it... tearing my hearing to shreds and
subsequently infuriating me)...
            but my tongue is a very debasing
instrument to come to grips with...
                      it's the internet and the narrative
in the west...
                        i was just listening to a nationalist
greg johnson... and let's face it:
how did nationalism become so reasonable?
        or what do you say to nationalists who
have to face up to darwinistic populists that are
secretly communist?
                        i find darwinism not so much a case
against god, but against the left...
                    maybe i'm seeing double or something...
anyway... if i was writing this in central europe ("east"
europe... left right of centre argument?
  copernicus didn't really improve our map-reading
skills... more people find the edge of a cliff
or a sea than... the ******* x: that marks the spot)...
           so we're supposed to be objective,
        and by object i mean an ethnic context:
     which bites back at what those who argue against
subjectivity have: how am i to suddenly turn into shadow
of some obscene universalism?
       well, judging by the content i'm being "prescribed"
(just listening to), and given darwinism, when doesn't
brutality (at least intellectual) come into the fore?
           arguments in a graveyard phase?
                                     epitaph managment?
but since i'm writing this in england, and seeing what's
unfolding, or what's already too late to comment on
as it already has...
    politico-ethnicity speaking? as an anglo-slav?
        there is a dual deterrent in "certain" parts of central
europe... some say the weather, some say:
  the people who inherited the remnants of national
socialism's nadir... we know national socialism's
zenith was the autobahn... so if the british proclaim
pride at the railway network, the germans can't
proclaim a pride in the autobahn network?
                     well... if you've ever been in the central
of warsaw during the winter, you know climate is a natural
deterrant to what the problems in western europe
are spoken about...
                        giving the current climate of politics,
i can't say that sites such as auschwitz are also deterrents...
    i'm guessing people over there (as earth to earthenware
be spoken) - perhaps half-jokingly:
                                        you want us to fire up
the furnaces? no, but the Ełk example...
                         do i really have to state that darwinism is
an ideology in direct confrontation with marxism?
                 i hear things like cultural marxism...
        but what the west has started to export is
                                                 cultural darwinism...
it's a seesaw effect, a stick has two ends...
                                           i don't even know how to
begin entertaining the effects of cultural darwinism,
unless of course there's overt psychologism
                              and too many explanations and
very little action: it's like this ******, completely ******
off his face on l.s.d. looking at a painting saying:
    oh, isn't that nice?
                                    cultural darwinism is real,
and it lies opposite cultural marxism; i really don't know
how it happened, by darwinism is political these days
(as it always was, with the monkey trial...
  but then that was in the realm of law, rather than politico
blah blah)... in that sense it has become almost ineffective
in convincing people anew, afresh, precisely because
it has turned from a very beautiful theory,
                     into the harsh reality of indoctrination;
i really hid that part where i mentioned auschwitz as
a deterrent to the migrant problem, didn't i?
                  i'll write a bit more and it will truly be well
hidden... o fortuna... und die shattenvolk:
                      it's not even a belief, you just read western
media, and it's as if poland was one defended by
western europe, by not receiving pointless coverage;
       within reasonable constraints, this new alliance
within the european union?
                           i'm thinking whether it's real or not;
never mind... i'm still to depict su doku tactics
            and actually finish a puzzle that i ensured
could be turned into ideograms... which by japanese
standards of complexity, would be treated
   as if neanderthal... all we have in terms of complexity
is volume... since almost anyone can and anyone
has learned english... it's naked... ****-naked adam,
the oddball of all other european languages...
             primarily due to a lack of unitary distinctions...
and this point has to be repeated repeated re-.

i wanted the same transcendental time at work
as i have been for the past
potato and days
at Tottenham Hotspur
but i wanted that at Wembley
and i got it today
i was the Bleen and the Grue
and the traffic lights were in place
sort of
sort of
i got the joke i saw
Hell and Democracy march
and the Sikh Elder fear
at the balloons and clowns
of western nihilism
and this stretches far beyond me
i can read a snippet of
Anti-Oedipus and couple it with Nietzsche
like a snap of my fingers
and i know the measure 35cl
i mean so much ******* was smuggled into
the Guns N Royces Rolls
i forgot the flowers
i'm amping for evidence
when i pass my driving license:
yeah:
that's the labyrinth and the complex
face of face off face if i had
a face
but i don't have a face
i mean: black men can't grow beards?
that's that Asia joke about ****** hair
because we are the Barbarians and the Asians
can't...
you want a beggie veggie sausage:
Wembley can feel quiet
like home after 17h on your feet
or doing the bare ******* human
minimal bearable against the personal
ok
ok
our lives are ******
but then i think about people smuggling
and visiting brothels and talking to
prostitutes
about chess
i mean:
it's all nice on the fore
but under the neath
it's all nice on the fore
but under the neath
i will be seeing Iron Maiden and buying
a ******* t-shirt
i was at DC3 with Chris
the only Quadrant
at first i said: flip us a coin
in the end i suckered:
but i was asked to:
so Christ managed to get a lift
because AJ lives in Romford:
Harold Hill...
i think we can call it the otherwise: Army...

i think i think
of the Christian Halo
and the Jewish Kippah:
i mean:
if you're going to sleep in
the garden in open air
but it's England so impossible mission
two days
i think we are planning
WE are
planning a Great Surprise for Islam
and the Hindus are Mad
they want to start a war with Iran
my little Africa:
i am Aryan
the Pole who defeated the Second Teutons

oh...
i'll feel at home at Wembley...
when i'm outside the staidum:
pre-paid afrtifacts
artisan i was talking to managemenet
managment
managing
#ugh
dyslexia
i actually did my index and middle
left and right
to indicate #
number
i said: number
like Auschwitz:
i said:           what's your #?
did i ******* ask for your name:
i asked for the names of the supervisors
i was getting the feelz for gross energy
not a spider or a fly or a cat but
a culimnination of all in the frog...
and thinking about trees...

and there: hung above them:
the ego and sword of Democles...
while at the same time
the scythe: not the sickle
of simple question but
rather the question of Socrates
?           ?!
Socratic-Democles...
i maybe forgot his name
from this fraction of Europe:
a New Russia
a New China
and maybe... maybe a New India:
but sooner a New Africa in my vision for
the world
while India secretly feels sorry for Arabia
and how the Indian people feel sorry
for the Arabs
and how they adopted monotheism
and how the Indians fear us
Europeans because we were
given intellectual vigor to combat the spread
of christianity
with the paganism of the vikings
and the lithuanians
there are two Europes to be told:
the Lithuanians arrived at our lands of the feld
of the bread and butter of Poland
and Ukraine:
they came from the forest
deep ****
and there are the English:
the celtic
post-roman anglo-saxons
and the vikings:
so we invited more jockeys
Ask for Keys
from St Peter
your eyes are aflame...
i asked the Huns the Mongolos
and the Sarmatians to come over...

ARBEIT MACHT FREI:
the sacrosanct of the commandment
you will work:
and that bilingual supposed schizophrenic
cipher against the trans lobby
i just thought about the flag
it's wrong
you got the flag wrong
the black pyramid
Lutheran labyrinth of the Igloo and
Goliath met Led Zeppeling
Prism
Luberic Kuberic
i think...
the outer ******* should be white!
you got the concept of sight and colour all wong wok!
you buff guys are idiot!
the pupil at the centre
and your... hmm... proper names:
pink blue brown...

    this.... must be a French virus....
i think about the Hale and Tottenham
and that stand-out world:
gynocentric:
no.... but close enough gentrification:
the class of the gentry
which is the ancient world
for communism and bad measures
of parenthood and ownership to faults...

i found India so pro Islam to the point
of how Europeans think of Christianity
like masochism
sadism
like how the Germans tested the Jews
and i'm getting remains of slaugfhterhauses
and security of crowds:
i have a theory:
because there's the wider context
of Africa and Asia:
how did the Europeans escape the squabbles of
Africa and Asia concerning Europe?
didn't the Europeans:
conquer North America and South America
mostly the North:
so the mix became Africa-America-Asia:
the AAA
  of the debate concerning the vampire zombie
hunters
and be hunted...

      but we wanted to escape:
and when escaping to the moon wasn't enough:
you served us the palette of president
catholic:
and you gave us an Polish a German a South American
a North American pope:
like president eternal:
i like the rigid framework of the lifespan of authority...