Something stinking this way comes
not just the nausea of cobblestone
on Sundays and all public holidays
'neath the stairwell of insidious intent
hooked onto the static line for ages
the suicidal fish sinks deeper in the
pool of bile but cannot drown, so he
toes the line of the drama queen via
the lament-laden path trodden by
god's servant, past the corner where
foreignicating correspondents collide,
turn right or left – doesn’t matter
which way he chooses, it’s wrong.

The misfortune of being missed by
a Fortuner, he proceeds to jump off
Tilak Bridge and is hit by Range Rovers
endeavouring to hit and run after
the mundane Meru that lost its wind
shielding itself from the tyranny of
daddy's little boys with flaccid toys and
***** mouths and itchy trigger fingers,
misadventure interrupted they pause to
douse the flames of the dying but
urea isn't carbon dioxide; it's piscicide.

Something Kafkaesque calls him but it's
masked with the aroma of ******* served
in the nick of time from 22 through 71,
past Lahore Chowk down Baker St.
Pedestrian rat on the wrong side of
a one-way expressway to your skull
about turn into pitch black cul-de-sac,
scurries in through the out grille gushing
acerbic symphonies from the basement,
storm-water drain up against the tide,
never learnt to swim yet he tries.

After a while, she'll be home and dry.

The low ceiling makes him slouch
in and out through endless maze,
daily grind never takes a break
no room to turn around walk out,
yet again he forgets not to stretch
yet another fresh bump on his skull
now there are four score maybe more
benign, perhaps, who knows?
rats can't scan, only cats can.

The ache's spread to the limbs
the head and the hypertensive heart
then anterior now posterior
the costive claustrophe bleeds again,
it's a duct with a view downstairs,
he's a ****** not entirely by choice,
tom cat jerry kitten eating in and out
the pie is beyond grasp, at the exit
lies a mousetrap sans the bait,
nothing else for him to do but
work his fingers to the bone.

One day the Holiest-Psalms "ORĪSHA'NLÀ"
who inspires Ideas in sequence
"that everlasting existence" was walking,
and he found sitting in one corner
the four wealthiest men of the Universe, Realm World & Entire-territory
showing their prowess
of the richness of their fares,

The Dinosaur of Isa-riot was there
the ruler of the eth-air
the sharkwhale was there
the ruler of the cloud
the Pheonix was there the ruler of the °cord-Lightning
& even the dragon the ruler of the outer speace,
Ap3Rook the ruler of Hidden fire

They were all friends whose bond stick closer than blood
& brothers who stay firmly together
even in adversity
their absorption is absolute
far greater than couple Union,

This was their conversation;
the Owner has taught perfectly
about knowing woman,
truly he has established every Business
even the electro-mechanezium
are not new to him,
Consider how he formed the ant
& established their ways
then you'll realise
he already set everything in place
before we existed in the womb of everlasting existence.

This is the Temple with the
Arch Angels,
The Cherubim & Seraphim Shrine,
The Igumen Throne,
The homly Garden Oró's.

Our Lord is an oriented spiritual frequency who has made his Royal priest pearls of lightning,

Our God is a rivers of supernatural ideas that never runs dry,
he has made even his Angels firery flames,

An everlasting awaken conscience
is our Father °Inspiratory
even his christ are pure white clouds,

Our King is a perfect & true Mystic
his princes are ascended wind,

These are they who squart as lotus blooming before the thorns & thistle.
These are they who stand as chariot Unicorn with wings before the ShrineTemple,
These are they who lie down in the garden of green irie pasture,
These are they who sit highly exalted in their throne room,
& They who bow down before the orb & sceptre of A-cane & A-bell.

I speak as;
the Conscious Conscience that Inspires Spiritual Order in the Supernatural Realm.

Le-Ithiel - the One who is the Oath of Principles & Laws of Sequence,
Jakeh - the One who is free from illitracy & immorality,
Ha-***** - the One who bore the yoke of Err & Imbalance,
Agur - the Advice compiler; who first gathered maxims,
We-Ukal - A Leader; Hu the Author.Creator.Owner.Ruler.
Ishàaca The clock compass cost.

To every matter there is a 6,9,7,0,°1 then a Zillion foe err.

I speak of the transfiguration of;
iANOVH in his temple with his Celibate Monks
MOSES in his shrine with his Beatified Rigourous Saints 
& PAUL in his garden with his Burdensome & Travailing Revivalist
ELI-JAH in his throne with his Ascetic & Stoic Philosophers
Yes, I speak as their One & only begotten.

Where have you been
Our Pal-A1 they said;

we have explored the earth
& brought to light all that is hidden
& still did not find you,
we have gathered
the wind in our palm
in search of you,
we even ascended
to the highest cloud of heavens
to see if you will be there,
we descended to the depth
of the dark waters
still we found nothing,

I returned from nothing
measuring & measuring
scaling & scaling
I replied.

I found wanted
Prostitution, rehabilitation,
seduction, poverty, corruption,
& pride death-dirt.

Remember how you formed
the entirety from void
out of °corded lightening our Lord,
how you created the universe
from the Heavenly cloud AbbaFather, from the orb & sceptre of el-eth my King,
how you garnished
everything from outerspace
in the beginning
oh God

this children eth-err has deliberately
forgotten my Law
how by your word
the heavens came into being
& the earth was formed & life founded.

wherefore I became nothing
that nothing might be lost
Thou Almighty Supreme
Greatest & FearfulOne.

Remember how you taught me
the highest of treasure
is to have 6 before 7 & I'll be respected,
the most important
is to be able to dissolve any issue
°corded,
the greatest is to show care at all time
nothing can be more valuable,
& Inner calmness is priceless
the richness of it's smile
never to be bargain.

they who brag to be stars
to be gods/goddess
to be angels
to be kings & queens

Are marely
demons

The fools say education
is not useful anymore,
Prayer warriors are broke,
Monks will not make frair list,
Angels will be their bodyguard servant,

Your stigmata is nolonger a sign
the tilak has no more value
education is now a thistle
& respect have completely disappeared
all that is left are thorns.

But as for me I was warned,
all that is left are slaves
to vanity.
the old occupies space
their young cannot wait to do the same.