To the Father of my fathers father.

 Oh Father of my father,
I have wandered far too far, further into a blight.
Amid the night,
amidst the mist of the midnight-lantern,
I roam,
like a phantom.

     Oh Father of my fathers fathers, darkness has dawned on me.
     In a world where desire victimizes us all, my lust for love has left me
     lost in a lie with a life that questions the true essence of time.

     Oh Father !
     at what cost do my sins separate from solitude ?
 
  I ask not of your affection, I just simply wish to inform that i shall no longer continue my endeavors.
for i am preyed like pirates lost at sea, longing for a lostful gain...
to and fro and back again, to the track where black is but night and day,
Yet the sun has kept its wholesome shine, but still the sons have lost their way.
No wonder some of them lose their eyes, yet questioning but the tide.
Pirates, I pity you.

Goodbye, goodbye all of the noise.

i shall simply drift towards the mist till i meet an end to the earth,
and fall to my destined doom.

"...if a way to the Better there be, it lies in taking a full look at the Worst." — Thomas Hardy

Union desires the ideal.
The ideal, being untenable, victimizes the real.
The real as victim is melancholia.
Melancholia, then, is the loss of the ideal.
The ideal, never being real, is the phantom,
The phantom that confers melancholia.
Lay the phantom? O, Buddhahood
In The Land of Ubiquitous Technology and Reason,
You yourself are now the phantom —
Laying the phantom becomes the phantom.

Fatigue for breakfast.
Exhaustion for lunch.
Dinner was a bowl of captain crunch.

Sleeping kills too much time,
That I thought it redundant.
But maybe I'm just avoiding the plunder
That's nowhere near subtle,
When you burst into my subconscious.
And rake nostalgia
into piles of sentimental movie clips
that could only make me weep.

Nostalgia is incessant.
It victimizes the past
And reminds me of all the things
that didn't last.

Fatigue for breakfast.
Adrenaline for lunch.
Afternoon tea was a joke.
And dinner?
You're a humorous bunch.

When a town goes bad,
It's a bad apple,
Wormy and unsound,
Unwholesome,
Spreading infectious pus
To towns nearby,
Until stench goes up
And out to Heaven.

****** *******,
Immorality,
Weakens and pollutes
The people,
Victimizes the weak,
Tears away civility
To strangers,
Be they men,
Be they angels.

Blight is cleared
From the orchard
By fire....

So ***** and Gomorrah
Went beyond the bounds,
Scoffed at external law,
Imagined no limits...
Were burned by
Falling fire.

No one names a village
***** now;
No cities named
Gomorrah.

A shibboleth,
The uttered names
Of two joined cities
Invoke wisdom
Invoke humility,
Invoke repentance,
Invoke solemnity
Before the tempting
Of  Almighty wrath.

just because i've finally got a handle on life doesn't mean i can go back and redeem what i've lost.
but just so you know, i'm a different person.
whoever you are. even if you're just the void. someone has to know.
i know now what it feels like to talk to someone to victimizes herself in every situation, who pushes off her pain onto someone else, who looks to you to make decisions then blames you for them later.
i know that girl, now.
it's an out of body experience.
and hell, i get it now.
*******.
i can't believe you were able to stand me.
and good on you for not.
so void, black hole of nothingness, ask them. ask me.
i've ******* changed.
and you know what's even better? i don't need your validation, and not in a rude way.
i'm just finally here to validate myself instead of stealing it from your bruised lips.
because i'm me and i'm strong and i'm here if you need me.
but if not?
i'll be okay.
and it feels so ******* good to say that i don't need to worry anymore.
so call if you need me. hang up if you don't.

Sensibility prevailed
the red wall towns and cities
spoke not to their faces but in their votes
we don't buy lies and delusions anymore here
give us the Blues not the cabals of sexist racist corrupt liars
the flat clapped anachronistic gangs of bovver boys posing as politicians

the gangster Party wearing a new face
are again begging for votes to be mayors of our cities
see Liverpool now in another hands because corruption rules
how many more are hidden that those they serve don't see or know
they keep us down to use and exploit while screaming people power
they bring you red roses and shave off the thorns for those wise to them

these are people who rule by fear
for most lack knowledge or finesse of good leadership
its gangster style, thuggery, bullying, smearing and hounding
horse trader politicians with the paranoia of the consummate fakes
duplicitous, conniving, divisive, they breed envy and hatred to rule
and as Putin and all red leaders they line their pockets without guilt or shame

their crimes you see all the time
done for creating false voters in East London
what good party victimizes an innocent man, starts a campaign
to drive him mad, stating its a psyche war, is this what politics is
look how they ruined and besmirched some MP in false *** probes
Leon Brittan died being falsely labelled a child *** molester, poor man

This Precious Nation
does not deserve gangster politics by gangster politicians
we are mother of democracy and we abide by consensus politics
we believe in freedom liberty and equality for all our citizens no bars
we do not do gangster politics and certainly not thuggery and intimidation

the choice is yours, use your votes wisely.........

No substance or depth to them
yet they attempt to minimize
they are the shallows in shallow

Lightweight minds in flimsy holds
reasoning and comprehension limited
incapable of progressing standards
mired in the instabilities of their status quo

The belligerent beasts emerges uncouth
front-line Activism with illogical whims
the paranoids manifests the blame culture
its all the faults of the elitist the entrepreneurs

Riled, roused by ignorance and complexes
social insecurities and limitations victimizes
herded and programmed Bolsheviks snarling
beasts with no substance or depth, simpletons

Over here their now leader is a millionaire
as was the two before the previous one
all privately educated, am alright jacks
Putin has wealth and riches beyond measure
Xi Jinping lives in a mansion in Savile Row suits

Our front line losers are fighting neighbours
talking **** and doing turds as they become dungs
ignorance is a disease and how they infect each-other
power to the people, solidarity, revolution, yadda yadda
Oh, what a pity,...No substance or depth to them