Riches are in store for the boasts of those who know more
Than decency and manners. Politeness in their hands needs justifying.
D’youthink? … That’s crap that is! Let’s see it then.
You’ll keep your financial abuses forever tied in your language uses
I never believed a religion.
Dumb as an ass following your own tail!
Wait a Zillion and prayers are all you have
Love.
1 nothing is for free £ Mayavadist Trillions
2 no thing – £ Ontology Trillions
3 nothing – £ Buddha Trillions

1 We’re worried about that, you’re so entitled
2 We’re worried about that, you’re such a star
3 We’re worried about that, you have a bile duct
4 We’re worried about that, you want a car

If something hurts me I trash it
Even if it is myself
Then I’ve no them with said graven image
I’m just free of Buddha’s hell.

When the medicine is made fun of
By the Masters,
Invited thousand years ahead by book writers
To times in recent years
Leading conferences
With blonde ambition for past lives.
The world of fruition of the word “spiritual”
Is to be Rad. Cool.
“Religion” is thus morally bankrupt
So stuff like ‘space in the mind’ can be chatted
And energy with the mind is splatted
If the body is attacked by medics worse.
Then home, nurse and psyches body talk is forced.
Insurance unlike The Hippies do not make the worst.
You are not the body
&
You are the body
Money.
Pregnancy is not free.
Gynecology was linguistically created above Soft Kitty and
Pussy!
What temple will I look good saying this in?
The aspirant, the aspirins and my sinful music and DJ Friend.
afraid of monastery…
“Hurry Up Please It’s Time”.
Attack of the Lotuses is funny sci-fi rhyme
Sex and monks with horny action movies time-
afraid of The Vatican..
Is that why he said the phrase was “Hackney Carriage”?
Phrase World War Three is so our time when
World War Three never ended.
Deaths and graves
Disturbed.
Pope John Paul II finds
{Intrusion of CAMERA: Flash Grenade!!
#Smart Phone killed the comedians and stars~
‘Save yourself: I am the Saviour (I am the Buddha)’
Rush All for Love, Romance and Death}
without Papal History prayers are ended.

Why ‘consciousness’ when ‘wise consciousness’ will do?
Is the graveyard shift to a British “hello” to you!
Get me to the cemetery there are only 20 counties I know,
And from there I will not tell of what goes on down below.

Fractal imaginings and a horror called my own
Bones and the threading,
Bedding down the youngest sort for another round
After no more nights on the Oxford gowns.

Time like a cornerstone without a more obliged sort
To be bought for a shilling and a coin collection
Owned by Old Mother Hubbard abusive in her friends’ cupboard
Imagined to the being by the… thankless majority.

Idi Amin is not the rappest
If I am not the greatest
Spiegel and Arvo Paart
Play the [              ] machinists, it is from your F1-Key
Politics without heart.

A heart without politics is the emptiest debasement of importance
But one filled with love slept well since I meant more than 2 pence.

The language game was created so their Lord could be debated
When belief is barely rated with complex ideas about the Created.
What did it take to join a clan who argued from Scotland to Pakistan?
About sword war to defeat the Guns of the Navarone
So spoilt kids in middle age could be home internet alone.

What’s in between you and me
Said Me.
When I am for you you are against
Paint and a white picket fence.
Certainly.

Ludgwig’s greatness over time should make it great.
The problem is the world
God cannot be heard when the Word is not found
of meaning.. I was not there so I’m not so sure that is what you should have heard at all
Personal
‘The Problem of Language’: Academia vs the sex sandwich
Books are published
Both are around.
How much money for the hilarity
Of a God who took identity from a book lightly?

I have a fancy and fame is against me
Everything I did for a day went wrong.
My song wasn’t on the radio and my boyfriend wasn’t available
The phone call wasn’t my longing and my belongings didn’t fit in.
Now that is I’m fit with the joggercise and with it
The kids are looking better with my age, not his.
The random card night and player card shark
Is my concern with the future of what’s his.
Would I have owned my children if he didn’t get me?
For land in the past and expensive families.
Was it fair demotion of my emotions all my quiet youth?
To have to regress with psychiatrist around to the unknown when I was uncouth?
I zip my jeans when the other’s button flied
What’s in my eyes with the Old Testament name and ‘Levi’.
My fame that day didn’t fit for the flab
That inconsiderately caressed my waist after last night’s dinner address – across the table.

Ownership
Fame at T.V. meals isn’t Abel.
What crap did you swallow for the bird Eve to leave you hollow?
Destroying meaning and feeling isn’t clever
The Tomahawk is more than sin.

Come and accuse my mentality
Of inappropriateness.
With whom shall you address me?
I am without dress.
The words are not there to impress me.
Would you like Guru or Bhagwan for a Rishi in the sea?
How did it get from up there to colloquiality?
The mendicant’s I
Is now free.

As time has evolved, Buddha has sung his song
To celestial ladies with now Raag
If the staged spinners break legs
In Westminster with mayonnaise and egg
Can RadhaKrishna come along?

Tut. Tut.

A language game in England is not man enough for me
What Hindu city can the Guru Buddha be?
When the Creation is from Him and our thoughts are under his Master
Can M.P.s proceed to help with healthcare?
With little ones and absent alabaster.

Intelligent design has had an ambitious time
Trekking stars with no progress report of their sections.
How many denominations hand out developed magazine inventions
As Witness and Jehovah’s stands outside Birmingham City’s Library entrenchment.

Within this unremitting remit is an example to us all
Of the lecturers annoying premise in the Mrs for un-accentuated Fall.
Thou Shall Not! (FORBID vs RECOMMEND) Has Nature been eye-split
When Prakrti abounded to the chief of sinners, the word has investigated it.
256 Lands X 10,000 years
ISKCON, The Son of Man and educational fears (arrears?).

I am not the fiction that you see
Before me is what is before me,
That I had not thought to describe
When your sales didn’t set me free
Ad. you have analysed my wants
Teaching back.
Melud loves me babies
Add that to your Conspiracy.

If you were the master of your own house
Laws & Manners would speak for themselves
~Voice is not authority
Halsbury’s Statues and Volumes are
Spare the legal Pariah and Penniless from afar.
Putting yourself forward to me.

~Fancy words don’t set no Guantanamo free
Mad Max & Kleen Ex’s
Said I am not Adam and Eve’s Sexes.
What have your bodies to do with me?
I have bodice online for viewing.
69 troupes a dancing; La Cirque de Soliel marketing and designing
Originality is causal talk.

Agents of orange [               ] organs
Said one man is all persons
And YouTube is successfully not free.

You’ll see. Success.
One way or another
You’re mother’s present with [                  ].

Smells and sights and sounds
When the dogs have been cleared of their supremacy as animal example
And the inane conversation has been had
May the force be with you so wellness can be holy in print.

These matters were the most altruistic
And the identity of their Lords was most historic.

The poor will starve well
The Shanti absolves the Shanty
Humour and knowledge will be ripe.

Fame and the scrappers who need the High Street
Will learn how to spoil it finely,
What identity do they need you all to see?
And song to sing back to them –
The one that belittles your love.
Ticket prices and receipts held on to
Tax break for idol wanker and the cosmic mistake

Cosmic and The Ancient…
How quaint to be alive in the landing culture
Of universal dissent.
What my cash lived for and what my money meant –
I would DO IT for free!
Swami sexy money
Taxes paid ego
Break and trusts – why bother with the news for their fuss:
The voices of conscience below us who don’t know the reality
The sights the smells of Love

Mumtaz’s armpits … (unshaven)
The unleavened bread breeding Mary’s high achievement
The swirl of Radha’s unmarried lawing the population increase
His potency increases …
And I am allowed all.
Democracy and Modi’s wall
Yoga teacher … leave the kids alone!

Proud is the drawing of drawls,
The status will be here soon.
My medical Dr and big house
With which I prove the poor loon.

Why shouldn’t it be so?
Vasudeva was the spell
One word
Claiming love at first sight for the Himalayas
And Om as the sacred right.

The magic is stored and abuses are funny
But when the former is unknown
Look around and see the Westernisation of Colonial History.

A flick of the hair and a yoga crash of flailing insult to any who are aware
And Shiva is the knowledge of Brahma’s heads and Vishnu’s arms
So nothing wrong was spoken by an Indian person
To spend well with white buddies ever for the what law of Non-Harm.

Guru and a walk in personal touch
With a liar on the couch
Love swami and laughter
What has sex to do with the bad arrangement?
Smells and sounds are the right way aren’t they Boss Man?
You need my love tonight,
It feels right
Here are the fees
It’s tantric history.

Kali was a fiction, your right is the religious diction
We’ll laugh one day together
Death is a happy event …
Your knowledge of Samsara is what my fate and destiny meant sending me to TV
With you
The mirror reflects my face
You reflect my goals.

One day, I have thought the path well for the fames all around
That my speech will be blackmail
“Call me Ishmael!”

How sweet the smells …
How rich will be the after-life
Help me defy the strife and wield what the poor don’t need.
You’re where around the Power needs to be
The outside needs to be inside with you
Let me be there with you: Being there with you
I hear you keep ‘The Bhagavad Gita’ with you?
Is Jesus good leader man too?

I’m a Scholar and Philosopher!
Stoned with the raves travelling like babbling brooks
Over the land with empty fallen hundreds and thousands.