Can I talk to God
Like you?
Not if you are a believer
In things not Jew.
Then there is no path
Past the Prasad
For the driver of economic ruin
That left me in life so hard.

I do not mean to ruin you,
But I do not wish success to all the time:
In case you find mortality
Treats you and your family and friends just fine.
But God spoke to me and said do the same
& then he collapsed my little brain.

In 2002 I was a wandering alone in my mind
Through the hilltops of the Lake District
With a couple of friends of my own

Zones
The home phone
Districts like the Apaloosa apology for a decade of being home by my alone.
You and you squandered me and my alone time
You said that sayeth was enough for thine and some My Girl time.
How can I beach this boy
When I float so abstract from reality with the real boys.
What is the real?
How does it feel?
Can people rescue seals,
If nature does not feel?

Then amongst the waters of Ganges
O’ Mother there was your art
I saw the world blown apart
Misery knew mystery & simplicity had come through
Too many tell tales had broken through: I know about you
20 years on
Same song
Nothing is wrong
Paypal went wrong – The same old song,
Actors have been healing long time.

Thus was the show stolen
By a man down below
When a Bard got trapped by some soccer skills
When a Yogi looked for a Yoni in the Punjab many years ago.

Matter knows master to the degree that numbers are spoken
And today’s gestured psychology is Indian Self Help for estrangement to law the broken.
Chisels & ice
The end of the road would be nice
Mothers and Fathers
Don’t know the division that is hard enough
Break the attachment
Swim to the Swami
Krishna told Arjuna
Never abandon The Father {or your army}.

How did He do it? Old Govinda, savoir faire
Did he wait for men like me to shave my hair.

Tempo
The go
Hassle free economics
Gita Land and a time I know

I do not spend money well
The dole people know that
Investment Tracker
My bad moods are tracked to base things
Porn in the lavatory with George Michael is not one of them
For that time in Soho at Lupo when a man attacked me:
Wail! What my luck brings!!
Homosex, Srila Prabhupada was the ex-merchant
Of Deliveroo economics before the gig was up
That Krishna had broke rank from the Fall of Man
To find feet in the shoes off Oxford Street for some to feel complete.
What was that beat, on HMV, before Store Street?
How was that book on the instead, good stead,
Life saver crew
For the friends in me
That could have been you:
Role reversal
Exorcism
Real mad jizzims
Looking for a Maharaja to fulfil things big.

Jigga / My Nigga
What is Shree Guru to you / Pharcyde & Jazzmattaz
Spaz! This is not twister
For Hurricane Katrina and that judgemental sister
Betty Shabbaz
Did you read her well, those riots and keep quiets?
1,000,000 man march
April showers
Nature’s hours
Nations are go
When Islam is a post-Malik show.

Time moves on and sex is still embarrassment
For what solitary wanderings away from the maddening crowd might have meant.
How do you do it?
What does it mean?
When it comes to Astral Projection, do you clean you thoughts
Or are your hearts kept clean,
By Angels who fought Demons to keep warring off you
By the Bipolar Crew who wanted to take a look at you.

Rape: The Final Frontier of Act/ Intention + Judgement in the hands of the …
These are the voyeurisms of the journey yet to be taken.

What do you know about it?
Who are you to say?
One day there was not so much knowledge
As when unfamiliar faces had space on their phone to have some say.

So stay well and travel safely for quicker than your average carriage
Across the sea storms of silent strewn time for some samosas and carnage
Of what Mata can deliver instead of Siddhis when she likes the look of my packed sandwich.
That may be a way of putting it, carrying things back and forward to youth with some aplomb
And reminding my childhood of primary things and when it was fun to not eat the plum for some chocolate.
Can kids eat chocolate if they come to you too, asked The Guru one night…?
Only if tomorrow is forever, replied wisdom, when I tucked my shopping sprees in myself nice and tight.

Those sounds are thoughts that the singular Doctors calls voices
And there are a few consequences for karma before the Devis of life lived with premature choices.