Rerun the native route through the archived files of walkthrough woodlands that deprive me of a heritage and a good name,
Tell of my fame
Sell me some games and come to me for more when it is Christmas time for the I that is in a Christ.
That is my Self, unwell with the story of too many horror nights looking for what is right in the ankle of a body that is not white or right before the black man.
Understand
God has a master plan. There are times in the life that the right road will not appear before you and you must live a little and see what the world has to offer.
That is the profession that was uneducated before the planes brought the briefcases for short stays with the women who lay the schools to waste,
In the poste haste of a marsh and a swamp with a dusky rise of warm steam stemming up from the land so that vapour makes fear possible that you are not enough.
Be enough in life and you will see the nothingness that stands next to me
Be empty and life will be see by the consciousness that requires robotic histories.
Gathering steam I head around the countryside and feel confident of international demure demagoguery that one day the landscape will solve one question:
Why did he do that to me?
No-one owns the landscape
For if the map is not the territory then the intellectual story before me is an Indian affair with the Partition of Logic that depreciates he English of Kings and the Philosophy of Greeks.
Many came to sell the tweak on a barney and a rubble about the trouble it cost to swell the most from sugar,
Little buggers
The chips were down when the gamble was found to the slowest coaches fathoming the village green maiden wonderfully accepting of faith and heraldry,
Much was sawn through
And the marrow was eclipsed by a commercial venture to entrust untruth to adventure that Pound could balance Rupees if the Dollar was sold for free entry into debutante Vedic cults of sallow initiation for visitations from Royal Rajah and Desperate Rani.
Thus was the West wild when the winds were unspoken
Thus were the trends Bonds, Stocks, Gilts and Loan Notes when the shimmering sands of Bombay were broken
By the Trojan Horse and the melodic voice
Of another Devi who knew how to smile.

This while the lowest loved three things more than fashion: Trade, Walking and Reading – and they still carry on to this day,
These days the world has sense to hear the reckoning of New Ages here and New Ages there,
So the clouds hide things in Christ & the Emperor of The Vatican calls nobody back on time for their jobs that are crimes around the Sistine Chapel Michelangelo never painted.
God never fainted with his neck held back and Black Mambas travel quickly than Michelangelo on walking on his way back home after a day being held by The Lord.
Imagery and metaphor thus competed with poverty and muscular dystrophy as the western women danced in the ballgowns provided by Bhagwan for some harm to contemporary custom.
Close the door on the way out
And they went to America to lean on the Twist and Shout.

Sheds are then embedded in the gardens of men who will not harden their muscle to tissue and fuck the sound of women speeding the motorways of juggernauts that classify Jatts,
No garden is complete without some flowers for your coffee table and the book’d come from [                 ] if the copywrite can be fair for affairs –
Blacks, Whites, Browns can know Red and Yellow for the sample of a “Hello” and more time smiling than the pills they popped trying to be known
All flown home [The Class of 2000] Leonardo ate Pistachio and lent on secrets for Victoria
Then would grow an Emporium based on C’s and grades at school_

Some typos could not make it to a typewriter in the potters shed for sadness in the aftermath of what was shared beyond commonality and acquired skills
Families had thrills and the magic of celebrity dusted the jackets of men importing Humous for humungous megalomania abroad in the land of resolve and swords.

What began with travel and trade will not fade and life will know the measle of meaning to the end of time for the whitest wine and
famous-est climate
But Mother India will not by foggy about that marsh that was bogged down when Moseley was Tolkien’s acquired taste.
Such is the cost of fighting hard for snowy frost and demeaning some Art to mere Christianity,
But if C.S. Lewis is lost amongst the wars in heaven with Excalibur’s cost, then bandits are regaled for some frugality.
The salt of the earth, the noble hearth, men not allowed a shallow bath in the rivers without tales of good givers better than the statue at home now sold as a gnome,
Men called to the frontline for finding the time to speak of influence and the modest sense that man could make a difference to land
Where the most beauty was: Upstanding and righteous the vicious affliction of love.
What was it all for but a better view and a remote clause in a contract with a servant on all fours
The end of the day was not always a sexual stand off
Keep the phones off the same turf wars as the blacks and blondes and whores if Vegas sells gas at so many Dollars to an Iranian inspection.
Thus was the dejection around the classrooms for an internet interjection on their viewing and revision habits about Holocausts that need bad rabbits
To jump and bound like listless clowns down the hillside of the lifelines that show the world to be fine under a notice of sun and worshipped sensuality.
The biggest sexuality then is for me with the orange’d mixing of colours paletted in the imagination of tomorrow’s betterment on my naïve proof that youth does occur when the clemency of Krishna is laughed at long enough,
Balls in the rough and Golf not for me: What, then, was the plan of everyman investing in [             ] Second City?

Armies have long travelled since the airs granted safe passage and the Bermuda Triangle lost track of those without a litigious time track
What was to become of them? If they were stolen from karma and found wandering lakes so placid that Egyptians picked up the cost for Colonial dramas?
Thus predisposed was the Roman in the treasure trove for his understanding to have a premonition about how to impress the place with more space and leave India some centrality to meaning and men, but it could not be Armageddon again.
Those songs demonise the Violet Flame and tell my name again about the seldom strained attitude of long forgiving when the city was not explored for work while I was grieving
Long years lost
I would that you knew the cost and a beyondness beyond money without onlookers looking in that said that time could be funny without the company of Bombay Gin
Settlers beware of the evil stare from the matrix of a laboratory staring at you every Friday night when the time is right down the roads and lanes of town
Where they say there is some gain in a chance meeting with an extra pint.
Then the time is compliant with the energies of the room and some suspicious slips and slept gowns that do not approve of deep talk or polite political tracts.
These acts of mine are in my own hands like a knife with a Scabbard from the Taj Mahal stands
Where a pen had glass in it again
Remind Shah Jahan of his corporate strain to fund an apocalypse of the imagination
To love one woman more than his nation.

Those were the hellos and goodbyes of a failure to try to accommodate the past with a blast from his casket.
Depression not since 11, Bipolar not so long disordered: More wrong than a money tree for the yogi online to go sell up and travel free
Across ‘Home’.
This is your home where you belong and Thoreau knew Whitman for the price of Emerson’s clown.
For when the chips are down and the bankruptcy is spent
Nobody will know what those half-Gods might have meant.
Travel to Tibet and travel back and forwards, they have learned to laugh at flags so they can be forward.
Sigh and the girl swoons and begin again from 1947 and there is no economy in the room but a prettiness accompanies the woman with £50 million.
Did you star in their eyes when Handsworth was deprived a movie magazine for some hospitable scene?
Was their a Long Island Ice Tea for the privity of counsel to arouse a dumb waiter to listen to your finger rim a glass for an hour of Pinter laughing on his arse?
Dance for me now, [                ] leads to others for a [                ] and some toilet brethren respect.

Can you read?

Deck the halls with bells and whistles there are thistles that will become His new thorns
The month is not yet mourned when He was dead for all that emerged when The Bachchans earned from depleted and deleted.

Cut taxes. Blame Reagan. End credits. Sue Buddha.

Nobody fought a fight beyond the recognised escape that taught was the language of the bought souls sold out in the end of the accredited race.
These were the deep moorings of sided philosophies where the negativity was inside me by the wayside of a no-lane and a highway to hell.
What cityscape swelling for the superhero concept to dwell in the opening of young hearts for the outpost to know a rifle and some darts?
Nothingness and emptiness with the golf swing of placard holding mentors who’s incredible statements and statistics banked on black all the while.
Nothing smiled and cricket was played; the land was laid for a grave to Uncle Sam.
This then became the land the Prophecy spanned of eight, nine and ten being as good as one, two and three
Until something was for me or the me who was outsourced to Bangalore from Blighty.
Nothing is the land that has come upon thee
Nothing is all that personality
Smile and your name may be taken
Smile and the coals of other people’s forests may awaken some dense deep knowledge of what you’re not entitled to.
Reviews and news bloated on Colonial goat and cheese, wine that pleased, debts underground in cellars founded on the wealth of nation that hates a school playground…
… predict a grade/
Fade to grey.

Light again is not new to my brain amid the challenges ahead to find appreciation
What is a nation?
This will start all over again and the method will be introduced from those too rude to offer food.
Sustenance was located before the image was sold
The traveller knew manners before his fighting was emboldened by the gun and the shots on a line for marbles in the mind that the Buddha can find for too soon a reopening of Postcolonial seepage.
These are the errors causing a brain to secrete the visible treatment of a pathless land
These are the lands of new time, explored first time, without the balance of a healthy re-run for some editing fun so that the laptop can collapse and lunch can be a pizza in the oven.
If these are not the fun times then what is the point of punishment?
If these not the ominous times then where is the land that holds portents for commissioning more evil than this not pen on the said not-Thane of a cordial greeting of a neo-liberal strain?
So many irrevocable questions that do not meet the importance of a waistband with a garter next door:
Who lives in the house over the road?
The Samurai and toad could cross the road one day for the halls that were older than a courtyard to house schoolboys in their youth.
Mixed messages from cross purposes for the singles and couples in unity purpose schools, told of fools with golden beginnings that had a good innings with some healthy tea in between a cricket match.
Such was the dispatching into life from a free holding of a wife to be promised to the new opportunity that became someone else’s green lawn
So much greener than a warning from the Mental Health dawning of an age interested in my Beloved.
Typical, now I am shoved
The renegade will outshine the retrograde that balances scales of justice for the NHS to be it’s own land in the I.P. understanding of blocking the road to abroad.
These are the swords of Jesus’s
These are the sands of time
These are gaols of the hallowed tortured chambers
These will be the recruitment grounds of Navy Seals.
For if the weather outside was frightful and the inner-world of Indian sceptics was delightful then merriment can outlaw the cowboys and old bores
Who wore a costume too long before the meridian for Sun and Moon to challenge Gopal.
Those stars were not made taking too far when the act of literary clasping to his story was no mystery to the misery of seeing the soil cave into burning molten lava.
Mahabharata drama and the Song of Myself is complete. I need not be older than 1923 – Give me a Bilbo Baggins and some red shoes to be replete of wisdom and I will sell some ties for Theodorn.
Control the horn of ivory and see the greed within thee: Tomorrow may not come all too soon for a fresh editor to give the rebirthed self a boon.
Thus was the land won off Transcendentalists to steer cars past Faulkener’s wrath so that verse could hassle the freedom of men bound in hearse to where Prince’s had disguised good and evil.

So see the sea and welcome a traveller for a vinegar of love that carries me farther to a new port in an India beyond the name of a fashionista.
Blisters and Ashtanga, Sannyasi and the Master Blaster, there was one six I hit when the rivet was not in the known of a premeditated blow against the fence.
Can you fence in defence of Delhi?
Do you dance like a Belly Dancer who is smelly?
Then maybe it is you who did not ‘teach’ me what is true in the names that would profit me distress.
Undress the land of India and plan a match for 2047 where the seventh heaven of premonition and pre-invention can deliver stations from angry victims,
Cross with the midway time of a century ruled by rubies and emeralds without pearls in oysters that shine.
If you place a pebble on a beach, that is mine: But if you roll out the diamonds like a Roman candle in the rough of Ambe Valley, what can I dance to but a rude tune about you?
Mother and India while Africa is shadow
Go to tomorrow for a repeat of my feet on the same carpet without a white washed wall to call my own
Wooden floor
I am no more
I have prudently purchased all that I wanted
Glaze the shiny surface with my karma and earnest blessing for more than window dressing in a lively display of affection for the working class/ Sudra.

I knew her, the mannequin in [               ], she was not Vasya class
But if Uncle Vanya met Vasudeva then she lost her job (and was out on her arse).
Such is the strain of a repetitive brain that excites as easily as a non Yeti yogi
Not seen but not heard and filled with the appearance and reality dichotomy that is values for pounds and pence outside of the Theatre of the Absurd.
Man was not built to be
Trees were not cut down to see
Heresy and self sacrifice and the death of a crucible for one’s wife; spare me the prosecution of poetry for absolution of what was not in me before, when I walked by your door:
Mr Pride, Envy, Jealousy, Greed
Sell that ticket to Radio 4s internet feed.
One day I went walking as far as I could and found myself lost in the webmaster’s world
Who said to me what useful trickery have you for your life now that you have outgrown the boredom of pornography for conflict, Maya and strife?
Sales, knowledge and magic carpet ride – for stillness yet to descend from Muhammed for being the repeated pride of Allah and a nuanced son after all that India had just begun.
Did you know Jesus will not accept you if you do not believe, He is the only Son of God without a black seed?
So far does intellect stretch that wonders are beyond even this world as men demolish schools to sit {Sat Chit Ananda} beside girls.
And on that day I did not find my effort rewarded by electricity governed by a magical biospehere that was kind to my metabolism…
… What is a poem that mentions over-medication and attempted homicide?
… Are you a weakling who is a pussy if Carbimazole is more than your imaginary friend for Depakote to handle the Olanzapine and Risperidone?
Deep Throat ran for years, but I could not find The World Service for all my tears in a bucket that life was in need
Stead, fastness, horses and the Lake District merged with The Grand Canyon: ‘What do you live for?’ Again, the Dr, the Middle Way and New Labour
What tense days are these for a vital lesion of pleasing a master too late to find originality?

(Self is Published. December 2020)

Independent Publishing

Waters

So the flow of rivers is not looked at and all is work when One was play for the fort around the heart of London
Blow the beast, Blow the beast
Gallow in the hole
Celebrate your only goal.
When the world came to know the shackles around the fashion shows the Soccer Moms knew privacy so they said to me:
Play, enjoy, have fun & deliberate
Now is the winter of 2020’s meditations on your role to see the object said the be of medicate.
Indian City
Role upon me. Plaything of Arjuna for the prescriptions that are free of drama and unholy karma matched by a courage around the world so fair as the young Englanders who knew India with more than blonde hair.

How was the world one before history was one?
How were the girls fun before misery was two (or three)?
Anything is free when you are a millionaire honey bee but nothing counts for the goal when you are over the hill and too old.
Death Camps from the troops of 2012
Water is now available if the Nile is fed with health and wellness and the Jyoti light, praying to Krishna for a fight and some tight clubs all night long.
Nothing is then the song with a globalised account of the football banging on for some new kids account in the sales job that Birmingham cannot feed
Creed me an M.P. on the targets scene.

What did they say a rhyme was and how did they mime a prosaic account?
Were the lines as funny as often dull trolls following me and my others about?
Face and duck, see and interpret; Wonders from an Asian who was not Indian Dick Turpin.
These are the times of getting it right when the Thames is laid back
For a new generation of over the hills to help fix the leaks of aristocratic Men in Black.
Search as much I find for an England of the descriptive kind it’s all the same to Estate and money that is his mate –
Sell, buy, sell, buy, sell, buy and the rhyme is in reach
Mariners have yachts beyond the complexity of deep waters
Down South is next to Israel for the maps of Jerusalem’s daughters.

Maybe a lamppost but not the adjacent compost in the shop that is shut,
But something needs reality but me to help with the persistent “Yes. But…”
Misdirection leads India nowhere
Immigration gets them home from school extra early.

Beware the extra mile
Running will be right behind you
Tyrants had camps and stayed indoors
The violence of man is not through.
Is that about you?
Your identity is safe with me
We’ll call it 2 in the morning & you are still not famous on ITV.

Fires will burn and the stage is set for a return to Jalandhar
Grown up ages of man have been plundered since the call of a waste against a wall for the chatterbox to know all in amateur combat that attracts attention beyond verse;
Man’s hearse is the voice box of an Ox that defends totalitarian as the right to be a barbarian…
… So they said, so well read, so few feed people in lounges with lunges and big lungs untired by their effect on the environment with cared and cried for liars.
After dinner triers and people with State names
The street is not important if a drug is your English name.
These things take time & crimes are registered by the significant
Keep count of the Countess and Count if you want [            ] to change the Law.

The Calling of Poetry

A home was not a home until I found it again after being expelled for not writing good enough verse
The landowner was a Monarch and that said person was envisaged as being wanted of a better scribe
So I graduated from a Non Magnanimus University and came loudly in the form of the opposite sex
To re-enrich myself from the marrow of life others had found when I was too young to follow in their footsteps.

Thus began my initiation into poetry: Somewhere while about the shops of the towns of Birmingham, London and Oxford where I am now found an expert in tomorrow’s embarrassment on India.

It remains to be seen
Seen, my Lord?
Seen.
That worth is not the ecumenical matter of Church borrowing from State when you can insert the imagery of your choosing and call Social Media your master
But there is no Social Media, my Lord!
Not in India tomorrow.
Nevertheless.
Or anyhow.
Which one of us said anything is clearly a matter for poetic discourse when the next phone comes out of Postmodern pricing indexes containing Manga and Lava.

The mirror flipped twice and the two men parted from the castle top in the real image of my dream
The place where I know too many solid hours, contemptuous sully and crowned defiance of time to the honour of every ballot of my own importance,
Valour, Chivalry, Cantankerousness… Bonking and Shagging: All denied a British Asian descending into an infertile imagination where the lawn is not cut at Trent Bridge any better than the population married harmony on Sunny Prestatyn.
Do you get that I am both in and not in, in the weened and pruned scene alone in my bedroom zone,
Or am I being obsolete with the deletion of my erection of phallically applications on the twilight zone of famous enough for the now and not advertising Bombay Mix.
Thus I pick up the River Styx and squire an hour for the Indigo Tower to advance one step to see if there is a likeminded person, a kindred soul:
Can hope make colloquial Art my saviour and common goal to raise a petite vicinity of marble and chairs,
So that form is not available if my enemies should be there.
Clouds and eclipses should be enough for chapter one,
Foundations are fun if the shed is at the end of a lawn which is a long one.

Desperate and in a poor proof of human vitriol attached to the eyes of gospel despair of the monotony of work, pleasure, play and being not asked;
What is the task of worth on this worthy world that is quotable to a good girl?
Does she take notes if I am Hercules to the flame of ignition
That stands far past her years of test and homework and schooling revision?
Matters maketh a man for the remembrance of saying it is all done so well and good looking
That mastery is next to fasteners that came undone when I was filmed cooking.
17 and undone by time and imitation in the student’s lounge there came Pilau Rice when greasy kebabs were too young
He would have been content with verse of object-subject virility and verification
So what is the Doctor of Literature up to next week who demands a standard library from an Editor?

Thus was the darkness of despair in an Oxford room more oppressed by Tarantino than Raag and all that extracurricular doom and gloom,
About how I don’t fit in and life is all about profit and loss
Well then toss off and get thee to the Monetary Union, the Euro banked on a sharp exit and you never stopped serving Cider
With or without roses I would love her and one day she received hers
Life was for the meaning of the grossest clinch when factions were not so interjected.
Where was the hospitality for sanitised fascination of radical interest in Islam or Jah Bless
When astrally speaking the lone wolf poster on my wall was the best feeling a teenager had of he who knows best.
Smoke some of this and smoke some of that – it took me a quarter of a century to get T.S. Idiot off my back
No Lacan am I so it’s off to see good looking, to come back from Bhaktin with some advancement on my cooking.

Riddles in the Lord of the Rings!
Honestly. The things that T.V. brings!?
Where did they find this trust,
To set off to see what Gandalf must?

15 years of levelling out when the time was gone for empty space of self made disgrace to hear my shout
I came out a selfless hero against a tirade of charges
Better than superior I met my inferior, the shaved head Buddhist from Burma, who talked to me about suicidal karma.
Nothing but co-creation: An NHS Calling Station: Betting on 1c/2c tables meant I would become more able: 4^th and away from the Gita, the followers retrain with refrains from Gaia.

So I wonder at risk from the British brain, again looking within for a reaction to strain against a no past life policy to see within me a world that hates the Buddha.
Brother, friend and non-corporate man of the famous people who make amends
Use the world for fashion again and wear good clothes so sex can defend the
I. Wit
II. Intelligence
How common sense to walk before one runs over the fun territory put before me where the land has been hammered by pill pushers and pen.
Where is the Glen of Shire or Forest?
There is no excitement in Nottingham for the homeliest carrion crow to stand anymore,
CoVid has claimed more than 19 people.

So slight is the chance of seeing the God within that the one without had little time to shout about a warning of the Son of Man with an Indian plan
For fairness and equality for all!!!!!
That is a way of putting it > periscopes up for the nature of submarines in the bathtubs of young baby boys playing Id with their evolutionary toys
Mother knows father and father knows even less
The Good Book was the real test when “the Google” was known by laughter with tests in time worth more than stitches
For the glitches in man’s emotional shower.

The damage, you see, was done, the time the youth were over and One was All and All was One in the Year of our Holy Lord in the temptations of 1991.
Those scary times led to growth without stimulus and the economic packages had no good graphs to share with their mates or Eastern comrades,
Thus the light continues to fade when the miser keeps it all to himself
And only one trope is outside the realm of ‘black’ before Krishna is required for too many religious harmonies,
Acquire the dear fact, Sir!
Quite.
Then it will be about time and there will be no acquittal
For the fees now charged to empower yourself off your arse that you were right first and second and third time
To avoid Advaita Vedanta for more and more English rhyme.
Charges and Engrams, deliberations and similes
More time passed between me and the Whole Track than the symphony of hundreds of millions of S.P.s
Track, dance, move: [               ] got into the groove
If it never mattered before, let [                   ] graffiti on my Junior School door.

Statistically speaking I am likely to be
The third or fourth famous person not into [                  ]
If after [                ] and his saviour [                  ]
I Logos the word and side step [                ] at the alter.

Beige and Hindu was not meant to be after the role of the National Front with [                 ]
They hid behind [               ] and ate bread with the Lord better than most
To run up charity bills with the [                  ] for those who matter the most.
Buddha, Buddhist and not-known nomenclature: What job can you start when you’re 50 when we said you took all of them?
Timeless proposition of employment and the Senator
There is no time left for the irrevocable words of those who hate other humans

Sadness descended onto the hills and two lovers spoke awhile of their chances for infinite regression away from the courtesy of Gods
To join with unholy Matrimony for as long as they belligerently could to honour a passion and a trust
Broken like a vase shattered on the breastplate and a heart vacuumed and caved in to a world that did not care about anything but celebrity.
Celebrity Singer
Actor
Writer
Celebrity
            / Politician, Photographer, Country and Living Magazine
(WHSmiths and Tax Subsidy)

There are no pretty women for me in the India of poverty shell fished in England after rubbish and tips for waiters in Bombay and the Marabar Hills

Celebrity Jungles
And I cannot bungle the wisdom of a tryst with those lovers to explore the good voiceover given undercover in case the Dickensian twist and OCD over Fagin was too Pagan for a dance around Stonehenge as well as some Machu Pichu for the verse too long for a University following and sing song, too
Wouldn’t it be good to be you
Tenure crew
How will the world change when your brain emaciates the Tombs of Kings and Queens not so obscene as to ban and not allow flash photography?
Can you read those symbols, truth
Jesus was Yeshua when he went for his strewth,
You have partitioned the New Testament for Matthew, Mark, Luke and John’s affair
To work on India with toolkits for Masters and Ascension so Barbados can be there.
One time!
Play for time: And let the love between subject and object broaden to fairer tax for _ Time.
Time and tax never relaxed back to the beginning where the thing knew a King
For no Queen was worth less than the ultimate that was best
For the proper ties that were spoken about
When management all alone was_ Temporal.
The solid temporal world could bear trees of such knowledge in India if only the right sort of footing could one day bear fat, bile, intercostal muscles and testicular cancer tests.

a) Chinese Balls at St Hugh’s
why?) What is the need for splits in infinity in you?

So-Hum) Tits and breasts with the virginal team not seen by [            ] for where he and I have been,
[                ] Since 1997 when I got planned for banning the tranny with the ordinary man.

%) Confidence. Removed by the drugs Durga approved

• Where was the simplify, simplify, simplify in you when the Asians had no day in court with [               ]?

Things get messier than Mr Messy and [                ] has a window cleaner
All in all the wall just said that populous fashions looked around for ‘Teacher’ed’
Common tongues know uncommon things and Modernism despises the itemisation of barcoded worlds.
Nothing is nothing without you~ I have no time for you.
Money knows matters before time has been laid in tatters and my imagination is shattered like a million lazy ingratitude’s on the floor of my own Awakening.
The journey is so open that impossible things begin to happen,
A drugged Wizard and a clanned Warlock dampen
The Spirit overseeing the gradual decline in social ambition.
Drives were paved
Raves were raved
There licenses for Offices
When Fair Trade was for Coffee.
Conversation thus did not display the locus of imagery in a polite way
And along Indian dusty streets is the long drawn out meadow shadows somewhere in between the sheets of frightened ghosts not celebrating Halloween.
Complicity for the sugars and dreams for old age mothers to be equal with travelling partners when the internet wires sons and daughters.
Bollywood means so much to me, culturally understanding Zee TV
But those are not businesses I am in, so count me out with some awakened Zen.
Wisdom here and wisdom there, I have a proud laugh when I am alone with the sickest care for the world in my arms after decades of not-self harm
Because the Dr does not like my unemployed record collection.
DWP and defection to France: China has Confucius Day for #FreeTibet to know what is worth a dance
Of culture and of flair for the awkwardness of what is there, when M&A meant mergers and acquisitions in the polar opposites of advertising suites and marketing affairs…
… The world is a complicated place and I cannot cajole
The often felt Taj Mahal for the better placed role of a thing in the world by God, to remind me where time once stood.
Good words, the absurd and the abused; where is the record in you for The Calvary Crew to eschew Crime and Punishment from Voltaire’s alter-ego after you hid all the books in the switched account to Escrow.

The Lord of the Rings will come again when [                 ] has banned his brain from unfair thinking and TV bias that threatens Oceans’ reruns while Friends is quiet:
Not too much to look forward to,
The last woman will do
Children were a burden after I left
The life to live is not yet rebuilt yet.
Cassius, augmenter and random love affair; what’s next will be even better if the words I write now are so rare
That for once I have found someone who can enchant me to believe… dreams, subconsciousness and travels far and wide
The illness of old age is that I do not find fairness in egoic pride.

So take care of yourself, Dear Brother, and see this as second best
That woman could have been your business on a rebound and my latent financial collapse in your town for some economic stress.
Money and the meaning of life are meant for Rama and his marriage and oversight of man and wife
When the lover is male to the other male, England knows Wales and Alexander’s wail:
Why did you test the dope, when the strobe light was not tightened in the room where people had enough room?
There are four lights if the cavalcade is a barricade under the motorway of a [               ] beginning to a new Earth for him.

A new Earth and a new beginning, there are stars for grabs within the internet winnings
Glories for Gloriana and the subject can be transferred for a referee free from pressures that warfare had assured.
Gone will be the giant gallantry of men trampled under foot
For the bridges built after POWs when War was advertised as the act of a brute,
Removed is the aggression of responsible repression under salvaging acts
When the car leads the plane without advertising facts,
For the train and the international suggestion of too many digressions of how so many complained when the world felt more than a bit strange.
Renaissance and the men who led from the front – wondrous Enlightened crew;
What is drawn is not feared, even if 2012 is now owned; let the leadership take the robots away from the clown enacting drone control.
Man will art the parts of parcels and nature
Features will be Hellenic until the end of time or before.
Visions are adored by the hoot of owls as wise as homosexual horseplay
Transitions in commentaries on playful remonstrations are bit parts in the casualness of affray: Nobody is pleasant with the meanness of what man meant when he went too far from [_Space]

After life is a distant sun
One that has only just begun to make the meaning
There are those who mean more than dollars and whores
Catastrophes were not built for the news.

On and on the lakes despise the surprise of formalities in my eyes
So tired and lost after disappointed spires turned down my offer of damnation for G.F.T. and more spare tyres.
The usual suspects and the fair most rigmarole: Me on the dole and the world making more than sausage sandwiches.
Burned, fleshy and out with the Dharma – there are roads in Oxford University that do not know my Karma,
How is it for you lately when I have not sat in Presidential Chair
Ruining their hair
Bald, Eaglaic, surprised: Someone had 50 years of India in his eyes.
What is the light (now) and where is the Logos for Durga’s trained Cow
Wholly in submission before those opposed to cigarettes.
What a war of ideas and ennobled fears to pass on a larynx worth 20 years of suspected cancerous certainty: What were the fees for those proposals and how did you X-Ray your mum?
Did she pay for those pictures of throats?
Did she vote like an Aquarian for gloated sheep?
Are you deep in contemplation of Mind Body and With-It?
When is the time right for politeness?

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Money is erased by the quantitative space
It’s finders keepers lease on the Bodleian and Boolean since [              ] deleted the word 😊

IMDb.Com to the Soma and Aldous Era gone like a windy steering
Back with the fashion of my soul.

The moon thus floated around the earth
Assumed position
Revised condition
Eclipse is a special connotation
And mother matters again.

The sun gathered pace and repeated the feat
Intrepid feet
Gathering heat
Delicate decision
Earth’s waters boiling is a precision.

When the sun was out the son noticed something
He was not so special as when she was busy,
So the school started and the journeys grew busy
And history recorded the decisions like men and women knew they could.

Never was the melting point the mettle of a man;
How could a semi-colon tell the Afghani a war he could understand?
If peace was so unfashionable then who needed a button
For a war on indecision and some women and children first like mutton.

Beneath the gaze of hysteria from saddened guardians
Like titans in the night sky overarching the good wardens
Of ripe prisons for metaphor when the time comes for wronging;
The leaders of the galaxy come out in poetic droves
There is need in the human race for longing.

Thus it was decided long ago to listen to them
Shape and dent their heads and twist the contortions hither and thither
So that, this is what, I need this and tie me to your stable for some tether.
Motions were passed and Parliaments were assembled
Language went through the air after ships funded shops
And the schools were kept in secret about the popularity of their assemblies.

Gather me this and gather me that
A war broke out and some fella’s reputation went splat.
But it wasn’t until… I know… the year… and don’t forget 1922
When the war was rude and the hero has left you:
Mr archetype man with all your flan in the over,
Get over yourself Mr Virginia Woolf don’t you need a baker’s dozen
To coven with Sylvia Plath for all that Pinteresque hue,
We only had the Space Race and now the [                    ]
So what?! if I need the word “anti-semitic” in the news.

Phase
Phrase
Clause
Farsi

Upon me is some rumours of the Ides of March where the Tutor looks back at me.

The Doctor was unimpressed and the Reviewer had somewhere else to be
Lest anyone else be famous and we be caught on BBC 33.

These were the spoils of tired democracy
To wage war with the Universe for sheer causality
So the sciences could breath from the English reprieve
Helping the victory of the voiceless publish and blog independently.

IMattertoME: Was that all it was to be?

Upon me is more stirring for social conformity.

So before The Riddler settles my atman up against the bats
In the cave of a craze for my own ideal to have stolen my youth from some zeal
That is unbeknownst to me a worry in the flurry of a bedroom writing den,
let nothing retract my Zen
i meant well, men
there were days when truth was not spoken
so kindly accept my books upon your gazed visages as shallow token
Of affection mastered of many books that men have held woken
To The Awakener, the Stirrer and the boatsman who is able-bodied Voyager;
join with me, we ride together
the shapes are solid, we ride together
mashes and thrashes, the oceans seem one
apes have been in jungles, the forests surrounded them
But if it is into the fullest realms of most Light, Love and Presence you seek
Give me a week for those Celestial Bodies to have some speak
About your role in the Universe before we drive mutual hearses
Into next month’s budget book for some wine, women and good luck
Lessons about how to live life to the fullest and achieve most royal truck,
And as for Ice Road Truckers on in NY, how about some stars for our rehearsals,
of the final act, the forbidden fact
the holy tract, the play that is broken down acts:

For all the world’s literature stood before Tolkien for one comment
“… it’s all about death…” he said and that is what Gandalf never meant.

So, if, as I depart into corridors of uncertainty you find me not there
Do not come back to me with your trolls and good dolls so ugly and unaware
That marriage is not on offer from one already spoken for
By the goodness of Heaven and Hell and that very early open door /
For where was Blake when William was of Orange
To watch the sun so lonely in his carriage across the forage
Of what Krishna has called the delusional derangement
Of some firmament since Shakespeare that no man has given page to.
Let it be settled thus that what begins big must thus become something small
For the blessings from parents side before we all tumble into The Fall
& masters can know their servants and Corona-Virus can challenge us all aplenty
to find capital matters where they need to be, and begin with inoculation against mistakes verily.

Man is for the world of man as his eyes have held paradoxes up above for as long as our lives
For God to have invented the equation: Is God Numbers? and save a game of Fives
For a court in a remote part where all is not so mainstream
As a man from the British Asian advert for his own aloofness and harrowing dream
Of a better England and some children yet to come
Who dine with England’s Bards and fine work more than he done.

Matters to matters and graves to grave ends with the correct contingency
The moon looks on with the lighthouse for the death of someone so dearly:
For without sacrifice is no good food lost in the tastiest dish before a Lord so acquired
To hear of so much certainty of woman tethered and tired.
If one word had moved you, dear Surgeon after Doctor or Psychiatrist or Psychologist when Jesus blamed the Physician
I would that it were LOVE and you were home safe and sound after work without any need for revision.

Yet as it stands the courts need to hear of your rumoured imagination
Spread across the nation
The African nation
The Nation of Islam
No Pakistan!
Drones bombing Dronacharya
Where is the Acharya that failed [                  ] twice?

Is it a rape of the cloth to be nice or have some crimes been stored up well
There is never so much fiction as the certain devil lost with [                 ]
Who does not well up with pride when [                  ] is called Vanity and not Jealousy in [                     ]
I speak from my mate: Whose imaginative magical realism is less really really religious of (spiritual) late
nights
the darkness
18 years dressed with Durga to please
The contingent since 9/11 – when he wasn’t there down on his knees.
Aum is for Brahma, for Vishnu and for Shiva too
To question a monk in Paradise with Muhammed, what is a son to do
With a boy’s bank balance and a mid-Id-life crisis to come
Say you’re number 1!
Say you’re number 1!
(Did you forget that one?)
And that is for the weed on the kitchen floor,
Who found himself in a tight spot laughing about [                   ] at his door {            fear             }

For Alla’ told me one thing and that was enough with the love lost laboriously at school
If you want to do anything else, then don’t come back a Guru man and ask me to make it cool.
There was the PLO and some Muslim army
How about the fight in the Sixth Form Centre and that right leg kick to the face?
Do you think poetry is all flowers and fairies?
.You know, they think [                ] is a f#*$@ng disgrace>
Airy are the paths behind you, so drink up your Bipolar juices
There are not so many Asian art prints with your name on it
If you take it to the mattresses
In your odd old age, think twice, do think twice, don’t think twice
What they did to [                 ] took a long time too and that was not nice.
Concern from parents is not a far off cry from the aching Achelaeons of warfare from where the past began
Before you learned to call it something that is based on Drone strikes in Neo-Liberalism and your redefined Pakistan.
Those verse taught you something, their science helped them too
How about the Historiographer, now that that debacle is through.

You phone the academic and Robin never answered
You tried the Dean and then some new steps
And you came back a Mayan cleric with your pants down.
It seems 2012 really was for [              ] and selling those cars made America great
So, wait, it’s time to get in line for the Peace Train
You’ve got Religiousity ahead of you, MATE?!!?

Those were your references in their plays
So if they script them then I guess they are half way there,
To heaven or to even The Caspian Sea,
So the Moghuls can stay aware
1. Self Aware
2. Sale
3. Media Aware
4. Court Case and Sale!
5. Sold to the Fifth Dimensional Basket case capable of getting a DPhil in his mid 30s [Act Next Life.
        Enter Parvati
        Havali
        Bollywood Nudes and Statues
        Rebirth in 5, 4, 3, 2… and it’s over to you (again) Natasha Henstridge
        [                  ] went flump and not Smurf
        Brexit was her Eurovision slanging match and patriotically surrendered Surf and Turf… Act Making America Great Again. Enter Saraswati hunting deers and counting cards]

We come back but the same light years work us hard again
To see with blighted strain
The fashion of stress and ancient anxieties
Art never pleases
It ends and always half-teases.

They tried Aristotle.

Full throttle the man marched on and play acted
The Swiss Clock went Cuckoo and the madness was in fact
A deleted enactment of political entrenchment
An old man might as well have asked what Iambic Pentameter meant?
It meant go out and discover what it is you seek to please
But don’t see me and then go down on your knees
For I Am now and then tomorrow |Aphrodite
One column from L Ron Allah is Inshallah for The Almighty.
For the mind of man is now ebbing and the courtyard of deceit is played out for his demise
So that the Land of Rohan can know Rishi and Akaash can %          % through his eyes.
Where is the fire?
Where is the ice?
I once loved [                    ]
Such a thing is Angelic if twice.

Thus to enter the higher realms was not the act of inanimate science
For the wilderness above thee in black and dark blue and Lakshmi’s sold advice:
No matter how much you inner the world for a sight of The Good Buddha
There was only once his actual fact of a father and a mother.
Thus nature held me in her arms long before the English Captain,
Oh my Captain, my Captain, those words I have heard about He,
How about it,
And she called him She.

The road ahead is betrothed by the fallacies of time kept with noble institution
When from poor friends known as parents this birth you did spend your own for remuneration
But investment is not love and those charlatans have been chased away fair and friendly
That did grow from Hollywood daises and Blightey’s ducks to onerous ponds
On the heart of a man with too many things planned {         fear          }

What is it you want?
196_
197_
A decade or two before me
And a tale of more cities
[Please]

There were thus crimes defined in the defiled mind of man
That need this man to understand his power with the typed hand
Away from the decades of Romanticised pen, enlightened lamp and quill
There are things this life has in store for his heart still.
For what is shut can thus be opened
And what is damages can still be healed
But what is dead cannot be restarted
Without a new body upon That Great Wheel:

Dharma
The Ineffable
Chakra & Om Jesus Christ

There was one God you would not believe in because of the Infidels
Hating Him because he was He and white.

So sell him to me and harangue that low self esteem
As low as you strained neck in the Radcliffe Camera
Separated and apart from the roof beam
Not enacted out of a post-Tudor affair
Where the uninitiated should go to read the mirror – CALL UP WHAT BOOKS ARE THERE!

And when it is past the hour you will sleep
Running from the Scholars who say you go too deep {         Fear          }
Membranes must be replenished from the carrion crow to the sheep dog on the moor
Lest a successful reincarnate Shakespeare is still like Nirvana some more.

Still believe?
I told you so.
There is nothing on the go,
: Like a good go.

The moon has lakes on it for those to be displeased with
Lest you cry tears when the seeing is displeasing
But travel every man must as far as his destiny is plotted
With astrology from international quarters reaching me for the dotted
Course across the sky, for a star crossed lover
Single at 43, egoically obtuse and poetic for his {          Fear            }

Fear the real world and the bottom of the object of the senses
Krishna is some rounds about town and the master of defences.
The light is now L.E.D. and man is gunned down as WebCam totty
So that the elected can remain eternally youthful and photographed
For the trapsing in of fairground attractions who used to be your sport.
These are the Muses of sort
That the action man played with once
So let good be a good hero tonight
And simple be Saviour like a bonse.

And with that the caped crusader fled away
Daring some film scenes in his poetry for an extension to stay
On earth like a Hobbit in search of the Golden Goose
Lest mankind forget his [                  ] or game of hangman … (where’s the noose?)