Species All

Sometimes it is like
Other times the ties come true
Then there is a monetary matter
So I can see right through you.

Mr All Ready, Stripes and some Black and Blue!
What about all that time spent sitting on your arse!
You should have been outside with the cars
And the men you seek to set aside again.

This is not for me and that is not for you
Three times 20 makes you an Israel Lobby crew
And I am not going down there for you
To rescue you rescuing me rescuing you…

… in the past, from Levant,
Where the ticket knows no stamp
And the Good Lord is proud
Of talking about Circumcisions from 1000s of years ago
… what a medical Bravado
When I want to go and watch the show
And he knows best about men and the rebirth of Time.

Some stowaway you seemed to become
Lost on the Ocean of Suffering like a beggar
Needing money so he talked to the empty chair
And found that nobody, not even Tony Robbins, stared.

“!I am! Alone! I said!” I said to my Online Computer Chair.
So What>! Fuck Off. Me too
That’s what it is to Sempa Phi the ol’ Red White and Blue
Then you will see that what is for me is also for you
Mr special Yogi with a career like a train wreck asking for more to do.

Since You’ve Been Gone

Since you’ve been gone
Say it isn’t so
That you wasted all of my talent
To make your girls get some Blow.

That’s not the way it was meant to go
When I did not still the window sill
To sully the sulking morning
When you had not money for coffee.

Is that me or my lonely girlfriends
When they are at their wits ends
To know what to do with the balance of time
Before a Porn show meant you could not be mine.

Best friend, hired mate, time to turn in late
Tell the others you know it’s a better masturbate.
If I did know then sell me some forgiveness
Across the telephone line from the 80s% margin men
Who may charge less for us to get suave again.

That is the main things in life
To have some understanding of man and his wife
Even all the social change is through
So work can be productive in the Beyond about me and you.

A note on my writing / EnlightenNext and the 2012 movement

In 2010 I was accepted into Queen Mary University, London for a Masters Proposal in Postmodern English. I never began the course due to funding. I had planned to study to PhD level.

The context of the thesis I had submitted was years of research online into the Telos of modern Christianity and spirituality videos on YouTube for a review of spirituality in the works of T S Eliot and E. M. Forster. I had cited the American philosopher and spiritual teacher Ken Wilber as the source of my research and was aiming to review modern ideas of Art/Life in my first year as a postgraduate student. Ken Wilber had been remarked upon by ex-American President Bill Clinton at Davos and I was going to review the Modernist Tradition in light of his ideas.

Ken Wilber had partnered with American spiritual teacher Andrew Cohen on many occasions and their collaboration was evident online on social media. The one ran a group called Integral Enlightenment the other EnlightenNext and through my research I found that Andrew Cohen was running an organisation in London in Angel Islington, Zone 1, and contacted the organisation with my interest.

I attended a few lectures at the centre and some social occasions for a cup of coffee and dinner over the year 2010-2011 and gradually grew disillusioned as my goal of funding my Masters Thesis via part time work as a Private English Tutor faded. I looked to the organisation EnlightenNext to get involved but nobody was interested in my ideas and I left London in 2011 and moved back to Birmingham.

The American spiritual teacher Andrew Cohen closed down his organisation in 2013 and issued an online apology for how he had treated his students and how his ego had gotten in his own way. When I was present in London, there was mention of the fact that the musician Sting (my favourite musician) had been into the organisation’s Angel Islington centre. EnlightenNext had centres all around the world and had published a magazine for years.

Following further research and leading up to the writing of my poetry answering to the Postmodern response to the dominance of E.M. Forster in Postcolonial narratives and T S Eliot in poetic form; I noted the influence that EnlightenNext had. They were involved with Watkins Bookshop and I had come to be involved with them due to my interest in Mind Body Spirit books and the modern Self Help tradition. When they dissolved I understood what the leader Andrew Cohen meant when he said what he was doing was 60 years ahead of it’s time and the interesting fact that members of U.K. Parliament had been recorded as studying the organisation as well. They taught meditation and the postmodern spiritual tradition of Evolutionary Enlightenment.

By estimation I had been interested in the following writers and had researched many of their books and social media videos:

Anthony Robbins

Dr Wayne Dyer

Dr Deepak Chopra

Leonard Jacobson

Doreen Virtue

Marianne Williamson

Ken Wilber

Brian Tracy

Dr Judy Satori

Dan Millman

Michael Beckwith

Eckhart Tolle

Neale Donald Walsch

Barbara Brennan

Sonia Choquette

Paulo Coelho

L Ron Hubbard

As well as the Indian tradition involving:

Sri Sri Ravi Shanker

Adyashanti

Shirdi Sai Baba

Sathya Sai Baba

The Dalai Llama

Srila Prabhupada

B K S Iyengar

Sri Pattabhi Jois

Dr Pillai

J Krishnamurti

Osho

Many of these writers and public figures, along with others, had been very vocal about the year 2012 heralding a new dawn for humanity and a new age in human growth and development with the Hindus naming Sathya Yuga, the Christians naming The Golden Age and The Age of Aquarius and the ancient Mayans using their calendar as proof of a new age in humankind’s history dawning on 12th December 2012 (12.12.2012).

All of this would have formed the basis of my Master’s Thesis into modern spiritual ideas and the Modernist writings of T S Eliot and E M Forster but instead I took to paper and pen and wrote about my ideas in a different setting with poetry and letters and some novels instead. This philosophy shifted online after EnlightenNext closed and I make a note here to my researchers so that they can update their files and records and approach my work with due care and consideration and the proper focus for their further interest and study as time goes by.

Note:

Dr Deepak Chopra had called Evolutionary Enlightenment one of the most important books of our time. I only had a copy of Enlightenment is a Secret when I joined the group in 2010. Following my time in London, Andrew Cohen came to Birmingham to visit Mosely’s group The Tree of Life in 2012. Andrew Cohen was espousing a connection with the Indian guru HWL Poonja and the tradition of Advaita Vedanta before emerging his own philosophy of Evolutionary Enlightenment. I am not connected with any of these organisations in any way.

The bookshop in Birmingham Waterstones https://www.waterstones.com/ closed down and Apple took their premises and the remaining Waterstones on the High Street vastly slimmed down it’s Mind Body Spirit section to include a few titles and nothing in comparison to the fashion prior to 2012.

Saying It While I See Part 4

I cannot recommend
The brain strain to the end
Of the format for the demand
Of how to set up Christian.

Then there is the Flan
And you have to leave Pakistan
To mellow out with LinkedIn
Out of synch and out of sin.

This much it is to try
To work with that Fapohunda guy
Who came to me to say
I’ll make it now good any day.

Mr mister and Mister
Why don’t you talk to your sister
Following every word like a hawk
Not admitting you left the cue ball at baulk.

Some have to reason some have to say
What it is that helps them to work in a given day
Some have to grieve some have to stay
And this way, said Jesus, I am newer than thousands for play.

Reduction

He is 1/500th the millionth part
Of the man I used to be in the start
Of a project where the goal is target number one
For the Way & the Hero: ~~

Come to me, now
Sell up your shores on the broken battles.
Those tired machines are art in the dreams of morons,
Who will they know?How will they be counted?
Scene by scene in the anime dream
Poking and toking
Joking about Loke.

Okely Dokey : That’s all they had to say
As the school grass grew wildly
And neither teacher nor parent won that day.
Every day?…
Every, every day?…
Sell me a fuck or Fuck OFF with me!

Switch off, his celebrity.
Change your mind, celebrated kind.
Change our change and spend your kindness,
Retire with us and pay us back for the broken image of Heartland.
What else don’t you understand?

What school was reprehensible – as my fashion was demeanable
Alternative type
Zero stripes
Military drape
Wife of the black man.

You’re a no man again
And I won my pain!
I am Victor next to Malthus
So that St Germaine is my French strain.

Common chill blaines – walking shore to shore as an immigrant talking about the door being shut on Jabba the Hut.
“Hello there too!”
I’m in your grandfather’s house as well.
Come in and I’ll shoot
The Porn is on reboot!

Exclaiming typists style away the YouTube braying of anticipation
Constant present awareness and nondual fidgeting without Capital.
Capitol Hill and the same men chill without Charity day of Chang
For a job that can rearrange,
The Drugs
The Thugs
The Harmony
The Druids and the Balmy Army…

Why do these questions plague me?
Centuries have I waited for a computer
Art is a mirror that makes us look away
It here for modern Kings to have their Thor’s day
IMDb and all that Brie
Save some for me, Lady Anastasia
All the men’s children and all the lady’s Portillo besides the braided bunch of lunch inspired speakers about twice a week instead of God’s sod off day Day Off.

Cough twice if you have heard about Nadia Nyce
Stamp three times if you think Bree Olson would be nice
Piano ties
Eyes that cry
Times like mine
Cooking with Thyme.
What the broth will cum up
When there is one big fuck up
And the acting breaks the Montego Bay railing
Far cry from the fast cars that did the jailing
Save all your pissing for me
When I am on ITV – and the plans for the Spandex hit my Decks at a quarter past the Tree of Knowledge.
Fuck what you were taught in your Daddy’s chair
While he stared
And the Beatles cared
Who dares lost
And the cost is a Valium
In the Valley of the Shadow of Death
Far from the prestigious breath of the outgoing Ujahi
Settlers on the Plains of Shiva and his Pranayama for Parvati.

There will come a time
When time will come to time
So that computers came to earth
Before the woman 9 monthed stoney births.
TV
Baby
Kazapow & ???…///:: Ping Pyao! Bang Bang Bom!!!!!
How long have you known.
                                                 About the Stone.
“Say something so high up there
I’ll be a Yuppie’s mum so aware
Of the rich things she’s driving they haven’t got
And the teacher at 75 who is ISKCON lost”

!Don’t you want my babies
Don’t you want a whore -awe -inspiring man -aweawaw”
——– The End|

Posture

The sexual guilt is not even
Until the parties are so sure of revenge,
That laden hosiery of the fashion of bitch endedness
And advert masculinity for straight spines and book ends.

The lay man went to the auction
He was trying to buy a house for a set,
But the rhetoric was not painted as fast as some charts
For the price of his dog at the Vets.

It’s all good demure
The manure from Hare Krishna
An arable land for a job with your hand
When they waddles like Hobbits for robotic luck.

Fires in the hole
An army to unfold
Perfect posture from Bhagwan
So they can enjoy Playboy and the Can Can
: Can I do Cannes, Bapu?

< It’s up to you!
Zindabad
& a Zinger Burger for your ivory tower
Cap in the ass
Valedictorian pass
Stale bays of hay
Van Gogh was not Monet.

And then the travel turned to ship the Mind away so kindly
To when there was a time for time to speak of instruction
Injustice was met by fantasy another way
And the English were not Light Workers while the Americans were gay.
India
Indra
Inimitable
Controlled greed
Houses with trending Feeds >> +1 and Guest.
Who is the top gun in the MEST Universe
When Colon is vials of blood for Niggers to make poo from Elmer Fud?
Nig Nig Nig Nig NIGGER
Make a little wrapping for me!

And when you go back home to Arkansas
Make a shit out of a Whopper for three in Chelsea @WhatConanTheBarbarian.Planned.Had
There is so much to balance
So a sword of such might
In the possibility of some sweet Romance
For a generation to have such flight.
But the mention seems to have been
Millions all round, all over the world
And a Billion Rupee dream
For the right skin tone with all the girls.

Something like that
Rather flat at the footstep of my bed on the floor of some mornings
About concern for how the other half live
When I have only so much sugar to give
To Paul Simon who lives down the road in a hall
And I have the gallows in my mentality
To blog his toilet seat into Ruud Gullit.
What a dog to maul for a spirit in a material world
Liking the girls like A.I. likes an uneven rhyme –
It’s not a literary crime, to be a Policeman
When the band stands at 7 and the Tattoo is for the Queen’s Jubilee.
Aye!
The Ayes have it
And it was a wondrous affair.
Charlemagne and Viscount Mint Worthy stopped by too
To name something under the wearing thin of names to drink with.

Study, affair, debonair
It’s all the same when the windy vindication seeks past him.
Trust and some Bombay Saphire – the very good Gin.
Blue from a baby market
Old than Morten Harket.
The omission of Literary Coins
Standing ovations for symbolic loins
The merry hand of creditable Cert.
Scroll down to where you are William Hurt.

Cuming and going like a pAsEDenA railway
Jobless through Identity Fraud
Because the Chips were Ahoy at the end of the road.
What happened to the load?
Where did the Time go?
What is this loss that is not Boss in BombayAGoa-i-Stan
For the Boa Constrictor to trick you that the Anaconda was sssssecond best.

Royal Python
Filthy Nylon
Hammers and Tongs
The Niggers won’t be long.
Slam, Dunk and Be Merry
Don’t forget about Cherie!

She’ll be first to speak some of her good English
About what happened to Shami Chakrabarti…



And the hours rolled on like a long Song
An Elegy was played while the Choirs saved Hymns
And His Story was a Miss Story for the muddle in a cage
When Mrs Moore got so bored that they had torn out that page.

… Literary Rage : Roads to Drive with R.E.M.
… Come again loaded with Kurt
And sell a Mag with your gun up your bum for a Buckwheat to hurt
Buddha and his roll away crew,
Not induced by Colonel Colonialism to parade such obfuscations left of centre
When The Really Wild Show would do.

… And the winds rolled over the mountains
And nobody came back for Tea
So a Queen could work for 70 years
And have some very common and cumupence cumulative company
By comparison to the Samaritan they told at the Sheraton for some Hilton’s investments
And some ACDC.
Why can’t Napolean blow apart Andrew Chohan Odin Deepak Chopra for a gang bang with Anabel Chong
For a MILF’s lonely talented Song.
… On and on, like a pirate pirouetting for some rogue verse
Unaware of the need to hurt
And save a Laandan Town of Angus and his friends
For divinity to find a new job in The Strand for where Botox is not played.

“Like Alexander”
(They never measured your spine to her Socrates speak)
So like “The Great”?????????????????????????…….
(Put one on your dick to wank off so hard you won’t cum black for a week)
Masters of ineffable miles
Tasters of Ganesh’s piles of Ladoos
“I’ll buy one for you in Leicester Square!”
When she has read what is really The Coloured on her lazy hair.
Affairs.
Rats.

Scientology Hats.
Immigration dismissed.
People still old, famous and getting on with The Pissed.
Let’s get pissed!
Let’s get lashed!
Let’s get wasted!
A Billion view l8er.

Lay Hate to hRhEr Heroes of Violator

The End.

P(l)ayback

How do you know where the lawnmower grows?
Instead of leaving cuttings and shards of grass after.
Tell me to follow your literary disaster
And sell me some glass for a broken affair.

The long poem will not be there: – !
That was not so hard, was it?
Soppy open and shut case, does it.
The law, the lawn, some horses, some warning.

How does the cemetery sell the maiden for the cowboy?
Shawl and droppings in the misery post haste the shopping
There is dew on the Tavern where the cavern of my heart is still alive.
They give no strive
I have no give
Think on these things
That’s all I don’t give.
Here and there is everywhere
The sapping of advice from the spies who think thrice,

//
|| What if Eliot was one of the Irish?
Nobody falling down the stairs.
Where the rodeo sells up with the Studio music
And the nob ends enlighten their streaks.
Think at the end of the week,
That the end of the day was a holiday from affray
And how many words you satisfy the absurd
Who knew only to hurt so Buddha could {healthily} pay.

A Note on the Text

These poems and letters were written after a long period of meditation when I performed a research study on The Bhagavad Gita and associated texts from 2014-2018. I read the Gita some 50 times and researched other texts from ISKCON and also read the Bible. It is noteworthy that Arjuna questions Krishna persistently in the Gita and in an effort to reclaim my identity as not Arjuna I pose questions to imaginary audiences and juxtapose these fragments next to my poems for literary context. I hope this explains the fragmentary nature of these documents and sheds light on my poetic craft in the meantime.

They use emotion and explore the levels of consciousness that arise after a prolonged period of meditation – rising to chant for 2 hours in the morning and then again for 2 hours between 4 and 6 pm. They answer to transcendental senses and the difficulty of navigating the field of mental health awareness and normal waking, sleeping and dreaming consciousness that was to be the subject of my PhD thesis in 2010 and they give rise to an honest appraisal of my self before a mirror which includes the sublime as well as the divine and diabolical.

Pay Tree Ark

When the good debt was folded
And the sacred bird had flown
There was one who was Awake
Top of the hat to his own.

They called him Jeff and let him ride
So far to the other side
That the mentionables were kept afloat
By the shopping he did around the moat.

The moat they built in the past
When Canary Wharf was not going to last
Because his kind kindly sung to the Police
Of knowledge that left them fucking Analese,

[Remind me how to spell @ When his witches are in Hell]
, another one of his little fertile girls
Showing me the balance of Time
For the rhythm of a rhyme
And how to Hare Krishna power=share just fine.

Krishna is just fine, thanks for asking
Rama will be grateful for his Shabba Ranks, canal driven man
Down the Maine Street with the Wilberforce treats
Stuck in a traffic jam no matter what Lady Marmalade says next.

That’s EnlightenNext: Up and off there for some Techno=Fest
Costing the coasting Guru Nanak some Repo action
For all his fancy foot action
What was it? At the end of the day….


Sigh No More and Sai Baba is gone
What was the pleasure in losing his song.

One
Two
And not Zee
Maybe the Charmed twins got up to three?
Who was the Guru – who was the Pen?
When will the showtime get back to the Penitentiary
Internationally Amnesty International planned by me
To settle the nettles on the floor for more than £10.

Come down to laughing out loud
Om Shanti to the quoting men
Speak to batallions raised from the streets
Chant wildly of Ken Wilber eating out Chinese food whenever his old age
Walks
Talks
On all fours
The Missing Link
Guru & some smelly pink socks on The Big Think
Call me a PhD
Watch me Pee
“Can I have a P please Bobby?”
There is friction between us in The Sea.

Fraternity
The final filial piety
Count slowly as you walk away from me
That the hour passes slowly from when we die.
Too shy
Too rich
Too regal
Such a bitch!
Why would you WAG
When you could Hag,

And The Chase screened to Manhatten
The Questions you would like?
Back to Jeff and old man Bally
Down the Classy Junction
For some Gurdijeff and Gurdwara function.
But time is not so kind to all and this is a time to the Recorder
So that when action is in inaction and Jazbaa is spoken
The Fake Alexander is O’Neils at last for some New World Order.