Lest you be called to repeat your heart without violence.
AI Summary
Your poem becomes a single, continuous meditation when read as one flowing paragraph: it speaks of a self caught between being an allegory and an author, wondering whether it is merely a symbolic construct or a force beating against its own maker, confessing its desires and illusions while fearing that all this introspection might be a postmodern ruse designed to expose an inner coldness; yet the voice urges the writer-self onward, toward wider seas and kinder stars, away from the traps of form and prestige, invoking witches, moons, and the naïveté of science to warn that creativity must remain alive, intuitive, and unmechanical, lest the heart be repeated without the necessary rupture that gives it truth.
This book was self published on Amazon Books in c.2020
#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.
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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
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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: 4th 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.
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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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Moneyis 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?)
This book was self published on Amazon Books in c.2020
It was love, but the afternoon was raining on daisies. It was a tragedy but the beginning of nightfall was reigning terror. It wasn’t happiness but there was always something other than this or that to do. It couldn’t be right in case the specialism landed on you.
Modesty fled the field of fairies the day I stood before your empty arms And it was not long before I was reminded of the reprimand of finding divinity Naked beside the clothes of those who had served their nation in violence and harms. Such harms have been befalling the roadside of kill and hopeless despair That random access memory is identifying Adventures in Hi-Fi everywhere.
how can this be?
Stay
the ‘with me’ is coming!!!
Emptiness is so far long gone that the vision of the named street is turnstile Across a field that is not important to me the other way around. Who owns you? Who knows you? Who loves you better than me? Who are we? Who can we be? Where is the shitfall from losing MTV?
If they keep the Fall unplugged will the raw plug settle the dispute Can the Great Wall fall from the internet image Faster than a MiG of latent pursuit? And a separate meaning for the half past 3 version of me That is spoken for by a vision of a vestibule’s remainder As a child before me.
Woodstock. Frontiers. The use of enemy. Man was going to learn so much from so little in such a quick time…
TIME Time to steer the ship of corroborative oceanographers far from the quiet union Where masters shape style like violins awhile on the boarding of why the artists were fair? When there was hair cutting everywhere And nobody wrote a note On why the lady left the man some hands at the boat?
Catch me a drift on the ocean of time that measures some symbols for infinite rhyme Laughter is greater when the Priesthood is farmed The messages are clear that the tax means more harm Than good to some that need the food. Good rude light Close down tight Mistake the fire light For Africa from Toto and castrations’ hard bite.
Chomp down on a cherry and I’ll sell you a berry From the garden of the hairy Trolls and malfeasant mapping souls Of Israel and Jerusalem twice removed from capital crimes. Angels have wings that eat Thyme some times…. >>> I could not keep that one away. Class the glass and the D-Sharp shards always With white and blue remembrance of how the pence was spent Before the BBC insignia meant to eclipse all Anthems.
Lock me in the garage with my decks and see if I think of my Ex?… Close the door of my bedroom and see if I dare to repeat words with mushrooms?… Such is the layer Such is the echo of orchestra as I play [ ] That this [ ] that my mother gave me Will not be the wanderer that auto-saves me. Can you not see that I was not meant to be The Rock and Roll Generation when Easy Listening was not ‘free’? Did that hurt Thee? Father oh, my Father Renegade water Dressers and daughters A guitar was accompanied by men Where was England when the Harp met an end? Church Maddog Glory and Choir What have you acquired to remind yourself of how tired the drugs keep you And the Asian Pharmaceutical crew?
Boo! I am for you The envy of a robotic day in coach class For a pass at my ass walking down St Giles All those miles, listening to [ ] sing the narrow mate of the soul debate Why should a CD Walkman worry you so much For the arrogance of a pasting your wallflowers can’t touch? What is the price of some red and yellow flowering kebab juice, That oceans the scene of youthfulness before the Eucharist that controlled [ ]? Where is [ ]? How do you manage time? Why does my degree fascinate you? When will you overtake me with your crimes?
Time was given to man to see the hollow emptiness of prophecy So when the stars gaze down and are kind, There is no onerous burden to shape the blonde man blind. Thus is the law of repetition so fairly laid down As I look at us frowning around and around For some fair shares on salvation repeated for some membership and song That finds the truth a hanger on and slips when something is wrong.
What is the beat when the lock is upped in tempo? How do they move their feet when the royalties leave with Garage, Drum n Bass and some Techno drilled fast paced tempo?
Are these Church requirements? Does the good shepherd count his pies out like strawberry fields? When we picked last December, Christmas had its chill But in times to come and sharing the remembrance There is timid nuance, mimesis and Bhangra dances on the window sill. Leave the folded i-Pad there and let the Yankee me 1980s unaware. Such will be the Evangelical loaded affair Welcoming lads without mags for some clear cut praise of the masterly beard and hair. All will agree and consensus will be the issue First come will serve last late as comparison needs no tits or tissues. Jesus will be sport when Oasis are not in court For the slaughter of Sally and her Mustang And all that one billion clones of [ ] drank Of Bacardi in jest in the actor’s room with vests on: Lovers get cold when the heating is on Come on! Cheer them on! There is only 1, 2, 3, 4 (5) [ ] to get up, Stand up Stand up for the whites This is no time for vicinity awareness without the playground letting the Council know the style was not write. Write a letter Make a point Ask a question Call a university But don’t leave the old lady on me!
I am free, like a bird to see what is within me They said it was called Buddha but I cannot see past that fat crap within me. Put that on repeat and we’ll see the Way of Bruce Lee And an actor who made history for the Cult of (Brandon’s) Personality. Qi The Maker And [ ] quatered faker: What is said next is the paranoid hex of Mandrake and the Children of the Corn that warned of the episode Leonardo forgot in time.
Worries are mine< Can you see me back, yet? Fast is the check that meets film maker with music, “Musician” *Soundcheck* [Jesus: “Are the lights on yet?”]
For me, there was no worry when the voices came in a thick and hurry A nation that is not loved will not love you back when the men in black are not you black. Do Black Lives Matter? When the priest and his daughter are fatter Than forbidden knowledge that matters …… IN A RUT!!! I an I BLAT! BLAT! BLAT! Move over Mozart, Beethoven is in a film The dog has a white owner [ ] has not killed. The laws of violence of confusing me, Maybe they are filming me too? It could be that I am lonely, hungry and lost and alone and spawned by some century: It could be that the Satan’s horn has to be lost and alone lost and alone “lost and alone” lost and alone
*lost and alone*
Thus were the six verses spoken that kept the time of day separate from The Wandered And the Ventured where met where the crossed path knew enough maze and history To accomplish meaning worth the tale and telling to the person dressed in a coat Standing next to the shop clothed in a century I will let you think what to call?… Not all life was labelled before The Fall Not all life was filmed before The Fall Not all Latin was spoken before The Fall Not all violence was ‘in’ before The Fall.
Thus spoke the seven Apocalypses of 12 stages of grief that court the dangerous soul Travelling far from the Astral Cloud Soon to marry the Harmonic Convergence / [ ] / Heaven is in between the rooftop of too much ambition and yesterday revision Of Iran and Camelot embattled in Christendom For what Fifedom taught the un-ancestered how to deal with about this way and that way And one big story One big hoard One big load The Lords v R and Regina Pull the other one about that wining and dining It isn’t even half past seven for the checking in crew of The Royal Albert Hall And the HEADLINE crew ready for one of those gigs Sit still without a jig Survive until half time without a cig Let the cage denounce the seat for some reconfiguration Your soul Your nation Your hybrid self received recovered half-membrane for some jiving, diving shares in a turncoat event from the usual rigmarole down the road at Buckingham
“Dancing in the Street!” …… ….. Chicago How the music played on! A nouveau riche lone love song to New Orleans Did you know where the lady had been? Did we know where I Passports had machines? [ ] and [ ] selling the spout out of the place [ ] in costumes settling contracts without a disgrace
The vile vile violence played on like a maestro conducting some orphaned Fanfare of guilded majesty without a rodeo at the end of it And the band played Mary Ride out Climb out Seldom are such chances seen To squeeze [ ] for New Years in between two [ ] and a clown show Foremost New Year’s friends and allies Secondly a dose of reality and hot ass that shouts and shies Away from telling other people of things what they know When the Mssrs say that the true show is down below Hells and fires down deep where stomach churning audiences are soft aware Of hair that shaved the Bardo and came back with Sultans’ still unprepared For the 2300s So let the games begin DJ’ing and all that Jazz [ ] won’t salvo that half day will she?
Lay ahead the corner of the road where the turning is meeting dust and lamp post And you will find me there within the club playing cards late at night. Again. The ammunition is lady And the tramp is the frame So remind to laugh When oil pays your Buy-In again.
Christmas time, Mistletoe and wine Children riddling with Islamic guilt and lined coats.
On to the next moat The Text will reduce the sales of wagon and post haste chariot and coarsely chartered star searcher A vagabond looking for money Money looking for a home A home looking for sex The sexed looking for his exes.
That was it! The mission, the meandering, the moribund mentioning of myself amongst the crowd for others to see What is it about me? You will see. I will see What I have seen The aged man and seventy years hence of experienced laughter What rages has been the inclusion of verse in the heraldry of time That accents the consultant to condition every crime? Mention Mouse Woman-frame The wooden man again. These are the flowers shared on the table for tea After the practice session of Jeet Kun Do at about a quarter past three.
Some would say there is a point to me Otherwise would look away to history Can the awakened stay in time for personal poesie When the truth into time is unanswered in front of me. Write! Flow on. Channel the Logos and settle the language Island to Island One day man will forget what a country is. One day woman will remind him where he belongs. Dance to the song Spin the record right around Satan is proud The Hell’s Angels are around Something is belonging again That about explains my brain. Useless to other Useful to some Mastery is a theme of ebbing and flowing.
So I may come back and go away again On the place where masts make sense of time.
Weedle down the winch and describe something done by the workman And let the lousy history woman wonder how her fiction is not the hardman. The Temple, the Missionary Position and the Hard Hat Can a bag of flour make the news when the cream of a pint of milk went flat? Acid attack! Shit on my face! Bukkake disgrace! Labelled an Ace!
Teleprompter race. All news will agree with you. There will be tea enough for two.
Nothing pleased the vendetta that got better when the Masque was a go-getter Fathoming the Mile-End climbing wall for the stalled halls of Mont Blanc And the random walks of celebrity no-thanks. Those were the eras of Think Tanks And those were the empty ears of raped Satellite TV Stations. Nations grew from nations Anthems told of House and Playboy Mansions again :India: was @fashionable:// and “the” – women – hid (their) [SHAME] Fashion was rationed Magic was a passion Maya was diminution Eartha Kitt’s granite was a steal for a maggot’s fruition.
Some where left out Workers went to the left Some where joined in Joe was with Pip again. Let me in! Let me in! The mirrors cannot stand that din. The mellow of a crowd walks high and proud And Adam is retrained after school for his Turin Shroud. All thinking things are possible to the benevolent great No thing is right for the Conservative straight jacket. Sausages and packages French bread and hags with witches and brooms to thanks for massages Stillness was [ ] and [ ] Vienna was a Cruise Liner beside yesterday’s Barge. Still nothing spoke to me of memory Nothing came back from the tracks of my beers. Force another one on me and let’s leave out the love, light, presence and three cheers There’s compassion on [ ] t-shirt for those looks that leer at me Streets free of the common reprieve A Queen who could not see A King who would not be 3 Princes who dared to dream Quiet children adrift on a mile high stream.
The wisest were visited by the messiest of men Who told them of a land of happiness and Zen Then they accompanied the mysteries of Mohammed To laugh at the landing of Doctors with more camping. If more is less than before in the currency Then how can you change the world in dungarees? Towns have space for people all over the place But monstrosities need great things to spread viruses instead of the human race. Quality Quantity Sayings that are free Quotes made easy for literary leprosy. What is the Medic? What is the G.P. I.Q.? What is the no answer your pension can see through?
Some came but they were not enough Charity was changed but the black bags were too tough Motions were passed but the Parliamentary shit got rough Lords were asked: But that [ (him?) ] was enough.
Edwards became the King that the schooled were in the ring And language became the singular of a Big Band that had no brother. “[ ]” sang [ ] for other tracks and that odd node Resistors were made so that blokes could get along too / without the Describable Crew “without the describable crew”
What was the Native Son in you? When they asked about Tibet, Viet Cong and Timbuktu? / add [ ] too “sue ‘Sue’ [ ]? Too two? [ ]”
Life carried on There was muchness of felatio and open carriage and alien foreignness The centre was taken by the horrors of the Operas The operatic effect of the claustrophobic reject Theatres played to crowds “Bravo!” rang around Africans starved [ ] starved [ ] Half under that pint hat Was a woolen that sang [ ] until it was [ ]. The youth were never to regret The pewter was never to saw the gauze The sciences were to claim the collective The noun was rallying the adjective on all fours. We’re animals again: The G7 strain 0202 and nothing was basic again Anymore, do you think of me City of the polls and the data that is free? Toltec, Mayan, Aztec and really Indian business affair Did you thank the Navaho when Victor Hugo Chvez stood where W. was all that stale and aware Of The Decider The Accomplished The ability to beat someone else Who will answer the best question under exam conditions When a review is available for a mid-life monk for a woman’s Llama’s health? The distraction of a driving licence The attraction of an open pen The harness of a Hen Night The burning furnace of not being to stop scratching. Itch elsewhere you noisy impudent witch I have an I when you are not a sold out bitch. Cost is effective when H.M.V. is alive and kicking But India is evil for the boisterous families of five that keep [ ] Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock Mahabharata was sold on another clock Boom! Shake the Room! [ ] has a good ‘Froom The slippers under his and their beds can be sold after noon On the Hill Station house under arrest For a marriage that is best Tears On My Pillow #[ ]
Children that test the patience of time cannot find time to place a good find So parents that lace their traced affections on so called friends with affections Need the cow-mowed mirror of media allowed To keep their venom socially acceptably popular and known aloud.
Fear the reaping of the wind Frighten the sleeping of the yogi within Dance like a Tahweer without a Caesarean fear That the knife’s edge will return again so soon This year That year Only year One bedroom apart The art of polyester sweaters The heart of a Chakra in the 1970s Jester The swimming pools of Selly Oak with the Asian of Tiverton laughing at jokes Seldom is Aldi seen next to Marks and Spencers… … The Shopping Malls in India will need music by December Africa will play [ ] again.
The wars broke out and there was never not no strain Speak and Spell did well again. Spot the I, Lose Your Religion But nothing could cast that doubt like Top of the Pops on your television. Malaysia Provinces Unopened maps Consequences French disguises High brow men with noble more than prizes. Courage was not befitting a life with a CV Bravery was put on hold for the toy soldiers on TV Love was a lost cause for [ ] and his Oceans’ clause Cowardice was an Arjuna affair
The years rolled in and the hours rolled out The lawyers thought of people Sometimes And [ ] drank and had some Twist and Shout Balls Minion [ ] What is the cash of that [ ] On and off T20 sofas that burn the Cricketing ledger? Come close together Let’s see the fireworks without the Baby Boomers Can you thank Waterloo for Napolean rather sooner than sooner’s reminded sooner? Shine on, you crazy diamond I’ve a drugged idea for you The mention of Birmingham for finance Is a proper tie for my romance in you.
Laugh
Joy
The erectile dysfunctional seek and destroy toy There were boys in Chesterfield with hair more blonde than the racist who sold me a magazine Do you know what that means?
All was contact All was war around All was pussy and preening pleasure All was a hospital that would someone or other very proud.
These were not the times of the ordinary man These were times when Patriotism was truly tested These were the times of lifelong business friendships These were the times counted by lifeless impersonal spendthrifts.
What is the Tune that satisfies the ‘I’? What is the helicopter doing in the sky? Who can censor when [ ] is frozen? How does Catwoman answer when her pocket book is not open?
That is the man the bat danced for That is the knob that is trained on the door Those are the alloy wheels [ ] died for That is [ ] laughing at Clocktower for all that that is worth.
Sell me the earth It is Democracy (right) Now! If one man is a good man, then the Bible can tazer Amy anyhow.
Buy me the planet Let me get permission for my imagination If no woman is a bad woman, the Christian can lazer my Ascension.
Hold on to the world There are structures in that: The man will come back for some more information and my house money and pet cat.
Those were the ideas of the 1770s These will be the ideas of the 1955s Dull are the Arcturians to spy more than Five Alive All will be One when Thumbs Up keeps Jalandhar striving For more than [ ] Boom! Boom! Tere Bhaen. Mine is the pen that keeps time twice. Open a laptop and swear by National Defence~ Make some notes and keep quite like [ ] Dance like a dinosaur close to a man called [ ] There will come a time to see another Ex.
Thus was spoken the poky Prophecy by an Angel next to me About a land before the memory that needed one or two things Sing! Sing! More than Singh, can the Guru get passed and “SING!” Thus was an alibi two decades and a regality without a dull thing.
Then the rain rendered a reddening sky that fell about the world There was temerity amongst the humid humans searching through Science Fiction The songs knew no diction The style of Harry was next to a man called [ ] And the models were as young as [ ]: [ ] & [ ] Again and again the Amethyst warmed the Cotton Gin The memory stirred the Vat and the cap came in second base As the rough rider made strides to solve the crime of unfashionability Unrespectability Undiminishing glory And the hours kept on singing for me.
For what is life but a song unless the depth of a Black Man’s woe be long? How can mother know the Karma of Ramadan and it’s leg warmers The jungle in the gym, the white people dancing themselves thin? There must be an agreer moment There will be a final atonement.
For hours were walked by when the slave master questioned me: What is the Egyptian acumen when the sand is not known to the elementary? The schools are walking on beaches that are landed afar by the whales of time, The mentioning of great soldiers that hesitate before the warriors of Thyme. Did you import that song? Great credit of momentous affair! Are you going to carry me along? When will I get my ‘her’ and get to get to Weston Supermare?
… Far far away from the shattered tiredness of an Astral Traveller The dreams of University correct the lazy vision dulled by Romantic haters. They said I was too short They called my coat unbuttoned They denounced me with and without hair So I swiped my goatee off them.
… Then came in the Dear Beethoven, For what will happen to you but Time. They will export their dicks and change While you and I sing exceptionally for the Australian about ranges That and this, this and that, stones and sabres, tooths and twats All is One for the Creator All is Danke Schoen for the waters They cross the sadness of difference better than me They bear the cross of wilderness better than me listening to ‘he’.
For once there was a time when man knew God And there were Nordic crossings when the men knew their Lords. This was before the Cricket This was before the wisdom of lady’s legs insured before the desks of Entertainment Tonight. Come to me tight and let me unbutton your costume of tired years and ages Dusted in formidable cages that nuisance the Great Barrier Reef For the Coral Snake of Brahma.
There is your Karma for a beard worth knowing There is your drama for a soul worth showing For once from all did 1 step forth And then from many did he point to the North. Ours is the penance of constant Continental mire Theirs is the Africa of linguistics that psychologise the waste of Aphrodite’s lyre.
Is there anything you can’t sell: Is there a price for those oil wells? When did you pan for gold: Was it your mother’s Civil War or beard that grew old? Facial hair
Clowns were kept the same when the nations were drained Artists were deemed integral when the Priests became Pastors for the Evangelical Intellect was property when the blonde had her hair dyed instead of her Jokes were dropped Jewish aplombed when Milton Berle knew the long hours ahead of [ ] and [ ] use of feminism’s use of the uncomfortable ‘her’. Is that a show I see before the telling TV? Are there defences for [ ] and me? Survivors on an island without a game of chance Drew dickery and top comeuppance for the layers that [ ] had plenary planned.
Some scripts were kept top secret The soundtrack was not known The administrator had had a day off The soundtrack was unknown The films were off the record The security guard was off with the Nation’s clone.
They had [ ] on a while back They day I walked into a lonely night with my laptop on tight I thought I saw a pussycat choose What the Black Man had a right for me to lose. I did not marry in the end Nor did I offend the clouds with a child to believe in For if I did who would take that If Britain batted first with [ ] telling [ ] that? What? Anything. Then let it be so. Some countries can take a change and let off others for Karma not being written about what is down below
On to the 21st Century: Vivekananda is their lecturer for the trees of silence The Indian Mother and her pastoral care for the billions under unaware Of the negligent negligee of sounds before blackness that awaken fair representation. “Fair’s fair” at 65 Fare at the fare: Keep the Carnie Code alive For a burn and no child left at the ranch And all those white collar crimes that the Black Man did catch.
“Save the pound!”, Save [ ] My future looks vague They called our Queen, a Stag Do.
Calm as the serene waters the days continued and no one saw the fights There were nights when the realm of Angels was actualised by the ostentatious seeing of a Rishi There were times when rhyme was as effective as “O Ye of little faith” before the fed with the little fishies.
For nothing works, sometimes not even time Krishna has experienced that, and Krishnamurti is fine Maybe you like cops and robbers Maybe you like to eat with your parents Maybe you come home from the Mandir early Maybe you write out God’s name with penance.
Thus spoke Muhammed to me, a little naïve of the duties Overwhelmed with the sedantry and newly acquired state of kid-adulthood Person-Before-State Been-Here-Before-Without-Ships-Mates But nothing seemed to work “Not even a past life before the bezerk” And they medicated me my Karma “And they meditated for their drama”.
On went the world in search of peace Adverts and the contours of a continuance of the readings of F Scott Fitzgerald FOR THAT IS THE WAY THE WORLD WORKS And we met for a drink at The World’s End Pub in Camden When the Jazz Café told us it was closed I Covid-19 I Corona Virus II Where have you been doing things for my embers lately?
And then they killed [ ], And [ ] stood next to [ ] and [ ] left Al Capone alone They murmured loudly about crumbling ivory towers of cookies fashioning down They clocks kept track of the CDs in shops left alone Big shops Little shops Fancy shops Next to underwear shops The kind of shops that India could so do with The kind of kindness that India did with The type of Stereotype that England was naïve about The Think Tanks run on again.
If that was Aphra Behn they would murder someone But because it is [ ] they have advised anyone Dowse the [ ] Karma in advice Blame anyone twice: Shaved or Bearded like a Baby next to a baby [ ]. Did you eat ham? Next to Athena when the Saturdays were open There were people without the fuss of Iran Next to the people buzz of background Muzak of and from (but maybe not ‘with’) [ ].
For this was [ ] And not the [ ] by [ ] And [ ] records did not know [ ] And [ ] was the best voice to read the news from and bring The noise from [ ]
One walk was enough for shame in Smethwick One road is enough with their houses on One alley can playback enough songs for the Indian Bollywood immigrant crew: “Acky 1! 2! 3!” That is for me. Proud of my history. Shame it is the wrong one, son Like the father who did not know his mum.
Land was given to man for housing Such was the Nazi decree Then came the internet for delousing Those who searched through family trees.
For this was the way the world sounded The day after Bollywood and sounded Judgement After all the spoken words of the Black Man on C.N.N. “How much land could he reclaim?” Fame. Live forever. Confuse never. Nobody will see you do it. Pick a pocket Oliver and confess to the clever man. Live on the Welfare State and we will tell [ ].
For grass was once green to two people And many more got that wrong.
It was off to the Vatican for a Records check And more checks bounced off those that need being named Their game, their stammer, their shadow and svelte debonair asking hammering: How will you do? How will you achieve? … The wealth of one nation, not yet a Continent on youth’s TV… a Vet knows an animal by now / Your “ours” is confusing to the Trillions of Dollars by now
When will a keyboard have OM? When will we signify Qi? Who can lesson the Pi of Silicone Valley That [ ] was not [ ] in [ ] 3?
Such loneliness and barren desperate appealing consummation to the gathering and closeness of fools The fools without fools Who cannot be called fool? “That that which nothing greater can be compared” Who called that [ ] fool? Those with stereo on as Superbowl brown merchant adverts went on air
and thus the world whirled on and people searched for significance lying about the world of work and dying to tell the truth, one by one One by One.
The sounds of the Asian Underground went Trip Hopping by The melody of the naysayer went seriously about labelling that not Jungle posse Talvin DJ’ed where [ ] left off The sound of a whooping cough never did run smooth Mumps, Rubella, Measles and (now) M.M.R. “rude health” Sell Buy Stealth Wise “Whys?”
All aboard! And the train left the railway a little after 10 And there was Zen To cope with the rough and nasty pushing past me Eating your pastry Have you heard [ ] lately?
Get me to my i-Pod on time! I will listen to those [ ] and their rhyme. If Jai can belong with Ho Then down below I will sail those stormy waters and duly go With the Jewry and Jury of the uncommonest hours Who stole Oliver Twist and those Law Courts?
(.come.)
Real is to real and life is to life Soul is to soul as Jazz is to be But if meat is to wheat as sheaths of corn are to are Then weakness is available after penmanship when you … ‘R’.
This poem was self published on Amazon Book in c.2020
I
I do not see as well as I could see Come to me in the darkness of the visible light And send to me the permission For vocal emissions of joinery, technician and fight. Money and expenditure for the per diems of the walking tight Roped to the funjoys of the alikeable tenaciousness – The thespians took my height. Born too short to be a model Yet I ask of thee the vocality of projection From an erection of dejection that my spire is dependent On the off-note of the scoffing of tea and cakes: Me and me Yours and ours For the candlelit hours.
Do you dine with the heresy? Are you feeling so free? That is not that until the rapper has gone splat My generations upon the wall of hope and trope. Tomorrow a new century will arrive and the cob-house Will and memory, and the door mouse, Knowledge and temerity Come to my house and settle me a vanity affair Thatched clowns and the humour of journaling – Diet, diary, dairy and acknowledgement and the told serendipity of meeting house(d). Were you there? Did I need you? What was the word I asked for but A.N.D.? Can you stand the aptitude of gratitude for one I understand? When the land meets questions, the hands will know dissention New words will mimic my erudition for the elliptical Serotonin.
I am a Ronin of rhyme A man without a crime A style without time And the crappest thing haunts me: Where was I when [ ] needed words? What was so absurd about [ ] hands in his pockets? Have you a locket for me? to store my interval of service history, Mr and Mrs Internet up above: So in love. Dovetail me to labelled history and free me from the stencil of the imagination That sees more than B.U.T. They say I am corrupt Writing and editing put for the market in place of [I and I]. Would you join him for a conjunctive eye-balling and a word salad with some scientist of the scenes of where his third wife has been Housed-man Car-driver Water-diviner.
Clouds in the sky need time (from time to time) Yogic breath is rhyme without the perfected perfection of direction of your questioned impression before the uneven keel and my steal of your intellect. Why did you invent the Created? What is the end of the debated sully on derivative hurt that is the worst of meetings of Drs and their central heating? My Dad was a Dr when the hotter than July weather caused me an egg sandwich on the beach Was he in reach of a Dictionary when the ephemeral liability was not muse and morbid manufacturing of a mortuary of understanding? Call ‘that’ a word for the hatred of The Absurd As and like I ask for some space in this race of human horses and cowish disgrace To start where I finished and found a literate mate of the din and trace Of my face in the looks and eyes of Captain Enterprise at it again ~ The Corporate Strain ~ ~ The Consumer Credit Act (again) ~
Again and again And I said “and” to the master who never sent me a Beaver back Some sand blaster for the blisters in my retrained claim to know the brain Found liable by the Python that was a Psychiatrist. Without mercy you did create That man who did my mother hate And found his rock of Plymouth and Monmouth confusion with Geoffrey To set upon me In all earnestness and very sincerely Seriously The right time to be wrong.
I lived out of the love of the field as an agent of the libraries There was the online Law Review with the postgraduate crew But what for me? When you never visited me and told me of the evil of fame before Thee To counsel and govern a rogue and pleasant staff before religion That invoked a karmic cataclysm before fashion and intifada. Give me The Father and I will send my Da’ back to you My Dada art review potholing something or other with Andy Warhol.
All over the place In the desert Corridors of castles Jousting and Stigmata Hassle free Press Kindle one font sometimes.
There may not be time to meet him So maybe I will race to Heaven? Can I take some friends there? Or do you love your Doctors more than me? Mr Stephen and <…ingrained …> Literacy. Yankee Doodle and Bras to you now For those stenographers who knew my ‘Whys’? and ‘Hows’?
never a moment free from a fight even when the maps are given up to the white light.
What quote would please you? What haven is safe? Where is the diction of found direction from your reporter? What religion is accentually safe from Accenture trapsing languishingly of University years Beers Tears Phuket I am travelling too! This is my year for a literary review! We are going to sit here and find my station hard For the feminists dropping H’s doing drunk Yoga near The Shard. Can you appeal that in a Penguin opening page? Or do you fault my free time with some more corroborative rage With the thrill of your pills so unstatic with the excitement and chills of being read See the red Through calling it being read And we will be back to reviewing reviewed skills.
Originality. Death. [ ] Monument: That is us. What you meant. 80 years to come of ‘[ ]’.
So, on goes the journey and the embellished man is spent. The woman is so trembling that the money is in the honey pot It is not meant for the arrival of meaning The hour will come instead There will be proper shares present for the shares of the striving To misspell intent before the cannon balls of war That left the open plains of the Grand Canyon belying A Cowboy’s immersion in Spirit to steal what was not given And retreat some lethal weapons of exchanges that hurt the heartened expectation of dewy Jewry return of a mixed hybrid Self That unknown sexuality
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Before And After Being – and becoming burned .
The fires of William Blake are no mistake to the trained Shaman who withstood the insult of self:// Self.com From the health of the wealthy man. Who is it that needs a nursery? Who is the contact gardener? Where is the planted oath of a fattened, flannelled, fattened and farting self That was walking beside muscles and stealth? Spy on me some more Heal me with your whores I was never so unforgiving As when I would not lash out on the lash with your drunken living. Say one pint is enough withing a Self-Help time And let the gyms be reminded of what was not mine At school Home and away Is it your walk or your walkway that gives special comeuppance to your grassy stare Share that Vet Yet, the serpent if at all it cold calls is calling the snake pit And all those things that it kept down there in the undergrowth Of wanting to be waning and waxing in the songs of the 80s and 90s Pills travels faster than water God bless your daughters They have been reading too What those things are going to do to them that call out “the number 2”! Tell them my name is yet vetted for a poetic beating amongst the meeting of great and mediocre minds Not meeting on social grounds to laugh at the founding of Tapioca. What was his beef? as he stared at my mind With my feet on the ground unemployed in your foundries. Corrosive fires of Hell are here again in the furnace of the brain Not beholden to the wellness of the healing crew that stake the amount {The amount} {The amounted to} {That which you have amounted to} It has to become an Augustinian L.O.L. What the Hell can heal that? Rolling on the floor might be America at the fool’s door.
[one poem was I afraid to read: one Tutorial I was lotus seated and thus but a
seed]
Before a master who told me well and then That: This was no Queen or Muse and then friend. They have spoken of him before. To, You With pernicious doubt in the survival of the species in those houses not called bricks For thick pricks called Teachers Immune from time Telling the All-in-All when is the crime Until beaches are erased again And newspapers are their fear and not man’s best friend. One moral friend? One more amends! Let him go, Sir! His next life won’t be so woman, you fuck!
Such words are fallen when the interview room is stalling For no news from the News Crew How do I rearrange the TV and those Channels for you? Would they rhyme for his dime? And can you spend while you send him to York for those new works? Often is the psychological scribe at work For the world of mirth unespied on my undevilish sentient commentator. Now you see me tomorrow you are me then the army Now a repeat word. Work and an interview technique would shirk some child support on that third eye you call your zone. Stay alone. Then is the cage of loveless, lifeless rage.
Then the potted path was planted and I fell down off the desk Fail the missionary position for the matter of mistake and unspoken remission To repeat the false as well as the fluid away from the clueless Doctor who needed 3 A’s. Great gait Good mates Nice witness Wine and dine at 9.
So, The Social Was the venue How many strikes at an i=Poet for the football venues? Can you Avenue The Father? Or is Gandhi now your only journey to turn the key away from my prose and poetry? Sale away Hunger no more Cloth me in black Show me without Adidas. It may be that I go O.T. It won’t be that he knows me But if I should see your face again, What if it is five, two or ten? How many women were uncouth for the ravaged savage of time That presented a Bipolar disaster so cleanly unquestioned before a lime? Many did you repeat before me So unclever was my language affair, That speaking back was an art of silence Doubt will become some unquotable of dense marriage between the driver and the path When I saw another Doctor drive past My English Vistas Of a land that never welcomed me. Is the lonely drug molecular Are the big hugs from [ ] and Sathya’s [ ]? What would you ban from the man with a van Who learned how to read from history? Time immemorial and destruction Relinquish your hold over the television You were not on it so Royal, Red, White and Blue Then what is the hoot in the Nanny State with you in another form in another world “We will have no Sci-Fi unreality here with England’s girls!”
Dark are the histories of England Horrored are the times of Americas Some would honour the man with a new species Some would honour him with a new mate Some would honour him with outing gay people Some would send him home with women full of hate: If the table mat met tea and Fair Trade with safe mirrors. the dangerous is always so tempting like this and like that Rat-A-Tat-Tat: The 90s went & *!@!!SPLAT!# (!!!) Were you at Wembley when 80 was a thousand? Or was it [ ] with [ ] that makes you house proud now? You-Tube alone with those equitable hands And come to me so honourably with those awards for theatres and sports stands. How much do you need me for, when the land is half and out the door? What is time when the Meeting House is shut and I am locked up in an emotionally described sedition? Bring me more! Yeah! Bring the Noise! Oooh Oooh! I want you to do well and be more man like the AQAL (guys).
Thus was the journey from the 1700s to the early 1800s lost upon the literary reviewers of our worth The earth was healed without another William being feeled So that Shakespeare was diahorrea when football was at 1 o’clock. So much to do in monkey time Dorset us fine, for lyrics about men with Dolls and highs and lows Thanks for kicking me down below. You’ll need a (BBC) show.
They were sad to see the next century start.
What words do you use: Paranoid, Depressed, Manic… Psyche-Man? If you start with my Thyroid will you stop with my dick? Do you want a lick? How about a flick? That is not the butterfly effect Karma and the synchronized dysfunctional effect Dystopian reflexological commentary upon time Shoes unworthy of question and answer time: What if I was a woman? Would you like this line now? What would it take to please you, When I do not drive your nurse like a (“fat (‘white’) ugly”) cow?
Is poetry biographical, And the biographical biological? Or are those your testicles, In your face like a vestibule?
Graph me an answer when your newspapers have Cancer And you cannot recycle Genes like some D.N.A. landing on a spleen. In the past we knew the rising of the sun Now your money is my unemployment; but if you read the Reus between the lines, Angry Man, whose rape did you feed those Dictaphone tapes, Learn-it-Again “Ma’am”?
So much to question, So much to try So much for Jesus And her Jizz in your eye. Would you like it 3 ways? Or how about on all fours? When it comes to Beastiality, What horse and carriage is yours?
Are you proud of his nation, With no-King with no Grandstand on Saturday afternoon? Or is it that you call the goal-scorer a hat-trick, So that his wife can wag her tail like a dog at some Postcolonial “coon”? Stop my trope when I hit the garden Lest the right wood debilitates my right to human values with a penis that hardens. Is that yours, Dr-Man? Or is that the described verse? When I can’t tell the time of arrival Of my groomed L.S.D. and that subsidiary. There’s an ocean at the end of that shrub If you look past the journey ahead for a Trojan to wield his grub After the motion is passed for the Eden to have tasted Some virtue without a class that will hurt you. How far words? This is abused and that is absurd. Now I am third from last And the Bible is being blessed by those who tutored the Irish some class. Rsi Rishi I.R.A. They say the cause of a nation Will transcend a flag and a march one day. Did I boo or hiss in your serpent lair Or fail to please your crowd? Can you ask the Angels what virtue said, When you guffawed at your own jokes so loud? Catch me up on my Bandana, Mr Hells-Angels: Rock n Roll plans for return and retirement Your nurse is loud and Clairvoyant The denial of empathy in poetry. “Thought is best” “You are not well” Repeats from the Channel That know the past, present and future of Govinda so well “Oh, well” “It’s off to work we go!” “Be on time” Imitate “Don’t be late!” “Don’t be late!”
Fit in.
II
If all the selves were known Would any of them be as sold As the one who gave me fortune When Shakespeare gave me gold?
Thus was the mediocrity of amateur divinity before The Classics While the time was spent remonstrating before the Plastic Surgeon How many kindnesses were a thousand times When the skirt torn apart upon the grass could be few In comparison to Hippies enlightened in the 1960s.
It may be unsure It may be sure But such was the versification of lyrical dynasty upon the character of memorable mentions When personification returned to me to question the prescriber’s quill For pence, pen and distance And some amateur dramatics of my own: When in fact I did mean, “Yes” and Consent.
“No” would have dealt another burden of proof to Counsel.
All was known and nothing was known and The Chambers did summon the right look As the right hook landed on my jaw From the Coppers staged non-Southpaw And the CCTV by the bus-stand.
Nothing should make sense if anything can make sense And that way Shakespeare will and shall be known.
The curtains were drawn and the Players played on With allowances and per diems from the tax structure of England and Wales And Scotland danced a little ditty to the left As Wales played a dragon of a tune to China. Such were the courtesies before women when the Act was not yet 10 minutes drawn And so much spit was on the floor for some buffoonery with the stars of Friends (IMDb).
Mention to me not the emission of a quote from a website: I am thus greater than all the other people who donned on a film as well. As well. Moods were tunneled deep into memories waters for the journey of a century to reach William Blake and hope to transcend an African’s two pence worth, Mummy, where is my black dad and how many daisies does he have in the future with a DeLorean and some Capital Gains from an Almanac in the interim stages of Bardo and “Well Done!” [They were not built to quote] The names The stages The hazy days Out in the field it was another sort of story The hoary quizzing of a dizziness of another sort Arjuna’s Stout and Port Love, Come back to me and land and I will marry you to my underhand and I will be married to some underhand man.
Comedy and time continued and the boards were touched upon by those wealthy enough to know of London from within it’s boundaries Centuries later the nation was born There was a splatter of Slapping Before skis were worn and won at Davos. Andrew and Amos came first Nothing was the same when those smiles went unrewarded for those sums of petition.
The petticoat was developed for some debauchery And the coziest corset was consumed by well condemned and considered blueish dossers in dozy society Collating the views of those considered still Somber And quiet sober… Come and join me. I will add on to verse in other ways than you know of. Story of man. Do you understand Pakistan?!
Thus I ran an emotion out for the theatre of sleepy stardom seeking some alone time And penance and crime Then the pennies will be mine And all reward will come to the close of scenes Where we have been The brightest Bard has been aboard the ships of sailing Nautical vision Abridged condition These are the advised dimensions of a hoot with an owl dressed in a white coat: Grades are for Shakespeare Amiability is for Shelley Fashion is for Gaskell The clothing of time is the Gothic crime Like revenge is mine for the pushiness at school Fools and drunken members! I shall remember Another cult victim is boon The shop is shut before dawn Another son dies And another father goes to court and tries.
Then the Romantics heard of the nuisance of the examined respect Undress a liar like a lizard Find yourself waiting for Darwin in a snow blizzard Blokes cartooning your Industrialization Scientific reinvention Historical revision American stories are capable The land of Hope, Glory, Invention and Creation.
Find yourself without the handiest help from the hounds and foxes For the wandering missions in the forests courting the jesters before Lear Talking proud Animals and girls allowed How is it that brown cow are known in India? before and after the kindness of a fellow before is the laughter of fineness in Othello I am you a long time ago I am Iago from the longest time ago. Machinery is here from the shares in the cellar The dungeon is not yet strewn with enough calling for how much the travelers returned. York, New York, Rameses, The Great Wall of [Chinese named it and us China].
Thus was the fashion spared for demons to be repaired Ghosts and goblins did traverse the footsteps of omens at Dublin And Ireland was included again one day. Let your Lords have say Let your Lords have say These are the days when it is common to repeat the tongue.
No such imagination was found when the rose was sick with dowsing The rapscallion of wisdom was banned from repeating Shakespeare’s name: Blame! To blame a man Is to settle his wit before court Hand his jacket short before the gallery again where women know his address Today is a day and an age Yesterday was a location known to Boss and the Royal Guard.
I shall punctuate well in the afterlife Strife and Australian understanding The land that was demanded Cosmic imbalance Aboriginal dance Drums in the opened-up stance Of a healing not rewarded to a poet Skeptical responses in time.
I wish I had meaning in me Far from the battering’s of the sea Then silence the Ego and get on board with a fairness How can you smoke a Hamlet and pay for tax on rebirth with mirth and gay love everywhere? Master! Guru! Sheikh! and ‘Dame’before the Everest of Dukes and Duchesses of today’s internet Press Pay for the best! 666 is the sign of the Beast’s sigh! Satan has the numbest test! Christ is cross at Krishna!
Thus words were spoken and Buddha calmed down Frowns at aeons human endeavour The military beat up the literary India was named: Paki WOG Sadar Swami Bhuna Sikh Hindu … GOD Thor smiled and sent an aside of an emissary I farted and the thunder said D.E.P.A.K.O.T.E.
Deep Throat was not on in the B4U Wonderland There was some problem that Sadhu did not understand Catches in the slips Nipples that did not dip properly Photos with the most notes on them Sorries for the sarees again Strains on the tongues of mighty men Happy manners unbooked on the mobile phone Unhappy symmetries afraid of tigers in the strong stark daring wildness of being alone In the cunning wiliness of a land with castles and temples Where Monarch knew Maharaja and the Guptas claimed Bronze, Silver and Gold.
Untold where the Olympics to the William Blake crew Who solved the problem of their individuality through and through By walking through life and limbs alone Not making any interesting phone calls on the mobile phone Cellular tower Pylon and construction workers’ hours Pay me a tenner Wage flat tax on the land for some equations I understand: Flying man! I flail to redo my A-Levels Can you add Psychiatry to that plan? “Brothers and sisters!” “These prayers are not for you!”
The barbarians sat in the stands and watched the watered crowds take down the tents And the masters directed the kids caper for some dusty barren land that was all they could understand Kicked up a fuss He was one of us And sometimes a woman was taken outside, around back, and thanked.
What leering do you do? When the Act is second And your men are such demons That I cannot recommend to you A change in your ways Some new sayings for your brain And a heart in between those chakras of yours that are straining. Call me a Devi I shall set you back some thousands of years I shall sell you to the Divas They have black Devas And you can dial them back collect and tell them P.E.R.I.O.D.
Rhyme was crimed and the clouds stood up to Down Syndrome As Misters in the Twentieth Century settled on Private Health Care instead.
III
When Macduff had enough The loss of Paradise was repeated But something was staring strangeness in the face: A condition of bibliography without Universities that were defeated.
Man stole from man Woman joined in too The New Age crew As Blake said you would do. Thus were the Angels arched over the backs of layered paradoxes Where the unthankful could make the cakes of druggies for unmothered boxes Departed to Africa Insurance and dementia.
Come back soon!
Light worker crew.
IV
Two problems thus predisposed man: I. The understanding of alien implants in relation to the new Castles of England to intake consent and vibrant philological philosophy seriously. II. Dickensian America condescending itself to repeat mining in Casablanca’s neighbors for speed, intonation and enlightened colonoscopies.
Pets were carried to Vets Jobs were controlled by the wondrous owners Marx was saluted with the World Wars of The Word and England Jehovah gave up thanks to Stalin himself (H.I.M.) for hymns not yet sung by Lenin in Heaven to Trotsky. There was no Science in the sky Swedenborg gave it another try Energy was always of the sun That Son was number one. Only, If only Rudyard and some Kipling mistakes My heart is aching for a veranda.
Come with me to the sky and try again to remind oneself of the claim Tonight and tomorrow She will know no sorrow In the open forum of quested discretion How will you end those turnips for eyes that are freight and mean deliverance when recommendation Is another Oscars thank you and Award show Without the right light on the reds and greens of coming and going The Lakshmi seed of seeing and knowing Where the affluence will spread after the good day When money is spent downsizing for some to have a say. Autumn is still not snowing The Lake District is glowing With words that are worth a holiday in Spring. Take your Laptop there and see what demure contention to my accreditation Your racing intellect with bring > those Doctors told > those nurses tricks were old > thou hast racy thoughts The NHS afford Tibet some new beds Try Civil Disobedience and Passive Resistance instead.
Cold and warm are the solid forms Worry is it’s own storm Claret is a wine best served after the normalization of income Sturdy writing desk Sports car in the womanliest checking closet Dreams that are not yet homeliest Lonely are the days and nights without parental support: Curry Man! Make that successful and W.O.R.K. I was on the Euro And we all saw what that meant.
The Newspapers were used to reframe black and blue The baulk line separated the union of Viper’s Asanas From the record of vinyl and tape deck and those claiming Enlightenment since the 1980s Watery edge Windows and fledgling, failing man, I guess Walking under the ladder would be best For luck and some clues to your whereabouts? Where about are the honeys and bees in Bombay’s stingiest handouts lest anyone lay a little egg for me.
I cannot condone a condom But there may be more said on that the next time we meet.
Thus were the 2 matters settled and the Muses paid up squarely and surely Tasered Rationalist, Greek and Scientists Please be aware of an emptiness beyond the norm Stemming from the brain Anger again Skyscrapers are plain for all to see That some romances deserve some sort of pittance and chivalry… … Surely Have No Doubt belongs here on 12/02/2021
I studied this book in my final year at Oxford and explored how the African American race searched for identity and power through their novels. In this book Alice Walker created a new style of writing to explain the painful experience of racism she was having. She wrote the novel in a series of letters.
Area 51 is a testing ground for vibrations and frequencies after alien contact was acquired by the USA in the late 1950s. It is unique and no other country appears to have invested their resources and money in such a site. The UK needs to update its policy after there was an increase in alien and UFO contact after 2012 and provide for development as it does not accept evolution and biomedical changes in the human genome because of the racism in Parliament and The Royal Family as they focus on Islam to repair their memory cells for having forgotten Jesus Christ as He knocks on their door with Krishna, Buddha and Allah at ISKCON and asks to be taken seriously about acquiring a new body for another birth on earth when levels of consciousness are raised and America is forgiven for having betrayed His memory with their belief in the Second Coming of Christ that led them to desecrate Church History worldwide and bring us to the brink of World War Three while the Vatican still does not accept world news narratives and abides as its own country to see itself replicated in such a site as Area 51.
Wild Stage 