Enlightened Yoga

Do I fear you if the crude fact is exact
In the exactitude of being rude about attitude
When the lyric and the ode is so small
To the point of meaning at the end of my nose?

Did you follow me there to care about the hairs and bristles
Now waxed with a Turks’ fine thistle and weeds
Of a tortured inept feed of employed luck and di-granteur
That deepens mans health for the wealth of the Minotaur.

Go with him! Settle your debt with the crossbows that tale the affair.
The journey is of an over-ness too quickly and ‘these days’ does not descend,
To my male friend to make amends for the political discrepancy
Of how I was Lemurian first and he grew up with Gulliver’s worst?

Tolls are on bridges for the talk of a long marathon of wife and child
Redressing the imbalance of Disney in Paris for the eagle eyed mildness
Of temperate investment in a European affair of not being One Money
always spending, always shopping, always love and drink some (More?)

There was a show on the dancefloor and the market moved to freedom
Hours were spending time with children for extra examination
But nothing moved their French and German to Herman Munster
And a friendly smile for the American crocodile that grew up unrhyming ‘Alligator’.

See the confusion? Spot the protrusion. Aeons from now: It’s a beaten cow.
There is there and that is that, so this is this for them to be them.
Sociology and Weather Reports do not respect my evening escorts
So why do I repeat myself to time that does not love me?

Love me now, again, awhile & let’s sing of Krishna and lonely dancing styles
For he is learned of the Nigger and a race so profound
To have conditioned Indian women for romance that is not brown.

Again. To the step. Let’s have one more from Spike Lee:
What is the perfect Fall for a sonagram from Thee?
Your God gave you a Father and your sons are gangs with delinquents:
Let me catch up on some demographic bliss with Theresa May
About how Amal knew St Hugh’s with her equivalent.

Is this what was meant when the 1980s got spent, one day at a time,
Eckhart Tolle’s crime – Now is when I say Gibraltor –
Tomorrow is when my friend’s wife’s client enlightens a halter neck?
What the heck? And can you inspect a reject of John Singleton’s assured fashion?

See that now, 7 years in tow, like a Tibetan film & Heinrich chillin’
What is the Master, who is the student, DPhil Potential and an O.T. ruin
British Mental Health, 4 hospital acquittals, my arse and your face
More Colonial than you can shit on.

Please sit on the mat. Questions that. I’m a minority report
Before I am a law in Tort. Your children know you before a clue
About the Crown in Courts that I paid to resort to for a career
And my fears of economic disaster when you the black became my (Psychiatric) master.

Boss. Man. Lonely friend. Do that again when I am worth my end.
Yours is not the Christian or the NHS: Jesus gave us his best.
What is a Pharoah but a holiday to an equipped man
And where is the Socrates but some bytes in your M&S land.

Was it my Degree and loss of millionaire ambition
Or was it your S.P. and wife with her child’s A-Level revision.
In such darkness made up like the colour of your face
How much Satanism is coming for the end of your disgrace?

So dunk with Jordan at 92, this is not a time for the Buddha in you
You don’t like The Bhagavad Gita and Krishna is a clown
So raise your first fists again with opposable thumbs to keep The Olympics down,
Quick runner, unopposable leader, what is the land mass of Christian true?

If it’s more than a Muslim will you take the Jew on with it:
And as for the homosexual Dr in the office, can I get a clue for his Clooney revisionist?
Is this man into The Monuments Men for some dope art?
And does he want Depakote to raise Acidity and Ph for knowledge of fart?

> PJ Harvey >>>>

This is the time of CoVid and wisdom
So lend me some fears and lyrics to dis them?
What is option when China is not Africa
And who started the disease when all I heard was black laughter?

Checkers

On the way to the word spiritual
Is a typical retrospective ritual
To find out all that you don’t know
About who is not you certainly.

Then the definite article can be found
And the usual suspects will be brown,
So don’t complain of the masterplan
To wait for the overshadow and Africa land.

For, if man is not known after 1980,
And the Nobel Prize going Tibet’s way
Then how can human numb more than Sci Fi
When volition is evil for evolution to try a drive by?

Masters and servants are now my table merchants
I eat the vocabulary like potters clay with Islamic love:
Maybe that’s Ishmail anymore on the oceans
And a courtesan is lost in the past with The Kite Runner’s sequel trove.

Mentions are few and far between for what means something to me
Hidden from the dens of Oxford’s dense forests
Where the legacy of litanies was humanism resolved
To court the jester who opened his mouth with problem solving.

That was the opening act of a poet lost in the towers of knowing it
Like a Babylonian Prince of deceit and chasing darkness
Facing hardship for the throws on the internet affair
Where the awareness does not sit well with 19-1000s-Millenniums.

The English land is so betrothed to sand that travellers come and go
With merry love on their hand. Show me again the Titan’s strain
To rove where the Martian knows American music with Holz.
Then the comeuppance can dance with the ordinary and culture can cope.

So on the way to the bank for literary thanks
With my books on the open and not so free market:
Is a word to the Heal who is no show stealer
That today is no Black Friday with such a hearkening.

Stay alive like John Travolta and revolve unlike Revolver
Don’t sell all for an out with the Beatles version of Twist and Shout:
There was more to Jack Lemmon than dancing (white) like John Lennon
So send hoops to Jordan for a brighter affair.

One day we will get there to a bright affair
It just needs speaking again.
Then the table cloth is rinsed and the colour runs out
So the negro is not Chubby or Checkers to cost what it’s all about.

If I was Middle Eastern then maybe my midrift would matter
For the psycho-somatic distress of a Hindu who is fatter
For all the care from the Drs about the nurse who saw
A beef eater love chickens more than Arjuna at the door.

Common Parent

How much he takes out on us
Riding the bus like a common parent
Things that he meant to say but left in clues
Something for me and the politician’s cold cold hearts.
Blowing the socialist world wide apart
When the Wiley Coyote shit is ugly like a bird pooing on the alligators down by the African stream,
As friendly as an Oxford hall
When the men were nice and the problems were small.
Oh how the ages have been unkind to the mind
Stained glass windows with the gaul to show up in my house
Chasing the rat to beat the scientific mouse
When the culture fades into an LSD spin
And the naughty mouse wins to epic the story for the Djinns.

Pride

What awards has Nobel given?
What estates has he blessed?
Where is the evening out of his grace?
What is a school tomorrow for his pride?
When is the State alive for what could be planned?
How long is the dictionary lane to the organised meeting?
What is the roughage of the shit of a Psychological Degree;
When all it still is is property, Flag and the Celebrity Centre of Scientology?
What has the medic done in England?
What is a GP to the boy scouts and girl guides handing out cookies in America?

#MyBookieWookie ^ LSD
Time controllers again and no awards
Verification
Leader by attribution
No other nation
Tibet cannot be Rwanda
They list the causes
They control the donations
Now he sighs when all is branded
Now he complains when his Indian sex orgies have been commanded
What is the complaint that Arjuna knew to give Krishna
Once a nervous breakdown, always unreliable.

For why do you war, Russell, and shit on the talk show couch?
What are these laws you speak over & why does Jimmy Kimmel and Matt Damon make you say “ouch”?
Who did what to whom when Rishiboy graced the world,
With a flash of Depakote for Epilepsy on the BBC?
When Aishwarya wore leather for Wossy?
And his fat ugly wife bought shares on Images on the computer?
When is a King so inert?
When his Princeship is codes in a predicted poet?
When is his child so revert?
When blondes are their prediction from a poet?

Slow down there tiger and lets lets,
For Akaash Rani that you won’t let go…
I know all the biographies of demonic English writers
When will you share with us this Krishna,
For God’s sake, surely, that is what we’re having a go at?!

With

(Yo Mama)
The Pharcyde on Cassette in the 1990s
So tell them Noam as you hide your plans
To dominate the world as Plato from victory land
That Israel is Is it Real for the worst of human kind
And shit on a Church that Bill Clinton still wants to teach Russell Brand to find.
Give us the tape from Hulk Hogan, sir, of your cock being sucked
For the losers in Haridwar that Will Smith taped to touch
Then, maybe then, you’ll see the Rish out in public land
As the worst horror of politics so old, white and demented for anger to understand.

What were your local elections and how do you follow the teacher
For Abishek using Aishwarya too many times in print
Run the hurdles in your private schools on English land for a stint
Turn around that fashion in the world of time
Pity the failure you see in Rohan and Ritesh that is not karma…
Give Peter McDonald one more try
For an essence of Indian law courts with Jenny Afia and a Jewish creampie.
Once

#FreeTibet is not my organisation
I wrote #TibetForever because we were 1990s Scientology

Character

A character trying to be English
Is not a Welshman trying to be a Scot
For a Frenchman playing with the Irish
Is lost when the German is in Japan with a robot.
The Canadian playing with the American
Questions the Brazilian waxing lyrical with the African.
Then the Peruvian is selling coffee to the Columbian
Lost in strains of medicine with the Swiss and Portuguese.
The Queen of Spain pleases the Dutch
And the Maltese falcons fly south to Madagascar for the winter
The Australian demonises the British for his ancestry
While the Chinaman accepts the Llamas from Tibet back home.
These are the things my garden gnomes watch
While I hustle amongst the leaves and raze the lawn.

In such a way the world is a tripid thing to spell out loud
While the mature men travel and do business with the proud.