The moon 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 Hadron Collider
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 Hussein 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 The Usual Suspects (IMDb)
Who does not well up with pride when Lomax is called Vanity and not Jealousy in The Devil’s Advocate
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 O Brother Where Art Thou? (IMDb) at his door { fear }
For Alla’ told me one thing and that was enough with the love lost labouriously 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 The Winter’s Tale 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 Michael Jackson 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 De Niro 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
Melania Trump 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 Audrey Hepburn
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?
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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 Hans Christian Anderson or game of hangman … (where’s the noose?)
AI Summary
The poem begins with celestial imagery — the moon, the sun, eclipses — to establish a cosmic stage on which human history unfolds. From there, it moves into war, empire, Afghanistan, Parliament, the failures of democracy, and the cultural anxieties of the 20th and 21st centuries. Literary figures (Woolf, Plath, Tolkien), spiritual icons (Krishna, Muhammad, Brahma, Shiva), and political forces (Islam, Pakistan, the Nation of Islam, drones, neo‑liberalism) appear as part of a vast symbolic network through which the speaker tries to understand his own suffering, illness, and identity.
The poem repeatedly returns to themes of misunderstanding, psychiatric judgement, racialisation, spiritual longing, family wounds, and the burden of being “too deep” for the institutions meant to help him. It blends autobiography with myth, pop culture with scripture, and trauma with humour. The speaker confronts teachers, doctors, reviewers, academics, parents, gods, demons, and himself — all in an attempt to reconcile the contradictions of his life.
The final movement turns toward reincarnation, dharma, the wheel of life, and the possibility of healing. It ends with a recognition that destiny, fear, and spiritual searching have shaped the speaker’s path — and that the journey continues, even in uncertainty.
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