hinduism

You Can See Him

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Though the measure is not rhythm
The measured is seething division
This is the way of the too soon thinking
Men were drinking
Soldiers were in divisions too
The platoons were Vietnamese too soon
We don’t like Tom Berenger!
We rather like that erratic other fellow
He smoked the pipe and let the rascals read what they wanted
Then he ran the gauntlet and moved on to other songs
Playing it long
Stretching it out like some swan
Diving into a lake of piss and acid
Where the thanks from the Drs was the same
Unsupported artistic lives and loves from the U.S. President
Things he knew too well to survive
The tempestuous seas of the best travelled man
Who had to buy toys for his children when he got home
Instead of raving with Willie Nelson and Woody Harelson
Displaced lunatics far away from the fat crowd
Mad with joy and freedom from feelings
:: Who ate John Candy?
Why can’t we narrate Planes, Trains and Automobiles for Trump v Biden 2024
De Santis is a praying mantis
For Mantarray in my Debenhams display
And where those currents have gone
Too many songs for the blondes
And something more menacing from the electric guitar fans
Who distrust the demons downplaying the Sita concerts
Raving away in Mumbai 90210
Where the women like the women who blow their fortunes
Reminiscing too soon about the peanuts on the floor at Woodstock
Not cleaned up by volunteers…

Someone steer this ship towards the East
Where Jesus belongs
And where he was born.

Something less intense than a Scorpio’s SAWM
And the non option of fasting in the NHS places
Nurses all over the place and no sportsmen
Olympics look like being off again
Charles wants to check his cheekbones.

Dancing cheek to cheek again
Europe is vain
The military will be wearing dresses at this rate
Those fees charged by Trump for NATO
Will be Yoga postures all too soon
When the newspapers know what not to do
And what stories what not to write
Splitting infinitives tightly
Keeping the phone lines open for Keira Knightley’s place at Ladakah with His Holiness
Only 80 years old compared to Royal Queens
Defaming scenes
Legalease
Who was the Terrorist for Noam’s army and his sold out Israeli affair
When someone was tested sexually and let them push him about to horse shows and bad evil trades everywhere.
Somewhere, one day, a man will arise
A leader well read of all the British books.
He will eat cake and drink tea at the right pace
For £4 a coffee in some racial placements
Prince Charles at Davison’s Solicitors
Taxing Fact Checking
Why Should I Cry For You?
Censor your own cock blue – we don’t roll stones down cannabis places with white skinheads in BNP shit skeggy Weoley Castle places.

Then will
Leadership
Cavalier
The Thundercats vs Dungeons and Dragons ex parte Regina
You thought it was all about you
Jasper Carrot’s crew and those sexy adverts in the 1990s
Something is following me
Someone set me free from Ken Wilber’s memes
Only one voice left to project America to me
Colonialism World War Three
Vibrations from Andrew Cohen’s waistcoat #IWillWriteAboutYouWhenIAm92
Why did you wear a blue shirt?
Was it the one from West Midlands Travel for the bus drivers who hurt
And we test in their bedrooms and small houses too
For Nirbana with Buddha as Roger Ellory is Black and Blue
No American contract for you!
They said they will wait –
They said they will publish my books too –
What is a US President to do?
No enjoyment sitting on the can having a poo
Reading last generations’ Playboy
Without Aishwarya riding horse model hobbying those Indian pooey men
Who think they know my comparative religion strain
Looking for themselves in my brain
Thinking outside the box
Charitable CEOs from Silicone Valley like the fuck off election from Prince Charles soon to be disappeared
mum..
Reading the Bahagavd Gita was fun!

Just see their states
On DWP rates
For more from history books they will write
Tying up Neena Altaf’s contact tight with Shameel Danish
What’s a matter Doc? Are my cigarettes that I gave up making your breath tight?
Don’t you know why your sales and purchases make White Man so whit
When he tries to bank in London town
Where you cried and I did not that your mum was ugly and brown
With white hair and not some Gora wedding to please your boss
Not fucking Sapra was her fucking loss!

Angry poetry at Elim Church
Not confined to my house for Adams Family values and Lurch
Prostitutes in Aldi for Portitia’s family karma
Michele Pfeiffer modelled in Rubery Great Park for Heather Graham’s midnight phone calls with light working and talking in tongues with Keir Starmer.

Whoever wins the next election is up for grabs
Something for the fat kid from school on GBN News, methinks
… how do you raise a 75 year old King, without a career
Presence from Eckhart Tolle for all the worlds sum of all fears
#NobelPeacePrizetoKingCharlesfromBarackObamaforthis

Why do you hate?

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If you hate so bad your cock will hurt
For the worth of a Christian in an imagined bubble
While the Muslim awaits his silence about masturbation
With Christine Holz in White Teeth and some nigger cousins
Next to the helpful white couple down memory lane
With Barbara at The Conservatives at pain again
To remember the stress of being other people’s Mom
While the coon plays in your house with that word.
The anti-racists history in this country is absurd
The madness will fall
Debbie Clancey will tell all
And that was all the people I knew
When Gary Sambrook beat his cock black and blue
So get some Roger Ellory in you
And find out what a Scientologist can do
For the death of Travolta
And all that revolting stuff
He lied about when Kelly Preston lost America those tits.

Bit by bit their Empire will fall
And Madhuri will climb like a plant up against the wall
Incensed about Israel and how she was oppressed
To not market sports bras while she was undressed.

Rage, bother and hot sweaty yoga nights
Let the Knights sleep tight with Jesus I guess
Back to his Vedic House to be unimpressed
As you exorcise the demons from your past
Transcendence from Johnny Depp at last

Mother’s Graduate

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Mother spoke to me today
She said she didn’t like the my life sounds
I hear the wrong anthems
I whistle erroneously
I cry in my sleep
And wet the bed in another lifetime.

For maybe I will be reborn for the wrongs the three did her
Father, Brother and Teacher
Some replacements they turned out to be
Leaving me alone waiting for Royalties.

Sweets time has gone
So has the broken bag of Maltesers the shop keeper made me pay for
Appreciating the commercial nature of things
Reality spinning after the contentment The Sex Pistols bring.

That was some 1970s to listen to
Far thoughtful
Most admiring
Completely admitting
Definitely maybe.

Then she said she sat by the radio in the 1980s
Listening to the seeds of the future for her sons
Why couldn’t we do that & have some benefit on earth instead?
Instead of the grievance and tragedies of a book that Kali has well read.

Something moves on and the energy changes
Men face my E-Mail account and flick through their business pages.
In the end the i-Phone will absorb them and all they have to say
When they live for infinity with the #QuotedJesus and all they (and ‘him’) had to say

I Can’t Do It

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I can’t do it
Your modern witty intelligentsia
The fashion of your past moron
Sitting inside my fence.

My house makes no westernisation
Of your eastern decadence
And I want to twist and shout
Like an exorcised demon loving wench.

Stench in my house of boiled cabbage
Roast potatoes and heaps of Ironbridge
Nothing like a curry for my hurry at the day’s daily news
Letters in the post from the men with regret.

Would you call me from your Call Centre
Over there with the Taj Mahal
Where Richard Branson sells me pickles
And Brans Hatch is owned by James Caan.

I have no culture to be proud of
The Royal Family spends little on pop concerts in our own land
At least that’s the one I can see at the Coronation
Where Lionel Richie is as Hindu an I as I have planned.

Damned culture kings and the New Age lot
Rushing off to YouTube before I could read
What you had to tell me in investiture
About the state of the State’s trends and feeds.

Facebook Queen

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I’ve made it
They took it away
I’ve seen it
They called me gay.
I have it
It’s all a mirage
I will win this time
UKIP elected Nigel Farage.

We’ll get there
My window’s still open
We’ve made it
They’re calling me token
We’ve got it all
That was their plan
We’re being seen
Freedom of Information land.

He’s elected
They took his hits
He’s been invected
They say he’s imbecile
He’s a Light Worker
They’re taking L.S.D.
He’s a visionary
They’re saying something about me.

She’s in imagination
That’s not the state of the nation
She’s internal energy station
That’s not Krishna Consciousness evacuation
She’s Prakrti and extra special libations
They have given that up for me
It’s time to see what is in this holy city.

Vibrations in the Field of Miracles

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Akaash speaks and the faucet tap leaks
Speaking of an age when the rage knew the warrior.
The men were less densely populated
The women were married to the clothes line
Sex was not indecision
For the trackers who chased away the forty thousand foxes.

Vibrations in the miracles of fields lay extensions
Corporation street is not so happy when Santosh is not dining at Café Neros
The depression hits the Free Market
Trump is at House of Fraser
The wrong Psychiatrist is “I’m listening”.

Army jacket
Stars and stripes banner
The eagle forgets
Rhyme is slicker than your average
Fry, Punt and Dennis let Lenny Henry in

  • Santosh is displeased again
  • Where is my family’s Kings Heath strain
  • Apache Ranvir Turna
  • Kamal Johnny Zee & Niraj Martial Arts

What does it take to keep Victoria a secret?
This is not our trunket
The man with the acordian is back in Northfield I hope, soon
Splitting to infinity and fascalling a waling loss.

If Job is the boss, I am unemployed
Tiresias is echoed for the first time
A journey of a thousand miles begins
The nations will sing
It’s always the same after the road trip down the Nile
Amazing Amazonians seem the simple life fort Conrad
Hearts and heads in gangs and New York streets

IF I AM DEFEATED blame the internet
It’s the best mind a manic mind can get
writing writing writing away
all the day has something to say
mental health hospitals accompanying loss
trying to find work to replace my hunched back
yoga is not for me until I can listen to that track
alignment with YouTube Buddhists sending his karma back
the Dalai Lama of mass harm and weapons of hissing destruction
inspiration to nothing
elocution is wanting

When they are you

The concept of insurance escapes me easily
Harrowing medics and their dogs
Walking the razor’s edge
Mastering nothing
Leading no-one
Not even enough sports for the mirrors to go on.

It won’t be long until the fame catches up to me
Running before I can walk down the barney
Rows and fights and the mind of man is old again
The echos down the chamber halls are not stable
The links are not straight lines and the happiness is not genuine
Poets are there in the tense times of Ukrainian distress
Wars that still fail to impress the delusional population
Still so easily facile about the penile projections of the proletariat.

Is that for me when I walk to the park?
Supporting the political party for some time off dreaming
Better things to come for other Popes and their commanded forces
Christ is rebirthed in another way these days.

Ordered Folios
Places where the imagined don’t go
Feeling the flow
Daisy flowers
Chelsea Flower Show
Manifested madness
Clouds and eclipses and hollow rain
Dark clouds distributing graphs and selling the science again.
Pick yourself up and get on with the task
Don’t get down in the mouth wearing a mask.
That is the task
That is the fee
Setting yourself free
#somethingforme

The merriment in the European Union
The self against the self and the fashions of their glamour
The ski slopes and the chosen people
Partying in the alpine freshness of lodges and whitened valleys
Black runs and jump suits that are fun
Sliding to a stop just close enough for luvvies
Cars that keep running to stave away the cold finish
Hot cocoa before the wine in the evenings
When the walls fell
Shakazulu and the tribes are now Harry Potter
Such good potting of plants
How did she know how to dance?
Listening to me, listening to you
Lightsabres at dawn for fights with the anti-semite.

Jews Work From Home

Ex Parte the London Bankroll Mob
Some wesbites that are free, at least for me
What was I supposed to do mother?
Lexington Steele asked the crowd.
I just wanted to play poker, staying at home crying (unemployed) out loud.

Why isn’t this world for me?
What have I done?
Where is the imagination?
Why does the internet make the clouds run?

Too
More
From
With
How are the ambit car parkers when frothing at the mouth?

So many questions and the children run poses around the park
Larking around the last placed children
Racing games and who is the best at stretching like a fairy and magician
Come home in time for school revision
Hard working pen work – a time away from the policeman
And all that beeping about they do, racing cars are fine.

See the political leaders today
They give the haranguing game away
Telling us what to do and who to be
From what they wear and what they see.
I would like to do that and shake that man’s hand
Travelling without my parents to some far and distant land.
But, I am not cultured: I do not know the names of crockery and pots
Lots and lots of crockery and pots
At least that is what the man seems to say is omitted from the classroom
Antiques that have their own roadshow is on soon…#IStillDon’tGetIt
Syntax and hastags
That old fat slag keeps on texting me
At least that’s how she looks when I book some time on that chat Ap.
Monkeys games are next when I finish up this exam text
And then it’s off downstairs to see if the cookie jar tells them I am self aware
Jesting speaker and mouthpiece tells them I am opening it
Open yourself, funny boy, if you think I am paying attention.
So much memory retention – how can it be that the brain does not explode!
Anodes and cathodes
Messages in a bottle
Lazy women on motorbikes
Tattoos for me who likes full throttle.
At least that is what mum says when she gets home
All worldly with the radio on in the car telling me she will be home soon
She is not far from the door, I guess, when I stress to impress
I’ll get the dinner on after one last cookie munch for some thank you, Mum, very much.

First Political contd

I don’t feel much like court
Is that where all the funding goes
What about the findings of the scientists
Even they get called mega rich today by the political class
Sitting on their arse
Costing all the class
Sizes and the houses
Students and their desks
Not long before they are back again
London is a right and left Westminster strain
Mortgage escapes my clutches
The DVLA won’t give me my breaks
I’ve seen the superwoofer shop
And it’s back to Rap and RnB for me
After a quarter past three
To cruise controlled past the paedophile pitch
Where the Teachers erect a defence that makes my nerves itch.

SO much going on when I drop a leaflet through the door
I need some time of from free work
It’s time for no time to catch up on the bezerk creativity
More fettered freedom for me
Interest rates on the rise
Climate change talks around the dinner table
Mr rival’s eyes
An empty prize for the victor at Mr Conversation’s door
Hollow no more
For every day is the same
And mother’s and father’s possessions
Dinner plate set with vegetable complements
Well thought out address all night long
Singing the complacent song
Time away from the i-Pod
Keeping up with the crazy frogs
And all that French accompaniment
And what the next Olympics meant
During our COVID lockdown and mash up military expression
No time for Saturday dance lessons
Each and every step easily set up with graphics on the floor
Nobody knocking on our doors
And even the football stadiums weren’t allowed
Crowds
Bowed
Aloud
The silence was deafening
The leaders spoke their mind
Boris Johnson was friends for a while
And left us the Human Rights Act to talk about
When the Europeans bade farewell to our sceptic hell
And decades of debate about the tax rebate
Council court bills and people who can’t chill
For all that stress that comes back to the front
After quiet times with medical cunts
… & Intermission
[The End.]

Psychological blockages
Parts of myself I don’t know for the level
Staying alive for the cleverness
Spirit and some drive
Get up and go
Syndromes and accomplishments
Reviewing myself in the wrong direction
Tyre tracks in the wrong direction
Repairing myself in the wrong direction
Living life in the wrong direction
Benjamin Button (again) and sensory perception on the brain.
Cousins who don’t care about me
A brother who is nearly 53 years old
Time for a mother to turn 70
When your father is repenting his retired living standards too
What was an uncle to do?
When his aunty was on the train with the Jew,
For whom life was not well enough with all of Israel inside of me
And nothing from reservoirs of love because of Srila P.

Man is such a force that he commands respect after reserving love
Trusting the laws of earth for what he can give from up above
And if such control is populated with sisters in their Temples
Then he can leave with the receipts and call the other men simple.

This is the way the relatives mocked me
This is the task for Oxford to repair me
Sannyasi and Brahmin in a Vasya’s age
Listening to N-Word rap music and developing rage.

Turn the page

If life is a stage, Who am I?
// some computerised reflection of boredom of Adam’s loins
Bastardised rememory of the factory down the lane
Iron and ball bearings and the frustrated furnace of the father’s min
Jalandhar does not have many kind people in it
They are all in doors
Washing their floors
Marble and a little meshed window
To break up the table time for food from the servants
So we can eat and talk together before TV time.

There is not so much time for rhyme
I don’t know why I was thinking there was time
For The Rishi Factor and that internet speed
When English is not the language they read
At least when the Reed is the internet feed
And the programmers are programmed all day long
By the things that Shakespeare fans tease
The lightening speed of the freedom from a lease:
To, Own
Love
Laptop.

Capitalism is fine it’s just not often served with white wine
I think that red is best for the hairs still left on my chest
In case I try to make the whole world mine
Since the movies spoke of the Science Fiction crest
In image and moving words
About how the world is absurd
And needs some super non-African meaning
To tame the tapes that are streaming
The news of wars in the Chinese plains.

Poetry

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Just a drum
A shaking rattle
The missing snake
Moves and dancing girls all over the place
My mother does business in Japan
The speaking trees
Environmental leases
Razor Guarding the wilderness of the American everglades
Stationary like a magic bean before a giant that pays the minimum age
A wage for the imagination is at Amazon’s doorstep
Terrified before 100s of offices worldwide about things the K says
Real before the invented
Crude before the demented
Timeless before the dead
On Social Media before the best read.

These are the times of the These Times
These are the times of the New York Times.

What they will say, only some people will know
As England goes down below
Hellish Realms for the Chinese people
Saddened by war again by steeple chasers
Hungry for The Commonwealth Games
And more things that fame in English has to say –
Not about the Americans in English land
When children go to the walking park with politician for some Saturday sand.

Is this a question John Lennon will understand
How about Ringo Starr so death defying with the McCartney man not to stand oaths before pass the final stone
Leaving is such an alone thing to do
I guess we’ll be here being beaten black and blue being forced to like some musician
They don’t care about us at Glastonbury
Maybe they are content with the Bible and Mary Berry.

So, I’m going to go and get my Bible and some self defence
And see if these wise kindnesses from other books make some comment, meaning, earning and noblest sense
Like the fat man said when he sold me some bread
And told me to travel the world as a well read man.

Then I will find the women better to please
Talking fine things on a Sunday afternoon’s time in a café’s ease
Something forgotten in the motions of the last few times
When war dominated our minds
Diamonds were so out of the ordinary
Women forgot to like their watches
Men dressed in drabby suits
And the photographer was never interviews.

Sell me four Gospels, please, annotate them like Milton
Leave the Old Testament in Arden’s back yard
Don’t borrow me from my millions.
One day strip them down and explain to me the things that John Said
When the Mayans are so skippy in the best laid plans on man.

How do we pray to them?
What are their names?
It seems they travel like the Hindoos
Keeping up twice as quicker with the fame.
Then I need a car and my own house too
Something borrowed from an unclean man
Then you can tap my machinery and quote me illogical
So I will win some races and be there on time at the restaurant
When I can afford a date with my fantasy girl
Lost one night on a deserted island
Far away from the TV
That said all these things triply.

That is for me
The misspent awkward word
Maybe then I help Jesus
Not say so many things Church absurd

One Day

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I have the feeling I am not dressed correctly
Am I in need?
Pudsey on the dancefloor
Aunt Jemima to the local Nursery School…
… they played me like a football team
The dreamers
The people who saw the goals of Universities
Like men and please the right people
Stay on top of Church, State and Steeple.

I fell over
All the way down
And then down again
When I thought I could not get any lower
I was battered like a Cod piece to the floor for remission.
What if I caught Cancer and had to go to a commission?
Smoke, fire and abnegation,
Sir, surrounded by the crowd
Being allowed
I abused my freedoms since school –
Now.

Correctional facility
Too many computer games for me
Things I am hubristically aware of:
Shorts and shirt sleeve order to take care of,
Eastenders, Corrie and Charles, William and George.
Careful of the devil’s gorge
And the leap of faith required for tired old know it alls.

Testing my faith with the Conservative vs Ed Balls
He was quite an ensemble for her
I saw the pageantry where the Ice Man cometh
GWB and the marching band Tattoo:
This is for the Yankee models in you.

Do they need you in a pinstriped suit
I remember him like I licked his boot
Now. I am back at Church
Seeing life from the corner angle with the Angels
Living like a shadow of openness in the lurch
Creeping like a dowry of nature
Science and the creepers
Gardening and the jeeps carouseling across the deserts
Where the new men have not yet tried the Colonialising twirl.

Dream to jump
A person stretching out of my seat
Maybe I have Yogis to meet
Why can’t I just stay at home and get the job done?
Things they did to women with a bun in the oven
Maybe I have karma to collect from the witches in a celebrity Coven?
Time and the haphazard way
Of organising your thoughts like water.
Sadly, I am gladly without son or daughter –
Things that got in the way of complete collapse and devastation
No divorce for me, Mama: I’m still a one way success driven nation (boy).

Work and the development of futurity
Time for the hurt in me
Modern Slavery
Acts of Parliament ahead of her and I
Me, me, me
Narcissism and the recovery pose
Just this time – think of all you know
You, you, you
Who?

Time for the boy in you
I don’t look right without my toys and friends crew.
Have you seen where my ideal day went and what I have seen?
I would like to be there with you when you know what I mean (?).

Suck Sex

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The intelligence
The weak legs
I have confidence problems
The lied about me in The Maya;
Said my pants were on fire
Aishwarya’s stocks were higher
Than Kim Basinger in my youth
Alcohol was not yet 100% proof
The blonde walks away
Pretty Woman (IMDb) has sway –
Boring 1980s is all I have to say!

The gang is due to meet soon
School is memory
Sand dunes
Arabic longing
Scenes and isness sightly
Those are some city lights.
I like to try
Grasping and clinging
Diving into the City
My guys, the sky and I.

There is a tower of knowledge
Some people tried College.
My parents left me with Buddha
He could not be my brother:
Am I the State Trooper’s keeper?
It’s time to see the city sleeper.

The largest social media company
Can’t keep me company
I am alone
All by my mobile phone
Bullying no-one for their clone
Letting companies alert that I will be moving home
… So much To Lettings
… dreams and forgettings
// Since 1993 when the bailiffs left me
Without my own home and a sad family …
Waiting to be number one.
There is no space for number 237
… or even 632//

Noble Amazon crew
Get a job selling books
Getting no dirty looks
Freedom and some freezing nights up late
Trying the mass media approach right now
Something about Krishna
Bart Simpson: “Don’t have a cow!”
The censors jumped
My sensibility said “Ow!”

Do you know how we can adapt
Stuck in so many traps
So I can publish and let the market be
Settled on the settee for who is domestic
Then I can engender gender, differences and sexuality
So the Free Market knows I am up to no tricks.

Sub-Ordinary

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That’s the way you made me feel
Forget about it
Outside is inside
What’s mine is yours
It’s time for the Tower of London
Treat me like a forsaken child
As I imbecile the hours away
Seeking things that my mother would say
And never getting past 11.30 without some tea and biscuits.
Subordinate this and control me later
I may quit this job and become a waiter.
Settle some debts and pay karma back appropriately
For some skull drudgery
Before the Druids come back from lunch
I have a hunch they know where I hide.
No Time For “Rawhide!”
Will things settle down as I dine out at lunch
Coerced by the conditioned Church
In the centre of Colmore Row
Things my Ego should know
There’s not much rowing going on here
As I eat my sandwich and gobble down my fears.
They seem to know I am all mouth and ears
Handling my sob story about being so single
It’s just because they want me to compose a catchy jingle.
Jingle all the way to the bank, however
By the end of the month I sum up nicely
“I’m so clever”!