Who is my Mother?

I look like an American maniac
Surrounded by paranoid people
Beaten by the medical certainty
That they don’t clean themselves.
Ho’oponono answers the Hippy Revolution of the 70s and deals with The Wonder Years on TV
COVID was not for me as my Mum drove me around town and my brother forgave me
Deep shit to quote it back to the scientific community
Apparently unable to cross refer references all by themselves
The
Are
Can?…

When will the caravan come back to the holidays of Summer in the East of England
After the pain of too much Scorpio strain of imagined refractions of false spies in the Church of England again?

I don’t listen to my Mum as well as I could
Her words aren’t as literary as the Chohan said I should
Be compassionate
Be loving
We are the sporty type for the right tripe to win the game show’s commerce in the world run by American weather vanes
Handling your Four Winds Acupuncture
Dealing with your Reiki massage
All so you can read literature and watch sexy politics with Nigel Farage
Who is the Midlands Spoz to Danny Boy’s Zephaniah in the sky with diamonds now

Is my mum a displaced cow in Vrindavan
For the mistaken fun I had
Planning the poetic land
Like a Tolkien toll bridge for some unimportance and humiliation of humility I had planned
Writing verses with Krishna again
Settling the past life strain.

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

Last Days of Judgement

These are the last days of judgement
There is terror stored up in the stories of the body
The smouldering wreck of a lifetime spent serving God has reached it’s end
The Bible bashers are here again!

It must be something in the brain Brahma has to sort out
:: Like gout in the walls and some other stuff for the cement driven doer
Open to all sorts of the panache in the times of working parental control over the internet
Except rebellion against Drs.

Nurses will follow like the Pied Piper towards hell
And somehow VHS will live on for those who have lived long
Leaders from abroad
The broads from Of Guys and Dolls
Those Audrey Hepburn imposters
Leaving the leader asking for more.

Man needs a woman like a barbecued hamburger on a sunny day in a good bun.
Why do you argue like cats and dogs about the racial superiority of Hinduism.
Longer and older than a Vedic Saved lie that a Chinaman can explain to a King,
This lingam is not for sale.

Jeff Bezzos knows why I am king of the whales
The mystery of the Blue Whale always kept me going
Why don’t you English embrace Creationism?
Why don’t you let individuality be tested by those hard knocks you shelter with big knockers and bad rhymes?

They don’t want to remembered as English time, when they are dead.
That is going to be something for us to deliver you from the Royal Family.
No Church of England as William spends the future
Science Fiction in the Welsh dales with my karma from Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible.

That is why I phoned America = come and watch the English bulldog bully his friends
Trashing Hare Krishna and the Naam
Celebrating Turbans and the Sikh rail road.

What did you build when your families insulted Krishna??
Why should we let you drink the Holy Ganga water?
Bottled up in a jar and now available online
We’ll never satisfy your corporate Tudor Street.
All those people men in Birmingham don’t meet in London.
Is this fact?
Is this not a poem Now?
Who walked past me and looked in the window at McDonalds in Northfield today?
How much does that racist have to say?

Worry about your own homes!
Social Services in deed
Another letter
More international feeds
Katherine on Instagram
A row from ‘Amal’ in time
Letters in response probably from George Clooney
Is this something his Area 51 could find.

[rishisunak]

What a piece of work is a question
#What novel reason is this
To tray 300 with Oxbridge muscle retention
And review wars spoilings geographically.
What is the best insult a politician has made of the poor
TV, dear sir,
I couldn’t ask for anything more.
Then La Morte D’Arthur is for European India
And they’ll control you with service in the docks for her in doors.

When are you married, naughty man
The dear Professor wants the Dr’s friend to know.
For all that Colonial gibberish he asked about
So that he could not go down below.
[Slammed]

You Can See Him

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

Now That Time Is Mocked

Now that time is mocked
The clock has not stopped
Haversham needs more allusions
The quotes are not mine
The right men must rescue time.

What’s wrong with that
Send Your Love had a house music twat
Remix Sting’s dick
Doing Yoga all over the place
Funny racing man.

Pivot to Asia and a timeless land
Without such atheistic understanding
Of broken aesthetics
Diseased drug takers and homosexuals in Germany.

This land is not for me.

Om Namo Bahgavate Vasudevaya is a Royal Anthem
Trolled stories of histories
Venom to the repetition of poetic themes
Men so scared of their care
Their erroneous romances
How about the one of the Muses
Sting’s facebook page
Mr Rishi’s final temptation
Algebraic rage
#NeoinChinaHackingbyStages

The last temptation of The Dalai Lama
Sogyal Rinpoche’s romantic karma
Who was it who said the rules
For America’s cruel messages on Vietnamese bombs
Signed from Yo Mamma
And the displacement of dog eaters to the Rasputin of rate experimenters
People for talks about watch faces
The diplomatic disgrace of the GBP
“Number one for me!”
“Number one for me!”

The Maoists will be fasting on Eid for this
Eating Halal meat is enough if they like the way British girls French Kiss
So that they keep their Carry On big busted nighties
The one in the mental hospital was an S.P.
Dressed like a Hare Krishna smiling with the funny nurse laughing at pain
… no mor TV strain
… a race of journalists educating the people in Nothing.
No comments on my pages
Nothing for Russell Brand to stir up for 100 years
Plus the dog years in outer space
No point to commitment or dedication or anything in the felines in Johnathan Ross’s place
House master and Cork Master
Wining and dining with Charles when he is not a Prince
Now interested in Krishna’s interest rates
And the KDP wailing of the NASDAQ workers embarrassing top hats and coat tails
And cranberry sauce…
Loads of lashing of mash potatoes
Vegetables steamed in the spied on planned Toby Carvery
Ingested ingredients from the men who did not place gelatine in Haribo
Sinking nation one aeon with Nostradamus down below
Police sirens in rickety cars racing poker games with Chief Super Intendent
Mixed religion and interracial sex
The best pornography from India
The casting couch they have not seen
The men who can sweat the small stuff
… crap poetry needing to be rewritten
… bad grades in school
ITV is always hanging tough.

Facebook Queen

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.

DWP Man

Engaging in some Home Improvement
Studying the round
Shooting the breeze
They are all on the phone
If you please.

Separate me from the carnival
Call me R.E.M. on the road
Looking away from the trip
Catch me up some British quips.

They knew I would be good at not a lot
Catch
Snatch
Watches
Models of Tag Hauser on New Street
Tim Hortons from Baker Street.

Chant your Hare Krishna
Spare the third wheel of Dharma’s seal of approval
Speak English when the mood takes you
Utter Hindi
Napoleon Valley

Hook Ups
Not the tight right time answering to stereotypes
To look up and not see the light in sex
Scenes from the 80s is where I have been
Not the taught courses from 2000s Porn
Warnings
Shaun of the Sheep (IMDb) for Sean
How about Siobhan?
Will she moan when the time is right
About the right to work and all those lights
Switching on and off as the meditator is medicator
Elected for their own tests at Boots.

Get on your own fruit
And salad the brain
For some angry refrains
About the business classes again
Who stole your DNA strain.

12 Strand Light Body
Star Charts
Where was your art

Branson C.B.E. astrology
Pickle-Rushdie-Ology
Time to take the pis
And see what the kidney brings
When the liver is dead inside the home
Body seeing things that the mind can’t bring home

“That’s why they call it home”
He said when he was on the mobile phone
Looking for an evolutionary pizza
After some slamming poetry
Add the insignia : Know Thyself
And the Andness will be witty with a connective
To thine own Elf be a ruse.

Lord of the Rings (IMDb)
The Land of Rohan
The raise of Akaash
The I-sight of Rishi
This one is on me.

Suck Sex

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.

Die Cot & Me

The dichotomy does not concern me
Between me, myself and … … …
I said two things
So many to count on earth
You’d think something would give it worth
All the Muslim spoiler alerts.
#that’ssomethingforAziz
And the “BATTERY!!” in True Lies (IMDb)
4 sweet things for Krishna
Butter! If you please.
Save the time for the alloy wheels
And all those Limousines for Lakshmi
It’s either steel or it’s an ore
To get to know two turtle doves integrated On the level playing field  OFPlanetEarth

Zaqat Went Splat

Did you believe the world was this way?
The way the wildness inside of you did not say
That you need a woman like a woman needs a man
To satisfy the hotel room with coffee after an okay plan.

See, the outside world is such an egregious affair
I have my legs wilder than that in the outrageous air
Modelling Hollywood and L A Style as if I have savoir fare.

Three line whips, lots of chains of bondage
Alfonso Bhandari is there with your immature soul cage
Selling the shambles of brambled apples and some granny’s rage.

Voter! You are no daughter – with the hotel quartered
Entrance from a Hollywood master and his debutant blaster
For money and vermillion so that Iraqi can know first ladies
And squillions and zillions and bazillions after Tony Blair’s trillions.
Master Blaster – unable to hold the camera’s gaze
After raunchy Knights have held up erectile Counts
Far from the Paige’s and their confusion about the purple Ronnie
And how about some Blue Peter for yours truly and that fucking Konnie?!

Ropes and whistles and then there is some shouting matches
For the prettiest Oriental to sing me some blues
About Krishna’s curtains after he has been through the hue
Of cry and Laurel and Hardeep for that original truth:
To thine own self be avant-garde so that Spirit is doubled
#WhentheDevilknowsyourlonely and youthful mother is in trouble.