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Yogaville

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Wall St crash
Crash mats
Crash Test Dummies
Yoga is for yummy mummies
Stampede crew
Houses are for you
Balance the towering pose
Keep concentration on the tip of your nose.

Flash in the pan fad for libraries
“Time for me!”
Chai and obsolete oat bar allowance
Top marks for managing stomach’s gestation
Acid and mood(s) imbalance
Rolling prices
Roaming charges
The first class is free
The sleazy man next to me:
(… these streets are not easy…)
Anything goes
Online throws
Puja porn and celebrity mandalas
Sale of the century
Causes and effects
1000s of Fictionals and frightenings
Stretch please, we’re British
Get yourself going at the gym
We mean you no harm
This might be the Holy Ghost v The Dharma
@BeYourself.Com
And the Buddhist is at home
Your eye for an eye crew
Celebrated trance
Techno dance(s)

Ropes cost extra
Fitting room for those pants
Let’s talk about the cost
Of updates to religion since John Lennon
I like my coffee with a Caramel blast
Mildly aside(s) for detoxing warm water with a slice of some lemons.
Virtual Yogi
Personal Jesus
Stretching on the mat
Something for the 3 of us
Family is down
There are State Laws
So he impressed upon me
Shaolin Tree
City of lights
So many fights
Corporate laws
Showing my flaws
Mothers and fathers
The technology goes farther
To stretch to the valley
Of Ambe and Krishna-Ji.

Downward facing dog pose
Yoga at the tip of your nose
Blow a hole through Jonah’s whale
What time to exhale?
Take some milk and cinnamon
Have a good bath
ENJOY your night’s sleep
You’re free from Kali’s wretched wrath
{Buddha’s v Devis}
Modernising that which is unsure
Generations of love at your door.

CEO

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so what does that make me?
There is there and there is there
There it is and you will find it
Tethered to a ropeless character
At the end of tenure’s
Seven day moody light.


London’s Mafia is gathering
Fear breeds
The Budget dares you to say something positive
a hollow resistive pill swallower
Tea cup brother to a potty trained sister whose Frappuccino
framed a glazed donut neatly on the messy table
in the nearly missed melting days
of latte’s spilled on dopey wooden surfaces
like lamenting cows tied to daisy chains of un-meadows.
Useless poles, piss in pots, pie charts and data.
Time is for Eliot to share with mountaineers
the price of a communist magazine.
London’s noisy gun scene
Brothers watch pop bands,
It’s off to the human races
Halter necks plummeted the New Age
Reviews of Golden Ages –
No statistical proof
Odd language
Roofy definitions
Why does it feel like The Anonymous Times?


The ‘I’ of eminent war of pages turned before the scores are reached
Kindness finds funds for funny undergraduates and medical degrees.
What is a son?
What is a song listened to by a mum?
Who is a grandfather?
What is his wife?
What is stale page after page is turned for the Oscars to retread academic burns
Gosh! Those men had a sense of a teaching those how to read the news the right way?
Do you need England to say anything about your own doorknob death?


The Colonel’s AWAKE Magazine
after years
Queer forgetfulness down Woodstock Lane,
Banbury Road calls up mature deathly hailing expressions
inexperienced heads
Corn on the cob for lunch
Do you eat (C.C.) https//cum.com like the school girl’s webpage foot massaged by her mate’s excuses
The long ruler finished the off the essay title?


Here are my words and deeds, Sir: It is my understanding you’re my parent
As white as a sheet and some stains on my golden bowl
a good forester searching up the right directory from university.
What is the telling of a place where no mistakes are made?
Law firms take lying laying down three points and a cupboard full of ball games
Unfathomable income tax representing upset scholars in black gowns
up towers of economy
Magic Circle
The Socialist toppled nipple
informal hallways and a madman who ran and slipped on a Gherkin
if computers could store themselves
The burnt ambition for a wife.

Puddle

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Definitive
Conclusive
A past of its’ own
Sunlight betrothed
Evaporated silk
Surrounded
Others keep the master design happy
Muddy waters
Sludgy grass
tyres
tracks
Hemways and drivethroughs
Trodden down hindrances
No clear path
Complete blockage on the pavement!
{M.U.D.D.eeeeee to see}
Things you cannot see
Like the others. Undated and undertimed.

Only this one is different
Surrounded and suffocated
Others won’t not be differentiated from it
A little water here
Some rotten patterns over there.
The threat of some bloated shoes
Moody moody goody two few
– > “The People Go Around It”
( a Celebrity in its own right)
One metre fine
Ten Yen and it’s too far for you to jump
An adrenaline rush
A collective hatred for splashes
The minds’ raving
And one the whole path wide.

Scattered remains of my hope for peace
Pieces of the land flooded
Arranged in a way that Yahweh absorbs the flesh
With the one that is unusually whole
The whole footpath long
“So long!”
I won’t sing the song
Of often skipping over puddles
Drowning in the Sea Shanties.

Until I tell you how drove me mad:
“I just have to try it!”   

Like a solid cattle
Pride
Prodded
Krishna drove the stampede across
To walk around
Balance!

The sheep had to come.

London Reared Its Ugly Head

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London reared it’s ugly head and reading came back to the dead writer.
Adrift and lost on African plains; at pains to remember what tore him apart.

Dazzled by mist in the middle of the mirage’s moist opportunity to make himself the messiah
Paragraphically cheap visions like a brothers’ brothel in Vegas’s colour and splendour
Lonely dollars covet the hidden agenda
Nollywood’s needless bets on me to be second fiddle in the West End
Rhyme and justice rinsing fat cats and white collars of p’wned brown lazy black colour

Hats off to you on death row effervescently desiring a skinned up Waltz on ice.
When nothingness sells fast
Make-believe voodoo Lion King is chilling in Palm Springs.
The Poetic Comparative smokes out my dainty narrative
Painting pictures with paraphrasing: Gothic renovation!
Horny traffic of Shaftesbury.
Stay with me for a while.
Pull up a charlatan.
So who am I, Mr Swami: A turbaned terrorist’s facial hair twitch
NLP tells in your inner view
When the wind was with Willow and the cherubs’ babies with Toad
Calm chair: The Roundabout Men
Crimes culture conditioning.

If I don’t descend down below
Artistic redress and holistic frequencies from the familiar Devil who fasted in hell
A tart’s tiara with gilded edged twat offering Cornucopia delight on furry whistles and bells
Swelling Farringdon: Charing Cross was sophistically won
Well done toasted Egyptian golden age, currencies and bullions.

Naming names spoils the witness game of marketing madness competing in the dark
And somehow the old age Raga of how it will happen to you too one day, “Muffin!”

Rocking and rolling, I shut the fuck up – Thought said to do it –
Italian vibrations returned kingly sympathetic reddened coloured livers
Sleeping in different coloured blankets underneath one lonely moon
Beaten by fleshy blasphemous brothers
Pale white skinned eyes share a quarter past birthtime for my prying tiredness.
A refund on School Teachers after I was stopped by a copper
Not climate changing my suntan these days
I told the man what I meant and he advised me on shareholdings and more than I spent.

I moved to Birmingham and kept my mouth shut
A Spoof Guru Movie on social media
Rhetorical search engines
Wrestling with the mania of Mundian madness and tomorrow’s cereal bowl with toast
Dropping bombs
Pulling in porn like the python programmed to tell an Emeritus professor of racial profiling some legendary cut://.com

The Echo

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The echo of your voice has no choice
Beyond the bonce of the ensconcing
Lava flow from the enthroned visionary
American plumery to know you before the big time.

When the earth was nothing and The Bible was not born
Was his Jewish descendant ascendant on the White House Lawn?
Have the Riboflavin encased the martyrdom of a life without conscience
So that the censors can wince when the said rhymes SAWM?

Ask another question and you might be given a not answer
Those who brave Maharishi to have had pre-grown outdated cancer.
Live with the liver of one subjected to scientific tests
And that beginning might look to another in India like being the very best.

First it started with a red shift and then the sciences danced with some coded message
10 became 20 and then 30 moved to 50 for an African sandwich.
Whole are the enslavements of camps where the liars are kept true
The nuanced dispersion of attention to consciousness
Irregularities in the NYPD and the Red, White and Blue.

Then it moved to a wavelength and now there is piece of mind
The havens of old forgotten towns have voices that are kind.
Nothing is said of the English who sought only a favoured reward
Sg down and writing about a Civil War’s pen mightier than the broken sword.

But after it was the Big Bang there was not much space left to share
Parents dominated the Paley Solar System
Children played with crocodiles and stay aware,
Crawling around the floor in their hairy underwear
Unaware of the mess awaiting them when they need to shave their hair
And have some grizzly stares
From Satre readers needing beakers and hot glares
From the Porsche and its crew
Something else to do, than get lost in someone else’s ideas
Like the girl with her own ideas
Who’s ideas are now his ideas
From the Cosmic explosion on the news.

Settle down for the blue, As the Solar System comes for you
And in time you will see it is true, They can saying anything about you, U2.