As the wind hits his face
He impacts the ground
The winner of each breath
Pushing forward like Athenian hero
Heroes and heroes everywhere
Runners delight
Charity and lack of spite
Fair weather friends
Looking to make amends
A week behind the desk
What kind of hectic race is this?
A world of humans akin to rats
Laboratory and conditioning
It’s a beingness fact
poems
Pick and Choose
Pick
The puzzle
The optimal start up speed
The world is spinning around
The why is so pertinent
The where is so evident
These are the things we know
So I went down below
I mediated the earth’s core
I asked the time travellers for more
The culture we adore
Those who adore the messages from the past of VHS
The best man’s hairy chest
The father in your arms doing his best
These are the things I tested
To see if I could stay seated when the violence was no more pacifist
Clench
Yogic retention
Imbalance and detention
Partition of special relationship
Llamas in the Whore House
Green Berets through the front door.
I reaped the remeberance of an Oxford Degree
I forgot my mother (again) to avoid misreading the Church as S.P.
Choose
And I am undone
The choice is too fast for thought that is ruined
It’s the same for us all
Special people being strange in a normal world broken by Buddha’s mirrors
Mental health adrift the tides of life lived by fine people
Directors dealing with the ladders some people don’t climb
Most people don’t climb these corporate ladders.
Then
How? I asked [poetically]…
Are we supposed to talk?
David Copperfield
I saw what I did not think I see
I felt what I did not want to be emotional about
I lusted after a failed school girl
And effortlessly fell into the trap of the Vegas millionaires.
Stay aware and be wary of the elephant walking down the glitzy path
Laughing at your youthful alliance with knowledge, nature and glamour.
Then the mystery of the Almighty will befall better things tomorrow
When you see the mirror of your mind tell your secrets.
He tried that kind of crap: Making the pyramids disappear from the historian’s view
Nothing left in the lifeless motel for me and the bird I’m nobbing:
Something to fill the time between the desperate playlists on the radio
And the used car salesmen I still respect for his human endeavour.
Why can’t I consort?
What can I accomplish?
Where are my nuclear thoughts?
Who’s that girl…
?
Masters of deception and the inflection of lonely erections
Hard up for the mothballs in the wives’ cupboards
Sceptical skeletons making elliptical gestures in the ghostly realm
Disappearing statues and eating well afterwards down the formal dinner table
Suits and terrible things in the evening waltz with Sabrina’s affairs
Nothing for me until I dance until the end of love
And finish with a finale at the universe’s end
For the masters and servants ruling Commanders and British people:
A beige suit a day keeps The Milky Bar Kid away.
One day you will track lions again
When the brain is not the doer.
One day you will poo well again,
When the laughter is not a cow mooer.
Danny the Spy
There was a friend called Danny
Things caught up with me
Times were tight and money was not easy
The women flowed and the flowers grew
The young children walked
Wailing in the desert for the educational classroom.
Such was the predicament
The consternation
The memory havoc in the rush hour of Windermere
Lakes of disaster and a failing standard
Gold standard
Centre lane down the bowling alley
Middle Way with Mr Blair
And all that jazz with Toni Morrison
And those niggers following her from Luke Skywalker
Chasing England’s first black female llama Evaristo
Building Empires
Selling rush days their due
Calling out the ennui from the business classes
Casting votes on the Obama scene
Dreaming of the N-Word in extempore revision
Some decent delicious decisions
Feminists of the past and a caste system worth remembering…
Then one day, the spies came knocking
And Dharamsala was not coming.
The Tibetan Llama had not gone to Washington
And Reigate was where the Cameron kudos stood
When the child had come to my classroom
And the KPMG Exec had balanced his books
At the Handsworth Mandir with some checking on the Soho Road
London had come to set them apart
For the pure at heart
Desiring more than cynical cycles of suffering
Dreams from Lhasa of good hunting.
Chinese Poet Star
Separating the wood from the boys
Metal Gnosis and erotic string theory
Fellows of the Dao at St Hugh’s crowds
A Chinese Centre {for Harold and Kumar}.
With love,
From the Bhakti boys
Something from Queen (IMDb)
How about the scene with those sex toys.
Did you think they came to see you?
The Bollywood crew
What about those Delhi bellies?
Have they seen the Buddha too?
2 Live Crew
Something for the Casino man in you
Come and see our central vase
Find your way out of your celebrity maze
Thy will be blonde
Amazon wonga
There’s no room my Inn
Things the saviours see in their diners.
Mick Jaggers gone Peaky Blinders
Chinatown and the Pagoda down the road
Lessons from monarchs
Leave without saying anything about Toad
Wind in the Hollows
Why didn’t you say so sooner
Abigail Crooner
There’s so much we can agree on
Solid ground
Milk drinks to be found
Coffee made us proud
Manifested from the Sacred Ground
1990-Web Ology
B.P.S. for Mum is not for me
CV developers in every city
New Age knowledge to climb over
High states to climb down
Get over the state of being brown
Yoga is all over town
Penniless crew
Travelling is not so important for the Brahmana in you
Driving Licence test
{Facebook would be best}
Sticky Times
When I sort out a problem another one comes
But it doesn’t fill the past as I sit on my bum
Some say it is a dismal story but I can see my name in lights
Marketing products to the Almighty and advertising my fights.
The remissions of ideas is sticky times and light working over time
The mental concoction of the brain in the middle of the frame
Settling down to some more advanced medical protection
Where the immensity of the Maker is jumping around again.
The loss is not measured by religious decree
Being a Sannyasi is just not for me and my family
Nor are we Vasyas turning around some mentality
Justifying effort before the lap top and full frontal ennui.
Mind cap on during the forty something days and nights
Nothing to show downtown in the business of busman’s’ rites
Churning away the midday rush and the feisty famous people’s kit
So late in the asking of permission that the merriment is not shit.
These are the well known ways the twists and turns of images show up today
I don’t know what will happen if I happen to add japa – what other words will I add and say?
Sexy Tombs
I like the sound of Twitter in the morning
The vibrations from army camps in the past
The congregation of warfare celebrating triumph
The herald of ages trawling the sea shanties
The memory of moody men and the hallowed ground of Devonshire.
Is this where the Tolkien family stayed when they planned his estate?
IS this what C S Lewis thought about when he planned a Christian tax rebate?
Render to Shakespeare what is Shakespeare and leave Caesar alone for a day or ten
Then we can amend time with some rhyme so that men can get back to work again.
COVID was not easy
Brexit was rough play
9/11 was enormous
The financiers might have been gay
… it’s something to say
This day will be long
I am dropping formal lines for an invention’s song
I celebrate myself too much and the computer is my pen
It is off the Buddhist looney bin again and again.
The past is the future and the future is not yet here
I have decades of unemployment in my mind to fear
This leads to anger and then the hatred eggs on a beginner
Writing letters to the Royal Family about national problems that don’t make me a winner.
On and on goes the day
There are only so many poems I can write.
I am lost without an editor
So am blaming mankind for being white.
Lend me your ears then friends as I direct my mind well
Something better than an online social media writer
Something for my father to get involved in as well.
For he is away and we do not use the modern mobile phone
Alone one day
Death is on my mind
Shallow corporate graduate life is not retrospectively
Kindness is going to win
The empty hanging line is a noisy din
“Make the pain go away!”
“I’m lost in outer space without Hindi or Mandarin things to say!”
On and on three times the clock will strike twice for the congregation I leave behind
Feeling lost at sea on a death bed with King Arthur for the shimmers in my mind
Settle down dear Muse
England will be fine
In the last place is Facebook and Youtube
For the Arjuna that I did whine.
The mirrors look back at me in time
On and on those verses do me harm
T.S. Eliot is all I know
The rest were hard to follow
We had not Wikipedia
The art was regal, well dressed and hollow.
I don’t know you – Mr Cavalier Poet and Milton’s Esquires reaping rich the wind with America’s hidden cowboys..
What’s this land that William Blake found when I was only asked to read what I could choose to be wrong about one day?
Prophecy this then America and sweep the floor in a cabin in the Himalayas
As you look for carnal longing in my made up Yoga
One with God at home instead of with Maya
Wrapped up in winter in layers and layers.
I shall not Chav and remark that I am open to the futures of Intelligensia
Needing names to be different like you have and have not done in the past
If Wilber did it, there are other Kenneth’s that can go free
For the illusion of love from Andrew Cohen, ripening lawyers
Frosty drawers
Salacious claws
The last lady in black will attract some spack attack
An attack so mean I mean to repeat it when I do
So history changes in the rude review
Time and time again the regression is a strain on my brain
And I admire the Radha swamp where the undergrowth is Maine Street.
The things we meet while Radhanath is so certain of the past
When things could have been different to conform sin for songs about me at last.
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]
I Wonder
I wonder at the light in the mind
The freedom that the morning waters find
The emotion of the sentience of me
Away from my jovial family.
What is this insipid separation in me
Content to be demented and demonstrated
Laughing out loud before the Northfield crowd
Walking and talking in Victoria Common about uncommon things.
Whispering under my microphone for the things the day brings
High mind and tender emotions and shallowest school boy belongings
Such wandering longings to begin again the journey of life.
The circumstances are repeated like the little boy lost looking for his mum
To make his environment feel warm, sound and comfortable
Not like those shadows aching his tired old brain
Remaining still inspite of all that strainging in the park
Not to look too deep into the hearts if dark at all…
What is all this news about The Fall?
Now I am a Church goer, the writing is not on that easy wall
Where the mission is so ministry that the members forget my poetic name.
I shall walk the walk of shame with my head held high
Until November rains mention the instilled nobility to the flowers again
And more than my disappointment is morning trade
In the hours away from my house I can afford to get upgraded.
I Go Too Deep
I go too deep
I swim far into the sea
I passion for my self
I change little in the world
I grow old
I am callous to the girls
I when and why
I lose how I try
I sell out to forest philosophers
I chase the wild thought like an arrowless archer
I hear the voices I want to
I imagine the hero that is daunting
I am above A.I.
I will fill all the trying points
I will answer the nation’s call
I will not let my self fall
I will writ all about the soul
I am god’s and goddesses capitalisation
I am a wise word fashion
I am filler in the news of missions
I eliminate the competition
I write too much for the friction lane of existence
I listen to the wrong radio station
I invest in bad contracts and conceive too highly of my wealth
I worked too hard and over spent on social media for my health.
Wild Stage 