How much he takes out on us
Riding the bus like a common parent
Things that he meant to say but left in clues
Something for me and the politician’s cold cold hearts.
Blowing the socialist world wide apart
When the Wiley Coyote shit is ugly like a bird pooing on the alligators down by the African stream,
As friendly as an Oxford hall
When the men were nice and the problems were small.
Oh how the ages have been unkind to the mind
Stained glass windows with the gaul to show up in my house
Chasing the rat to beat the scientific mouse
When the culture fades into an LSD spin
And the naughty mouse wins to epic the story for the Djinns.
science
I Feel Watched
I feel watched
I am looking forward to
The next line
The next explanation
The next self criticism
The next meditation.
The trees are still
The mind is heavy
The brain is pressured
The sky is rainy
The next meditation is tomorrow morning before 9.
One day every morning will be fine
This is just the aftermath of being in the afternoon of the aftermath of life
Trying too many things
Thinking about things twice
The next meditation is obsession.
Maya is a misdirection about the Indian lady’s midrift
There had to be no rift so the imagination was used
When I saw the Bollywood two live crew
Being too few for me to mention names
Mending the Partition bridge for the bride on Maine Street
Not so many geographical locations to go
For the mind to know which place to go
To settle down and accept I am brown
When I feel nature’s need to go downstairs
And have some herbal tea to spell back sales to The Church
Leaving me in the lurch like the Drs and Nurses of Psychiatry
Making the NHS rich with medical pills and historical diversity
Measuring selves and making my height an issue
Ripping up trade agreements so Parliament can know things anew
Fiduciary duties and the watched man of the politician’s thrones
Blaming Donald Trump for being in my mind
Oi! MP! Matey! We leave you alone!
And on they went picking up issues like bags of crisps on the floor
And the science of the clouds looked down on the poor
Looking for more
Looking for more
Easily etching out nature on the minds of the innocent
Looking for more
Like William Blake
Give me a break mate – what of your lawyers charging these rates?
Staring in my mind
Treating me unkind
Don’t you know the English rule the waves with their nationhood?
I don’t know all their things?
I didn’t memorise their names!
Who is P.B.S. to me?
Why do you hear the need to quote out loud the wild words of the past.
That was not Shelley
This is my caste
I am what a Brahmin is to Shakespeare when he looks past the glass
I stare out of in my bedroom when my window is double glazed.
The casting of the workman required to change it into a wooden blind stares me blind on this freeman’s salary with the Freemason’s down the road
Handing out leaflets with me at the Conservatives
(Kali will turn me into a toad!).
So this road I am on is long and I tire at page 3
Because this is Energy
“Save some for me!”
he said, delightfully.
Money
What are some of the things that money is?
It is this and that.
It is a wondering mind
A friend who is too hard to find
Worrying about his future
The Drs and all those cuts and bruises
Sewters in the operating room
Insurance men cleaning with the broom
Dust in your heart for the part you play in life
Adulterous with women and claiming your own wife
After years in the field
Things that jewellery will yield
A £10,000 watch
Some models to watch the news with
A visit to the Hindu Temple one day
Something more than you said in the 1990s
When the 1980s were a ripened banana in your mind
To suck on licking it for your cocoa invester
The Sylvester with some attitude and some tips you picked up down the lavatory
When you were rinsing off your cock
Waiting for your mate to spot you another drink
Money is making Soho think –
What about me one day, when I have fulfilled my mother’s say.
We just listen to the music
The commotion on down the hall
The parents that afforded their children good stuff
Records and all that jazz.
The leaving van has left
The supper will be on soon
Formal Hall
Oxford Ball
Porn down the Alzheimer’s lane
Insane in the old person’s hall
So much to organise
So little medical students to associate with
What do you give?
What do you plan?
When is the farmer’s van?
Gobstoppers will be on sale at this rate
For the antique cigar shop on the High Street
The people we will meet
The games we will play
Things that Oxford has yet to say
About:
D
&
R
Robbing Dolce and Gabbana blind
Fucked by a Dr from behind
Marking the gay’s work
Sending Wagamama’s bezerk
What about my lady boy’s and their white soled shoes?
Haven’t they got something to do with the music in you?
So sing it loud and sing it hard
The language in England governed by repetition.
But Utopia is barred by the lonely Bard
And all that he saw fail before his terror vision.
Ultimate
Motor period
Crater on the moon
Things I will see soon
Nice to be there with you.
Generalisations
Verifications
Passages of extra time
When the deepest thing seemed true.
This is for the animal in you,
He needs her to speak to him
Creating language thinking inside at the gym
Going through the motions for the lonely Jew.
The altered certainty
Scientific validity
Connections modified
Psychedelics holistically embarked upon.
The 21st Century seemed long
So I played Superman for a year and a day
MDMA – have your say, Dr Good Year and Good Day to you,
Sir, can I have my Station Wagon parked next to me during take-off?
The apex vision to the stars
Sci-Fi fans will go far,
People back on earth for the tests
Men working our hearts for the beats under the breasts.
Go okay onto your next journey,
Access my states when you are united for the touted tourney.
I will be okay when the Agnostic is seen right through,
And the Gnosis online is shared with fair pairs for symmetry in the equalised seer in you.
Some Art Device
Sanity is judged
The meal before lunch
Balance up the top credit
Before the proper table manners edit
The children who have their breakfast
The adults checking phones before work
There is an objective >>> “BeYoNd!”
Time does not feel so long
Batteries not so fully charged
People don’t feel so large
The Technical, the Natural and the Targets
This is as tough as the morning gets,
Before Mehta is applied and lunch is served
Stop wasting time
It’s going to be fine
The phone is smart art
All get their just deserts.
It answers all questions
[Conscious Cous Cous + Conscientious Science]
Why would you question it?
What is left of the sameness of you and me?
Can we meditate in the centre of the city?
Apply for a job
Type and lie like a slob
Get that fix
Play some tricks
But in the end of the innuendo
Its time to explore so I get to know
Who is the third who walks besides me
When will settle on The Other as the Holy Trinity?
Wind Racer
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
Baggage Carried
I can’t believe you’re going to die,
I’m going to give religion a try,
Insecure in my youth,
I will try it’s proof:
Something my Ego will understand.
Buckling the horses of Arjuna to things I will understand,
Not trying to own every house in the land,
Surprises from Bel Air mansions
Lavish green lawns,
There’s just time left for the lessons on parental viewings of Porn.
I can’t believe you’re not here anymore,
I look around the tremendous respect for temporal vortexes,
Oh indigestion and headaches from energy erections
Parading through my brain
Listening to the non-advice and going insane:
It’s your parent –
You projected,
Why are you trying to get me a Vedic House erected?
Fresh Prince to the king I never was,
The rent I owed you when I was only 12,
And the damnation from society
The clout from the god within me
The monkey in an experiment I never was
The kangaroo and signifying Laws…
Keep coming back and I am an employment hazard,
Someone with such regrets that I am a deep snowy blizzard,
Lost in the Maya of the world of those all knowing Hare Krishnas
They speak English like I know nothing –
Not versed in the Ayur Vedic Samaj
Ignorant
Illusion
Jai Om Namo Shivaya
Why isn’t my Id for hire?
Jai Guru Dev – is there an answer over there?
For how “I am not the body”
Will make me not feel very sorry,
When the time comes to pass
For at last it must come
That both of my parents imbalance my brain a certain way
- In the meaning of what Death has to say
- Pills and glorious business day by day
When those intoxicants at Jones Day (Gouldens) never came back my way.
Singh Song
Catch me some history and the trees will fall
The writing of one book and love for us all.
The Guru Granth Sahib is remarkable for what I do not read
The eyes of another and internet feed.
This is the modern age and man does not know himself too well
Tainted paint with graffiti about facts he summarised.
Man cannot use that which is normal for too long without time
Interfering gathering of life around vices representing grime.
Manners are spoken, voices can be heard
A man’s true designation is otherwise preferred.
At the feet of the Master and not out there with the loose cannons
Computer gamblers hopeful of some sexual passions.
Man was not made to know woman until the Bible was spoken over top
Optional headdress for those left out in the cold,
Like this old verse that beyond Renaissance ideals
Seeking love elsewhere for those fashions to balance a heartfelt steal.
Save me from Guru save me from despair
But do not rescue the Buddha within me
That will cut off my hair.
In England they are the same
And the Gurdwara is no good
They tempt you there with wastage and free food.
These interludes are some qualities of knowledge that I see vaguely
The lights on the city of the hills is not really business for me.
These religions grow tired, and the true Guru has enough words for himself
To leave me out and not include me in the fortress of his rude health.
Words can be deceptive, and the hierarchy can leave acres in the brain
Neurons mistake projects for New Age scientists to place strains
Men and women workers suffer uncooked food at home tables
Education is lesser and wielding to their career and pension repeatably well.
These are the days of finding that time is not beyond embarrassing man
And Guru Nanak faces psychiatry with a hand in the Yugas and Kalpas:
Again after Scientology they have a Master Plan
Nazi, suicide missions and English revisions to delete your man.
So, gather for a ramble and a march amongst the brambles of Birmingham
From an unlikely suspect of poetic disturbance within himself:
Where is the stealth of Xenu in the bygone age of post-2012 spirituality
After the NHS medicated my mother with tortious liability of proximity?
Neurodivergent
Pictures of success
Excess dancing of fiery emblematic
Time spent undressing tragic dreams.
There is no more seems
Terror plots
Yesterday’s waste
Forgotten travelling clouds;
Mesmerising water
Of the neurological passageway,
They have thoroughfare.
The concrete reality of a subterranean jungle
Met with monster-like deceitful strain
Going this way and that way
A fitness survived fit for a King’s competition.
Elements combine some new way of rage
Desperation pants for a damp rag to wipe a sweaty face
This day and that old something.
Can you wear a bonnet and go to the races?
Or stay with me while I pace up and down the streets?
So that at the end of the year it is still Christmas
And there is some imaginative space where we meet.
It cannot be your world, when I am jobless too –
For those pictures of you dinner and dancing
Never show the real world like a workplace for you.
Despicable covered clothing
A sheath of apple and two timing pie:
Terse reprehensible verse
Taking reality on time of some guy’s interpretation of some guy’s interpretation.
Hold on! Catch some beats – there is rhythm in these streets;
And the message of the new century unfolding
Is that horror is not the old archaic armchair of the untold
Frightening night that might lose me
In the pleasure of anonymous spendthrift ways:
When stars pass as human beings
And dark partial truths follow wet nights and days.
Wild Stage 