I don't get it

I don't get it

the stubbornest war mongers have nuclear bunkers for 

military hierarchy ,hand picked cabinet,  prime ministers and presidents

so when they've nuked a region and fried all the residents, destroyed all organic matter and left the air above their super- burrow radioactive for a thousand years....and the rest

they can claim something somewhere's been a success

Maybe I don't get it because it's so pathetic

We live under systems called democratic where Mandela was lucky to get out after  27 years solitary and Anders Breivik  is sentenced to a max of twenty-one in relative luxury and while I see why the scum sucking slags done it I'll never understand how the electorate  consistently accept transparent rhetoric and suck on it

You know when you just don't get some-thing

How any one could sanction a  kill at will leadership in the name of altruism . 

Slaughtering families while  proclaiming the champion of their liberty politically and spiritually with your vote and your backing and your succour and inspiration , 

for their own reward,

Now if you have an agenda or greed or are good to admit that its the benefits of the spoils of victory if only the drips, then I will try to feel you to gain understanding but to say nobody's that thick would be to ignore the probability of what's clearly laid out  . The pains set against the gains . The bribery bribing liability

But if you're gonna tell me that the politic of selfishness never ever seduced/thes your vote putting despots in credit

I'd shake my head just like this and impulsively confess "then I don't get it" 

Take,  rape as a spoil of victory . A remit as old as the hills. It requires a state of mind arrogant enough to crawl on top of a woman who's face is contorting in the liquidity of terror, whose body is convulsing under his testosterones , gasping, drowning and whimpering as shocked animals do

So does he usurp the chemical we engage to express mutual tenderness

Now I'm not so moronic that I can't relate to desire but that's too minor to related to a practice so epidemic it appears endemic

but being civilised

I don't get it

They said that there were 1 million people at the silver jubilee

Dressed in flags wearing flags brolleyed under union ain't no black in jack flags singing in the rain and watching boats go by patronising themselves; in honour of the most illusory career on the planet . Of a woman they'll only ever see through the propaganda machine who's never publicly stood for anything more than ded canon fodder.

The sheer irony of perks and serfs . Take the unemployed and the 7 million she enjoyed last year in farmer's subsidies and it would really wind me up if I let it but I'm trying to get it while the ambassador  argument doesn't add up.

They say she served . Well she visited troops in the second world war and she drove her own jeep and the horn went beep  and through the creation of Israel, apartheid, Mau Mau, and bloody sunday she got a good night's sleep and maybe that's what they wanted to see

 The epitome of genetic success of white dominance at the helm in the race of races and they're gonna back their breadwinner in the jostle for  places.

So this our nationalism :the external encircle of an ethically diametric inter-tribalism . A blueprint of the moronic devotion to football fanaticism , a vice I'll never decipher either . How the recreational pursuit of spectating a harmless non contact sport comprising  eleven or so guys you'll never meet converts to the physical action of me inflicting enough blind violence to separate your rib cage from your voice box because you might dare to support your team vocally, not to mention actually

Fuck you up in front of your kids and teach mine to do the same cause it's in his blood and 'e's a good boy ain't ya son

He'll be blue and his kids too in the designer labels of local FC in a parody of Celtic Saxon Gaelic Greek Umbrian south American sub Saharan survival for the dominance of hunting plains rivalry cultivated into a gladiatorial arena

Only thing is we all live in square boxes and think through them. The buffalo are provided by tescos who are apt to assure that every little bit helps . So if our life cycles are desperate clones in mutual agreement I'm never gonna get it

I know it's a free world. That you can have rigamortis injected into your forehead to preserve an impression of some eternal fertility. You can be a fat slob with washboard abdominal implants. You can buy stocks of red meat discounted on sell by date, whilst priding yourself in personal ethics that would see you rip your friends off even to the pittance of pint money so that you can afford to dress ghetto fabulous, drive a flash motor around the manor and quantify your greed by calling it the achievements that your god said you deserve. It seems that everything is sanctioned by a blurb and I don't seem to get it

Thank my God for poetry cause  I can at least address it

Dan and his mrs

Her mouth was a premeditated birth hole of trouble and she wound him up like the threat of anal penetration

 

It's foetal juices regurgitating and he would have septic traumas rupturing his wretched soul

Fuck she was belligerent 

He rode the waves with diligence until it became far too insulting to his intelligence and he ripped a hole in the sky with the verbal charge that thundered from his teeth and past his chewed lips, drawn in the heat of unsaid battle. For footmen and centurions and musketeers and gun have never known war without the interaction of fear and provocation and he was in danger of eating his own ears just so he could spit out the din she made for him to swallow

This is how they danced following the pink haunted grafitti of her emails where she could find him across a hundred  waters

They had a field day turning the lake of sea and cake into a trench, and  texts were as savage as a slaughterhouse  of stolen sheep 

Between the letters was the  DNA fungi of twin shadows dancing a frenzy of twisted folk

Now a cushion can bear so many pins until it submerges into its  crippled self but compelled toward foreplay she would  pull his martian carcus apart  with stallions from Venus

 She tore layers of  complacent skin off of  his romantic eyelids 

so he retorted from a blitz of decapitated pores that grasped at the collateral damage of homeless blood cells for co-dependant survival;

Their threats were more unholy than billionaires bets , but by the grace of  phenomena and passion they were reborn in a repetition  of anticlimactic ritual

Lucy gone

Her name is Lucy

I can't help seeing her as more captivating than the full moon at the end of June accessorised with jet stream  boas 

She drove a wedge between me and reality until she and only she became  

normality

and for a while there I actually believed in angels :

that cynics were frustrated souls imprisoned in themselves and I had been saved by a passing carriage with a reserved ticket to be cynical no more but as blissful as an emperor bathing in his very own river 

And when she left she didn't close the flipping door and all that replaced her was a freezing wind that sliced me like a guillotine crystalised into a sheet of ice not once or twice but with serrated vindictiveness thumping me back into the monotonous hole of rigmarole across parched jagged rocks to the barren riverbed  I came from

But I got wrecked on the rocks

WHAT COMMUTERS LOOK LIKE

I know what commuters look like 

They walk 140 steps a minute marching  unconsciously to Mecca-troplis

farmed with enough palm oil to keep dependants tethered to the fold

They queue in erratic designs of civil lines tired of concealing their apathy with virtue, disenchanted with the collective, resenting the regime and their regiment

They  stampede battery style to herd in pens

where modified inter-rivalries replace  moos with stunted abbreviations of 'sorry' and puffs of submission

This is the tallest they'll stand and the widest their senses will radar till same time same place tomorrow. Kenetically homed in on the absolute conviction that they are the cogs in the wheel that need to be fed and diligence is a cruder oil than the one that runs

So's you know

If I said starving Somalians make illuminate rub their hands with glee

would you still see me as a personalised  MTV in 3D to be rewarded with some sordid applaud

It's easier to camouflage the basis

of our relationship with entertainment status

since you're the secondary beneficiary of empirical tyranny

though together we're bar codes to the primary families

Their lobbied secretaries scribble soundbites and shuffle them into secular circles for mass consumption

then recline in a malaise of moralised masturbation

And it only warrants a wince if you're not convinced that kate's actually a princess and horse-mouth a prince 

Systematic that the system's adequate in establishing a more than satisfactory dragnet

and it's pragmatic mathematics that a fraction will not be attracted to the magnet

so a raging Briton staging a sit-in outside St Paul's

can paraphrase scarface

all I have is my word and my balls

Myself ? 

I'm no more high brow than low grade calico so as I speak see this as an introduction to a geek. Not to self deprecate 

but I will perpetuate centuries of hate if you will keep trying to attach that rusty chain AND dangle my strings

I'd challenge your altruistic  supportive chorus of Arab springs

and cloak and dagger benevolence

See I  tuck Brits into neat boxes of  fuck whits

effete tossers, wannabe beat coppers and abstaining cock blockers

Don't take offence

That's the manifestation of artistic licence. 

You wanna hear when I get anarchic stepping on toes of god knows but it's cathartic since the devil consistently prompts me to host him 

but  I'm the blood type of the 13 percent

the  afterbirth of malfunctioning desent

banged up in the prison of religion and bailed out by atheism 

I'm a Soledad brother with monty's 

python

If you can get down with that

...........

nice one

Now being far more cynical than stereotypically critical 

I write as a conditioned reflex to

relay the rudiments of relativism

My story is verbally high tec with a core of simplicity

The same as ultra modern domesticity in design but defined in the mind

We spend too much time  accommodating  nonsense 

It would help if time stood still

the slate was wiped for us to re-write our own invites and we could chill

But don't we love our metropolis

these fucking toilets

where I went from being a good bloke to a footnote with a hook 

Generalisations being speculations based on groundless equations

and one love is closer to one big joke to be remote ; and I quote

Thank the almighty hostess there's a process of osmosis

though I don't welcome blud, bruv, fam, big man, or the Trojan affection 

Yous can go take a run and jump 

I couldn't give a smelly dump of an aqua lump

See an egg is not a shell

It's only the outer frame that's seeped in the game of dividing and conquering as the first step of engineering the end product of profiteering 

Facts are wrapped in bullshit

made too complex for you to consider having a bar of it

In the great scheme of fake dreams we'll be forgiven for 

climbing over each others tears for a lifetime of being survival driven

where lucifer's only task is altering  his mask 

he cottoned on to four and eight bar timing and

manipulated sociopathic  rhyming but he's just chasing

I'm still climbing

When i hit the summit I'll rest

And though he'll try his best 

I'll be drifting on a raft of my  cleft

dissipating fermented shock waves

For I'm repelled from the 87% stock of voluntary slaves

to merge enlitenment in the psychedelic veins of autumn leaves    

and fission with nitrous oxides,  floating violin strings ,  channel hopping psycho kinetic encyclopaedias and bio-degradable orgasms,

I've deflected the viral pandemic of egos , the synergic  waltz of treasurers and taxpayers , cunts and victims

for the seduction of transcendental evolution fuelled from ambrosian muscles  of Guyanese mango

the  peripheral is far preferable to the narrow orbit of your inner circles

where a birds eye turns into poetry

What's laughable is who you think I am

Now get your head out of your ass ,

 in the pram

Ashley 2

Ashley
Speaks in non generic patterns that blot sparks
and every tree had a purpose
and every flower
wether you loved it personally or not once had a life
and every blade of grass was chistened with the photosynthesis of exploding heliums
and to speculate  heaven as religious  folklore is to do it an injustice because you're in it and there are no more exquisite guides than herself and the virgin Mary
because Ashley had this awesome courage to be free

and I was in awe
because I hadn't

Sorry
Did you say that I'm not black enough because I said wonderful instead of buff
and all that stuff

Or I ain't seeing what you're seeing because I don't project an act of being born in the Caribbean

That i've turned my back on all sistren because with your selective eyesight you decided that a slovenly backside is the crowning feature of all black women

That there's something too white about me because I don't holiday in the colony every year with the same boys and or girls but rather spread my wings and see as much of the world as challenge and knowledge can yield me

Meanwhile my other eye's on some o'dem stating that I don't look like a Simon
More like a Winston
and there's still an automatic psychic intermission
when I am within peripheral vision of a purse

Did you say that I'm prostituting our legacy because some of my associates are white

Did I go through the ride for you to flip the script on me !?

Take a step back dude
Check yourself

Bus stop. After school . Thursday 4/10/2012

Black kid bout 13
 goes to stab black kid bout 13
 How ridiculous is this ?

I saw one pull out his duke fists 
so the other drew out something designed to fillet fish with
 He lunged forwad in a thrust and missed
 and the victim, shaken, trying to ridicule him, forced a chuckle 
murmuring something paramount to 
'You haven't harmed a whisker', as zorro disappeared 
briskly
 as if an immediate gust of wind whisked him.
 Shifted ! 

 His boys drifted behind him, nervously giggling 
since what they'd just witnessed didn't raise a grimace 

The other boy's boys dithering in a state of raped and diminished machoism: 
each one's rude awakening a given

 We, the public were shocked , 
secretly intimidated, bewildered and whispering  
 and if I decode my inner most defensive system
 underneath I'm trembling cause I'm thinking 
 Two young black kids were 5 maybe 6 inches away from a sliding door to a burning hell that beckons like a warm room patiently waiting for them to get really cold 

My soul bled a piece 
 Everybody's did

Loneliness is attainable

It's easy to miss someone

Far too simple to pine and hide the raw face of self 

under shelter of shadows

 in the wintery dank of endlessness

In that if I see you seeing me being me I'd feel vulnerable

It's harder to thrust out your taut hand because hands can get slapped and hearts crack and you can't replace what you can't get back

and the practice of solitude becomes  such a knack 

that you could sit in the sun and not know it's warmth

You could be near to the one you're missing

in the same room 

swapping oxides

yet so spiritually far

even in their arms breathing your moistness into their skin

and yet alone

 

Even family at times

become mere bloodlines

and friends fade to titles of chapters of time 

too oft disappearing with dreams when you open your eyes

making it easy to be lonely

easier to get it wrong

easiest to put a song back on

To Anita

When I see you

my road swerves

and I try to steer sharply avoiding the distraction of your outline 

like dictating white lines between the fast lane and a hard shoulder

And if I'm ever blinded by illegal fog beams as they emerge I'll remember your eyes burning through mine when i lose my nerve forcing me to veer away from a collision that I might not survive

To somewhere I can stop.......

and re-fuel

and pull myself together

brent library closures

Tories are in town

Not a coalition in a fission of qualities slowing them down but the Tories are in town

Privatising the welfare state generating debate about ruthlessness

There is no humanity in the pure pursuit of profit

spiritually ded, lips turning ever vampire bluer sucking reds red in bed with who'd have guessed

mistress nicolas clegg sexed up testosteroned and smoking our pounds from moral high grounds

(fully aware of their corporate peers filtering billions through offshore accounts)
 

The implementaion of judicial enquiry implies a window to make them stop

but self regulation pulls wool over the rot

so where did democracy go

since brent council's consultation we repeatedly said 'No'

till our groundswell of factious reactionary movements is a battleship feature of dictatorships.

the only thing we're all in together is the fight for survival on the battle-ground of capitalism fought by minions whilst generals call the shots from the parliamentary hilltops

libraries are the ammunition base for home schoolers

intellects evolve in the non-profit sector learning centre building on facts to rival houses of cards enforced with seduction and subliminal intimidation coated and polished with lies

local libraries are where the studious exercise and organisers germinate

and you can observe politics without the fraudulant tips of stylists

or the prostitution of institutional collaboration

small firms clerks rely on printers

and residents have to liase with council boards through process of online forms

not their idea the council's; new labour ; go figure

Penalising hospitals, daycare and the lowest income households is a vice, and just the catalyst for twice the financial crisis since the hand of the bourgeois got snapped in the cookie jar

in expenses circus

bankers bonuses

Dinner with financiers

when it's opportunistic

Our patrons are all alone or altruistic

We don't gel with drug cartels

And if It costs 13.6 billion to immortalise boris, Coe and jowel in sports week we don't JUST afford it

and just NOT publicise the audit

cause it would probably reveal our debt as your debt

mistranslated through audacious vacuous jaw jaw

the political equivalent of smut.

The sound bite 'big society' is a cover for cuts

To privatise is to personalise the monetised

reads the small print of the dog eat dog blue print the blues print

the elderly are a redundant resource and the future of labour production is working class children

Brent's new town hall building will cost 100 million

and in light of them trying to keep us in the dark these little dogies will bark in the spanish, greek, lithuaniun, dutch, slovenian arab spring of austerity

I.D

I knew nish about the windrush and invite stroke ambush to prop up the NHS and utilise the surplus to clean the rubbish of the western virus 

The peacock of fascists was Enoch the racist in the epoch of prejudice that yanked my chain and was due to again and  again and again and again and again and again and again creating  thresholds between us and them 

I was being told to go back home by grown up men way before I was ten

The tactical onslaught began . Securing the groundwork clubs because rasta represented and reggae kept on hugging us like an anxious surrogate shielding us from the effects of an inevitable arrest

On the propaganda front was a fictitious alpha man

named Tarzan 

The flank; your Jim Davidsons

The formula of notorious becomes glorious created the legacy of alf garnet

and that's not the half of it

We were woven into a fabric

and racism was our carpeting

carefully tread 

cause in police custody some of us wound up ded

Flares and platforms were that norm 

a wave of consciousness embraced us as socialists, and , albeit mostly about the music , there was niche  within the collective

On the flipside the political riptide is Brits abide with which side their bread's buttered on , even if they know it's wrong so they go along with the subliminal indoctrination of white domination which favours beneficiaries of lighter shades of skin and it's a stronghold when a 1.6 percent population change exposes a sterile culture; imposing a new beginning 

It was the 80s. And you can say whatever you want; but when the  3rd biggest opposition is the national front, it has an impact on the feeling that you actually belong

Thatcher came along and it was on. Right right, left wrong

And the nf chanted threatening songs legalised and strong in lynch mobs of yobs who'd jump , not fight lone brothers who'd dare walk alone at night 

and scar him

We'd sing and pray but everything we had to say was shirked

We had riots like diets that don't work

and around that time Lennox Lewis won the world championship at wembley and one of them grabs my hand and gushes 'now you and me are brothers and they shifted their complaining to the Asian invasion

Much the same complaints , a bit less of the maiming 

Then a music genre dramatically put it on ya but the back lash was a re-hash  of consumer fodder

Thank heavens poetry is underground and the frequency is lower 

See hip hop came bounding like a prodigal son before it became a boring whore , foreboding imploding in self evolving folklore. 

Gladiatorially 

Originally the community spoke through an independent medium with the tenet of drums and the self-fathering academia of karnac lectures and briefly the second coming showed a  face that Sodom and Gomorrah defaced with crime and bass 

and as stateside was the birth place ,

talking loud and getting jiggy came to be a requiem of a baller called PAC and a G called biggy

Their legacy reigns in the self defeated phrase 'taking the nig out of the ghetto out of the nig '

Or something

Now social liberalism has a vision of equilibrium but its more practical for capitalism to colonise its rats into bunches of stats than to allow rugged individualism

That's why we had to be categorised as blacks 

and it's easier to stagnate than articulate the infinite bounty of the colour spectrum

During the heights of civil rights it was re-typed to feel right and our heroes used negroes and since then it's been coloureds , then blacks ,then niggas on crack in self fulfilling caricatures  but before that there was a season when somebody thought we were human beings and deserved the considered distinction of being Afro-Caribbean which was  la de da caviar to our community bourgeoisie 

But 

Now that metropolis has become a basin of homogenised lotion 

and Asians blend in and some eastern Europeans  act like homogenising's an unforseen task and they front rather than ask  what one's supposed to do in a melting pot

North Africans who already trust you to do business if you're that type,

some orientals who think you're to dark to respect and some English who agree but wind in their necks since there's no competitive representative elect and whose kids aint talking jafaican

Now we've all finished whinging about the job stealing house packing polish exodus and there are indentured poles saying the same about Romanians ; moaning about us is so 1970s and it's a minefield cussing Muslims 

In 2013 I can't help seeing eclecticism as a little suspect since we've all got radicals who are  septic 

So where do you fit against my legendary  constants

of the low expectation

drug dealing

penis wielding

handbag stealing

sucker punches that blight like red traffic lights on the road of my life

And there's a thing

Where wil that leave my children reared in a series of rotating interventions where everything we could possibly need is at our disposal yet something's missing

Like decisions

So who the heck am I now. Who are any one of us 

I.D I knew nish about the windrush and invite stroke ambush to prop up the NHS and utilise the surplus to clean the rubbish of the western virus  The peacock of fascists was Enoch the racist in the epoch of prejudice that yanked my chain and was due to again and  again and again and again and again and again and again creating  thresholds between us and them  I was being told to go back home by grown up men way before I was ten The tactical onslaught began . Securing the groundwork clubs because rasta represented and reggae kept on hugging us like an anxious surrogate shielding us from the effects of an inevitable arrest On the propaganda front was a fictitious alpha man named Tarzan  The flank; your Jim Davidsons The formula of notorious becomes glorious created the legacy of alf garnet and that's not the half of it We were woven into a fabric and racism was our carpeting carefully tread  cause in police custody some of us wound up ded Flares and platforms were that norm  a wave of consciousness embraced us as socialists, and , albeit mostly about the music , there was niche  within the collective On the flipside the political riptide is Brits abide with which side their bread's buttered on , even if they know it's wrong so they go along with the subliminal indoctrination of white domination which favours beneficiaries of lighter shades of skin and it's a stronghold when a 1.6 percent population change exposes a sterile culture; imposing a new beginning  It was the 80s. And you can say whatever you want; but when the  3rd biggest opposition is the national front, it has an impact on the feeling that you actually belong Thatcher came along and it was on. Right right, left wrong And the nf chanted threatening songs legalised and strong in lynch mobs of yobs who'd jump , not fight lone brothers who'd dare walk alone at night  and scar him We'd sing and pray but everything we had to say was shirked We had riots like diets that don't work and around that time Lennox Lewis won the world championship at wembley and one of them grabs my hand and gushes 'now you and me are brothers and they shifted their complaining to the Asian invasion Much the same complaints , a bit less of the maiming  Then a music genre dramatically put it on ya but the back lash was a re-hash  of consumer fodder Thank heavens poetry is underground and the frequency is lower  See hip hop came bounding like a prodigal son before it became a boring whore , foreboding imploding in self evolving folklore.  Gladiatorially  Originally the community spoke through an independent medium with the tenet of drums and the self-fathering academia of karnac lectures and briefly the second coming showed a  face that Sodom and Gomorrah defaced with crime and bass  and as stateside was the birth place , talking loud and getting jiggy came to be a requiem of a baller called PAC and a G called biggy Their legacy reigns in the self defeated phrase 'taking the nig out of the ghetto out of the nig ' Or something Now social liberalism has a vision of equilibrium and its more practical for capitalism to colonise its rats into bunches of stats than to allow rugged individualism That's why we had to be categorised as blacks  and it's easier to stagnate than articulate the infinite bounty of the colour spectrum During the heights of civil rights it was re-typed to feel right and our heroes used negroes and since then it's been coloureds , then blacks ,then niggas on crack in self fulfilling caricatures  but before that there was a season when somebody thought we were human beings and deserved the considered distinction of being Afro-Caribbean which was  la de da caviar to our community bourgeoisie  But  Now that metropolis has become a basin of homogenised lotion  and Asians blend in and some eastern Europeans  act like homogenising's an unforseen task and they front rather than ask  what one's supposed to do in a melting pot North Africans who already trust you to do business if you're that type, some orientals who think you're to dark to respect and some English who agree but wind in their necks since there's no competitive representative elect and whose kids aint talking jafaican Now we've all finished whinging about the job stealing house packing polish exodus and there are indentured poles saying the same about Romanians ; moaning about us is so 1970s and it's a minefield cussing Muslims  In 2013 I can't help seeing eclecticism as a little suspect since we've all got radicals who are  septic  So where do you fit against my legendary  constants of the low expectation drug dealing penis wielding handbag stealing sucker punches that blight like red traffic lights on the road of my life And there's a thing Where wil that leave my children reared in a series of rotating interventions where everything we could possibly need is at our disposal yet something's missing Like decisions So who the heck am I now. Who are any one of us 

I'n'I

Close up your two ear, absorb through your third eye
Tis I
Masai descendant rastafari uprooted from foundations

Alienated in the new world

marginalised by contemporaries
And facing extinction
True de I
true to de I
whatever the direction
of civilisation
seeking Zion
through the radial entrapment of Babylon

The flaying fibre of the family torn from our bosom
to roam in the swamp of woe
a nomad
without patronage 

and one would've thought that after all this time
my star would shine
in line with the nine
that orbit the sun
and Jah will be done
on earth
as it is in heaven
Because its been so long since there's been universal inity among bredren

My people extend rods
to trendy gods
in cliques grouping the strength of the weak
sapped through malaise
into songs of praise
but I've ceased
to indulge the beast
from the fat man
to the vat man
With some regret
I grant, I sweat
injustices
though status is what status quo is

The white eye got the green eye and wet red hands
Behold the gun, they stole the drum,

and yellow earth that mirrored the sun
now the aboriginal and the Navaho of Gad  are all gone
And they would do a biopsy in my soul in an effort to own it
But i'n I psychic is I 'n I sidekick
and you can no more penetrate 
divinity than you can separate wet from water

I was a million of us though now I am a hundred                                                                              walking in the unswerving  path of righteousness
ambushed and discredited by instigators of perpetrators bribed to take the road more commercial                                            than controversial
since the I a response with livity not hate
so they don't need to ship coke and murder folk like the FBI in 68 
 
All counter action done get kill out with guerrilla faction ,                                                        overruled by  inocuosnous of Jewish masons and screwface superclass to curb the itinuation of the internal I ;                                                                                                                                              the mineral of die-hard revolution                                                                                                                                     because our spirit is embedded in the groin of delayed justice
nourished on the black milk of aborted time                                                                                       until the colour of a man's skin is of no more significance

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The N word

When u refer to u and yours as nga, you are anouncing a personnal acceptence of an underclass status that legislated that you were officially sub-human and by virtue of sciences too deficient in emotional  and cognative intelligence  to  be acknowledged in European  society or warrant more merit than a dog. 
There has always been smoke without fire and shit sticks. It also spreads and leaves odours. So when all the minerals of life have left your mortal organism like white  faeces the  odour of your shit whafts then clings to ur closest dna until the bacterium of it's live cultures gets into the skin and they are infected with symptoms with no idea of the roots. The speculation of the evolution stimulates a hybrid of mechanisms that without knowledge of self give birth to a fatherless prototype; a self ordained modern day niga 

Doris

When she walked passed

vanilla and honest

little drops of melanin on her face like enriched soil placed by the hand of the artist

she wore the coolest breeze

As she went on my life followed

in its darkness and its lights

Air shot through me in pellets of exploding cyclones

and I was born again with the primal impuse

to go to her


The threshold was a black hole of alternative realities

and I stood in her aura, sedated in the dream they reserved for me

uniquely humble in a sublime desert of paralysis abandoned by myself

peering through a porthole of infinity to a memory of a future where we grew together, and raised a family

In reality she was physically close enough to absorb me in a Cassiopeian cluster

My disciplines dispersed haemorraging my spirt which spilled out of my mouth

and laying twelve million daisies at her feet it said

"I think you're fucking beautiful."

She smiled

and having kamakazied I scurried away embarrassed by the nakedness of honesty



I saw her the next day

an angelic illusion of a typical human tinged with desire, vulnerability,confusion

elavating rites of passage with undisclosed intimacies still in their infancies like blind children

and of sound mind I chanced a stroll through a sliding door

I dropped the key to being alone and free fell into the first spring of a virgin zone

Within seven days my universe was made beyond the clinical inadequacies of bar coding

and I floated on air making imprints on clouds



I saw us from astral projections wrestling in the park, raw sex in the car and growing closer and closer, not as the rght and left hand but the body

Nothing mattered more on this mortal coil than the euphoria of our inter-commuting atoms welcomed like prodigal sons

and the addiction to the cosmic endorphins of our liberty

Just looking at her
was exhilarating
She's indistinguishable from the origins of time and I always sensed that a god had just entered the room and started plucking at my plasma
scattering it into ten thousand lives

that stood at the entrance of Fjords bellowing ghosts

that climbed the shoulders of the sky and free fell to her centrifuge to drink melodies from her hands



She once asked to taste dying by my hand

She called it asphyxiating but I reckon it was a reckoning

and with all I am

loving deeper than conciousness
Declaring love three little word incantations

that would set black magic priestesses dancing a frenzy

as if they were

hypnotic hyroglyphics from the Temple walls of Ramses

I made her asleep

and as she faded into the abyss I trailed her every beat because I missed her

As her breath returned and her eyes coughed open. our celestial cells were ski-ing barefoot in yellowstone rivers crossing thresholds

Her tied to my bed

I gorged vulvic fruit of her in eunuch's obsession to nourish my grasslands

honoured that I could love her more than I could love myself


staring at her in Nirvana

with my bodiless particles

running barefoot beside morrocon horses as free as her

trekked valleys from Yosemite to Kashmir and showered under Iguazi falls

And just talking to her

my stellar anti-atoms hop skipped piers of water bungalows where the sun welcomes with a smile through the bosom of the sea


moved with her on the dunes of of Sossusvlei bathed in red light to to sleep under meteor showers with gawping heads of Nemrut dagi

knowing our initials are immortalised on a tree in a central reservation outside Hyde Park

and having done all of the things one should do before his 791st birthday short of shaking hands with Jesus Christ

 woke at sunrise in a Danube delta

She pulled a handbrake on the rotation of earth and time chilled hydrolically

and that's when my jaw dropped in headless oblivion because it's difficult to speak when happiness is actually within reach

The tears that I cried when she said goodbye

returned to re-cry when there were none left inside


It transpired

that my spacial awarness rewired


and though I don't know where her heart is now

she is there in the loops of my vowels and the infinite space between seconds
and I'm still dazed if a bit pleased that I'm subtly unreleased

from the untethered soul of a masterpiece

Lady on the train

She squashed the most accessible identities into her travel case hoping nobody will notice the chameleon she'd become

She sat on a carriage where her high frequency presence forced her hand to paint on her armour in instructed patterns then , intensity heightened, reinforce it over and over until she was sure nobody would find her
Then it didn't matter that time is boundless because we imagine we could shackle it and she has to look Marilyn-esque when the all dictating short hand strikes 6

 Fantasy is an aperitif from the battle ground and there are wars more subtle than the diabolical assertions of masculinity that spark more than gunpowder screaming in the pit of a phallic barrel and more mesmerising than its psychedelic spectrum

Smiling at other people's kids and dogs was all too fruitless but she could afford the mild engagement of the small muscles that cornered her mouth and who could lose, paying grace to somebody's child
The reciprocated acceptance is a taste of the comfort she lives for and she made that stolen moment home. She sensed the song of that puppy's heart playing through her stroking fingers and sang uncalculated words through the lips of a baby girl

A universal blurb and a flavouring sprinkle of mummy became the melody she eased into with the clunk of railway drowned under it's luxury bed. She snuggled for a gracious millennia until the train stopped at her nightspot, so she hastily scrambled the stories of the little girl and folded them under the camoflage on her cheeks
 The carriage doors opened setting her free on the stage to metropolis where she had people to be

mindless states of mind

Was it canned laughter that had all the audience react in time for an appropriate length of time every polished time in every episode of friends
and did the bowels of group attention shake their tectonic plates whenever Graham Norton said bowel or nothing more foul than bum or 'come' in the face of the thinking mainstream
 because juvenile innuendo is so irrepressibly consciousness shattering that adults are swept off their feet with only the collective vibration of sonic shaking to ground them from being catapulted off into the ether trapped in frozen splinters of individuality
Why analyse and compute the repressed sexuality of post war slap-stick carry ons if we just carry on

In the trial of antics in denial through semantics
getting sloshed is termed 'avin a drink', to disguise the desperation of frying nerve endings of a  few hundred thousand brain cells so we can get to know each other.
while suspending the pursuit to know ourselves

When girls make themselves deliberately sick with a goal of appearing anorexic because the industry of parading size zero is epic, isn't there an imbalance between instinct and logic
No matter how many times she hears airbrush she actually hears status, meaning approval
meaning the security of being wanted and spirals into the warped vortex of a popularity contest
as though she's cognitively dislexic or so wilfully irrational that flirting with suicide is as skilfully fashionable
as matriarchs becoming subordinates

We don't even seem to mind
that 24 hour carbon rays will send us blind ,
alongside pesticides on our insides :
That the toxic damage of cosmetics doesn't end with the spraying of ammonia into the eyes of a restrained animal and doesnt stop eating you because you had a shower

and most of the money in most of the vaults are just the life source  of sugars and salts  weaved through the sterile womb of lethargic soil and more Haitian eco-structures

These are earth's jewels ,  
We've refined her fuels and sucked them to become pollutant mutants
since restoring the milk of her nurturing breast cannot be achieved with the genius of synthetic augmentation

So the masters of the planet catch more cancer than any other mammals
So scienctificaly progressive that we're teetering on Armageddon
And in the great expanse of time we got here without blinkin
Defined by fathomless intellect somehow we consistently suspend thinking
rendering the difference between common sense and nonsense superfluous
Ultimately fate will deal according to our performance
from genesis to the present
when the light came on
though no-one's home

Yanne

I was looking for my sister

I’d let go of her little hand
when the desperate cold crept under the leather of our pigment in this high rise forest
I was snared by a piper’s squeal bounding through marshy bogs of instantaneous gratifications, flagrant liaisons with effete Caucasians,
Asians and fucked up hybrids lixiviating the steam of my sweat:
but now I’m looking for my sister

As I followed the swine’s buxom carcass
The serpent whisssspered in her ear and led her through the jungle
  mined with concrete snake pits of empty words, processed ideals,
  Down streams shaped by corrosive sub-cultures, social engineering, and fair weather philosophies
   I followed the path of contracted gold and fly by night virtue
where predators are chameleons perverting nature with synthetic poisons
Coats of red white and blue camouflaged with George crosses, camouflaged with universal slang

I was looking for my sister! this side of cultural partitions
Beyond stringy hair and high heels
Without her customised brother in arms veering his neck around ceramic tiles to ogle black cock
I followed that pig down nooks and potholes underlined with football fanatics and paganism
Along lamp lined avenues that textured debauchery.
  I ate of its saccharin sweet meat
And OD’d.  opening my eyes before I could be butt fucked in a chemical stupor
As the hours flew, we died a bit every day

I felt my sister’s thick impenetrable laughter bounding through telecom’s steel vines converted into a muzzle;
Maiden’s chic and seasonally marinated trivia coursing like commuting blood cells in a pink colour ghetto
That very acoustic laughter that had filled the corners of home,
tethering mine, like a swirl of cherry jam in my porridge; before we knew we were diasporas collateral
Even in Diaspora’s tainted mist, I hear her distinct voice and I’m engaged

I found my sister in survival’s yoke, surrounded by ultra modern picket fence and poll tax
betrothed to a great great grandson of massa . :
  The pillager’s scalp;
 he wears her like fox pelt on prize day and I know his blunt claws have long stroked another soul, branded with the scorch of his saliva…..  no longer driftwood
A  formula. of contemporary notions had sedated her to her own
  and she sat, the fabric of processed ethnicities in a house among moths and worthless residue
And I’d been out walking into jungle walls

There she is !… in your eyes
Behind the tassels and the pantomime
Under the debris of confusion and responsibility; cajoling lies and a trillion devils;
  I love you;
My splayed fingertips mirror yours
  Taught as strings of a metallic sunburst, screaming like scuttling fish, across the widening gulfs
  “I need you”,
  to complete me in jig saw emancipation
for requiems of self and the good old days
  for solvency’ in loco parentis’

  From a parallel estuary to bloody seas of indifference

symbiosis

symbiosis
Or
Socio-biological metamorphosis
The  mutation of
you, me and everyone else learning to live together through the pin ball schedules
of work, home, the bar , the health centre and bed
The logical thesis of of six billion people in perpetual interconnection
A noble crises too often a matter of portraying what everyone else is playing
Individuality is uniform worn in disillusion of enigma within the swarm
keeping us warm as mammals
Taking the liberty to be party animals
and social cannibals

Chemicals- make us - apathetic, , unsympathetic , pathetic, alcoholic,
armchair judges with suspended instinct
So passive aggressive fascists share chat show panels with
bleeding heart liberals
idealists and sceptics
pigs eat with anorexics
heretics with evangelistic conscripts in this symbiotic polytechnic
Gay priests extol the old testament
A war zone medic is as oxymoronic as a hitler youth becoming the pope
Rabbits jump out of hats as vegan carnivores
and you can vote monster ravin loony party
since your Barclays sainsburys Nike cadburys might be a lineage of slavery but they pay wages
The only thing you need remember is the mannerisms of your metro sexual gender
because all sensation is sanction in a great groundswell of frequency merging into anti climax
The modified morality of mortals condensed in the hollows of humanity

The ongoing spiritual revolution is solvent in a sea of islandically inverted communities
drowning in ourselves

divisions are toxic
what's the tonic
when the girth is
embryonic
The prognosis is
'Sym-bilateral elements make a bold equation
but erratic composition
creates traits that are ninety something percent more insecure than demure'

Then ; what does simbiosis gain us
when we've never made eye contact with our next door neighbours
When we're trying to get to know ourselves while living among strangers and the more we grow up the more difficult we are to make friends with
When we're busy trying to define the enemy who's
carrying the genetic deficiency of reprobates among primates
and each evening that universal mask you uphold all day comes off with a sigh when you barge the front door shut
We are all the same composition of 70 percent water claiming personal space by repelling others aura
Still, street slang of brother , cousin, family, pays homage to the flowing continuum
and all our three fenced rose garden ambitions converge dizzily into infantile paralysis

d'you ever notice the lack of progress in sparodic events and provincial districts rejecting doses of symbiosis though it is more seasonal than regional
The structure breaks in brittle flakes of little mistakes and you cannot repair what you cannot define
We just have to crack on cause there ain't no rewind
there wasn't a blueprint
and prospect vs right wing protest is no contest
resistance is futile
But the imperative of nuts and bolts is function and there's nothing more pleasing than social cohesion
of an intelligent species of superfluous races not pre-occupied in a power basis
and the apparatus prevails
Even when mothers stand at the same bus stops and shop queues as  their children's killer freed from jail
by parliamentarians who she voted in that in turn peddle lies
and are only differentiated by the colour of their ties
Whatever blue says red'll criticise
Unfortunately unlike bloods and crips none of them dies. They drink together in the bar upstairs at lunch, toilet breaks and after five
Thats symbiosis-

how it goes is
leaders exceed with pinocchio noses
No ones born drinking or smoking. It's the adult world making projections then promoting .
Hospital doors are open and the funeral service is roped in. In spite of brains the truth is largely unspoken
and the cycle of chains remains unbroken

just getting by is just trying not to die
but through corporate sponsored genocides we can afford to get high
so East and west had a bloodshed fest featuring children in Afghanistan and mc Taliban
with the devil dancing under his trademark banner that reads 'GOD'
but hey; allied banks worked for the nazis; who even got prioritised with our own crucial supplies
Having shameful ethnic cleansing on tv and in the news feels like we're all being abused
not just the babies who never got to see the world as a palace
living nightmares instead of dreams
whose last breath is a relief
with irony in the grief
And it's all been overseen by a modern cosa nostra
Anything below Tony Blair is laise faire

zeitgeist thinking is no solution to symbiotic evolution
and intellectual integrity
highly corrosive
is out cast to outskirts
Your Christopher Hitchens and Paddy Chayefsky's represent renegade victims
of an organism organically shedding its skin

It's pragmatic to have
Tv addicts
and
R E fanatics in
Secular traditions of an Egyptian, Aztec Persian Mongolian religion written by tribesmen in at least 832 bibles authors morphed into 66
and every day is genesis for the gentiles

city wide surveillance is terrestrial
Marketed as celestial
so that the pandemic of blackmail is naturally consequential
spawning hocus pocus clerics
and  sarcasm in pessimistic poets

Symbiosis is a homogenising of cells that integrate as they migrate
within a given border
in our case, the lotion of civilisation
 denominated by a
singular world order

Dear Unborn

 

The ultimate gift I give to me is you . And to you the treasure of life . Theres no equal; no pause , no guarantees and no antedote.

As sorry is as sorry does I have made no sacrifice

The issue is the predicament I've put you in
I've made of you a three dimensional organism with only one assurable  inevitability that is , by all means , awful
and with no definitive of the term ' best', you have to pursue yours with your very own sight,  as your tailoured everfresh carrot

You will have questions that will always become lessons
And from those lessons there will be tests and missions and you may find yourself looking for me
There's nothing wrong with truth

There is no surrogate . It's a tv. That's a politician on a socio scientifiic manipulation program altering your perceptions and that....that is just a lover

Within tribalism there will be virtue
As tainted as flavoured rain over a Hiroshima

You are the most valuable jewel that I own and cannot keep . Will covet more than sustinance knowing that little can destroy you more than my departure

I apologise because you will stumble on many rocks before seeking answers from Gods when you've  begrudgingly acknowledged that I am limited to flesh and blood

and here I am apologising too cause  for all that you're about to go through, though i can guide some, all your decisions are up to you. And so I nurture self

Son. If you have to be part of a group that dictates the execution of your impulses try the road less travelled. The Klans of men are often illusory and only your royalty will know true loyalty
and most of your enemies will be in places designated for friends

If you're near the culture of women advocating the inconsequence of men, step away from them and don't absorb a carcinogenic  bar of it

The penis is like a lead that binds you to a tree and sometimes you want to simply run free because freedom's bugle is always on the crest of horizons

Daughter
Don't waste energy
The animammals wil convince you to spend 90 percent of your life in a synthetic effort to project a fleeting image of fertility
If you live four score let the word whore live on your mouth just the once in being denounced for that is never ever the fruit of your worth
There is a wave that obliterates spirits in it's tsunami coming to collect you into it's by- products of advertising . And as every chromosome of plasmid organism is susceptible to stimulants our Achilles us the collosal insurmountable prize of what has to date most accurately been   
lamented as ' this thing called love '
Cloak well  in critical thinking

When you are old enough to bare guilt as an accessory to course
remember that you were loved eternally before you were even a child
and though sometimes all you wants is someone in your corner, that's ok

I wanna give you siblings as branches of the same tree though they might screw you like they never knew you but it's the second best bet for a true friendship
I'm one of the two complimentaries you get who will be there forever throughout whatever even  when we're gone and beyond the beyond

Be there for each other as core reflections because love drifts in cross migrating clouds of fair weather that smoke screens your eyes while you're looking for yourself

Love, bearing the cross of power carries an unregulated warning as so it should . You see, intimacy causes rashes that leave stains and money's a more controlable option

Survival is a demanding beast
Kantankerous, to say the least

Good luck

Pops

YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE A WEAR A SHORT SKIRT TO BE A STAR IN MY OFFICE

 

We've both seen how the computer that's non gendered
sing
when you've been outside
but you're entering

You make both men and women jealous
even when you dress as rough as guts
you're delicious

The photocopier sings when you're in the wings
the elavator dings a tune when it dings
A lifeless structure orchestrates
like it was announcing the king of france
and you stroll in in your day work clothes
pullover and track pants.

It must be like turning a night sky blue
No other office chick could do that shit like you do
the closest was snow white ,
but no mean feat.
she was a cartoon,
by definition
a cheat

While equipment goes off in leaps and bounds
you dig your heels in
& your humility dumbfounds
The tastiest ace who might choose to be called a novice
You don't have to  wear a short skirt to be a star in my office

A crucial secret asset
the foundation of  our success

The elixir of interior design
wherever you are, that's the middle
Swivle chairs swivle
Executives dribble
Their pitches turn to drivle
yet you don't even wiggle
what a natural
and a giggle
AND not even on the fiddle

a phenomenon
(she types THEN I dictate so i'm  rendered superflous)who needs an engineer when you are  here
internet experts don't have your skills
they should be envious

You tapped that glass for a wine top up
Beg ?! you didn't ASK
Most sec's wouldnt pass an interview
without showing some leg ,tit, or ass
I do them like  Bill Clinton
and make them perform on cigars
But you're entitled to profit share bonus, retainers , company cars


you  tenaciously enthused positive thinking
& filled a whining anti- establishmentian with joy
By printing (thereby establishing ) his poetry
You'd think he just 'had a boy'

I'm almost done
(this hour long text )
i ended up doing your lauderette
the board will accept whatever you say
and you can be assured a fine resume

You type, I'll o.k it
i'll make no bones
You're the undesputably penultimate
                          Ms Jones
                                x

Backstabbers

Ooh , your fangs bleed
poisonous whispers
piercing right and left of my neck
sapping blood flow
offsetting vertigo
and
this giddy heart slows
from warmth
to indifference on the brim of pity

Blessed fate that you shouldn't strike a single nerve
and are no match for my guardian angel that swats the contentious
as flies that feed on regurgitated shit

I'm a winner before I'm your dinner
conjuring, deciphering, philosophies to spinners
and liberating 'i'

I'm an oarsman
Sweeper for the keeper
my department ' art' liaising between the layers
I put songs into a word
exorcising anguish with this
and start without benchmark to seek sense from common sense
and a grip on slippery surfaces
like yours 

My resume
the crackling flame tearing from dying toxins gasping for oxygen
My skill
listening in smoke gliding through cracks of merely man made doors housing black smouldering deceit

As parallels I objectify and you cant wait to subjugate as though the road  of  curiosity is too steep a gradient
and even though the egos of each of your peers have stooped in their wilted star-ship
that sought to serve a bastard, I have grown with the stench of caustic spit re-generating in alcoholic jealousy in the darkest corner of your mouth

But you've all left prints on my cookie jar
Crumbs of emotive  poetry devastate the military stitching  of your fabric
and you really embrace the powdered truth
but insincerely about face when you ring-fence in the group

Innocence can't hide behind guilt so ugliness tries to disguise
and the air between us is as stodgy as bread dipped in untraceable plagues
Better you wrestle those demons that lay eggs
like dandruff nestled on your balding scalp the more you lay with dogs
You and your boys
euphemising tribal fascism
quarantined in Faustian contracts of inner circle membership
in a hideout from individuality
where thinking needs fraternity sanction
The most mind boggling aspect when all's said and done
is that there's no impulse
where the mind is connected to the tongue
sworn to the tradition of vindictiveness

Well
In the great screen of the astronomical scene Pegasus  resides where Jupiter rolls and three hundred and fifty billion galaxies nod to the god that added us after thoughts in micro-dots
so what have you lot got
beyond a perversion toward futility
You, the hard cash of stagnation
whose spouses bounce through brotherhood houses repeating the role that makes each mistress a mascot in the spirit of a totem pole
The pooled resource company moles; localised agents, loyal to their patents

Will you and your swarm
just make like a dust devil of mating flies and migrate
since integrity won't let me integrate