THE COUPLE

They were bound by the children

When one spoke

the other wouldn't listen

They were punch-bags for their dark sides

Pent up animosity they nurtured like step children

and so they communicated

He breathed fire

She hissed scorn

Where ground was not gained

no love was lost

since their first born

Each gnawing the other's tail

He grew fat

she pale

No more the spring chickens

that roared with sexual passions

in shadows

under trees

in toilets

in cafes

where a hand slid onto a tingling crutch

set the tone of touch

Those fiery lovers don't exist;

as such

Still

They were bond by the children

who know their embrace

An outlet for their affections

given time and space

Where tenderness tingles

and touch matures

and smiles deeply blossom

where scorn needs a cure

But kids are for life

they had no idea back then

that they would drift towards opposing worlds

One of women

One of men

Which

when the children tired them

which was happening more and more

would raise their heads like Medusa dreads

and they'd passionately roar

For once, they were bound by a transient belief

a superficial ceremony

nod from a priest

wherever together

for better/worse

they feel at home

bound by the children

who now are duely bound

by children of their own

Oh blessed assurety

for they had this thing

where cocooned in an acceptance of doom

they behaver like boxers in a ring

where rules and civiliarity made recreation of their demise

Their handwaving and exhilaration

supplied their age group's excercise

See they were bound by guilt

within that matrimonial jail

of how they felt as animals

behind the common veil

His blazer

her dress

the smiles they worked for friends

Though anyone who saw them once

would recognise the trend

roaring

intense

passionate

unsaid

Without sticks and stones they persevered to make words hit that hard

Now bound in lust of love and hate

with spawn as playing cards

Essential Ashley

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 

Factually

The voting register categorised me as alpha to labour with visitations of free thinking on the label
My family live in the towers of babel
It's foundations have been unstable for a long time so mine is to vote simultaneously
 make note of every think tank quote and step into the shallow end where there are no rules. There's a gene pool and a blunt end that has no friends
and that's where disbelievers like me look for a saviour
cause if we've ever needed a favour
even though the madness of perverted Christians once castigated me in self flagellation to gain submission and I saw the real light that some of you switched off leaving the third eye to man made heavens
Maybe we are taught virtue and sensitivity by those who have none
to narrow the competition in the race to find life forms on mars
whilst we're too young to change and too old to die
and adding everybody together makes nobody
Nobody says what everybody means
so no-one is anyone until someone screams
making us second fiddle to somebody's  schemes
and someone's always trying to leave
so it's wise to try being the one to believe in if you need leading or want to have fun with it like an American movie with a gun in it where
the hero complex trickles down radio waves
covered in drunken spurts of adverts patronising homosapians
and not one can you trust

So when i'm looking at it all from the window of the night bus, I feel like I might just out of spite
rip off the roof  like an absess tooth rots and just has to be gone
and its hard to preserve your very last nerve
cause your mind is like a bladder bursting
and the first thing you wanna do is the worst thing
since there is no high like truth and you know that for the most part they're all prats and pricks placed in a manifest matrix
with no way out of it
even if you anchored a concept in the pretext
like 16x16=256
the Cabala of my Taurus
with a relapsed rhythm of reliving my upbringing saving me from falling in
and drowning in labour class misery
or crashing into a bosom of peers with stolen ears
and clogged up eyes oozing to a  melody of pick n mix songs of a need to belong
to a creation or a pound shop generation
where  nobody talks to you cause you're not famous.
and each individual is blameless and nothing really changes
 even if you flp the dread on its head and stigmatise the bigger guys
whose spoken words breath the life of deth into gunpowder and gold
yet are still incapable of extracting Excalibur
Their media feeding you advocates that there are no flies
on an entire civilisation
cultivated on lies
and the science of rotating, low vibrating violence
as if we were just category C tenants in 20 story tower blocks with  neuro- impulses re-deployed by vertigo
when we are the energy waves, morphed into liquids susceptible to endorphins
and identities are soluble entities drained out of and trained into you
as subtly as you grow from innocence to in the know
and maybe it matters that
one day somebody will say that
you
lost
loads
at the cross roads
where the birch tree
sensing an opening
patented july's baddest Afro
its roots in the narrative that the blue pill leads to a vortex so intense that tissue can be disconnected from consciousness
I'd like you to want this and nouveau needs no vote
it gets by without hope

I remember you

I don't even know if it's appropriate to say I love you
I know that i am intoxicated with the festival of you
in its hovering yesterdays
and sunsets where I lay on the lazy  hillside of your skin
with the bass of your heart beating under my ear
carrying me on its hull
relaxing my eyes, curling my lips and us vanishing peacefully
Then after the darkness passed our dancing silhouettes always touched the dawn
fingertips, wrists, elbows, shoulders , bodies
But this one time there was a cold in the darkness ahead and uneventfully I woke up ded
and now living is dying with a mask on it

because somehow  I was abandoned in our dream
Not for a second with chocolate and music but this time for lifetimes
and I wander, wondering why you've gone
If you can't find your way back
or if the tear  I intrusted onto the palm of your left hand is drowning in the lifeline
far from it's  ocean
so I was writing your name on my dog tag in a bottle because i don’t know where it's going
and the pen started rowing
knowing that our souls  had shared heartbeats
as though my body was a tree and you were the crimson breeze blushing my leaves
and when they raced in autumns its because every part of me wants to go to you
and make fractal patterns of our dancing atoms with your every tone and incantation rising and falling inside of mine like waves under red moons
so I want you back more than a return ticket to youth
My skies are screaming and clouds are erratic because they can't find you but I know you're there but just beyond.
I see you through windows I never knew existed
In the words in a picture
and the chuckle of the earth before a harvest
Your laughter calls me to every double rainbow
and I hear you in silent hums at the doorstep

and I'm not sure wether it's appropriate to say  I need you
but you said that you would never leave me
And I believe you
It's not so much remembering as I couldn't forget
Why would I
Why would you rest your head without a pillow
or carve the letters I etched on a tree
onto a gravestone and be alone

I need you in tomorrow's sunrise
but if tomorrow never comes then suffering  has no shelf life
because now lasts forever
the future is here and you're not but
but my final exhale had your name in it before you had me at hello
and it'll continue into my birth scream so when they ask me what I want to  be when I grow up I can honestly say ' your other half ' and show children that there's more reward in standing in tescos with you discussing rich tea or digestive than running the world or being a famous physician
so I will come to you
out of this red mist
that I didn't see coming
and I don't know where I'm going
and I hear the whispers of he's got issues but I just miss you more than I have tissues for this mess of loneliness I'm drenched in since you never said goodbye but left
and I began to stir waters too murky to show your reflection on the surface

I will come to you
in the dark tempest
hurling debris the four corners of our circle
and I don't know if its enough to say it's  about love
Losing you my hand lost it's
glove
and scratching at the past leaves needles under my fingernails
and now my hands won't stop pouring the blood of the memories that I keep involuntarily trying to murder

but I miss watching you breath. That it made me high and never so grounded as to question why that was more soothing than hollywood matinee symphonies
or why if you were on tv I would become an addict
freeze frame stills
comfort eat
and refuse to see a medic without my screen
It wouldn't be so tragic since
I choose to die looking at you anyway

State of play today

  

Bible slandered

Wanting

Not wanted

Squandered

Overruled through ridicule 

Tools forged in schools

With indoctrinations of lies as education 

Lied to

Lied about

 pseudo scientific lies

Historic lies

Geographic lies

Religious lies

The hunter tells the story

not the lion

The brown skinned boy , referenced black man

demonised in demon's eyes

Degraded 

emasculated

Terrorised

Sodomised 

bastardised , still we rise

muddied 

Bloodied 

to bloody hell

bloody well studied well

Played raw

Paid for and

made into poor black folk

Nice black guys chuckle along at black jokes

Displaced

living the malaise

of trance

Past is prose, 

our present unprecedented 

Disbanded and rebranded 

Disengaged

behind endless smokescreens of misrepresentation justifying condemnation 

Sisters try defecting

to cancer infecting assimilating

imitating

weaves and false tresses

perpetuate white boys mistresses

stimulating self hate day to day to second nature

but all you have to pray to is a

Caucasian Jesus, 12 disciples , moses , god and side-lined mother 

now if they came from Africa then even I would laugh at ya

Culling you

while you

tell you

it's not me

It's you purging you

and there's more pleasures than sandstone

so elders witness grandsons thrown away in anthems

Yep, they do it like a brother

They do it like a dude

They do it like dis-embowelled warriors in an abstract war

Seasoned with silence of suffered women 

Cool black guys laugh at a harmless bit of ribbing. 

They don't have a chip on their shoulder. 

Hang ups

issues

misguided isms

Free from deserts

desert dogs

warlords

nomads

infant mortality

screams of the sleepless

Alright black guys are with it

They got lyrics

They talk in rap like

spoof zealots

parodies of westerns 

it's so entertaining 

When Tarantino glove puppets

and MTV minstrels 

play pied piper

for lick shot young  shotters  

with big man shooters 

from any military base

passed past noses of military brass

without a tributary of a trace , registration or investigation 

and blind

blind sided

uninformed 

misguided

ill fated entrepreneurs of  government provided coke and anybody else's weed

Seeking icons among victims. Escape routes among detainees. Answers from the asking. Reacting 

and reacting to the actions of reactions 

Acting

Packed in

Aggravated

Impacting

Pop full stops on the story of living with a pride of snipers

off loading surplus grievance to the mind's mirror

Well adjusted black guys have a giggle with the boys cause it's only a bubble and a titillated audience raise a glass and a subsidised chuckle since according to the stats

more white boys are arrested for  street and drug related violence than blacks

Polluted with  intense  inter-competition 

so disfranchised that its all consuming 

Tormenting

Revolving

Stopped ! and searched

singled out to make

contrasting fates

Them's the breaks

Friendly black guys laugh at all friendly black jokes made by his new mates

The best you'll get for a sense of entitlement

Nigarised with collusion cause some recognition's better than nothing

Devalued as sub human. Neanderthal primitive 

So trivialised everybody got a nationality but you nerve wracked emasculated warriors evaded by battle

Abandoned

Subject to degradation, 

humiliation

Disjointed

Untested

stunted ;

Deflated

Inflicted

Implicated

Violated

Cheated

Mis-treated

Patronised 

Marginalised 

Disfranchised 

Automatically criminalised

detained

Desensitised

Scapegoated

Played for votes

Conscripted

Depicted

Inflicted with distrust

Socially cautious

Mentally nauseous 

Nice black guys laugh at black jokes 

 he's just like us

Relentlessly subjugated

Bypassed

Typecast

Speculated as

sociopathically opportunistic ; enthusiastic. Will make a song about it denigrating sisters

Those Gesticulating

Gang bating 

brother hating

Reaching for the skin bleaching 

Over sexualised

Barely recognised  

Seeking status

in other races

manipulated

Conditionally integrated

This is under stated

Mothers coasting

Motherland hosting 

outscourced conflicts 

Natives burn the soil of her to vacate districts for western industrialists

still the empire's willing bitch

Hosting laboratory made HIV and AIDS

depopulating the trustees

hosting flies that suck from  eyes of kids who could've been me except

Africans don't mate 

diasporic 

don't mate africans 

We dis-associate

Disrespect

Don't re-invest

Add to the mess 

No togetherness makes us powerless

and penniless  hence underrepresented in business and congress

Tethered to a history of

Arab then Muslim enslavement

Then Jews abused

for industrialism's fuse 

Now in the light of

European nazism 

American ill-treatment 

U.k subjugation

Australian rejection

Asian de-humanisation 

pleasant , forward thinking black guys laugh at flippant black jokes

Africa sinks into the pockets of who hasn't had a piece yet

everybody stares at , shrugs shoulders and sniggers in passing at 

the future underclass 

whilst we are consequently dying

COLONIST

Ubiquitously

Suffocating

Hell driven 

Parasitical

Progress obsessed

Money praising 

greedy

Low vibrating 

Pontificating

Depreciating

Veil wearing

Culture bastardising

Love lacking

Fair fight fearing

Bland till overbearing

Lucifer endearing

Cloak and dagger mannequin

AAAARRRRGGGGHH !!!!!

Alphabetically

arrogant

Barbaric

Counter intuitive

Disconnected

Elitist

fortressed

Greeeedy

Hypocritical

Irresponsible 

jingoistic 

Kaniving

lecherous 

malicious

negligent

Opulent

Perverted

Quintessential 

Ruthless

Sodomising 

Two-faced

underhand 

vindictive

white

Xenophobic 

yellow bellied

Zit

Fleeting

You're supposed to get the impression that.....

in England you should be happy with your lot 

Cause in europe you could get shot by some dick with a kalishnikov 

get blown up in Northern ireland in a chip shop 

or in Israel at a bus stop  

by some maniac strapped in semtex and a wrist-watch 

programmed in a rush to meet his god 

In the middle east

you might be executed by police

or the army

if no-one's hit and killed them

and the next day streets swarm with swaths of vociferous men in synchronicity of contemporary dancers

No longer asking appropriate questions but appropriating answers

It's them against the top men who made their friends the U. N and lay on a mattress of currencies fertilised with blood , lined with grief and embroidered with the thread of militia

They did not recruit sadists by nature, but in the politics of pragmatism before principle ,it's the barbarity of  deputised nutters, that precisely butters the bread for the kind of men who'd manage mankind ;

Who smoke screen our  immeasurable potential  with the cowardly stimulus of secularism 

by proxy  of creed

Some-one's being killed right now cause they're black or white or they have an insignificant variation on god  

or because of they're job 

and every other day somewhere a woman's getting murdered because she has the audacity to fancy a guy from another sect. Maybe daddykins'll slit her neck

and yet we take such pride in being the species with the greatest intellect

 when many a kid gets knifed in his chest cause of the last three digits of his address

You know, in Morocco if you're raped they'll call  you  slut 

and 

you live in shame 

but if the rapist let's you marry him it'll restore your family's name

So, though slitting the stomach of a pregnant women as a display then stomping on the unborn foetus is  unmentionable in the history of commonwealth slavery, today babies are fried alive in Syria

and being bound in an automobile tyre filed with petrol then set alight is given the charming title of necklace in Mogadishu 

 If you're female this might include shards of glass shoved into the vagina for vindictive measure

Rohingyan Burmese refugees are shot at and turned back into the Naaf estuary by   Bangladeshi authorities as they flee from such atrocities such as living babies impaled on upturned swords by Buddhists , defined by their devotion to godness

So they never pass the sliding door of an Indian shore but maybe the border's helicopters bombs will save them being burned alive if they made it home. 

Though if they miss the west will soon sell drones 

soon to be operative from western kid's smartphones

as the rise of the machine is on the horizon , expanding it's slot 

indicating there's more to some of those futuristic movies with autonomous robots

Our evolution seems to be fermenting

as humanity is starting to rot

I mean

When America dropped the first atom bomb on Japan victims were random

and that was an uncalled for show of bravado to the soviet union

But then 30 years later to drop a worst one on Vietnam and not give a damn

If it follows that if the first time they never meant it well by the second they must have been be demented

The chain of generational deformities is unprecedented

But so is this

Late 2012 and a young boy swings a sword too big for him to handle to try to behead, 

the shackled captive of guerrillas spurning him on , but  the man ain't ded

chop after chop 

So one holds the beard while the kid hacks at the neck with a knife till the head comes off and he holds it aloft

and the men who shunted his youth out of him chant with the incense of mislead value ,god is great

Well excuse me for losing my flow

but thats not fucking great

Heaven knows how we've spiralled when the video went viral

In Tanzania. They will surprise an albino child at dinner and cut his fingers off to  crush the bones cause a witch doctor named Jesus says it'll bring you , not him or the victim; riches
And in some proximity
inter tribal rivalry has shown men
Sever the limbs of opposing villager's children
So that they won't ever hold a Russian AK47 

Homeless children in Brazil are still target practice for police squads

called  extrajudicial deth squads culling the orphan vermin for urban communities

and that's their daily reality

A small proportion

become a profitable bonus 

of organ donors 

exports

But from London to the near east to south east Asia to the middle east a mother will take her few weeks to fifteen year old daughter to what she'll call a party where six women will be waiting for a batch of few weeks to fifteen year old daughters to hold them down one by one while they cut off her clitoris with a scissors in the name of tradition . 

The scar to be ripped open years later during marriage consummation

For extra change they'll use a fresh razor 

Yes , in London

where the copper that kills you wont make it to court

cause it's all nepotism and injustice is bought

So this poem is a candle I light 

because I'll never forget the image of that Chinese man making a stand with grocery bags in his hands 

facing tanks in Tianaman Square and didn't even flinch with fear

so consequently disappeared

because a fleeting brushes the pages of  fate

and nothing steers more caution than knowing you're close to a portion on the grim reaper's plate 

so every second, the quick ones and the very very long ones,  contain a droplet of prayer even though I don't believe in God

but I am so afraid , 

so astonished 

so disappointed and so ashamed

and the words that overload my gritted jaw are not for ears to hear

because what's more remarkable than mans consistent inhumanity  in light of experience is his hell driven perversity in spite of knowledge

Music.....Winchester lady by bob James 

Moments in love