poem 155

You stand proud, indeed

we plough the earth on deed

in turn she enshroud 

our community's with all we need 

As long we fracture not 

all life blooms entwined

life a shrine to hold all divine

So we all grow strong

under that radiant sun

While rain clouds bless us

for these see all as free

and give upon that deed 

enterprise is not greed

but infact life guaranteed 

the rich upon there hymns

sing rupture of straight lines

to divide all in mind

and so the land divides 

Now in bound we bleed

Just to feed wealths need 

here is, no end to greed

 

Now they privatised

all your hart and minds

with those insidious lines

To pollute all that shines

this dark, hides their crimes

for they broke the deed

that all life is enwinted

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/books/non-fiction/english-theft-countryside-taken-public-using-profits-slavery/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cecil_Rhodes

Etc

Poem 24

its the fall that makes this hole

but it was told bold

that through the dust

you must thrust

to tell of hell that been

designed in minds

that never get to shine

so ring the bell

on their dark night spell

so ring the bell

on their dark night spell

and write your word

to be heard in rooms

that children fill

and in golden ghettos

so called lords leap

and in days that are yet

to play there keep

and we yet can

shape that tomorrow

and not to make a wake

of the time we have yet to take   

Poem 77

i was taught how to build communities

but never did they say

the cancer that stands in the way

for church who has franchised out

to Mi5* who makes sure you're never sure

to the law who judge the poor will never escape

to the banks who steal in the guise of greed

to the media who stand and claim your imagination

to the capitalist who consume all you do

to the preacher* who makes hate look so great

to the tory* party whose politics divine rules over you

to the royal family whose title creeds they own your sovereignty

to the newspapers who to tell you nothing new     

to the E.C.O. machine* who blinds are greatest minds

and the church when asked to explain

turns and says, this is how heaven made

now deaf to the screaming pitch

of their very own,  man* made, apocalypse.

tory = this is the definition of any right wing government

Mi5 = CIA or any spy group that is run by religious  men/woman

E.C.O. machine = Eton Cambridge Oxford machine of intellectual control & ownership

preacher = and rabbi, Imam.

men = and women

poem 76

she to the sun runs
where no shadow plays
upon guitar just tamed
and there they say angels made
but i just call her gypsy eyes
whose smile, seen me before

late to the night she sings her song
while i lay in sheets i wrote poetry on
and as i made her  come
she  to a wink says
"see, i never even missed a beat"

then i realize my room
with no pictures on the floor
and me just walked from dreams
i had before, now i must stand tall
or fall to madness
i've seen done so many times before

she to the sun runs
where no shadow plays
upon guitar just tamed
and there my words spell
you are not alone
and in my poems  made
i hope you always find a home

Poem 14

Your words so
touching they hurt

Far beyond Brighton pier
i held you in circles perfect

Each time its just me
or maybe the night
where like wolves
we change to a full moon

I consume you then
ask you what you think
as we sink to candle
lit bath

Where i declare your
flesh and bone
bound and fit


And with poetry
on still wet lips
i traced your dna
into essays
i titled

you are the beginning of myths..