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 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 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..

Poem 68

london who memorys barbed with your name

each as sharp and a touch just to bleed

looking up the sun blinds with an echo

of those who just simple want to know

and just to breath now declared  in secret

classed  a crime for you and me

as for home just made of tears each

one cast in crystal for permanent display

the poet speaks but his words are  foreign

thoe there  image shines a ring of perfect circle

but when did you ever not touch so deep

and each sealed with a smile upon paper bleached

and to the white night sky where  no trees lives

but below life breath invisible until the cold shows

and they dare to say this is no heaven for you and me

yes my guitar weeps from the painting now complete

but at the horizon my hart beats with the sea between

never to kiss or hold  the side of your cheek

yet in stone your name i wrote and of its love to me

as self titled elite cast are child to flames they need to feed

and when asked to explain they turn and say this is how heaven made

now deaf to screaming pitch thats made them so rich