WARNING: may contain errors and typos        

”Who Am I?” always changes

”Who I Am” forever, eternal

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Critic’s Comment

Here we have a dreadful piece of writing.

Quite apart from breaking every “ist” and “ism” in The Book Of Political Correctness, it’s scan and meter is all to pot.

Clearly written by someone with poor literary ability and insufficient education who struggles to bluff and mislead through the over-use of archaic and little known words.

Nevertheless, it may contain the occasional provocation.

Best printed on toilet paper.

An “opinion” may be defined as a temporary hypothesis

It may be changed, dismissed or reversed at any time

Accepted beliefs are compiled over generations

from a never-ending conflict of ideas

with an occasional input of insight

A statement may illustrate

an opponent’s view

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Author’s Advisory Note

For gentle souls who seek beauty and light

Beyond midway, you’ll get more than a fright

If your skin is thick and your heart is bold

Read on, explore, but you have been told

Is it really that bad, is a warning mere hype?

I honestly don’t know, it depends on your type

Some may argue it is not robust enough

It’s my duty, either way, to point out, it gets rough.

(Should you read to the end and regard it a bore

Take note, in the Appendix, there’s an awful lot more.)

“Everybody is wrong about everything”      

“Nobody knows anything, not really.”      

- Ntumu* wisdom      

“If I am right, I've no need to be angry...  

if I am wrong, I've no right to be angry” 

- Woman's Own Magazine circa 1970  

(try explaining that to a war-terror-divorce survivor)  

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The Fool need not forgive for he holds no grudge.  

"Adamant Pronouncement" a guess, hypothesis, merest speculation?

Had he won not lost, Paradise, in place of consternation.

The 'True Self' is, "SUCCESS".  

S t r i k e   T h e   S t r o n g

Words, intended to strike the strong,

Injure the weak, and are probably wrong

Before you decide to pick a fight

Assess your case, make sure you are right

Should it transpire you made a mistake

They will hit you back, until you break

Perhaps, instead, you should take a long look

See the funny side, and write a little book.

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Invent a scapegoat all of us can blame

Transform your bitterness into a game

The world, out there, is worse than you think

Amplify comedy, let misery sink

Only a few are as happy as larks

Most feel rejected and cheated by sharks

Doom & gloom, desire and fear

Conurbations drown in debt, filth and beer.

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Nothing I say can stick a spanner in your wheel

For you are “manufactured” out of “concrete” and “steel”

You are, “Sublime”, with invincible self-confidence

I quake and stammer beneath inescapable diffidence

Pope, president, boss or humble servant

Our jibes you dismiss as harmless, or irrelevant

Amidst castigation, vilification, ridicule and rumour

You shine, benign, with your smiling demeanour.

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When you err, ’tis human, an, “Act Of Fate”

I am the criminal you love to hate

You are, “The Holy,” you rise ever higher

I am the demon assigned to Hellfire.

No, no, no,

My error is human (and I blame it on “them”)

You are the reprobate* we accuse and condemn

Our truth is pure, the most perfect weapon

(And we’ll use it against you, to menace and threaten).

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Establishments record us word, friend and deed

Publishing our failings for everyone to read

Humans are gems caught up in the mire

Old mud sticks while fake smoke needs no fire

People are more sensitive than we may have thought

Quelling over reaction is what we really should be taught

Beneath the mistakes and aberrant behaviour

See the individual, that is our saviour.

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Deep in dungeons of torturous pain

Heartache and grief drive innocents insane

Silently screaming as they lurch between traps

Their tormentors jeer as they squabble for scraps

Alone in a crowd where no one understands

Hounded by creditors and council tax demands

Invisible solitude, discreet destitution

“Sin City” makes prison a most welcome institution.

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Somewhere, out there, is a beautiful place

Where people live happily, with elegance and grace

Crimes are handled with forbearance and compassion

Disputes are settled to everyone’s satisfaction

Poor and rich share with each other

Strangers and colleagues are like a sister or brother

Through music and drama the sleighted make amends

When the day draws to a close, sworn enemies are friends.

  If everything is a consequence where do we find the start?  

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Sweetly describe your vision for society

Not everyone knows the meaning of propriety

Admonish politely for they simply do not know

Instead of ranting, demonstrate and show

Vice is endemic, it’s the human condition

Look what happened under Prohibition

Humour, Allegory, Tact and Elevation

Make ’em laugh and see cause for celebration.

The End

-*-                         or maybe I’ll just add one more verse.   

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Na-h, unleash the rage, the pent-up fury

Blast the enemy into a pureée

Fight your cause, don’t whine and nag

Show your colours, fly your flag

Struggle and strive with every breath

Vanquish the enemy

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Wouldn't you like to know

Who is the foe?

Isn't it annoying

When the verse you (might be) enjoying

Ends?

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Vanquish the adversary: Old Age (and, Death)

Courage, trickery and circumnavigation

Escape, fully conscious, to a higher creation.

That’s the End, but it doesn’t work, an explanation is needed.    

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Our sun, Mother Earth and celestial bodies are alive

Conscious beings who enjoy the highest way to survive

Protons below and galaxies above

Layer upon layer of awareness (and love)

A terrible catastrophe long, long ago

Robbed us of the knowledge of how we must grow:

Impeccability, recapitulation, wise use of energy

“Star seeds awake, heaven is our destiny.”

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Radiance and receptivity are the nature of the universe

Actions, words and thoughts bestow a blessing, or a curse

Reality is like soft putty moulded in our warm hands

Wrong-Right choices resonate not only close by but also in distant lands

Heed the higher hint, discover who you truly are

Find your Right Place, glitter and shimmer, You Are A Star

“All things are possible” the great teachers recite

Yet how many imaginations do their fervent lessons ignite?

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Strike the strong message with boldness and vigour

Look, listen, convince yourself, make the images bigger

It’s in the here & now that the new path begins

(There’s a very good reason for eradicating sins)

Confound your enemies, let them think you “quaint”

Pretend you’re The Devil (but live like a saint)

Play, “The Luck Of The Fool”, withhold the knowledge opinions you posses

Choose strong words of intent, strike out for success.

A good ending. Whew.

Well, actually, it’s the 'Midpoint'.

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Oh how I love my stupors and drunken riots

Humiliating truth is for “Straights” and The Born Again Pious

“Be Good Or Else” Political Correctness dictates

All that does is wind us up and drive us to Altered States

Shattered hopes and broken hearts render us easily led

Snorting, inhaling, injecting, and romps in many a bed

Smashed out my skull I sit, a grinning, bloodshot monstrosity

The merriments of the brothel win against the misery of a monastery.

There, done.    

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Passion, promise, loyalty, lust

Entanglement, commitment, dependence, trust

New, unconditional? Old fashioned traditional?

A sophisticated veneer conceals the irrational

“Rose Tinted Spectacles” then the world-view goes 'Bang!'

Men turned to toads* and Yin becomes Yang

A kind word from *\HER/* and I’d go interstellar

Dashed expectations cast me ranting in a cellar.

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Agonised, I hide in persecuted misfortune

Behind me a trail of anger-warped distortion

The more I indulge in self pity over “Little Me”

The harder I “strike back”, the more terrible my tyranny

Wickedness and evil that I intelligently spy

Mirrors of traits of the one I call, “I”?

The shocking truth I skilfully evade

I’m a sewerage of lies, entirely self-made.

“Hello, I am a lunatic, can you give me a job please?”

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“Change the way you think and you’ll feel like you’ve travelled to Mars

Does your idea of a prince swear and get drunk in bars?

Life is not about riches or happiness but purpose with value and meaning

Can imitation, addiction & illusion be replaced by gentle revealing?

Think, speak and breathe: Respect, Youth and Dignity

Greet each being you meet as a goddess, a pharaoh or a deity

Reverse self condemnation, drop cynicism and blame

Inspire companions with charm, accept your woes as part of The Game.”

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I ricochet in the grooves of reality’s reflections like the stylus in vinyl’s Hi Fi

The normality of today is more weird and refracted than history’s most far-fetched Sci Fi

“Be untouched by the world” is all very well but a phrase can cut like a sword

The puzzling perplexities in the Riddle of Life plague equally pauper and lord

All things may be possible but don’t just jump from a height

It took a great deal of determination to provide mankind with flight

The ego’s battle for personal trophies undermines the greater good

“Paradise City” we’d long ago have built if only we’d known that we could.

Three times longer than the original text
these lines are finally concluded

The words below do not exist,
consider them excluded

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Through the hills the people did venture aboard The Transcendent Train

Tunnels, funnels, valleys and peaks, the engine shouldered the strain

Ticket To Forever, eternal youth, passenger bonhomie euphoria

The Devil appeared, softly spoken, a chill followed sharp by hysteria

Fiendish chortle, “the fools are mortal, their journey ends with SMACK!”

Faster, faster the rattling wheels barely a-grip the old track

“We're going to die!” “Inescapable death” crime and cruelty spread.

Fear, terror, panic stricken, turn on each other in dread.

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If we would believe there’s an alternative to death, new life on a higher plane

Dynamic Harmony would mould our decisions to ensure we never cause pain

The fragile fibres of our earthly heaven are too easily broken up

Strength, wit and silence it takes to drink from amazement’s cup

The Great Creator is half the size of nothing and travels at infinity times two

It’s conscious presence lives in every atom and speaks equally both to me and to you

To become The World’s Greatest Celebrity look out for this audience of One

Were the Origin Of All to give me a round of applause I would know I truly have won.

(better than a whack)        

Add a final last verse that encompasses old fashioned romance?

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Romantic love sparkles in the air and gives meaning to the life of the child

A glance exchanged, a passing touch, the young heart dances wild

At night, alone, the solitary world fills with turmoil and hope

Adventure, achievement, shared exploration, in fantasy, both elope

Warm letters, a visit arranged, excited anticipation grows

Shy conversation, a canopy of awe, an imagined future glows

Tentativity, daring; agreement, understanding, smiling face to face

Cosily snuggled, silently entwined, united in a tingling embrace.

* The End At Last *
Tra La La
(er, well, not yet)

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here’s one written earlier    

Musical chatter, innocent banter, her delicacy, sparkle and guile

Curve of her arm, tip of her eyebrow, her fleeting, flirty smile

Elegant moves, happiness laughter, crystal-like gaiety showers

Gardens and trees, squirrels and bees, girls, debutantes and flowers

Riverside rocks, a nook to undress, warm waters soothe and invite

Run to the top, spring with a grin, fresh summer swim’s a delight

Her beauteous form arcs through the air as she dives amidst birdsong serenade

Graceful flow of patterned garments, sunbeams glint as she reclines in the shade.

Betch-ya cannae dae annurrerun o’ ’em.

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Wind tossed hair like oil-painting flames compliment the swish of her dress

Her glistening eyes, her quirky lips, soft skin invites a caress

Profile bold, skylark voice, elegance conveyed in her gestures

Enter a room, stroll the promenade, her presence makes kings out of jesters

“What does she do?” “What does she think?” Who cares, I’m in the presence of a Star

“I’ll write her a song” “I’ll sculpt her form” “I’ll build her an amphibious flying car”

Death of the Lad, sacrifice The Me, plunge, blind faith’d, the Unknown

I’ll be with her forever, fused merged and loyal, discard once and for all, the 'alone'.

That’s nae tae bad.

Try anither yin...

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A late addition extra:

Fleeting meetings

Into my eye her sparkling gaze, my stomach a knot, in my chest a flutter

Silent exchange, nothing spoken, I cannot speak I know I should stutter

A shower of memories, brief encounters, moments of warmth, excitement, persona

Like a mohair shawl, a fluffy cardigan, her allure, demure, soft skin aroma

For *\HER/* I build a castle of light, for ~*hEr*~ a suite of remarkable rooms

For Her I dream up meadows and mountains, for heR a wardrobe from a hundred looms

For hER I conquer with inspiration and courage, for H-her-R an empire, a new world will appear

For (her) I enscribe great tales of heroes, for (her!) I whisper sweet verse to endear

Take it a level higher?

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“You are my world”, colouration, motivation, unknowingly, you cast out my doubt

“The woman makes the man” is half the truth, without her endorsement, I’m Nowt

On wings of inspiration I soar to the sun, I bask in the brilliance of her essence

Digging or drawing, building or repairing, I revel in the realms of her luminescence

Pirouettes, handstands, cartwheels and acrobatics upon the “Beachball” I dance

'Cross lakes and ponds, rivers and oceans I’m carried in raptur’d trance*

Ambitious objective, a mighty task, with *\HER/* as my muse, I glide

Problems, obstacles, sabotage and hostility, like toys, brushed easily aside.

(Her every wish is for him a command)

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How’s this:

Pedestal inlaid with diamonds and gold, up she is raised to a height

The Winds of Heaven carry her soul, firebirds shimmer in her light

Once upon a time a princess in a prison, released, she flies free like a dove

The oldest of clichés? Miracles still happen, the impossible made easy by love

Bedrooms and cradles, cellars and attics, wellies, memorabilia and junk

Schoolbooks and gadgets, bicycles and flutes, children slept three to a bunk*

Her world is a jewel, her heart sings happiness, when she greets she shares the “Dee-vine”

Rogues and rascals shed the foul, lost charms resurrect from the 'bovine'.

Aye, that might dae an’ a’.

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Through spiritual union new people arrive, in excitement they look ahead

Gusto, enjoyment, confidence, compassion, with trepidation new paths they tread

Not 'hungry mouths' nor 'little brats' but champions, heroes, succeeders

Out into the world the dynasty grows, expressive, enriching young leaders

Secret places dot the Earth, egress to The Realm Above

Behind a bush, the unvisited ravine, or a door in an ally (to shove)

Let offspring flourish, nurture and nourish, may they each discover The Escape

“Property”, “contraptions, gizmos and belongings”, by what force can we our values reshape?

Well, six oot o’ ten but ah get yer drift.

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Wrapping up:

A kindly smile, share a quick joke, at check-out, chip shop or bus queue

Ageless conviviality, secret morality, “rough diamonds” who practice raw virtue

Wisdom earned through loss, guilt and error may ride on a smouldering rage

A cheerful bampot who entertains and brightens is worth more than a sour old sage

If happy little “Bimbos” and innocuous “Air Heads” make too few mistakes to become wise

They deserve our respect, we should heed their deeds, therein the simple answer lies

Insightful lyrics from the teenage pen become threads in the fabric of our culture*

Derided as “Hoodies”, used as cannon fodder, their bones to be gnawed by a vulture.

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ye dinnae ken* when tae stop

My “Christ” is a lady who spoke less than she smiled, in her eyes a radiant star

Encounters brief, convivial stories, her presence felt still through time afar

Unassuming “Old Ladies” make more of a difference than costly, glamorous technology

Angel meditations, crystal healing, shared knowledge of herbs (and many an “ology”)

Cliff face race, bare foot and hand, swiftly she attains a giddy height

Underwater caves with relay air tanks, the girls venture in, far out of sight

Burning lens of Media’s Eye hunts “truffles” of bluster and arrogance-noise

Ordinary people get on with their lives, quiet and gentle, a soft tone (and poise)

 <<<oOXOo>>>   THE END   <<<oOXOo>>>  

* YOU ARE THE BEST * YOU ARE THE GREATEST *

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REMOVED:

I reach into the twinkling night sky and pluck the brightest star

With a flick of my heart I send it as a card to my long lost love afar

I’m a spirit inside a mind inside a body riding on the ship of my will

Transient and eternal fastened together on holiday in earth’s fine vill*

Decisions are firm, acquiescent, contrariant, supine, appropriate or not *

We’re wrapped, strapped, locked, trapped, tied up in an undisentanglable knot

“A life well spent is rare” they say, each day is gone too soon

‘Tis but a few are lucky enough to transcend our somnambulant cocoon.

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Surf the cosmic love with vibrant, shimmering energy

Fill your life to the brim with healthy deeds and activity

The key to personal freedom is dispassionate self observation

See yourself as a stranger (you’ll experience a separation)

Be still and let ancient wisdom cleanse your tumultuous thunder

Shine your spirit with cheer, praise gladly with gusto and wonder

Enlightened joy is nigh, where your truth meets inmost sincerity

Seize the immediate moment and enter the bliss of eternity.

“There Is Only Something To See” * (Repeat)

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When the Wand of Silence parts vituperative* vehemence everything around us shifts

Let penetrating mind enter absolute stillness, see nature’s unimaginable gifts

Fleeting interconnections weave intricate patterns like the currents in a racing river

What we can conceive we are able to receive, love, longevity, and youthful vigour

Magic, sorcery, transformation, astral travel and dreaming doubles

Limitless reality tantalisingly close, as elusive as floating, slippery bubbles

Steadfast strength through calm self discipline protects from the ravages of wrongs

With thief’s cunning and spy’s ingenuity, slip unnoticed betwixt vaniloquent* throngs.

Okay smarty-pants, what about “Black Dog”?  

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Silence, envisage, see sparkle stars creep, flood-fill feet, ankles and thighs

Hips and abdomen the star-streams rush, blossom shimmer lights, energies rise

Galaxies swirl through shoulders a-cascade, neck a torrent of supanova beams

Cosmic glitters fill muscles and veins, consciousness soars, Heaven's Will gleams

White Sphere surrounds, immersed, connected, enlightened heart-mind intuition knows

Crown above, radiant centre, life force numen* resonates head to toes

Pineal* gland shines, kundalini* petals, vibrant bright torrent, Black Dog out-cast

Return, centred, the world renewed, lost dreams fulfilled, greatest hopes, surpassed.

Bit clunky but it could do.*  

3,000 words 

*  ENDE - FINITO - BASTA - STOP HERE - THE END *

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Verse-Re WardsBack (the old ones are the best)

CROSS EYED DADDY LONG-LEGS

too it saw he man, blind the Ask

true are lies my doubt you if But

fable my of facts the to witness only The

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drowned promptly and ditch dry a in Landed

sound a making without wall a through crashed He

thigh his in lawman the kicked And  

by walking came man legless A

boys dead two those arrest to came And

noise the heard policeman deaf A 

“Hooray!” shout to went man dumb A

play fair watch to came man blind A

other each shot and swords their Drew

other each faced they back to Back

fight to up got boys dead Two

night the of middle the in day bright One

know really don’t I story a you tell I’ll

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spit to sure is gallery the in man The

sit you wherever difference no makes It

floor the on stand and chair own your Bring

door the at pay free is Admission

you undress to not you address to here I’m

you behind sit I as you before stand I

bees asleep-fast and longlegs daddy eyed-Cross

fleas and horses gentlemen and Ladies

* Backwards Verse Re-Written *

THE MUTE CHOIR-GIRL’S SONG

The unheard of speaker we call 'Celebrity'

Addressed the cupboard with utmost solemnity

Packed with a crowd of one lonely soul

His oratory resonated as he stepped into his role.

“Armadillos and earwigs, hedgehogs and frogs

Long necked caterpillars and fat snoring hogs

Behind you I sit as I stand out in front

I’m here to impress you with incomprehensible grunt

Bring your own chair and kneel on the floor

Admission is free, pay cash at the door

Wherever you squat it doesn’t really matter

You’ll be sprayed by spit from our Gallery Nutter

My 'McGonagall' is done but before you leave

I’ll relate a true story only idiots believe.

“One black night in the middle of the day

Two dead babes leapt up to play

Bottom to bottom they boobed each other

Drew their lipstick and erased one another

A blind saint came to observe their plight

A rich mute beggar shouted with delight

A young deaf geriatric heard the commotion

And petitioned the babes for bedded locomotion

A legless bishop running past

Kicked the geriatric till sore arsed

He smashed through a window without breaking the pane

Lost his head and shouted, “I’m sane!”

Lame lawyers danced enthralled by the event

A deaf mute choirgirl howled a lament

She lived on the corner in the middle of the block

In a floorless tower on an empty lot.

I watched from the corner of the topless round table

The unerring witness to the verity of my fable

Should you dare doubt my tale is true

Ask the blind barmaid, she saw it too.”

* End *

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  WHY?

Why do herds sigh by mouth?

Why does the fork land on one keg?

Why is Thing the fastest earth on milk?

Why is an aspirin a large, grey elephant?

Why did the stick in a cross eat the toad?

Why does the neck have a very long giraffe?

Why did the buoy throw the cluck at the wind?

Why do forest fires have elephant feet for ducks?

Words, intended to strike the strong

May injure the weak and could prove to be wrong

(Funny Ton Si Thurt Eth)

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Tossed from the depths of seething vitriol these at least ring true (well, up to a point, maybe, I'd like to think.)

U N C O N D I T O N A L

U N D E R S T A N D I N G

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How can we perform surgery if we faint at the word “scalpel”?

(click the bar)

12,000 words 

A P P E N D I X   O N E

(Retrieved from the waste bin)

the last lot was bad
the next is worse

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The harp strings strum as I sip my rum between glasses of wine and liqueur

Smart-phone video-clips depict war-torn famine victims in far off places obscure

Parliament directives unleash explosives, civilians lie dead or in tears

“Equally And Severally Liable” the good partner’s career disappears

Our taxes fund stealth planes, helicopters, submarines and intercontinental missiles

When professionals fall they’re out in the cold, cannot even sleep in our church aisles

“Teach your children right from wrong” surely we should start at the top?

History reminds us through woesome tales how innocent heads get the chop.

Outraged and indignant outlaw and king upon one another glared    
Who had the right to torturous retribution? A mutual "Justice!" flared    

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Oh what a wonderful world we have woven, a tapestry of fear and despair

Pompous, powerful, proud of their work, they expect us to live on thin air

Hoarded incomes squirrelled away to be gambled by financier’s gnomes

The wealth of hundreds of nations drained, fed back to the people as loans

At Her Majesty’s Leisure, Self Employed, Convalescent, Pensioned or Roughing:

Ignored from calculations that define “Median Income” the fact = (approximately) Nothing

A country’s success is gauged not by stock values but by her punishments, destitutes and unemployable

The buck stops where? With the child or the throne? Not with those appointed to be responsible?

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What do you get if you pay a chimpanzee a million or two a year?

A very rich monkey who scratches its crotch and throws nibbled nuts at your ear

The masses hypnotised, pushed and swayed with astounding power and precision

Freedom closed off as our thought strings are plucked to twist unconscious decision*

Tomb-faced zombies glassily gaze in malls of unattainable glitter

Manipulative advertisements deliberately designed to spew clutter (and mountains of litter)

If you want to make money in today’s society you simply have to sell drugs

Do you want to make friends and feel very happy? You simply have to take drugs.

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Humour is truth flipped inside out, an overdoes can cause a calamity

Dreary tedium of regurgitated routines, identical days called “Normality”

Levitating Yogis? Cures through meditation? Fables from Cheat Sheet & Liar

Heavyweight Wrestlers, spear-skewered Dervishes? “Dumb Proles” may never rise higher

Puny little humans, pathetic and weak, we’re not really up to very much

Heroes of yore were powerful and bold, we long ago lost our touch

Make yourself invisible? The idea is inadmissible. Turn on the telly and drink

Praise your Pay Day, play with your Joy Stick, spend and indulge, DO NOT THINK.

“Everything GOOD is illegal, immoral or unhealthy”      

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Our world is not merely built upon lies, it relies upon lies to survive

Mortgage Loan bundles swept into an "asset" - a Banker’s Fairystory to derive

A thousand pounds I hand over to you, you bill me for taking my money

A thousand pounds I borrow from you, you bill me for lending me money

“Student Loans” an orgasm for Lenders when the mortgage market catches a chill

“Your pension fund no longer exists, our charges exhausted it to nil”*

Faster and faster repayment demands swell unspent off-shore accounts

Bitcoin, Decred, Ethereum, Monero, electronic currencies bloat imaginary amounts.*

(technically, the global economy is bankrupt)      

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“Upgrade” “Download” “Install” “Buy now” latrant* trillionaires shriek

“GET HOLD OF THEIR MONEY” frantic desperation as falsified balance sheets creek

Ten thousand neuropathic* Internet hands reach into our pockets and souls

Anonymous, unaccountable they harvest our details to tweak and squeeze our controls

Fraud from abroad, 'Telephone Midges' sting for a pretty little penny

Tiny sums rake considerable hoards, modest, frequent, from many

Direct Debits like tartarean* flesh-eaters gnaw at accounts with greed

Clothing, shelter, a meal and companion, how little we each truly need.

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My bed is as big as a football pitch, my bath an Olympic pool

For the kitchen, a mountain quarried to a dip, a forest felled for a stool

Dinner’s delivered from a cement-mix truck, I’m fed by men with shovels

Dessert is a wagon of strawberries and cream topped with thousands of truffles

John Cleese serves Mr Creosote in "The Meaning Of Life"
Monty Python's Flying Circus, the ultimate fat man sketch

My car is the size of a jumbo jet, my cycle has seventy six wheels

Pandas and tigers fashion my coat, two diamonds serve me as heels

My toilet’s as deep as Lake Baikal and barely big enough for the job

Rivals and rebels, jeer not, get away, it hurts when you call me a slob.

A dried out world where nothing has value but everything is tagged with a price.

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Sloomy* lazarettos* line Groaker* Alley where toshers* fear indictment

Neon lights, music and drums, the cavalcade persuades with incitement

Noodly long necks, curiosity eyes, smiles anticipate excitement

Wonderful show, dazzle and glitz, promoters’ displays aperient*

“Happiness!” “WIN!” Money and dreams, showman’s grandiose habiliment*

'Tis nought but SALES, sadness prevails, miseries withdraw in disappointment

A myriad posters blanket our streets with pretence of “universal contentment”

Topsy-turvy, values inverted, the sufferance of exclusion breeds resentment.

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Endowment Funds risked on the flashy new mall

Crush the small traders, “We need it all”

Double their rates, harass with rules

Start a new business? That’s strictly for fools

Treasury pays salaries from National Debt

Every pound on deposit recycled - as debt

Reinvent economics? Scrap trading by electronics?

City chore conscripts, the New Ergonomics?

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Dent the surplus of “poor little” billionaires governments have hell to pay

But wages cut, houses emptied, millions jobless? That’s okay

“They scrutinise our laptops, copy our phones, record every transaction and bill”

“Conspirators!” “Traitors!” “Spies in our skies!” “Their Hidden Agenda’s to kill!”

Facinorous* tales unravel the façade, scandal’s absorbed like a sponge

My head is clogged with glamourous garbage, wickedness sticks like a gunge

Shattered windscreens, headlamps crumpled, bumpers and exhausts a-tangled

Outrage, “Sort it!” “Straighten the parts” in our Scrapyard, everything’s a-mangled.*

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Who Am I? 'Red-Black-Yellow-White'? Is the answer determined by skin?

Hair style or jewellery, freckles and frowns, or measure the width of my grin?

Top 'em 'n' tail 'em, squash 'em and nail 'em, standardised height and weight*

Seventeen per cent grey, universal complexion, Red Tape will eliminate hate

Crank the key, tighten the spring, tick tock, tick tock the judge doth sit

Success or failure, gain loss and crime, social interaction spawns glory or sh*t 

Detection, Enforcement, Prosecution and Punishment, resources and forces unlimited

Forgiveness? Forget it, cures and enablement, for compassion our budgets are limited.

Is the biggest crook in court the cat in the wig? *      

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Vikings and Normans, Visigoths and Romans, Mongols who galloped the plain

Gowns and crowns, towers and flowers, Vietnamese, Latvian and Dane 

Indian saris and colourful tales, African dancers and drums

Chinese ingenuity (and legendary hard work), Jamaican music and rums

Greek philosophy, mythology and olives, Egypt’s incredible knot

The black Loretto* Zulu Prince more British than the Anglo-Scot

Bagpipes and tartans, headdresses and Spartans, Persians, Pigmies and the Swiss

Pyramids, Atlantis, Temples and Nazca Lines, labyrinthine adventures and a Silver-Screen* kiss.

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“I am a good Christian, go to church each day, by profession I capture and kill”

“I’m a vegan vegetarian, egg, bacon, black pudding, add a sausage my belly to fill”

Change what you do or change what you say, discord is self contradiction

Butchers as tailors, blacksmiths as watch-makers, mismatch evokes consternation

What is my 'wolfe*', my rapport with 'Out There', my place in the cosmic jigsaw?

Self knowledge so simple, “why but it’s me” an, “Architect!” who drives a broken rickshaw

Purpose and tone behind each interaction, by day and by moment they grow

But what if I’m askew, knocked out of line, how then with the truth can I flow?

I'll know I've become a Christian
when my outraged condemnation is
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I microwaved my pussycat, drove over my neighbour's fine dog

I stabbed my husband through the heart and drowned my tot in a bog

The school burned down when I played a prank, someone else went to jail

Should ever the world catch me out they’ll say I’m beyond the pale

Time and again my conscience bites, it seems there is nothing I can do

With a struggle I strive to start afresh, reaffirm: Each Day Is New

Forgive myself? Perhaps I can but what if They were to know?

Bounty Hunters and Tabloid Writers, to them I’m the Butt Of The Show.

Are you sure you're not talking about yourself there?      

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When “Nasty Nutters” and “Horrible Hags” among colleagues and strangers I see

What shocking persona might the world out there be seeing and saying of me?

Mind my own business, eik* out a crust, I search the stairway from gloom

“I am not a criminal! I am not a criminal!” backwards frog-marched to my doom

“Psychopath!” “Thug!” Newspaper headlines, surely they don’t mean me?

The song says it all, “Forgive me Delilah”* there is more than one side we must see

Compulsion, subservience, terror, hypnosis, the mirror of unconscious rationality

Spontaneous, Planned, Selfish or Ideological: the pyramid of defined criminality.

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“Ladies and gentlemen, princess and duke, today we have much to discuss

“Daisy cutters and napalm, undiscoverable mines and protestors who kick up a fuss

“Crappy little suicide bombers, Crowd-Kill-Pavement-Truck, our Trident Submarine does the biz

“Iron shards that shred and blind, playgrounds go 'Whoosh' with our fizz

“Depression to Boom, war is profit, taxpayers carry the bill

“Pick a soft target, unleash the ordnance, as simple as popping a pill”

“Human beings were never,” a quiet voice says, “intended to injure one another”

“Security! Security! How did he get in? Arrest and jail this - ” (brother?)

Every bullet and missile is indelibly imbued
with the names of the suppliers & mandators

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City park, trees, benches, muddy ground, sit, smoke, observe

Two fine ruddy red Afghan hounds, prance, frolic and swerve

Larking pups barely noticed, fine specimens of their breed

Freely play, owner unseen, run wild, released from the lead

Harmless fun or serious interaction? One dips its head to the ground

Throat exposed, the other darts close, snaps without a sound

Whatever their purpose, conflict is concluded, dignified and quiet

“Behave like a dog” when annoyed or upset, Homo Sapiens kick up a riot.

When we invented firearms honour and glory left (ask a Samurai)

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The Boer War, forgotten, unknown, vivid to those where t’was fought

Major issues, fundamental beliefs, to some so strong yet for others, as nought

Kaleidoscope world, ever changing views, quite separate realities co-exist

Porn Star, romantic, swinger and engaged unknowingly brush by the Never Kissed

Everyday norms cause, elsewhere, “Outrage!” storms, who is to say what is “The Right”?

How easy it is to bloody the wrong nose when, indignant, we fight?

How then should I know, give in or stand firm, accept or repel a change?

Trenchcoat or dinner suit, cassock or nude, switch context and the ordinary is strange.

What is the significance of attire?      

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World War One earned fortune upon fortune, lost in '29

“Find me a leader, fund his armies, in a decade the world will be mine

“To cover my tracks he’ll sacrifice my ain*, martyrdom guarantees respect”

A lattice of investments, diffuse distribution, the truth they will never detect

Our name shines on, from the darkness of their shame, what if instead, We had led?

War crimes and torture, robbery and corruption, descendants’ cheeks forever red?

Rebellious children, contempt for their fathers, name and history spurned

In a few generations a culture forgotten, 'mouldy old books' blamed & burned.

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The Twentieth Century, one hundred years, death, revolution and mass-destruction

Brilliant visions of technological glory sabotaged by man-made (and natural) disruption

Millions upon millions of people same as us, wiped out like the mowing of a lawn *

Unseen powers that manage our Earth, intervention to reduce “human spawn”?

How many billions would otherwise be here, could our problems have been horribly greater?

Is it right to blame the opportunists of “Rytchezhstan* ” or is there a Cosmic Curator?

High Street abundance, emergency services, sunshine on parkland and streets

Can we love “Cityworld”, cherish human endeavours, recognise and celebrate our feats?

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Punish success with State’s “legitimised theft”*? Crush innovation at birth?

Brilliant enhancement or versute* profiteer? How do we assess True Worth?

Who are those Rich, misers hidden, never to enjoin or share?

Integrated, participative? Helpful, supportive? Judge not but be fair

How easy it is to make a mistake when managing public cash

Best or worst, Laird or Council, unaccountable administrator’s hash?

Investment, Grant Aid: Idiot or Genius? Lose or manifest a treasure

Hatred of status? Whether topmost or lowest, wealth is not the measure

The rich, like the poor, will always be with us, some good and some of them not

Beware of becoming like the cracked sooted kettle who scorns the holed black pot.

I fly in your planes, purchase your merchandise... 

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The battle I wage within myself is always against a foe unseen

A world without, a world within, oceans and mountains, a bridge and ravine

The “Secret Enemy” sabotages, destroys, consequences unexpected (or obscene)

The heart attunes to mind, spirit, body, ultimately, to Heaven supreme

“Know Thyself” not so easy, crisis brings out the worst

Buoyed up upon a silver spoon or crushed, humiliated and cursed

From glamorous queen to despicable wretch, celebrity to “hospital nutter”

The Winds Of Fate blow high and low, lift from or hurl into nadir’s gutter.

"Normal": psychiatric & criminal records
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Awake with the mind of a new born babe, by nightfall, a world rediscovered

Labels and judgements, congealed opinions, through effort stale prejudice uncovered

To withstand the force of shocking truth build first a ground of innocence

To err is human, examine mistakes*, forge, with courage, sound confidence

A drink and a cigarette, suicide and debt, life is arrayed with duets

Haughty nobles “refined” and “benign” their heads a-ringin’ with 'tourettes*'

Individuals are - individual, institutions blameworthy, governments (and ideologies?) worst of all

Dark dealing diplomats or multinational CEOs, should the buck make its way to the Royals of Pall Mall?

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The Great have gone, the weak are here, clamorous wilful and dim

Selfish desire overrides wise direction, receptivity blocked out by whim

Manipulative cartel, product placement advertising, promotion and competitive greed

Shouting and barking, accusation and correction, yet fail to fulfil basic need

Naked Emperors prance the stage, in sycophants' limelight they bask

Ignorant of crime, negligence and waste, “LOOK” as we peel off the mask

Who is to blame? How do we decide? The Perfect Leader is hard to make

Systems and customs? “Kill To Be King”, the worst of the worst cut up The Cake.

The leader's face evokes, “Straightjacket!”

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Who's to say what is “RIGHT” or what is, “WICKED”, why is it we punish or reward?

Bask in the success of family members, fallen strangers gleefully abhorred

The Thumb and the Pinkie went to war, fingers and hand were bloodied

Distant Head calls the Nurse, “Imagine if Diplomacy I’d studied”

Fudge and smudge, woolly minded and doubting, mundane everyday entombment

Zig-zag to the Here-And-Now, Heart-Truth whispers and Nature attunement

The woman told the man, in her pinstripe suit, “get in touch with your feminine side”

The man took heed, appraised her attire, with a smile, “same to you, Ms,” he replied.

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Engastrated* camel takes longer to roast than a leg of pork or lamb

Ginger snaps, bread, a celebratory cake, each varies according to gramme

Human beings are neither flour nor meat (though some may seem a bit dull)

Computer and machine we can (more or less) control but what's that inside the skull?

Pandora’s Box* (the legend explains) released once well restrained forces

Insult, command, condemnation and complaint can push us down inexplicable courses

“The Deed Was Done,” the Courts intone, “your name we publicly damn”

“Cure” “Improvement” utterly irrelevant, arbitrary sentence a flam*.

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In the eyes of the law each one of us is equal, before Allah, God, Jehovah too

Magistrate or soldier, Lord Chancellor or policeman, you kidnap me or I kidnap you?

“Our reasons are valid, we serve a higher cause,” by 'equal' is my purpose not the same?

Children or adults, our affairs no less important, it’s simply we play a different game

Criminal Record, cruel indulgent punishment, state might to wound and confine

Explain what is, 'WRONG', my actions or yours, when gowned & wig’d, 'tis fine?

The Will of Heaven long ago decreed, ten laws in stone made clear

Dismissed by rulers of every land, despite cherished for thousand’ o’ year.

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“Another’s name thou shalt not shame” is supposedly a revered Commandment

Degrade, humiliate, crush and destroy, a slip and you’re marked out for banishment

Poltergeists, phantoms, invisible familiars surround us, all times, unseen

Exorcise one, in jumps another, as toxic a potion as a drink of xylene*

Black demon’s tendons reach into the abdomen firmly to secure with hooks

Down shoulder and arm, through back and bones, just as described in old books

Rip and crack, squeak bubble and pop, in stages the demon is evicted

The innocent human who suffers as host - seized and criminally convicted.

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Tsarina divine widowed Ivan the benign henceforth he became known as “The Terrible”

His inconsolable rage roared for an age, frightened populations rendered skeletal

He murdered his son and finally broke down, forgiveness he prayed and was blessed

His miserable tale repeats on all levels, it needs to be seen and addressed

Through love can a monster be redeemed as a man, wild passion, a mild man made a monster

Straightjackets and jails, crucifix and gallows, no more a cure than Tincture Of Lobster

Molfars* and seers, psychics and peers, social workers, psychiatrists and priests

Like a limb wrenched in war, separation’s too sore, regardless how awful the “beasts”.

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By empty platform slides the locomotive, no sign of her do I see

Settle into seat, through window gaze, descend the dark myzeurie*

Struggle to rise, rational reason, no need to be so down

Hopeless efforts, insurmountable tomb, as in a whirlpool, I drown

The train draws in, I step out the door, there, she stands and smiles

A passion flower I pick, all is well, through innocence and charm she beguiles

Reach out to touch, back she springs, who’s in control, she or I?

Electro-chemical magnetic resonance, as easy to comprehend as the last digit of Pi.

Love, loss, expectation and hope    
do more than merely paint my world.

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Into my tar-pool of paranoid recriminations I draw down the Star of Al₃Th₆Ar₃Po₈*

The amassing of fault, accusation and blame - part of a process we must all undergo?

Locked inside a self-evident conclusion I know must, nevertheless, be wrong*

Invisible condemnation, to withstand this pressure, each moment, I need to be strong

The superior man shines his spirit, sweet and nice, he is friendly and kind

Actively he seeks out those who annoy, they test his mettle, grow heart and mind

That’s all very well, I am no sage (detractors and friends mock in derision)

“May heaven’s goodwill bless your path, guide your hand, illuminate decision”.*

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Humpty Dumpty sat on his wall

Happy big smile till his love’s loss fall

Broken and scattered he littered the deck

Horses and Men cried, “Oh! What the heck”

Along came his Queen with her fine white hands

Mended his pieces, rejoice swept the lands

She made up a yolk, she re-made his white

Cheery Ol’ Dumpty thus ended his plight.*

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The battle with the Self is easily won

Blow out me brains, there, ’tis done

’Ang on a mo’, there’s something I forgot

“Win-A-Better-Life” ya daft ol’ clot

That, my foe, is harder to achieve

Change my state? Impossible to conceive

Not only do thoughts and habits imprison

Expression is crushed by detractors’ attrition.

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Who are they who are the “Too Many”? We need to have them killed

Names, please, could it be you? Return the form duly filled

Measurements, analysis, our world is full, the evidence is indisputable

Prevention, curtailment, stop the growth, the alternative is indescribable

Every year, people disappear, nobody is told where they go

A higher plane, the oldest secret? Through silence, can each of us know?

Preposterous, demented, senile, deranged, “Contraceptives in our water”

The problem they strive so hard to resolve has cost us our son and grand-daughter.

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The Perfect City, can it exist? Loan-free abundance, community and purpose

Somewhere to live, a sense of belonging, protection from relentless, “Spend & Purchase”

Concrete, glass, asphalt and steel, wet or dry, always the same

Asphalt, concrete, steel and glass, dry or wet, always the same

Buses and trains, taxis and planes, bicycles, cars, monotonous contiguity*

Street lights, sirens, sewerage and pipes, a miracle of collaborative ingenuity

Patterns of stars, phases of the moon, the behaviours of planets today out of range

Squirrels and hares, buds, blossoms and bears, hour by hour a natural change.

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Robots in our rooms, skies filled with drones, driverless cars to clog roads and lanes

Sparkle-eyed children emerge in a world where the scarcest commodity is live human brains

To ask a question I pick up the phone, an automated recording barks, “read website screen”

Exasperation, tech-rage, rant and fume, will it soon be impossible to induce a human to intervene?

Decisions that change the fabric of our lives made not by Homo Sapiens but electronic devices

Autonomous Block Chains self-replicate and analyse to modify behaviours and life’s critical prices

Orchestras of birdsong? An occasional squeak; alarms and car-horns pierce sensitive ears

Air brakes and percolators, drills, engines and jack hammers, would we be happier with mud-thatch and spears?

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In 'Suicide Cities' with streets of tears the blood runs cold from despair

New born babies, a million a week, more than mere “Welcome” we must prepare

Flee the crowded ancient lands where growth is unsupportable

Why go to Mars when our deserts lie empty? The sea by sun’s heat can be potable

Afloat on the ocean lie islands of waste, net 'em and ring 'em with liners

Discarded vessels lashed together, before long we’ll attract wealthy diners.

Design a metropolis, replicate through sales,  “H.E.O.N.O.S.”  may provide us the cure

Organise & share, “Have Everything, Own Nothing” could such a proposal be a strong enough lure?

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Fast easy cash, “Income For All”, we can do what we like but whence hails the will?

Operatic bin collectors, sing-along bus journeys, a flower box to adorn every sill?

Over-stocked supermarkets joust for position, the once-prosperous populate beggardom

Nouveau-Riche squeeze past in SUVs proud of their indulgent rascaldom

Ten thousand I pass in the bustling street, none do I ken nor deeply see

Their eyes, clothes and faces hint of tales, I know them not (nor they of me)

Together yet apart we thrive or “get by”, evolutionary miracle or by higher design?

Pastures, villages and country lanes? Essential conurbations resolve but confine.

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“RAIL   AGAINST   THE   INDUSTRIAL   COMPLEX” - “How will you get here?” “Simple, I’ll swim it”

Ring ring, “come to visit” two days later, on the other side of the planet

Instant global communication, shop and travel at the touch of a button

Mobile phones in beggar’s hands, an impoverished invalid as fat as a glutton

SCUBA dive, parachute, surf and bobsleigh, F1, Rallies and Powerboat Races

Quick and easy musical composition, Home Movies put smiles on family faces

Spectacular architecture, oil paints and pigments, new kinds of photographic enhancement

Cinemas, theatres, IMAX and stadia, miracles of technological and social advancement.

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Childhood dreams, fairytale endings, a once beautiful vision in tatters

Petty-minded, irate ego, enraged over the tiniest of matters

“Drunkards, smack-heads, telly addicts, useless incompetent slobs”

“Lousy sandwiches, not enough sugar, your place is with ovens and hobs”

Toothpaste caps dropped, toilet seats raised, last night’s plate unwashed

Torrential verbigeration*, “Divorce! Divorce!” the whimsical marriage is crushed

“If I’d murdered you instead of married you by now I’d’ve been let out of jail”

Charming children? Whispered sweet nothings? Blue lights flash as sirens wail.

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You make me drink and smoke strong stuff, you keep me awake throughout the night

You make me talk you make me shout, you make me rage and pick a fight

You make me laugh with scorn and ire, you make me boast and jeer

You make me drool with lustful desire, you make me letch and leer

You make me feel dull and bored with life, you undermine my motivation

You make me frightened I hide away, you’re the author of my situation

You make me bitter and shrink in self-doubt, you make me feel unclean

Hurry up! Hurry up! You must change your behaviour that I may feel serene.*

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With HER I feel a saint and a champion, but hEr? I’m a “Stupid Great Prat”

With Her I’m “Cheesy Mister Nice”, but heR - pimp, wittol* and Rat

When I’m with (him!) I am a prostitute and a tart, but with hIm, a “Damsel In Distress”

When I’m with Him I’m a wife and a mother; with hiM, an imprisoned princess

Game or charade it is not, it’s as real as any profession or role

Chemistry's work mysterious and unfathomable but is it beyond our control?

“Love At First Sight” celebrated in song but what of 'Superior' versus contempt?

Context, custom, compulsive desire, I dare you an explanation to attempt.

the impossible task: how can the client transform the professional into a debutante?

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Who am I? I am as I am, that I am, or am I as you judge me to be?

Identity projected from strength within or your force that reshapes the “Me”?

“I Am A Lunatic!” “I Am A Fool!” “I am nothing but a worthless discard”

“I am divine, I reign supreme, my face belongs on your placard”

The essential self does no wrong, the imitator is our damnable outcast

You are magnificent, above reproach (regardless of behaviours or sick past)

“THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS GOOD AND EVIL” the hardest lesson to deglute*

Seamlessly align with Out There’s blueprint, that, surely, is beyond confute*.

I don't know anything, I know nothing at all, I'm alive, that is all.

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I presume to know the story of my life but discover, to my horror, I do not

Long lost friends re-emerge, unbidden, and tell me of events I’d forgot

Situations where (to me) it was clear I was the victim of hard and cruel persecution

Related, narrated or published in print describe ME as the “cri-mi-na-l insteetooshun”

Praise and glory, damnation and poverty, a long life twists and turns

The downside of an opposite is the upside of a clown when the tearful Montauk* yearns

Ancient history, learnedly explained, “solid facts” arrayed with certitude*

Bearded professors and young school teachers are obliged to present a firm attitude.

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I scrape my finger, what a calamity, but how we laugh when you plunge to your doom

“I’m All Right, Jack” on top of the world, wreckage scars the trail to my bloom?

“To be kind, be strong” when 'Weak & Vain' seize the reign their cruelty is unwatchable

Gormless tyrants aboard “The Luciahriatan Express”* smile as to Tartaris* they hurtle unstoppable

The “Great Digestion” of our limitless universe squeezes, sucks and separates to purge

At the end of the turbulent Road Of Life, Fool, King, Alien and Devil merge

Drama and stories, adventures and glories, grist to the mill of History’s Tale

The good and the wicked, the proud and the crushed dissolve on the Ouroboros* tail.

(You need to be strong to be kind)   

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If I want to be met with compassionate understanding I need surely to practice the same

“Criminal Justice” mercilessly destroys* as if 'twere an inconsequential game

Human misery amidst technical wizardry negates our “civilisation”

The key to future enduring happiness is perceptive realisation

Thieving, lying, dishonesty and crime have causes on many levels

Or could it be no more complicated or strange than bad old fashioned devils?

A kindless church that lacks understanding is like a hospital without any medicine

A planned society, governed interactions, to evolve: invent, as per Edison.

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You tell me I-AM-GOOD, my ego inflates with pride

You tell me I am W-R-O-N-G, I shrivel and wish I had died

How can that which I truly am, be switched off or on by a word?

Sense of self fragile and weak? Status and value assigned by the herd?

Flagellate, repent, atone and torture, self-punish until I am numb

How much must you see me suffer before I am welcomed back as a chum?

“Heaven” “Jehovah” “Allah” or “God” I worship and praise unceasing

Grovel, supplication, does the pure self rise, or, disdain for “Sinners” - increasing?

(Worship, for many, means joy and purpose)

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The machine won't work because the bulb went out or a wire came loose in the plug

A belief misaligned, a shattered faith, saint's holy true nature distorts to a thug

Actions, thought, words and response: resonance and alignment may hurt or heal

“Nobody ever did anything to anyone” I alone am responsible for the way that I feel?

Event and reaction, mistake and correction, purpose, intention or wild spinning loops

Chemistry's Elements researched, classified, likewise human gestures may fall into groups

Death may erase my torturous problems but if I return, are they there as before?

Lifetime's decisions may distort or straighten, right action and insight can they fate's skandhas* redraw?

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Fear in formaldehyde, envy on the microscope slide, character tested by litmus?

Voyage past Pluto, bathyscaphe the depths, DNA spirals astonishing to witness

Knowledge presented on page and screen boasted as if t’were what truly matters

Illiterate “bumpkin” or “nondescript” servant sees our world-view’s in shambles and tatters

A wrong sense of self, illusory, imitative, creates a reality that is fake

Resentful, entangled, subservient, explosive; drop it, simply, and wake

Alert to the present, trust intuitive judgement, arise, escape the debasement

Personal energy, cleansed of ambiguity, feel-sees the real world in amazement.

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Neptune orbits around Lord Ra, position held by unseen power

Planets pass by beyond our earth, the force that holds sweeps through and o’er

Molecules and atoms dance and spin, angstrom distances subtly redrawn

Orchestral harmonies, radiant patterns, spider’s web shimmers in silken dawn

Cosmic rays meet quarks and charms, invisible visitors who dance and turn

Tone and colour, mood, speed and rhythm, micro to macro like the leaves of the fern

New born being catches the imprint of criss-cross planetary links to the sun

First impression indelibly etched, the start of a weft ever-changing begun.

Another crap and clumsy fumble & bungle        

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The abandoned dinghy bobs up and down, waves roll in to the shore

A wave is a wave whether large or small, each different kind must obey the same law

White horses crash, spectacular surf; sun’s 'Strahlen'* interact to make heat

Air and glass, water and space, a change in speed as light crosses each mete*

Our Solar System, a unified being, the Oort* Cloud delineates 'the rump'

When light escapes to enter Deep Space, does it slow down, speed up, or jump?

If the gaps between stars are crossed in a blink our measure of space is wrong

Vacuum there is none? 'Space' filled to the brim? We may need to re-write the old song.

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I ask the stars to share a secret, their answer is truly amazing

Each of our planets is much like earth, life, as here, a’grazing

Cosmic rays interact in a matrix, like lasers on photographic emulsion

Eyes select “Red”, “Green” and “Blue”, brain plays God with the combination

Earth enjoys her own unique resonance, to local patterns we attune

Astral travel dissolves the boundaries, consciousness wears every costume

Solar system wisely protects, invisibility doth invasion and conflict block

Martian Cities, “People from Venus” Earth, to them, “just a rock”.

As Mother Earth grows, gravity increases    

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Twigs and stones, roots and bones, every thing radiates expression

Character, tone, quality and style, each “is-ness” a unique impression

Eye-gaze exchange, silent understanding, non-verbal communication

If language were absent how then could a dog heed our spoken indication?

Praise, hierarchy, order and judgement, knots and threads interminable

Matter and waves, consciousness and occasion, what we call “words” are inseparable*

Intimacy’s whisper, barely acknowledged, magnified year upon year

One tiny wrongness dismissed or unnoticed expands to a “Shout!” in the ear.

Words take their place alongside gamma, beta and infra-red rays?

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Reality captured on magnetic tape, orchestral reproductions astound

High fidelity musical concerts, ferrite specks fill rooms with sound

White arrow hovers over shiny pixel, button-click on an illuminated dot

Dazzling complexity of art-science computer, binary roots of ‘On-Or-Not’

Apply a magnet, the tape is wiped, Hard Disk Drive rendered unusable

“In The Beginning Is The (missing?) Word” unspoken interactions, undefined, inexcusable?

Upon what does our universe rest, a blip, a syllable or vibration?

'Tis said each letter has a number, does Numerology touch the foundation?

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My fingers I count, the first is “One”, the Teens begin with “Ten”

Missing digit, nine then what? Eleven to “ten-teen”, twenty-one to “twenty-then”

Multiply, divide, if zero were a number, then others it could make disappear

Nought = nothing, neither gap nor border, a puzzle to tease the engineer

Infinity’s lemniscate, a pair of rings, conjoined as one yet both are “None”

Reorganise our mathematics, re-write how we count, d’you think it’d cause some fun?*

Or does it not matter, make not a jot of difference, any old symbol will do

Whatever we mark, Nature’s Laws still work, Base-Nine, Seventeen or Twenty Two?

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“Your Majesty” bowed the royal bard, “your standards are admirably high

“The quality you request is beyond my best, no matter how hard I try

“Humbly I implore, let us work together in secret all limits to exceed

“Increase my salary, to share with others: a Writers Team I need

“You and I will know, and nobody else: the perfect proxy I’ve found

“His name has a ring, he looks the part, we met at a local fair ground

“The truth we’ll encode, each signature unique; your humble servant, Edward de Vere

“My dear Queen Elizabeth, England’s great plays shall be presented by William Shakespeare.”

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Thirteen hundred years before Christ a comet blazed and tore the skies

Thunderous calamity, floods and catastrophe, Atlantis erased amidst cries

Migration of people from pre-“Alba”* to Egypt brought art, construction and myths

“Instant Culture” sprang up as from nowhere, who’d believe they arose from Scotch mist?

Princess Scotia arrived upon our shores, hailed as the Honourable Return

Rename the Old Land to commemorate Her Presence, traditional oral history doth affirm

Constantine needed Unity of Religion but Caledonia was too far (and berated)

Lydda*, Joppa, Arthur’s Seat, Christ's story to Jerusalem he relocated.

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Long, long ago, in an age gone by, vigour and rapport prevailed

Ageless longevity, lifelong fertility till childbirth was wilfully curtailed

Eve and Adam grew up in the Garden, explored “Forbidden Fruit”

Snake, tree and apple, a simple metaphor? If so, it’s a bit of a hoot

First blood spilled, a brother killed, the unthinkable, shocking, change

Ruthless cold murder, brutality and torture, now accepted as nothing too strange

The Fall Of Man, the Great Mistake, everything turned upside down

Courage, passion, abandonment - Self Pity became the new gown.

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“The Garden Of Eden” a made up name like “Disc World”, “Narnia” or “Utopia”

Struggle and strife of every day life blurred by nostalgia for “Cornucopia”

The unknown bard of ancient times, a 'Homer', 'Aesop' or whoever

Epitomised the shocking historic event in analogy to remind us forever

Pain the teacher, diligence the price, pleasure the promise and just reward

Heightening expectation of rightful compensation, gamblers return to Trickster’s board

Eat for nourishment, drink for thirst, look to admire, learn and be strong

One indulgence forbade, “Carnal Knowledge” (is the tiniest flicker of porn quite wrong?).

Hello Psycho, The World Is Yours

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Truth is a sail that catches the wind, swift the ship upon ocean crest

Truth is a child with clarity of vision, Grown-Ups hear answers they'd never have guessed

Truth a balloon o'er vale and forest, watch, unseen, as wildlife graze

Truth is a clue in omen and dream that leads us to daylight from befuddlement's maze

Truth is a tower that looks to the horizon, pride of the people in the bustling town

Truth is a brush that paints Today's picture, calamities of fools or the tricks of a clown

Truth is a shell found under a rock, shiny and patterned, an abandoned home

Is truth a secret owned by “The Elite”, miserly gleaned from the cherished old tome?

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Truth is a friend only of the Gods, for us mortals it demotes, jails or kills

The truth about loyalties and words of betrayal or of duty neglected for thrills

The truth about promises and expectations raised, great hopes and dreams we shattered*

The truth about motives, malice and crimes, trivialities instead of what mattered

“What is the truth, yes or no?” You ask for a description of trees

“What is the truth in ten words or fewer?” You ask of the birds and bees

Truth is a tool, it can clear out confusion, separate nonsense from fact

Truth a medicine to cauterise delusion, but some of us never make it intact.

Even stupid people know that one        

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“A lifetime in an hour” - the tiniest thought an 'event'

The, “Man Of Knowledge”* said, “suddenly, I knew, thereafter life went on”

What did he 'Know'? Can it not be told? We’re unable ask as he’s gone

Is it, 'The world out there is independently real yet somehow, also, my projection'?

Notice small changes, coincidences and strangeness, how much of “Real” is reflection?

My head is my own, my private space, that buzz is nobody’s business

Some thoughts entertain, others are decisions, their 'decrees' reverberate with “Is-ness”

Words of insight to the “Wanna-Be” ne’er-do-well and life does not physically change

Home so humble seems a, 'Brilliant Palace', a treasure cherished in a handful of change.

Could Castaneda have meant the, “Man Who Knows”?

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Wife wide eyed beside her bottle of pills, daughter’s suicide clinically filed

Auntie hurled herself from the highest bridge, husband starved himself in the wild

Uncle they cut down cold from the noose, sisters shot one another

Son caught strangling his fiancée, my niece slit the throat of my brother

Grandad blew his brains out with a gun, cousins leapt from a cliff as a pact

Grandma hit the High Street from the Tower, three nephews collapse mortally hacked

Mum lay down on the railway tracks, Dad stuck his head in the oven

Death by forces beyond our control, can anyone understand how they govern?

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For many a couple, married life is a battle, they stick it out despite anguish and trauma

Some say the Key is to let her be free others it’s just buy her fine flora

Experts impress with “Kama Sutra” and sex, “the secret lies under the covers”

Then there are Those with a very good nose who point out love’s upset by the 'others'

The simple key that anyone can turn is summed up in a single phrase

Excuse me a moment the phone’s started to ring, I just have to hear what it says

Survey, sales call, automated announcement, an offer I cannot refuse

Where was I now, oh, 'The Simple Key', I’ve lost it, those calls did confuse.

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Once upon a time, the home* was “Society”, woman took her place at the centre

Departed family, silent walls, her chore a bore against their, “adventure”

Tidy up soon done, pavement and shops, monotonous absence entombs

“TOO MANY PEOPLE” three authoritative words, “The Mejia’s” mantra booms

Flashy bright images, radio stories, the hearth, once sacred, eclipsed

Rehearsed portrayal of parallel lives, bedazzles, entertains, encrypts

Mendacious* promise, the fabulous exotic, Other Side’s “New Grass” ever greener

Thunderous interruption, noisy expectation, their returns distress the dreamer.

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I leap out of bed, greet the day with enthusiasm - until I face my reflection

The Gargoyle glowers, shrivelled old flowers, in public I’m robbed of protection

Glamourous young teens flirt to either side but wince at my wrinkly old skin

Once upon a time they chased me round town, today, I’m a, “rot, for the bin”

Head over heels, fun spinning wheels, Goodbye to childhood sobriety

My children, my domain, a place to call “Home” lost to the ‘Permissive Society’

Cold shadows lurk where my family should have been, a cat makes barely a difference

Call a friend? To be drowned by complaints? Solitude has become the new prevalence.

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The drop dead gorgeous fashionable girl celebrates, alone, her birthday

Companions and loved ones long ago gone, she’s four years short of a century

A once charming teenager hobbles the road, sticks barely ease her pains

Hair loss and wrinkles, arthritis and cataracts, dribbling betrayed by stains

Her mouth is half plastic, her eye is of glass, her ears have the latest technology

A wig hides her scalp, her hip is cold steel and her bladder’s a bag made ecologically

They delivered her Zimmer, 'a temporary measure, the cure is soon to be unveiled'

March in Protest. Demand “Eternal Youth!” Life’s Limitless Promise - curtailed.

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The craggy pensioner gazes at the child, “do you think I want to be old?

“Were this malaise to be shed I’d be better than you, fast, mischievous and bold”

Playground laughter, adventurous children, riverside, gang-hut and tree

Jump, skip and run, hide or run away, show off a cut in a knee

Memories of moments, jubilant exhilaration (and painful tantrums with tears)

Bachelors and spinsters to long lost loves light candles in sad lonely years

The young and the old, discovery and recollection, communities need the mix

When a rich long life finally reaches its end, it’s over in a couple of ticks.

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Pretend I’m still trendy at sixty five, seventy, eighty two - I lie

Dress to be cool, ogle young talent (but can I remember why?)

My hair is a snowstorm, my belly, a pumpkin, my face a palaeontological crag

Blotchy legs, blue swollen ankles, leathery old arm-muscles sag

Regret, remorse, rage and revenge grate and grind like an encrusted hinge*

Knickerbocker Glories, chocolate and cream replaced by that regular syringe

Hurry up, get it over - someone - please - would you shout, at last, “Amen”

Morphine exhausted, bed wracked pain, half out then (briefly) back to life again.

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The dead are Not, they know they are gone, void and numb they wait

Robbed of senses, no experience of reality, unable to think or debate

Life is all, beyond lies nothing, to seek death is the ultimate negation

Awesome universe, limitless reality, admire the magnificent creation

Endure the torture of ten thousand jolts, pull through to the next plateau

Unfathomable reality, hindsight’s clarity, examine the remarkable tableaux

Drag yourself back from the “Kill-Myself!” brink and smile as if everything were fine

One day you may awake, see how it works and seize your very own 'Diamond Mine'.

She self-harms, he kills himself; he is jailed, she is sectioned.

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In the evening haze warm understanding shines from crepuscular* Angel Eyes

Fear dissolves as heavenly hosts blow trumpets of truth to manumise*

Throw the cord of brilliant intelligence with its clasp of sound common sense

Heed the echo from the 'Magic Mirror'* that exposes bedizenment’s* pretence

Chains draped upon burdens of revulsion at another’s loathsome mistakes

Reduce their importance, laugh at folly, forgive, play for high stakes

Beyond the soul periclitate* cuniculi* to seek a new contract with Azrael*

Open the way for a brand new day, with courage evoke the power of Zadkiel.*

in Paradise, nobody drags relatives from rubble.

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“ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE” don’t make me wince, absurdities from fictional delusion

Probe and delve, innumerable sources, “such marvels are no mere allusion”

Grandma conquers the Wimbledon stars, she taught herself tennis at ninety

Grandad sweeps Olympic Medals from Earth’s most agile and mighty

Our Great Aunt saw off five Miss Worlds, her brother out-did Charles Atlas

As for her parents don’t ask, their latest feats are not only spectacular but matchless

Bye bye Old Age, enfeebled dementia, “Hooray!” for Eternal Zest

Eradicate fear, transcend crushing guilt, reaffirm, YOU ARE THE BEST!

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Families, celebrations, procreative exhilaration, companionship brings true thrill

Fertility! Virility! “Welcome Children, we’ve the whole of the universe to fill”

“May All Sentient Beings Find Happiness” it is in our nature to do good

Challenge not the “Church Of Auto-da-Fé”* (who would do as they did if they could)

Softly address The-Teratoid*-Minister-Of-Omnipotent-Power with calm, polite assertion:

“The bloody days of heavy weaponry have reached their worst culmination.”

Highway to Hell, destination? A coffin. Gurus spout millions of answers

I give up, let’s have a drink, converse and enjoy glamorous dancers (well, on my own, as usual).

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Strong the strike intended to words

injure the probably and wrong are weak

pick you before a fight to decide 

right sure assess make case you’re your

transpire it made a mistake you should

break you back until you they’ll hit

should you instead perhaps look a long take 

funny the little side and see a book write.

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I don’t care if I live or die

I don’t care if I laugh or cry

I don’t care if the sky falls in

I don’t care if they lock me in the loony bin

I don’t care if they paint my name black

I don’t care if they stab me in the back

I don’t care if there’s nowhere I belong

I don’t care if it a.l.l. - g.o.e.s. - w.r.o.n.g.

I don’t care, I don’t care, I just don’t care - I don’t so there!.

(perhaps you should)        

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See the innocence. Unravel the error. Identify the Scapegoat.

Could it be that our words and actions are an automatic response to forces unseen?

Some say that it is indeed so. Expectation, belief, obedience, acquiescence...

* xxXZyo0oyZXxx *

“Everybody is wrong about everything”      

“Nobody knows anything, not really.”      

- Ntumu      

* IF * THEN * WHY * BECAUSE * IT DEPENDS * THEREFORE * THEN * IF * BECAUSE * WHY *

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A hundred million solitary men are on the road to bliss

With fear and dread the streets they tread where skyscrapers wall the abyss

The comforts and luxuries of former homes they carry in over-stuffed bags,

Their once fine clothes and well-heeled shoes have turned to smelly old rags.

"Enlightenment," "Redemption," "Deliverance" and "Salvation" they've long ago given a miss

For these lost men t'would be enough to be simply given a kiss.

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A hundred million lonesome ladies meditate on holiness and truth

Rejected by kin, their hearts they nurse as they grieve the folly of youth

Faded photographs and idealistic posters adorn their tidy homes

Instead of children and helpful men their companions are garden gnomes

"Happily Ever After" The Romantic Dream by disillusion crushed long ago

For these "once-teenagers" t'would be enough to be taken for a meal and a show.

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References

Ntumu wisdom (French Cameroon): “A Leaf Of Honey and the Proverbs of the Rain Forest” by Joseph Sheppherd

QUOTE (paraphrased from an actual letter): “Your thirty year old pension fund has been exhausted by charges, the balance therefore is nil.”   back

“Delilah” Tom Jones 1968 written by Les Reed and Barry Mason, released by Decca   back

“Pot calling the kettle black” criticise others who are the same as you

“Nights In White Satin” by The Moody Blues, 1967, written by Justin Hayward, released by Deram Label

“The Big Book Of Bloke Jokes” by Louise Johnson & Sarah Nayler, New Woman Magazine 2001   (back)

“BBC Radio 4 Woman's Hour Early Milennium   back

“The Joy Of Sheds, Because A Man's Place Isn't In The Home” by Frank Hopkins   back

“The Teachings Of Don Juan, A Separate Reality” and other works by Carlos Castaneda   back

Not a quip but a principle, Irina Dunn: “A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle” wrongly attributed to the 'batter-bonk-(angry-victim)-betray/er/ed' Gloria Steinman   back

Female erased, child erased, human being erased, mankind erased, machine displaced, dysfunctional replaced society. Why? back

“The wrongness I face is the error I erase” VLH: Vernon Linwood Howard, (esoteric author and teacher): “Conquer Harmful Anger – 100 Ways” (Other books include “Psycho-Pictography” “The Mystic Path To Cosmic Power” “Esoteric Mind Power” “The Power Of Your Supermind” “Pathways To Perfect Living”)

The 8 Whys

Why do birds fly South?

Because it’s too far to walk.

Why do storks stand on one leg?

Because if they lifted up the other one they’d fall down.

Why is milk the fastest thing on earth?

Because it’s past-eur-ise(d) before you see it.

Why is an elephant large, grey and wrinkled?

Because if it were small, white and smooth it would be an asprine.

Why do giraffes have long necks?

Because their heads are so far from their bodies.

Why did the boy throw the clock out the window?

Because he wanted to see time fly.

Why do ducks have webbed feet?

For putting out forest fires.

Why do elephants have flat feet?

For putting out burning ducks.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Who cares?

MORE:

Why must you never go into the woods on a Wednesday?

Because the elephants have their parachute practice.

Why are alligators long and flat?

Because they went into the woods on a Wednesday.

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And that at long last is that   

(Apart from the pictures)   

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back     15 Suffering: “Wait it out, call its bluff” V.L.H.

back     20 “What about expectations you raised then dashed, hearts you broke?”
        “Ah, well, should I commit suicide now or would you rather do it for me?“

back     37 The shining light of my radiant star   Sends heavenly blessings near and far   Those I know whether friend or not   A place reserved on the Cosmic Yacht

back     38 The sole reason why our city streets are not alive with the laghter and chatter of cheery children is fear. There is no other reason.

back     43 You know things aren't going too well when what you earn is less than what you pay in taxes.

back     44 You know things aren't too great when you feel like you're in the middle of next week and the Fire Officer comes up and says, "that's funny, I feel like I'm in the middle of next week"

back     44 You know things aren't too great when you feel like you are invisible and then find you can't seem to see yourself in a full-length mirror.

back     45 If two thirds or more of citizens closed their bank accounts and insisted on cash transactions, would the nation's economy soar into an unprecedented fast-cash small-business boom (and would the government do all in its power to curb the growth)?

back     45 Mini-skirt, hot-pants, crop-top, and now (shock horror) men in shorts, investment speculators refer to the 'hem-line indicator'.

back     46 Cyber sodomy

back     48 To want is to suffer, to suffer is to undergo, to endure is to evolve

back     49 The State, through Tax Collectors, is the single greatest cause of bankruptcy

back     51 It is natural to admire other cultures but when “My Idyllic Hometown” is invaded by newcomers, “I” (whoever I may be) resent the disruptive intrusion, even if they are the same nationality as me.

back     51 THE JUDGE   The judge   Condemns   The Words   The Writer   Because   The Words    Do not    Tell   The Judge   To think     What   The judge     Wants   To be told   To think   Why not     Just     Think     Free?

back     52 Every nation has a character, every character, a nation

back     52 Each day a celebration

back     53 Kill one you're a murderer, heroes kill hundreds. States slaughter cities.

back     53 An Internet Search Engine whose results exclude 99.999% of websites because they fail to comply with their commercial demands may be considered a caretel. Such deliberate misrepresentation is a breach of company law.

back     60 The Generals of The Great War were not incompetent, the Armistice was signed when the target for population reduction had been reached (but did they or the politicians know?)

back     61a State Benefits are a reward for failure, tax a punishment for doing well

back     61b Many's the marvellous legacy left to us by the “horrid rich”

back     61c Celebrate Success

back     62 “Hello Stranger, who are you, there, in the mirror?”

back     63 Institutions are made up of individuals

back     65 “Ms” means, “don't you dare ask if I am married”

back     67 “Cloud” & “Sync” euphemisms for 'steal'?

back     73 If I praise, I'm wrong, if criticise, I'm wrong, if I judge, I'm wrong, if I condone, I'm wrong. There's something very different going on.

back     73 The Battle With (or within) The Self is like scraping tar from the path with a broom made of rose blossom (without damage to the petals)

back     76 Old Testament, Homer, Norse Myths, Olympiad: allegories to veil and avoid humiliation

back     77 OUR LEADERS' EMBARRASSMENT We can build spectacular vehicles yet we are unable to provide oiur citizens with the fundamental essentials such as a home.

back     80 Pluck the rose, carry the thorns, custom and tradition teach how.

back     82 'How will I get through the next twenty minutes?' The same way I got through the last.

back     87 passion, sex, war, demon, words, expectation, delusion, disentanglement, truth, understanding, resolution, heart, love...

back     88 Days after this cheery chirp on National Geographic Cable TV the news gave a blow by blow account of a man jailed by his wife for six years because she was not in the mood that night.

back     89 hc = x    where   h = human   c = contraceptive   x = unknown

back     90 If you are The Devil to me, then, I am The Devil to you

back     91 Is it the woman who makes the man or does his Rise vs Fall hinge on his Admiration - Heartache?

back     92 Teenage male's lonely sexual fantasty causes adult superior being to go on the game - UK TV Channel 4: kerb crawler's reprimand

back     94 “Invasion Of The Body Snatchers” not Science Fiction but docu-drama

back     96 Under the Women's Movement loyalty is the crime because through his philandery and licentiousness the Evil Male Chauvinist Pig endorses and validates the Superior Being's infidelity and prostitution.

back     96 “He hasn't had a girlfriend in forty years.”

back     97 eradication of maleness has been decided, completion is a few generations away

back     99 Paris is surely still recognised as the world's finest symbol for romantic love? "Copenhagen" "Honolulu" & "Aberdeen" haven't quite the same ring.

back    100 Men are jailed, women sectioned; Women self harm, men kill themselves

back    101 “The seventh man had such a big load I couldn't keep my eyes on the camera”
         - beautiful cheery Superior Being porn star talking on television.

back    102 “Auswitch was a Jewish Holiday Resort, Hitler a disgruntled Rabbi” - her line or his?

back    103 Too much thinking going on.

back    103 We made love, where's my baby? We made love, that means we're married. We made love, where's my money? We made love, NEXT!

back    104 Am I the sum total of my thoughts, words, deeds, decisions and interactions or am I only my last deed?

back    104 Perfect Attunement: A most uncomfortable, “goody goody” experience

back    106 “'Tis good to see the bad” - esoteric principle

back    108 “You know things aren't going too well when the difference between life and death is a single thought.

back    109 “You know things aren't going too well when you sit up all night negotiating with your death and feel the early morning taxis drive in through your window.

back    114 He must hand over his coin with Heads, no Tails, for nowt in exchange

back    114 Job-Seeker's workshop: facilitators two women and a flamboyant gay, delegates twelve men, one woman.

back    114 Twenty eight books for sale, only one by a man.

back    114 Despite women out-numbering men in decision-making roles, university graduations, millionaires and jobs, "BATTER" has escalated to "SMASH".

back    115 If my purpose is to evolve and become a star, are earthly wrongs lessons and rungs?

back    117 Royalty may not be perfect but the alternative is worse, better to make it work

back    117 abuse is classless

back    117 There is much to be said for inherited knowledge.

back    117 Woman + Contraceptive = negated femininity, or, hatred of one's own womanhood.

back    118i Who decides? Who guides? Who accompanies who?

back    118ii The trouble he has with her is matched by her troubles with him

back    118iii BaBoBA Batter Bonk Betray Abort escalated to SmaFuBeKi (Smash Fu** Betray Kill).

back    121 A few words from her and he is, "turned - to - stone"

back    122 I see my mistake when it is too late

back    124 Liver, spleen, heart, lungs, bones radiate continuous self expression

back    128 If a modern calendar-clock were sent back ten thousand years, would it still synchronise with the moon and the sun?

back    130 Before 'The Fall', none of these were known: work, self-pity (egotism/self-importance), pornography, war.

back    130 In the next Great Era there will be no such thing as men or maleness, bulls, rams, cockerels all will be driven out.

back    136 Everything I do, I do for you. - Brian Adams.

back    139 Asked on television why his new dating site excluded women over 40, a man explained, "because they're rotten fruit"

back    142 Middle Age: Where hope and aspiration are eroded by regret and remorse.

back    145 All things are possible? I can barely change what I think

back    146 M.A.D. Mutually Assured Destruction, inevitable and inescapable unless we change.

back    146 a woman's response to a remark on how many men died in The Great War (World War I) was what a great benefit their erradication was to women.

back    147 you'll never make a Samurai sword by slapping a metal bar with a wet cloth.

back    152 Gone to the loony machine, your washing is in the dinner bin

back    158 “Receptivity is the whole works” V.L.H.

back    159 “Always be like a teenager who has just been up to mischief

back     Viz Magazine provided the key to the allegory: snake-tree-apple.   VIZ website

back     A warrior, in your situation, would commit suicide.

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