Deciphering Disciples

Malignant autonomy blatantly blasts-for-me tolerably, trying to live honourably, they label me a vagrant inclination, an unfavourable situation, breathing clashes, catastrophes, living classes through static contrasting philanthropy, fascist emancipatriotic philosophy, tragic semantic melancholy, patience is fluid enough for brewing austerity.

It’s solicited, meticulous part of the plan tomfoolery, contracting diseasing; absent apostrophes, permission to own posthumous trophies, neglible, faking prophecies, watching and forgiving con structured human atrocities, witnessing, constructing biblical differences, doing nothing in systematic symptomatic dichotomy.

Deferential lobotomies, preferential history secretes chronological hypocrisies, illiterates seek metro city hegemony, persons entrapped by iterated monetaries, it’s monotony, funding fundamentalists destroying archived societies in favour of fake social nihilistic niceties…

and here I am, blurting blessings like blasphemy.

cowboys

Politicians are deceptive, beleaguered and senseless…

oncoming dementia, assessing misadventure,
emerging dimensions, verging suspensions
supposed equilibrium, defibrillating milleniums,
each foreign forum, ignoring decorum,
exponentially increasing, now there’s more of them…

slave to their ways: this critical acclaim,
political claim exclaims freedom from strain,
a means to an end, all this time is spent,
proverbial advents miseducating guests,
mortgaging homage to soldiering our dead,

soldering bullets stealing income for rent,
dedicating vessels filled with cement,
in the end, every cent, meant nothing in strength,
disintegrating wealth, incoming gaps fully spent,
cuts in education spitting out health,

sending henches to trenches, ejecting our stealth,
memorial benches helping the rest unforget,
exploded dentures remain the only effects,
sipping tipsy iced tea slipping on decks,
unwanted babies lusting for sex,

unable to recollect last nights events,
wounded infects a moral stench of death,
perpetually lost in mainstream eclectic,
ich bin eccentric seen as being defective,
lest we’re forgetting who forged our defences?

another Sunday morning

Why do I write? Nothing will change. I’m still sitting here re-arranging deranged sayings, displaying inner sanctuaries within an invisible centre stage. Indivisible rage. My political stance versus their invidious slants. Insidious chance for me to vent and rant. A window for you to see with whom I’m accustomed to bant, er. It’s just a game. Laze. Crazy stardom fetish plays. Shakespeare mocked governments and crowns back in the day. So many years on, parties are the same. In it for personal benefit and capital gains. Judge, jury, execution: just because death isn’t punishment doesn’t mean we as a people are more humane. In fact. It points to statute and law: our situation is more insane than it was ever before. Beating at my door step, collecting debt is the subject they’d prefer we were dying for: building us up as habitual sitcoms and dotcom minotaurs.

…inspiration used to be mystical musical scores, taking us to heaven rattling off worries on the ocean’s shores…

This era propagates fame as the aimed-for cure. Battling drones in airspace, abuse in cyberspace, remnant rockets roaming across superspace, for Godsake, all I want is a little bit of space. My space. Even that’s branded now by just in time flooding timbered lakes deliberate decisions passed off as mistakes. I ache to achieve a thread that any visionary repeats with ease. It’s a reprieve. History cannot be retrieved, the future is bleak. Oblique frames in times to come, splinters for which I weep outquest the truth for where I am from: if only tears could turn these deserts sweet. Raw meat, flesh and skin us under these plains…

…never the twain shall meet; though we art pilgrims we plunder our weighty faith arguing against man’s depraved craves selling lives in exchange…

Slaves to old gold and superiorly complex ways we should wait, create unity instead they pulverise states concentrating on discontinuity traits: setting pathways for clay cast mould set in stone conforming to every witch way instead of wizarding rites of one’s own, stalemate damp has me cold eating my bones. Disassembling trend getting, jet setting, military crones, flying flags for worship to mad man made segregating cement killing zones.

…I wear a heart of glass around my neck you breathe through one of stone…

I beseech thee and less is more than you bestow, slow growth and economics fails us all. They stand tall, we fall short on the brink of lording noughts, loading thoughts…loading…loading…

…brazen bullets goading ghosts hosting mostly bought freedoms paid with blood…

Deaf, blind, paralysed, dumb. Numb to our ores, embryos restored to life with fully rotten cores, heedless seed sowed and sprinkled to weed sparking nervous special needs scarcing sources, pretending it’s semantic magic damaged senseless it’s all courses for horses, hoarse divorces…every inch clinched into a cliche of clicks, gravity grabbing hands depravity pulverising shock awe tactics.

You’re selling fishes to the selfless having us believe silly monsters lurk underneath, sinister ministers meddle niches with sneaky sheens, polish off the glass wiping the slate clean; each perpetuating sequel seems an equal genius holds only themselves esteemed.

Son of a King

Does Man really know what heart is? Fury over logic, bliss it’s a trip, they’ve got you trapped into facts lacking intelligent contemplatives. Stained teeth exploding wisdom splitting up a united kingdom for a par with the queen’s head, nations built on blood spill matter of fact over kill, wash it down with mulled wine and barbecues: a spoonful of medicine, astute living substituted for disfigured mannequins whilst I’m screaming inside my head, you can all bear witness and testify, and repeat it invisibly under your breath…I wasn’t meant for this earth; I was born to higher planes. I’ve let living clay drag me down to salacious levels of fake sane.

A concoction for social delusion, a messy mass of human conclusion, key players pose peace as a means of destruction, signing up to shifting idealisms and human constructions, identity splits my body aura from an innate inner soul which spits out my environmentally factored spirit to regain control, and here we are again sliding letters over difficult men killing alphabets against slanderous diction sets, voices ridiculing disfigured senses, dense phonetics spelt out for you so you can clearly hear significant silences, sauna runs across your avid tongue spilling acid in my midst, live ammunition to slay the pre-tense in your enamoured convicted penchant for ballistics over sense…

I sear thee my dear I take allegiance my liege, sealed in waxen oath, your liaison, lies eh son? officiating lucky levels beyond reasonable overdose, you who offend my oxygen, pristine existence: suspended comatose, breathless, caught implementing decryption you see but you don’t have credible evidence, building up a case from concrete malevolence searching for deliberate deliverance, rasping knuckles with backstreet gangsters ignorant of angst from innocent youngsters, race against trace against losing your face, you’re laying out foundations, incarcerated, blaming fated damnation attacking nails in decorated coffins: inflating salvation for a colossal duration born of stealth…

Synthetic just is, blowing up our masjids will never be enough so murky, merking keys, this, it’s meant to be mind over matter just ice and peace, my reality shatters chattering chapters against benevolent teeth, quill filled then felled by jubilant superintendents supplementing refreshments sipping on doughnuts dunked in tea, fresh intelligence replenishes meticulous contractors contemptuously, contentiously ignoring the former in substitution for the latter you see, scatter your two face lack of grace shame faced collage compelling disgrace fully, compiling compliant standards for dealing in ecstasy, propensity for perplexing proximity, perpetuating perpetration double helix flexibility and every time I spin my head to re- re- re- adjust…

I’m de-crowning mullahs, ayotollahs, la-illa-ha, astagfirullah! damnation! running from stones screaming argh! yet i am blessed and see ordained angels crowning caliphs instead, wishes falling from stars eradicating who We are, under the breath of the only one who can save us from death, lest We beget triumph over trumpets, unblessed justice: still so blind and yet they have supposedly come so far, deeds seen by those who breed evil seed, greed incarcerating lost hearts forgetting how to feel, once beating true to piano key beats black and white together instead we’re separated by seas of slavery whilst they dine with champagne and caviar…

We watch you commune with demons, scheming, theming, stealing, evicting statements of fact discussing dismissive providence, listening to the president, burnt stench of feathers circulates putrid carelessness, reluctant plaintiffs plaintively hide here whilst We seek over their intruding prudence, creatively dispossessing, disposing indigenous residents in favour of intruding immigrant strength, politicising potent palmistry: pathetic fallacy synthesises progressive mess, callous monarch abets peasant states for a lucrative pageant stretch, showing zero tolerance for immunity or any penance for addictive wealth, pontificating litigation whilst the rich collect illegally and invest in purchasing impunity…

Stocks and shares, relentless coats of arms instigating scientifically proven financial health handed down from generations whilst I accept sceptical hand-me-down sensations, spectre sceptres and crown orbs conjecture heresy born of bloodline annunciations, heritage is specifically democratic molestation, warped genetics imminently horrific eminently frenetic generalisations, warned and unheeded, practice like we don’t need him, illegitimate legacy borne of hedonism, ancestry leveraged, filled with defeatist bigamist deceit, greedily reaping labour from a once struggle-free creed planting seed, weeding bleeds believe me, historical continents made millions on darker skin being unfree, when we lived off our land in purity as slaves, now we live on the land in poverty preparing for our graves, covert offensives averting danger, alerting overt operations ending in failure, commodity replaces humanity, code red, danger! Danger! Danger!

Rage and anger, I suggest every one of them should be under gate arrest after the completion of every one of their rinsed spinning speeches filled with contrived sentences, they, who show preferences to all lack of penitence, penny tenses, burning up coherence for resurgent intentions, I attest my confession to stagnant professions providing concessions to appropriate directing lengths, We’re unheard whilst they herd Us into constructed configured constrictions, concentrating on us as victims with fictitious afflictions instead of connecting construed negligent contradictions: social nucleus for us, to them: mucus for riotous reticence, you are complicit complacent carousels: cases for reference: chaos, my complaint confronts a split in social cohesive irreverence.

Plain Sailing

Statue of liberty: stoning for unity, signatory for democracy is a signature to irony, treble and basic idiosyncracies, trouble and base parliamenteries, international inter bank indemnities, split personalities, presidential precedence, campaigns filled with eloquence, trick you into believing they’re righteously benevolent, it’s a coup, eat up wetted foccacia with cuckoo soup, make yourself a quick brew, coo coo you into believing spending on militaries is all good it’s all construed: millions of your brethren die of thirsting starvation because their water’s deuced, reduced, servicing fat cats licking whiskers with fully fatted clotted cream of the crop, stray kittens losing lives living off the milk of human kindness, or maybe not…

every government is corrupt: every country has its poorly, if there was purity surely minds would not be induced: consumed by fury, deceiving landscapes, natives grieving whilst imperialists leave countries in a worse state than when they went in, part of the planned investigating, entering long scaled centuries raping the territories, sentries turning on communities firstly protecting now regulating, neglecting, forgetting, cemeteries filled with bones and death wishes, believing spurious lies instead of detecting emissions…

dissecting dormitories filled with secret truths, covered-up stories, who really fell the two falling storeys two fingers representing grimy primed glories, sitting in the murky waters: grim fascist capacities, passionless politics and lunatic calamities, nuclear famine please sir more of this dopamine, passing the morphine….where there is money, greed will inevitably breed, seed of need, paradigm shifts stick as continents drift, drafts, clicks us declaring us morally bankrupt as predicted recession hits us…

Columbus saw the Americas and thought it could change us, destiny of the world reverts, who gave him his permission as conflicted wars still begin, commencing, propagating, simulating an eternal war for independence.