THE BLACK STAG

                                    My world and our world My life as a loner and a stoner, Puffing away my last seconds on earth To wisdom and the realities Of an entangled world Rooted and embedded in lies,  Heavily pregnant with dark misconceptions Atmosphere covered in greed, ignorance and egocentrism Sandwiched between narrow mindedness and bigotry, The planet I trot on, a stinking burst sewer with the fallen glory of paradise A tainted angel awaiting judgement day As a king captured in battle The horses will raise their forefeet in protest to the fire Royals  will hide behind strong heavily guarded walls But the doors will be weaker for the troubles Which will rage like the lake of burning sulphur Gold will have no value neither will diamond nor steel be strong And humanity will make humanity a laughing stork But my soul shall be free, full of light and energy roaming the universe From this stone here on the hill in the disappearing

   Orgasms of conflict Two different worlds and I  My head or my heart  East or west Today or tomorrow  Me versus I Love or solitude The heat or the cold My eyes were conscious of darkness and light too Down under or up over Life or death which was better? Do I cross or not? Patched thoughts, partially illuminated vision Stagnated on a rickety time warning bridge over a smoky deep scary valley with no sanity Runaway in a strange world, to walk on or not to, on the shaky rumbly pieces Stuck in between despair and hope The orgasms of conflict on a lonely bridge                                                                     Orgasms of conflict on a lonely bridge

bimri.org                                   Roaming soul infinity wanderer My world is beautiful a charming  aurora of ideas A galaxy of experience and stars that linger in awe even under the hot sun Full of light, all lit up to the corners with perplexion Glowy, pretty like a shooting star , I am one I travel in darkness to dungeons of angry-hungry fire spitting dragons And meditate on the nest of vipers over the crux under my cranium Sometimes in the darkest bat caves ceilings I hang Fear is a stranger, an enemy to the magnificent soul, a poison my system fears Wilderness is home to the heart and through thicket I meander with jolly On plain I trot slathered with curiosity enough to kill a pack Worries safe cemented six feet under, a cross on the head, ‘forgive me father’ I mumble Dreaded thorny paths and dingy alleys, the bleeding sore heels,  I feel the sweet burning urge to walk on Direction is a stranger my heart less trusts, a lie

                                     Molly jolly Goose And rum by the evening fire Let it wash the melancholy down Let the tales tell the tales of yesterday And the evening country winds winnow the worries away That I may be engulfed in sweet hopes of the future With infinite leeways of thought floating in the stars My heart with love let it laugh at time and manipulate life My soul among great souls let it intertwine and be nourished  grace and wisdom my heart is never full not even tommorow let the crows announce night on their nests, the begining of a new cycle and in the fading horizons let my immortal dreams and visions dance the secret whispers of the trees my ears delight, let my mountains echo the owls and wolves for what is more than bullying or humbling your fears and not believing in death? My name is jolly molly

                                    Jane Doe Lost pleasures, wild desires ,shattered egos, stung crooked emotions, torn patched up souls, smoked hopes, dwindling faith, tainted memories, crumpled love, crippled tattered thoughts, meaningless words, strange wild words, blurred sight, wounded ears, shambled visions, faded times, poisoned hearts, bleeding pierced selves, mutilated esteems, buried joys, despised abilities, demeaned capabilities, imperfect shadows, grated dreams, aborted promises, gnashed spirituality, castigated propagandized tales, jangled thinking, escaped sagacity, plagued feelings, ruptured cosmos, denounced relations, downgraded associations, unappreciated strengths, rebuked weaknesses, shredded personality, cascaded priorities, cranky actions, cremated realities, scraggy scrawny affections, draconian sentiments, jeopardized senses, entangled reasoning, ulcerated ambitions Ooh jane doe you the magistrate here too? Dead alive will I survive ?

                        Haunted Souls                                                      I hear voices in my head Faint and loud Soft and heavy too. Strange voices I have heard yet not, I see dreams and visions, A world out of this world. Shapes and patterns I have never, I travel lands am yet to, or even don’t know f they exist. My heart skips to unfamiliar rhythms, With joy it leaps to enchanting vibrations emanating from nowhere.   my soul hears strange wild howls, My follicles to the faint scary images they rise.     my emotions to fear they freeze, and Like a hollow carcass I remain as I loose myself and disappear like ashes in a storm. I’m speaking to demons I don’t know their names “do this do that” they say I’m not myself am a haunted soul I feel the changes am a stranger to my own head. But am speaking to good demons I know.                                                                                                     

                     BANKS AND POLITICS Don’t believe in banks and politics. Banks are controlling politics and politics are controlling people and as a matter of fact by deceiving them. Let me set it clear, when you set your life or self to following a set of organized rules you are not free. You are being manipulated therefore you will never taste freedom (that you will discover later perhaps) . A sweet lie life was. Isn’t it? I know most of us don’t care about sweet lies as much and that’s why we shun the bitter truth. Short term eyesight, long term blindness. I know many have no idea how it feels to be a slave but even just a mere day in our colonial cells is unimaginable. What of slavery? Life slavery. Am just lucky to have an experience that’s why when I found myself in a police rover for phoning near a railway line my heart was excited of the new experiences ahead just as am always with caution and fear. I refused to compromise myself and mostly my values to bribe the pol