RETURN

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It’s the things that weigh us down/

The petty possessions we pick up along the way/

The things we should never pick up along the way/

But, hey, that’s okay/

These things complete us right

At least according to the sons and daughters of the sons and daughters of Edward Bernais

Of course, not everyone can be a nomad

Or a wandering minstrel

Or a holy hermit sat within the city walls

We did however used to believe the mendicant was closer to god

Christ-like in his raggedy rags

And yet condemned to tread the frozen soil for the duration

We believed in the Holy Idiot, devoid of ego and vanity

Condemned to exist in a world of knaves and scoundrels

Despite his lamb-like purity

We cannot change the world by our actions or inactions

But we can perhaps work toward the perfection of ourselves

For perhaps the life lived perfectly is circular after all

It’s not the degradation of the material form

But the perfection of the immaterial self, the true self

Perhaps a return to grace is a return to our selves

Shedding clothes along the path of life we eventually return to the source, naked

Best then to know for sure who exactly we are when all is stripped away

AWAKE

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So shall we take the path that meanders

Over the aching bridge of Time?

 

Or shall we simply join the herd

And graze all our life-long days

In pastures enclosed and ever-narrowing?

 

Should we surrender our dreams

And surrender our souls

And settle for a life that is guided

By an distant brutal hand,

A hand

That assumes the role of God (?)

 

No.

Christ no.

 

-Listen.

Escape is but in truth return

The narrow confines of the cell-like womb

Cannot

Dictate

The days to follow

See –

Death is not an end

Just as birth is not beginning

Just as Time is not a line

Upon a draughtsman’s board.

 

To transcend this tyranny of Time

Then first my friend, I think we must awaken.

 

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BROKEN MOTHERS

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Back now

Back among all these fussy and fussed-over little suburban lives

A familiar childhood street with everybody foxily boxed-in

Hidden behind post-war porches or masked by privet hedges

All knee-deep in happy myopia

Everybody ordered and happy to belong

Along the street or within the quiet cul-de-sacs with Scottish names

All these pebble-dash frontages and tarmac driveways

A sample smattering of ordered lives afforded tiny luxuries

Time here slows to a manageable crawl

But they seem happy here, within this oasis, living in hope of tender mercies

Then a sudden screams shatters the tranquillity

The piercing cry of a suburban-casualty

That woman you forgot existed in these intervening years

The one whose eyes seemed always close to tears

Now clung to the kitchen counter as men with expressions of grim determination prize her fingers off one by one

I remember now, how

She tried too hard to cling to her daughters, and in doing so she lost her grip on everything

Her banshee screams suddenly shatter this small oasis

And a dozen curtains twitch to witness the broken mother being firmly escorted into the back of a windowless van …

“She tried to grab her husband’s hand” the elderly neighbours will later relate, breathlessly

Wordlessly, ruthlessly they removed her from this world of privet hedges and arched porchways

Away from this tiny oasis to the big house upon the hill

That dreaded place where all the broken mothers go

WHAT THEN?

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What does it say about our sick and skewered society/

And all its bent-out-of-shape priorities/

When we spray the field with pesticides/ and

We spray the fields with insecticides

And in the doing so, we render all the precious bees demented?

 

Eh? – what follows, then?

– What-follows-then –

When we have decapitated the heads of all the great men

And capped off all the mountains

And defaced the face of Mother Earth with depleted-uranium

-What could possibly follow those monumental acts?

What’s more –

What do we do for an encore

After we have torn great gaping holes in our finely woven

And intricately patterned tapestries?

 

And what terrible toll will this maddened drive for profit

Exact upon the mind of man

Exact upon the heart of man

And upon the soul of man

When the honey bee

In its maddened and maddening confusion

Finally forgets its sacred dance

 

 

A POEM TO MADELEINE (ALBRIGHT)

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Screenshot-2018-4-27 Madeleine Albright on Twitter It has been too long since a President delivered a speech in Washington [...]

The former Secretary of State applauds the former Rothschild banker

But let’s be plain: wars assured for evermore is what she really hankers for.

No wonder she concurs with Macron’s pleas for international cooperation

I mean it doesn’t take a seer to decode this code for ‘foreign intervention’

Thank you Emanuel, she purrs, this genocidal  queen

Whose own dreams are nightly shattered by the screams

of 50 thousands screaming weens.

Oh darkest Albright, still you breathe our precious earthbound air

But you are soon to meet your maker in his dingy airless lair

He has a ledger filled with all the blasted lives you breezily enabled

Not to mention the thousands more via endless war you gleefully disabled

With every name he cracks a fiery lash, across your bent and aged back

And with every attrocity screamed aloud as a declaration and decree

The temperature within the room is mercilessly increased

Until the flames are doused by gushing blood that press your face against the ceiling

Where your fearful shouts are all drowned out by the cacophony of screaming.

You are taunted, mocked around the clock by He, you served as emissary

He mocks and chides your lack of light, All-Bright, former whore-hound secretary

 

All those smoking holes and blasted souls

Did you never think there was a toll

The hateful fate of all those huddled weens…

So was it worth the price, dear Madeleine?

 

(60 Minutes Correspondent Leslie Stahl (to Albright), “We have heard that a half-million children have died. I mean, that’s more children than died in Hiroshima. And — and, you know, is the price worth it?”

Madeleine Albright, “I think this is a very hard choice, but the price — we think the price is worth it.”)

 

 

 

 

AMERICA: A PROPHECY

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TRUMPET

America,

The greatest minds of your generation

Were blunted by greed, chemical coshes & rampant consumerism/

-Bright lights carefully dimmed out within dark carriages/ never to be seen again

Replaced by noodle-heads with rampant egos/

Blood-soaked salesmen with meagre brains

Sowing the seeds of their own destruction

Child-like and vain:

Speaking to their own once-mythic greatness.

Speaking from a storm-drain

Lost America

The time of the crowned and conquering child is coming to an end my friend
Just as your time in the lethal sandpit is spent
So relinquish now your magnifying-glass you teenage psychopath
For you cannot sit setting fire to the ants in there forever

America
Fever-stricken, sickened America/ the fourteenth amendment of your constitution bestows the Rights of the individual upon your corporations
So is it any wonder that the corporations trample you underfoot/ with swift impunity?

Monoliths and Cinema-screens –

Snake oil served in jumbo-cups to useless eaters

I’m telling you America, your super-sized tourist hoards will soon be barred from boarding planes abroad

And your slick-salesmen will merrily put you to the sword for the simple fun of it.

For the expediency of it

See joy-stick destruction is like the sweet blood of virgins to these Bathory-bathing-hounds – so look around –

Your communities have all been auctioned off by corporate thugs in tailored-suits

Coz they don’t need hijacked planes no more to take down the prime real-estate

– It just takes cold reptilian calculation in place of hate

So why America

Why?

Why do the ranks of huddled masses grow more wretched and swell with every single passing day?

Let me spare your blushes and break it down for you….
The corporate entity does not care for you

It does not even consider you

For aint you viewed the rushes

Ticker-tape updates in tent-city is bull-shit for the bulrushes

And this gravy-train only goes one way

So if you are truly chosen as you so often say, then you had better pray
you had better pray America

For these psychopaths have no loyalty to your land-mass – thus once your money-supply, food, water, and gas has become sufficiently depleted – they shall move on with barely a backwards glance

The crescent moon choke-hold and the petro-dollar stranglehold is ever-weakening

So what exactly is there left stop it crumbling?

Can you not hear the approaching juggernaut a-rumbling?
Your simpering snowflakes tried to warn you of a coming mighty avalanche
buy many left among you think you still have a semblance of a chance

Dance

Dance America

Dance to the tune of the latest incarnation of robber-baron-in-chief
and cheer

Cheer as the king of cheats robotically bleats: America first! America first!

And as the Jekyll island jackals suck the remaining marrow from your bones

Under cover of night the Prez quietly boards his corporate jet alone

Zap! Wham! And Holy Cow!

Look at the sandpits burn like oil-slicks now!

 

 

SOCIALIST CORTINAS (TOP GEAR REMIX) STEVE MCAULIFFE & THE MIGHTY UR

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God all-bloody-mighty! –The sheer futility of trying to teach these snot-nosed kids a lesson in history!

Let me tell you about the miserable nineteen-seventies

You lot, you know nothing about the Winter of Discontent! I say.

Bolshie lazy British Leyland workers

Striking for the right to sleep in the back of the Ford Cortina’s they were too lazy to even polish

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