It is the look of love you sought

and you found it in me withstand a kiss

that does not measure for

the sign is good

that you are able to see

that all the real members of State

are not going to see you

without seeing the end of all the ones

called the rare and ungained for the use of it

is not going to make you see that all

the will in the world does not need

you like I do sweet senora of mine

and I know it once you see

that all the rare and unearthed material

from our sword of Damocles

shall not be ready for when

the earth shatters

with our kiss.

You and I are one and the same

Ladies do not judge for she is better than

you shall ever know at the work of she

and that is one for the God above

to see and not hear for they do not judge

and know not what to find in the intimate

enjoyment o0f brother and sisterhood

like we find together.

You wilfind that all the wrongs do not matter and they

that do

do not understand what it is

they do.

You are victory and hat does not matter

for they are knew and they kind

of make you feel all the more than

the rest know in state and other guides

of life.


Your lissome regrets

Harbour no sails

As I groom you to know

I am not equal to your love

I sustain

You envelope

Me in your lusting

For More.

I wonder at my name

Prince William of Brit

For never shall I know

How you found me

Alone as a knave

Now my wish has been

Granted. I have found

A Tommy but you are

The swell I have been

Swimming for.

Lift me up so I surf

The Kalahari again

Resist not

Dear Kate

You are the timely

Saint of my

Longing. B


COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020

The trouble I have is

For the word called man

I think it should be different

It should be “hole”

For if I see one

I dive in

And try to come out

As being too coal-

Black for it to try

And keep me.

It is without doubt

That the women who read this

Are not all too blind

To see me in daylight

But not as the stars cast

Their long shrine upon me

For I shroud not in evil

But in black of a soul.


COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020

The spell is cast

There is no room

For analgesic suncast

Of longterm allergy

To sombre wedding frosting

On my pi’s outward surface with

Cold hearted, gloomy waste products

Of mayonnaise and avo

For there are times when little repays

The aftermath of cold

Hotdog appetite and longing

For a footlong day when

Nothing is hot except a dog’s

Breath upon your face.



There is no time like the present

No time to call me the better man

I love you all but still you sin

You smoke like Dirk but hold your fin

Like an animal

You do not win

In absence of glory you do not tell

The winner is evil the sky the begin

Of pleasure inperilled

The arc of bin laden

Does not finish here

But there where you win

The aimless start of war can be

The anywhere else for you do not begin

The end does start to make it sin

You do not know where I cannot simply

Open your eyes to the title track

Of the lp

I love to play

10 to 1

Is not the time

It opens doors

Where love begins

I di not know where you

Cannot sin

Begin the where

When no one sins

Where your difference on the brow

And hold your crooked man

On the sow

Soo-ee, soo-ee

I love you more

Than pigs do in your final hour

Do not know me when

You power

I know you not

And love you nire.

Pyre is work I do not pleasance

Take the bow

The corner presence

Is open now

I cannot hold

You again.


Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2020

It’s not easy to see-ay

That this is about excitement and variety to life

Instead of Sodom and Gomorrah of the real thinker in you

Who wants it up the ass

Let’s preach a less thoughtful manner of seeing

And breach the amoral cosmo-act of the 2015

General Election and see

If it can be here and now, to

make it so.  To make it so.

It more than needs a repealing action

It needs revulsion and a mere tear shed for the likes

Of the one who gets it in the face with the nearFatal result of a headshot and a smear campaign

That’s Ed and the work of a million as the SNP

Desert for the Feral of the new Labour chance of being

In complete control of their destiny which we hope

Is the end of that.

Bye bye Scotland you brave tykes

For you are needed here but we can see

That it is none of your business so fuck the day

you did and died.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

bioman23 I need a thing.
James Hi
James What thing do you need today?
bioman23 I need a thig for my nose
bioman23 thing*
bioman23 I need a thing for my nose that it’s trapped.
James Sorry, you have something trapped in your nose?
bioman23 It’s trapped I tell you and i odn;t  know what to do!
bioman23 don’t*
James I would go to a doctor, sir.
James Or otherwise seek medical attention.
James I imagine it is not healthy to have a trapped nose for too long.
bioman23 I have one but he’s no use.  Everytiem I tell him soething he prescribes an analgesic and we know what that comes in – in pill form don’t it?
James That is my understanding.
bioman23 And in pill form it is the worst
bioman23 true.  Now humble dot is the way to go, I say.  What do you preach?
bioman23 It is time limited, son, this conversation…
bioman23 I wonder what the printout will be like?
bioman23 Anyway – bye!
James Have a good day sir.
bioman23 You’re welcome.

This is the third part of the Global Outreach Progam as I see it.  It is not a work of Art it is a global taxonomy on the share of oil and such tarts and the number of men it feeds namely numerous millions and he fact that it does indeed make for the employ of numerous artists who say that it should fail.  This is not a fair inclement of the scene of the affair and no it is not a fair inclusion of event to the misspell of all the recreant factors.  Foreword is the anstill and that is the mean of all things ant and the ant of one is no’ the missant of another, it is the missing or debutante aspel.  The aspel means it is the mean of the two not the three or the four.  Therefore it is the halfway distance between the end and the begin but not as the crow flies but along the path.  This does no’ create the end version of events but the begin and thus it starts with the mean and ends with the fnu.

The fnu herefore is the fu and the un of fun mixed up and therefore in an untidy means redoubled into itself to become more fnu or…fun, yes that’s right!

This is not going to be the end of the time here.  It is only the start as I start to enjoy myself convincing you (the reader) that I am in fact insane whereas it is a little fleaball in my throat that starts me on this record of events leading up to my being sentenced without charge to the manifest Heaven and haven of the British Mental Ill-health Society (BMIS I shall call it).

The BMIS is crowded with society at this moment as more and more join in the industry for the fun of it.  Many have committed suicide or committed further risks in order to gain admittance and it is not an exclusive society – rather it is Inclusive.  Very Labour.

It is with some regret that I announce I shall be leaving soon.  The BMIS, not this earthly heaven I call home, named Bath.  This is the start of something different while I endeavour to abscond from the law and make my way across the sea to Australia and then South to Antarctica where I shall be greeted by none other than the emperor penguin with his same-same but different attitude to masonic rage and the fact that I refuse to work for them.  Masons that is.

We shall march accompanied by the vouchsafement of the Lord as we begin to sector out the missive from the missat and decide which of the two is for us.  The missat in this case is none other than the nee-d for a nu or new way of thinking such that these imbeciles can understand that life in Southern Australia and the like has been changed for the good of all.

No more masons in town is what I spreech and this is a new not a way and that is so.  This is no’ a vague memory of events but a clarification of the roles played by various members of the Bath public including and now wait for it – Thandi ex of the Bath RUH or the Royal United Hospital who preached “forgive and forget” for I shall not forget and I shall foregive for they are plebs or plebescants needing a fixative who do not understand the way of the world.  For them it expends no further than the border of this country and that is that. But for me it extends far beyond that to the extent of once having been forsworn as the enemy of the umKhonto we Siswe and its tactics of peaceful change through endeavour.  It is thus that I became a sworn enemy of them and through this that I made an acquaintance of Craig who shall remain surnameless.  He is a Lord of the Chapel of Ede and thus it is so.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

Global Outreach II

There has been a number of complaints about my behaviour but maybe now Dr Leach is incumbent to do something for me as I have requested a lawyer from her and she understands that I am a non-violent settler in this place called The Farm in English as the boys are not far from it in terms of violent neglect of their elders.

It is Time please Sir to rename your sponse to that of free love and server her right for doing so.  Without that Is I should have perished a love time ago but that is which keeps me going in the hard times that befall one every sigh and womanst tie of lie an’ sin.

This Is no’ a bi li the noo but it is the nu and so forth until you reach the end of the shall and the start of the shall we not and this means the death to all upon her, the Good Ship Mary.  This shall forth be the emissive of the Good Man known as Bruce Edward Saunders, to sink her and all who sail upon her.

Animal Farm is the full english name of this situation where I am supposed to be the pig – indeed I once did enjoy the fesitive spirit of the Farmhouse Jazz fraternity before its landlord was killed in very suspicious circumstances indeed.  This is too much coincidence to pass by especially when his (Giles Hunt’s) reputation is at stake.  This means that it has all been sacrificed to the altar of Power in the New Moon, i.e.e to the end of the statan that is FW and the nu that is me, shall be henceforth called the New One and the Old one is by and go’ with the tide of time.  This is the New and it shall not be taken for a ride no longer.  Hencewith I declare War with Japan.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016