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There was a time

when all things were made

in Eden.

Everything we owned

was priceless

and involved long hours

of arduour and wealth

procurement. Nothing became

of those things, they rotted

and fell apart but

were never thrown away

as in todays world

where the dump

can easily be mistaken

as a haven for the

insanely collective.

it took many ideas to foment

a pile of rotting soil.

Too many ideas is against

the Lord, I say.

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The use of the word freedom

Is not the only way

To ask for me

To let you go.

I want to see the word called reason

Again, when you want to leave

But don’t close the door.

I want to know if it is not

The work of my asking that shows

You the way to make me

Glad for your silence.

BCDFM

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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.

Bcdfn.

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This is what they say to me

I ain’t a winner and a loser be

there isn’t time for them to run

as I aim and wonder what the trees

have in store for me

where there are leaves

and there are weeds but all the runners

are just plain simple

and done with me as I run

for the hoops of love

and wonder how it is

they do not know

it is about the rights of all

and not the sum of parts

called the re and rhyme of

London

where the lights are on

and no one knows

if it is good

to be here in Bath

where all and sundry

hate me for what I am

ANC and that is what they say

it is not here but there

and I wonder why

it takes a mamba to make it

Ssssssssssss!

Go now and do good

for it is time of the

snake

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And they call them antipsychotics

Olanzipine makes you obese

Aripirazole makes you lactate

Clozapine makes you faint

But I’m not worried about the seniority of the doctors in charge

Who are too young to understand the sensitivity of the psyche

And its warrants to allow those with undue pressures to perform

To allow them to feel secure in the findings of medicine

They don’t understand the use of prescription medicine to help their cause

To understand feelings misjudging them as faithless beings

Inscribed with the factual and not informative.

I feel they are killing us successfully as they use their means to open doors they should leave shut and to close them is impossible once they begin their terror.

Picu is psychiatric intensive care which they do not do. They don’t care and leave you caged with your medicine until you adapt to their way of thinking.

It is sure to be the end of all thinking when they absolve themselves of all jurice prudence and allow the writing to say it all.

Every night, to relax, I get a mild

psychosis on – I am at my

most creative in this state

reviewing what has come before

me in a hazardous slanting

devilled-egg sort of display

that makes me will you to

listen and take faith

for it is in the new ones

that you can commend your

world after you when it is bright in the morning

and dusky dark at night.

I will be then and there and not here and where

as you start the beginning of a new aging in the

world about which you know nothing

as of yet. It is about to begin and they (the government)

do not want you to know it as the starting gun

has already gone off and we begin

to see the abstract art of the vehicle known as

facebook appear to lose all comers

in the display of apache-like warrior men.

I will see it in its place when they all see it

for what it really is – a commentary on civil life

and the start of a control mechanism now it

has been taken over by Trump

and his minions.

 

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There are days when I live in flash

these are the days when I am ill

I wake up in the morning and decide to

have fun

and let the notion take me

spontaneous actions and events

fill me with joy

as my random device

direct accesses

my commutating ring

switching between the real and

the esoterically sombre.

These are good days and intensely

personal. I don’t

like to be interrupted while

I create.

 

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