Friday, 15 September 2017

Earths Ambassadors Hindrance Hail


"I could care less
for the all seeing eye,
the only eye
I care for is Earth's,
her eye being the sky,
under her she will know
who was her truth
and
who was her lie,
Gaia is judgement before
her father and most will
suffer before and after they die"

We better stop hurting earth,
or our children will die before
they even get to give birth,
the planet is now
a haven for war,
it seems love is in a few
and
those who hate will feel her
elemental roar.

I am starting to wonder...
are scientist the aliens
as well as the military?
dropping bombs on her
and her children,
less forests
and
another new cemetery,
mother earth is now a
spinning obituary.

Captains of America,
there are
Captains of this planet,
who are here to protect
Gaia's life, why do you reject?
just to test weapon prospects,
missiles are your phallus you
force up her dress.

We talk about diversity,
only in the sense of humans,
animals are earths balance
as we unbalance their homes
to build more factory zones,
this will go against us one day,
we will be buried as A.I is left
in our catacombs.

Atmosphere,
At Most
she will bring
Fear
her mood tends
to become more
aggressive year by year,
2017 Hurricanes are one
part of her rage,
she is yet to make herself clear.

Climate change
does not seem that strange,
we got over abundant so we
could sustain,
now earth has sussed
and
it seems we are the stain,
it's us who brought her pain,
once a beautiful planet,
but people had become vain,
it would be her pleasure
to wipe us humans off her plain.

She is being pumped
full of toxins,
I feel it when she cries
acid droplets,
bees are losing there way in nature
because the world has advanced
in robotics,
or when she spews fish to the sure,
because mercury is in her
reservoirs, oceans and faucets.

There is a hole in the sky,
clouds are no longer
created by god,
but by men who know
how to vaporize,
cover their trails of chemicals
with conspiracy and lies,
spray it under people
who don't care or don't realize,
as we run around speculating,
this is nothing but a weather exercise.

What about on the ground?
tectonic plates,
the devil has his fork when
the volcano erupts
and
Poseidon when you
see tsunami waves,
which waves bye bye
to innocent villages and states,
it seems man is the new god
and
wants to be in charge
of many fates.

Earth is our birth right,
we let man do so much wrong,
Micheal Jackson made that clear
in his Earth song,
so did the film FernGully
the film had a message,
which today still stands strong,
but as she weakens,
so do we
and as
Earths Empath

WE DO NOT HAVE LONG...

(Earth Poem Pamphlet in LINK
get in her sync)

Saturday, 9 September 2017

systems victims


I am a victim
of the system,
they told me I
could be somebody,
but I seem to be getting
used by corporal bodies.

A class room full of adults
who also had dreams,
who were taught they could
do all sorts of things,
but now they wear neck strings,
caffeine junkies,
drinking cans of that stuff
that says it gives you wings;

Never to go higher
in their job,
they only go to the top,
if you want to test
if you can fly,
they can feel
they are not living
in a broken system,
why they go to
the top and dive.

My friends are victims,
they stay stagnant in society,
afraid to take risk
just in case they miss
overriding their priority,
as they struggle to own
their own monopoly.

The youth are victims
to the system,
zero hour contracts,
no constant wage packs,
jobs with no prospects,
they play musical chairs
with the check out tills
and
office desks.

My mother is a
victim to this system,
been working since
she was a teen,
years later she's
the one in pain under paid,
mum when I do make it...
I will take you out of the
nightmare and share my dream.

My great grandma
was a victim to
the slave system,
no work, whip them,
the cream made farms
and
bread race,
the lighter the face
the higher the stay,
in the masters house
who may feed you
the bone off his steak.

I don't want my daughter,
to be a victim to this system,
I say stay child like don't let
them mold your clay,
You are beautiful,
follow your mothers ways,
no cosmetics on her face,
she also brings babies
to this earth place,
a motivated woman,
so you shall,
I can see it when you skate.

My father is no victim,
but a wise man,
he survived 5 decades
without slaving for this land,
I admire that living free,
not helping of any devils hand...

Please god help...

I don't want my son to be
a victim to this system,
I always promote living,
dreams can be real
as long as you have intention;

It's a new world,
forget old ways,
teachers are only right
as the system says,
they only prepare
you to take over
your parents wage,
please son hack their code
and live out your true DNA.

We are all victims
to multiple systems,
from government
to religions,
we will forever
be victims if we
don't change
our decisions,
or
forever be called
to work serving
their lies and conditions
never to master
your true power missions.

Wednesday, 30 August 2017

Gothenburg de ode


"Gothenburg hear I am,
been Stockholm,
all over the Swedish motorways
to private getaways
and
others farm land,
this is my European utopia
next to Amsterdam"

Intro...
I enter a house,
spider says hello,
my lady hates them,
every other minute,
she is covering one with a bowl,
until her mum wakes up
and
frees the trapped 8 legged soul.

Next morning...

Cancers are crab catching,
father and son
are rock running,
stone throwing,
seagull babies are moaning;

Mummy seagull took the crab bait,
took it to a higher place,
taunting, 
but it was bagged so in her face,
me and my son retrieve the bag,
so mother and daughter
can continue their day.

I walk the country road,
every 5 minutes I must step
aside for the Volvo,
so much so my son drops
in a ditch hole,
laughter for my soul.

Hay Hay
is what they say,
Smiles from locals,
I love their language,
when they speak it,
sounds like a
combination of yodels.

So much space,
hills I want to skate,
instead I free run
with the rocky landscape,
movement with earth body
and
spirit is life,
sitting is waste
and
adds to the waist.

A cat lays upon the shrub,
no fear whatsoever,
gives me love with a rub,
affection with a head hug.

Blackberries and apples,
a picking for every corner,
no corner shops,
no every little helps,
help yourself,
no V.A.T,
just natures shelf.

Young boy in the supermarket
on his scooter,
liability is a mystery,
in London instant tackle
from security.

Head mistress tells me
to tie my laces,
I thought school was finished
and
I was on a holiday,
clearly she did not want me
to fall whilst a play;

Madam mistress
gives me a tour of her school,
a forest, skate spots,
basketball court,
in the younger
children's playground,
I swing, go down the pole
and
climb up their rock wall.

I see why people jog,
long roads, beautiful
sunrises and sunset, fresh air,
why their health is on top,
if you want that fast food,
it's a long walk to the shop,
you would have burned
what you ordered
as you walk back home
on the hill,
instant burn off.

At dinner there is
nothing but wine,
the man of the house brings
some rum to add to my fun.

I am surrounded by women,
If all swedes are not models,
others are role models,
teachers, preachers,
who fuel life like fossils.

My journey ends
with me on top of
a drive through mountain,
where I climb a tree,
jump gaps like Luigi
with my green family,
now to catch a 6am flight
from Gothenburg to
London's insanity...

Haydor...
until my next visit
with the head mistress.

Wednesday, 23 August 2017

Maggot Man.. What A Week


Maggot man,
this was not part of the plan,
I was just a cat sitter,
not a egg murderer,
I'm a vegan,
but I had to deliver my hand,
neighbor complains,
but I can't make her understand.

Wait... what of your week?
my girlfriend is on holiday
her mums house
I am left to keep,
I find all sorts
that really want to throw,
but again I am a cat sitter,
my job?
refill the bowl and just go;

So I thought...
I have to war with
little larvae,
many eggs they lay,
I don't even eat eggs,
who am I to kill life,
before they get to play?

A fly on earth,
what if god decided to
kill all humans worth,
poor lava on our larvae,
because we are garbage,
eat garbage
and
litter on her turf.

day 2 maggots
in prepared cat food bag,
first two days my gloves
were a sandwich bag,
day 3 of cleaning,
they are chicken eating,
I have to wash this too,
my life was feeling
like a drag like I was
the lowest of my lowest
the weekend something
made me mad, even sad,
at that point I could have
went and turned mad...

Care workers come
into my head,
it is clear I have
heightened my respect,
to care for the elderly
whom may be enable
and
sick in their bed,
cleaners, sanitary duties,
sometimes they got
to be a chef,
the government better
raise the cheque,
taking care of their mothers,
if they could vote Le Hornet,
I would up the wage
in the care worker sect. 

Angry Status:
If the bin bag was earth,
maggots feed off garbage
as we do,
garbage news
and
garbage food,
parasites most are to earth,
one day Gaia will say shoo,
now let me add a Haiku:

Maggots in the bin, (5)
neighbor angry at nature, (7)
fly says please buzz off. (5)

Why do I have
to be the guy too fry
something beginning life,
I work with others young eggs,
who I teach how to live before I die,
make shore they get their wings
not leave them on stage one,
I wanna see them fly.

I am pro life,
this I had to abort,
not by choice,
but to avoid a voice
and
maybe a actual brawl,
I done it once for the peace,
but she told me put the bag
back and obviously
they re-spawn,
I had to do it twice,
But this time
the water was warm,
I came back
and
all stopped moving,
I gave the fly larva
a hornet morn.

I relate to the fact they create,
but not easy
when doing it in a human state,
inevitable their fate
to those who wriggle
to work doing garbage hours
from morning until late,
still by garbage food,
which why eggs
most cannot lay,
and
they will say;

Hornet why on hell
do you stick up for a fly,
my answer...
I stick up for the little guy,
the ones we judge,
like us is trying to get by,
we look at the as gross,
but our tax is just as high,
let me have my 21 vegan salute
to the babies of the flies I apologies.

In the end I clean grandmas
whole kitchen, side wiping,
foot mopping
and by the 4th day
I was efficient,
this elderly got me orderly,
speed improvement
and precision,
I took that lesson
back to my home
in my cleaning mission.

After the last day,
I create a salt bath,
honey bubbles,
sage oil and bathe,
my last thought before bed,
midwife I know you deserve it,
but next time please don't go away,
we can tackle it together because one
thing for sure, our team work is GREAT...
my queen  I will see you in the dream space.


Wednesday, 9 August 2017

Wet Wednesday...


Wet Wednesday...

Not the best of days,
today I was way late,
as I could not skate,
I have no need
to get a bus,
plus I don't mind
being like an oyster wet
without using the card,
rather ride my deck
than a double deck,
but the rain was coming hard.

Dry stop,
one of my younger students
has a question
of spiritual concern,
he admits he does not
want to speak
these problems,
I say it's healthy
and
together we shall learn,
what you speak
I am still living,
the answer will be given
in it's karmic turn,
and
you can live your life
without the physical fight,
I will be your light until
the day yours shines firm.

I care for the young ones,
more than I should,
no... it's encoded,
I was sent,
I am seen and heard,
on a scene... but no herd,
to express changing word,
with this changing weather
London youth are constantly
taking each other down,
I only imagine what they could
do if the stand together;

Not in a GANG
Goalless
Attitude
Never
Great
but you can be great
and
have the power to change
the state, do not let any teacher,
determine your life with a black
and white grey grade,
you are colourful,
so be bright as the day,
not night stalkers,
causing grief and grievance
around your estate,
this line was inspired
by my children,
for that were going
to have Wii U play,
we play more than games,
but its ok to lack of sun-ray.

Funny I am surrounded
by young minds,
from 3 to 23,
I want them to be free,
not remain trap behind city lines,
I want to hear it's their world
in their space on Big Ben's chimes.

Today I went home
and
listened to Alan Watts
philosophy,
whilst I wash pots
and
my daughter
wipes the sides
and
my son seasons,
his choice like the season,
it's summer with heavy rain,
so it doesn't have
to be done properly.

I reflect about the week I had,
motivating friends and family,
like inside out I feel sad,
but outside in I smile,
too many people are mad;

Mad in the sense I am crazy,
Mad because she has a baby,
Mad because you want to be his lady,
Mad because she's going out,
Mad because you're never about,
Mad at who gets the children,
getting them
Mad through your daily bout...

Allow me to introduce my night,
I am getting in a bath
full of honey and burning
an incense that smells like pine,
take time to read
and
catch up with my mind,
I feel like I have carried
a mountain this week,
not yet at the peak,
I will set up camp,
wait for the sun
and
continue my climb
toward heavens sunshine.

Under the skies
I wallow on my cries,
I ask...
rain wash away my woes
from my head to my toes,
 I full to my knees in puddles,
fist in the air reciting prose,
telling the divine all I propose,
let it rain on the concrete,
like 2pac let me blossom a rose,
let me be a star that shines
in your cosmos.

Today I was Neo in the rain,
among agents like agent smith,
he multiplies in multiple status
in this matrix,
from the police forces,
to the street kids,
to those in the middle
lost in the mix,
I do not battle with nature,
but am at war with those who
do unnatural things on this planet,
a thousand stings,
I must rest in my nest,
signing off your
poetic yellow jacket.