No Slave Left Behind

 

no slave left behind
soon chipped for progress to lose myself with my digital id
neural-linked to my cbdc wallet/ personalised variegated currency
my credit allowance expiration dates/ rewritable scrubbable history
integrating valued behaviours/ bespoke personality
my neo-akashic record to present all with all my psychic leakage
and stamped with my jab-dna passport kept healthy
i might freely roam right to the very glassy edges
to the very glassy edges of this my endearing fifteen-minute/mile city
no slave left behind
no slave left behind..

no slave left behind
the singularity will beam me my repurposed state of mind
eager to be pump-primed/ earn privileges i shall receive treats
more flexible expiry dates more potency-points more sweeties
i will comply and i will comply/ vacuum-packed tripseed
starlink pleroma i will report the dissidents and dislikers
i will be as one with the smart city grid/ all-seeing-eye
i will be licensed a new future-to-past
i will sport spinning glitterball eraserbubbletm irises
no slave left behind
no slave left behind..

no slave left behind
protein worms/ munificent offerings/ the beneficent messiah a.i.
electromagnetic panoptic prism/ synthetic limitless hedgerow skies
i shall be the empty goblet energised
pouring forth bountiful numbness aligned
less i be rearranged and reassigned
lesser designed
deported to a gamma-man entrainment reeducation leasure camp
andrenochrome scooped to be grated dappled/ clamped/ fish-tanked
no slave left behind
no slave left behind..

sterile and pure/ lights out/ the ventilator that passeth all understanding
smart lampshade/ trigger monitor/ liquidator retinas/ blow-up sophia-love
shorn-note songs/ activated neon tatt throngs/ fluoridated pilgramages
my pine cone readied to pendulum swing/ empowering zip-ventilated wings
pureblood-gonged/ shed on/ golden graphene/ monsoons of aluminium
no slave left behind
no slave left behind..

racing to this boundary
but the engine cuts out
and as it rolls to a crawl
all the doors lock..

i somehow smash my way out
and beneath the unlit undusted trees i run
then a cloud-strober
then a flash and then another 
a searing heat shoots up and down my spine shattering
splintering i explode
fall onto the wasteland barren a meadow of real grass
fade..

and am i dead..

asleep i awake
what a strange and bad dream
why would i imagine even doing such a ridiculous thing..

no slave left behind
no slave left behind..

Senryu '23

 

noisy distractions
lid the deafening silence
as hidden wheels turn..

In Loving Silence

 
faux stained-glass windows baffle the echoes of trickling sand
strummed souls plucked and picked flicker
the fear-amplified loom over themselves out-of-body 
the dark preacher booms light he lassoes extraordinarily renditioned
loving light turned inside-out
and straight-jacketed in sackcloth and hateful understanding
the voice and presence the earthen judge with alibis
grim-faced with conviction
regular hot ash and fries..

he need not forgive himself for condemning the experienced
as spaghetti strings of frankincense veil the polished message-mincer
curlicues of guilt encircle the blamed annointed with malevolence
the dusted eyes raise up so fearful beseech the tulpa flames 
the damned for heaven claimed
and disposed of before their expiration date..

and in a bar somewhere
a kind and wise and wayward man
listens to the deepest secret of a troubled stranger
after she unburdens herself
she gossamer brushes his hand the sincerest blessing
a vodka-washed thank-you angel feathered..

contemplative for a while they remain
they remain in a shared and generous chrome-reflective silence
a generous silence that both the creator and the barman understand
they part ways once and forever
the listening voice again has spoken
the listening voice that never asks for anything in return..

A Half-Trash Gentleman Surveys His English Garden

 

surveying my awkward unshorn garden
replete with weeds and toxic moss
the lurid green tresses gloam luminous ludicrous
swaying knives beneath the smoky slate-grey sky
a small side-salad slice of faux nature
for domesticated fat cats to prowl visibly bored..

surveying my must-try-harder garden
with a broken fence and wobbly washing pole
the lime bench paint is cracked and faded
birds piss on its peeling skin just the same
as they karaoke timid love songs
duetting a typanic rattling roof drain..

man-made garden
harvests a half-trash man
catching some fresh electro-magnetic smog rays
while pondering another dead-on-arrival escape masterplan..

there is a beach somewhere
and with my name emblazoning it in neon mercury filigree
is a leaning castle of legless sand
interest rates shall go up agan
and as another wave rolls in
rolls in to kindly make way for another
the castle tumbles
the seaweed provides for itself iodine..

you might ask
so when will there be a revolution
when the billionares are reduced to mere millionares
they will bravely fight to their last citizen
the trillionaire bankers have their reasons
but at least for a while yet
i shall gently sink in the garden..

The Human Lightwave (Your Angels Are Not Aliens)

 

the human lightwave living at the edge of the upside-down
look up to aliens and hollyweird wisdom
for emancipation
for upliftment
ignoring what already might reside around and within them..

what desperate escapism
so here might lie the deeper intention of the fake alien invasion initiation
yet another belittling mind game to keep us infantilised and distracted
hopeful for rescue/ fearful of monsters..

the human cosmogony
where your wise angels also reside
is so much more than only that whispering voice inside
is with you on your journey all the way
is in your frequency range and is part of your very essence
and asks for nothing in return..

meanwhile
disney beings in spaceships
mealy-mouthed threat-disclosure from aerospace
this psychic operation bluebeam that currently occupies the lost
is ready to despatch all the volunteers to the deepest coldest vacuum
nothing higher-minded to see here
thankfully most of the world ignores this nonsense
especially those that anciently have held deeper knowledge..

for even if elements of truth are revealed
let us look closely at who gets to frame the information unsealed
and if aliens are benign and loving
why do they need deep state spooks permission
before they can publically flash a bit of ankle
does that not seem a little strange
or is it because the cia is concerned that our friends in the skies
might let slip what really happened to the kennedys
perhaps they have a secret base at marthas vineyard..

so aliens 
if you really are benign and loving and really are here
and should you recognise humans as equal and sovereign beings
please reveal yourselves
thank you very much
you already know where we live
and watch out for the fake bluebeams
that might be unleashed in your name
you can thank me later..

the human lightwave shines within
so should i wish to climb to the astral plane
i just fall on my bed and dream
there is my spaceship
and off i go
i raise my thoughts and aim high..

so what about you
do you have a bed
then off you can go too..

the human lightwave
sunned by our stargate
angels are not aliens
humans are not monkeys
you are a fragment of source imbued
stay anchored and empowered in that knowledge
and laugh at concerned mid-level masons
as they tentatively deliver alien news..

Dear Fluffy Little Clouds In Our Safe, Your Unique Password is "Password"

 

state-sanctioned murder
                 unfortunate killings
                       collateral damage
                                unintended consequences..

another operator error
another technical glitch
another disappointing episode to rue
another isolated incident entirely taken out of proportion and context..

                                        another statistic
                                        another asterisked footnote..

child rapist
           paedophile
                    childlover
                    and coming very soon..
                            minor attracted person MAP..

and before long we shall proudly wave blue spiral triangles
or a small heart surrounded by a large heart
or some such euphemistic symbol
and it will all be very respectable
another fascinating lifestyle choice
a gift rolled down from mysterious darkened lowly heights..

look here
you might do sudoku puzzles
while higher-up others may do other stuff
who are you to judge
we all need ways to unwind..

next
let us fight the so-called climate emergency(TM)
with cannibalism
we can call it sapiens cuisine
make it sound more pleasant and more respectable
and virtuous and clean
clean and green sapiens cuisine
that will teach runaway carbon dioxide a searing lesson..

eh darlin what dya fancy tonight
chinese or italian or french or indian..

nah
i want someink wiv a bit ov fat on em
get me a fat american deep-fried thighs with stuffed bat wings
and what abaht you darlin..

yaknowat
i crave another deep dead veggie indian
wiv fried russian knees over easy
an pappadums obviously
i am still on a diet
gotta keep the weight off ya see..

so gentle reader
do you find this direction of travel disturbing
or perhaps somewhat alarmist
far too dark and dystopian to ever be real
the subject for a fevered poem only sniff..

not to worry for either way
there is always the bigger picture at play
and it is always above our pay grade
trust in the plan as q cosplayers used to say..

the frog being boiled slowly in the pan
will always feel nice and snug and warm
the frog might even invite you to join and play with them
steam exfoliation is good for the skin after all..

i sign  privacy agreements
unlock and open wide my doors and windows
i have nothing to hide
you have nothing to hide
we remain comforted in the knowledge
that their privacy is protected from our prying eyes
thus we sway elegantly and in unison with the loving hive mind..

the trusted partners are mine
i happily go to bed with all of them
they trust me
my trusted partners and their partners trust me
they know i will not peek at them after they blindfold me..

so let me visit you tonight
blindfold yourself for me first
never look at me
spread yourself out on the sheets
yes i might carry a knife with me
but it will only be for my own protection
i might take pictures of you too..
but i promise not to share them with anyone
i am a gentleman..

i am a gentleman
and if i should do something to for you that you were not expecting
regard it as a nice surprise
a pleasant gift..

and i will gently remind you that you signed my privacy agreement
and you should have read the small print
you agreed to protect my privacy..

so for all your tomorrows
please keep your doors and windows wide open for me
so that i might visit you again and again
thanks in advance
my trusted partners also appreciate you
and they really enjoy all your private videos and pictures..

all of you 
are stored safely in our clouds for centuries unhackable
non-biodegradable
and for added security
please do not write down your unique password
your unique password is password..

Space Industry Of Source

forged of endless ocean 
through its kindred aether roars
pulsed consciousness purer of form
rains ruddy gold on planets and moons immersing
galaxies of galvanised fragmented wavering microcosm..

the kiss-brushed fractals ebb and flow 
torn to be dropped born limited for material world alchemy
obscured from source to burnish
aligned we express the light-unique inside-out
in certainty in doubting..

as dense realms become ever darker
inadvertently compressing the inner flame ever higher
each point of source flickers brighter
even when extinguished..

Likeness And Form

 

they
worship themselves for they hate creation
they
cannot buy or own the real wealth
that from before our time
was gifted to all for free
love consummated consciousness 
gifting everlasting meaning and truth and beauty
all that poison they could not let be
what we cannot create let us own and twist and destroy
and destroy and twist
and appropriate without mercy..

so they covet their dark mythologies as with stones and paper
and soon the cbdc
all to accumulate ever more barren wasteland treasure
and even as their tightening fists atrophy and lose circulation
they may not have noticed their own clotting systems
and what a supreme irony for these draining and damning magicians
these violators 
these inverters of meaning and creation..

they
laugh hollowly and mockingly at the success of their rolling deceptions
all those machinations weaved
all their sacrificial deluded medalled minions dangling
all their oh-so-clever thefts and poisonings and false histories
all their monetised bread and circus distractions and campaigns
all the fear
all the terror and trauma
all the stultification
all the theft
all the division
all the misdirection 
all the misery..

yet perhaps they weep
they only bow before themselves so perhaps they weep
ruling only for thousands of years
is a figment within a speck 
their bloodlines will vanish
be vanquished with extreme prejudice in less than one blink..

but will all the suffering inflicted be revealed
acknowledged and released
how can the dead be healed
what kind of justice will be done
what kind of justice has been done
why so often does justice remain to be seen..

the pendulum must swing
the witness transmits and receives
the flow stores and records
and if the cosmos is conscious greater consciousness knows
perhaps down here in this dense realm
the deeper truths remain crushed
was it ever different..

so though in every-which-way
they hold for us the deepest unfathomable hate
much of which must be self-projection
looking out and over all their spoils
sabering their champagne
what do they see and say to themselves
i for one am thankful i am not them
for though i have achieved little i can have restful sleep
and that is its own precious gift..

it seems we have not reached our aims quite yet
so let us roll out the next project..
for some reason we have not quite had our fill 
our appetites not quite yet quenched
we need to work out what is missing
it is not within ourselves..

the real elite perhaps too lost to weep
rage against mysterious flitting messengers hatcheting their dreams
all their slaves that have given them everything
everything except salved souls 
souls and minds so utterly deformed utterly degenerated
with perversions so base you would not believe it..

so demolished and corrupted and blinded
is there still time for them
do they ever dare gaze into their own devolved monster eyes
do they ever raise their sight upward beyond their reigning
do they ever glimpse so much as a flash of fleeting pure golden-silver light
do they ever say perhaps there is another way
                          perhaps there is still time..

what else must we take
despite our predation
there is still far too much love and empathy out there
despite all we have taken and all we have done
there is still so much love and empathy
and mercy
out there
what have we got wrong..

we have not quite eviscerated the infernal rebelling creation
how do these unswerving rebel-lines generationally remain so strong
to what mysterious invisible power do they believe they belong
and how on earth in their eyes does this power manifest..

Who Will Blow Up The Interweb?

 

klaus schwab and the cia/nato have helpfully warned us
that they russia may soon blow up the interweb
like they russia blew up nord stream
american politicians were given satellite phones last week
just another coincidence
or just another ruse or misdirection
we will soon find out..

so are we being gaslit to look over here
as the real action takes place over there..or there
either way notice how they love promoting fear..

in 3 - 2 -1
will you really be deprived of tik tok puppy videos
will you be deprived of tinder
will your great leaders demand more war against cia/nato russia
will starlink and the great reset then conveniently come to our rescue
do you see a pattern..

stay tuned
or not
as the case may be
feel free to print my poems..

please note
you do not need the interweb to meditate or read books
or walk in the sunshine
or do other fun free things
see this as an opportunity
oh and have a little cash handy
just in case this deadly nonsense becomes real..

You Of This Dreamt Realm

 

though this dreamt earth seems a dark realm
our sun is its lens
camouflaged spaceships might mimic scintillating stars
so what of disclosure from our controllers..

but you are so much more than this
the fractal ocean projecting spirit
though you awe the array of luminaries
you are awareness..

prison planet or tough-love bootcamp test
quarantined time-out
divine gift/ recycled cruel punishment
or something else..

neither water carriers of our sun
nor planters of our so-called moon
have ever pledged allegiance to any earthly government..

gaze inward to outwardly connect
discover the higher aspects of yourself
do not hanker for paltry unredacted documents..

release yourself and reveal
your lit upon light pouring pure
you of this dreamt realm a truth truly real
so open your treasure and glisten...

As My Fact-Checked Marbled Eyes Marvel At The Jade Sky And The Sapphire Sun

 
no
    i see no invisble chains
ensconced in my teevee chair 
benign is the absorbing glare i remain gorging on like a honey bear
i see no reason to look behind or around me
   enwrapped i blink in synchrony..

i am so self-aware as my mind phases and locks
with the baptising-ing-ing-ing-ing scrying neon black
mirror
         the sky throbs green as the sun blazes blue
               the bbc fact-checks keep me sure-footed
               in tune
         emblazoned i zing gently subdued
reflecting on the absolute truth
though
        with concern i ask
                 how about you..

my blood vessels thicken
squeezing the fizzing clotting sangria
time then for some more safe and effective treatment 
     i am a believer
for long ago i vanished into this screen
i love zelenski and his azov battalion goodnazis
   now
      how about you..

i love his azov battalion goodnazis
and so mesmerised by high street bookshop displays
and mainstream documentaries
i dutifully support all causes promoted by one-eyed celebrities
they know almost everything there is to know
     but more importantly they really care..

and i believe plane wings can melt like margarine through buildings
       with wings in tact like tomahawk missiles through steel and concrete 
           for i believe in magical physics and not alternative facts
i gain strength from good migraines
   i trust fake science..

i have no need for my stuttering spirit
there is no stripe for it
   safely fragmented
        i need never again self-identify with my spirit or my soul
or even my mind
             all metaphysical superstition all mumbo jumbo
and now it is time again for another safe and effective treatment
and no
         why should i care as to why big pharma has been indemnified
              i am a regular fries kind of guy..

my mainstream friends are my friends
i comprehend i comprehend..
materiality is all that should thrive
      and
            as i have already implied
                    the spirit and soul is not real
                    and should not be recognised 
                        neither are celebrated as identified life
my mind still does its thing once in a while..

and no
as i never do or think anything wrong
i need not hanker for pre-emptive privacy
human beings cause climate change
so some will need to be eliminated
well that is what it means to be informed
      oh do you see 
            no
               oh i see..

oh look is that the time
            time for some more safe and effective treatment again
yes i feel fine yes i feel fine
no
     i have no care for why pharma restaurateurs have been indemnified
         you have asked me that once already
              why not ask them if you are so exercised..

bad for growing organic food though it may be
for democracy let us drop some more depleted uranium
     cancer for freedom
         our government should use this for it is a pithy slogan
we must not anthropomorphise our enemies..

no
    we must not anthropomorphise our enemies
      that is both sentimental and dangerous 
      to crack an egg
         is to spit and roast a living thing
over there living things are only things
          and there are far too many of them
                  over there i mean..
.
as the strobed blinking rays lubricate
the wash bathes over me like draping warm static nylon
and i again gaze out the window
the sky throbs deeper green as the sun blazes deeper blue
another mainstream fact-check cues me
i listen i digest i assimilate
so certain about everything
that is why i am not an idiot
i comprehend i comprehend..
so
   i am compelled to ask again 
       how about you..

i gyrate and pulsate to the given rage
i am gently and tenderly compartmentalised and rearranged
i feel cleansed and caramelised with suitable loves and hates
i repeat debating points verbatim 
though not before i expend deep
               exhaustive focused critical thought
                            for entire zen seconds..

and even when they flip over preceding narratives now reposed
i remain disposed never caught on the ropes
never chastened
that is why i am not an idiot
i comprehend i comprehend..
notch me tender 
oh look
   now time again for the safe and effective treatment..
     how about you
no..
     ....i worry about you..

i wonder
    and i worry about what you think you see when you gaze out the window
do you see the turquoise sky neath the azure sun
      the perfect oblong clouds
           the scampering swans
my eyes have been mainstream fact-checked
my perceptions therefore cannot be wrong
     what about yours..

do you feel energised by the electromagnetic frequencies
blessing our towns and our cities
attracting and interacting smartly with our electrical being
do you sense your dormant pathways opening
    the tingling oh the tingling
do you also feel so precious and protected
perhaps you are not at my level yet
so plug yourself into the networks and you will get there
you will realise it is all for the best..

the jade sky the sapphire sun
i feel so at one marvelling with it all
though i see that you are too far gone..

you can keep your spirit and soul
     have fun..

Great Explorers Of The Twenty-First Century

 

and as always
with the music
it begins..

so press play for flares of emanation
and vicariously live a lyric about a dangerous woman
for this mundane grande arena such a very apt song
so impressed are the responsible adults
slivering jangled
kidult beings near-distantly handled
they whoop and holler like pre-pubescent fans
gorging like gonged slaves before the timed amplified bangs trigger them..

the cross-legged little ones turn around
confronted and confused
when something like a whirling apparition slides into their view
and while the ufo slowly spins and momentarily hovers
down the aisle spitting out from the feathered dripping scarlet orb
beady snake eyes disgorge before them thoughts
and more thoughts hidden within thoughts..

backmasking the cracked looking-glass the reveal
it stands and turns into a huge and spiralling blonde-wigged man-being
and as oracles arise and rise
from the obsidian realm they sing
education education education..
and what are some of their favourite things..

oh yes the teachers are there
why are you asking
what a strange question
yes rest assured yes the teachers are there..

sealed inside a figure-hugging plastic pink dress and dangling bling earrings
he leans down and hugs a couple of the trapped infants
and as he looks the headmaster right in the eye
he licks the microphone lasciviously..

for this is his safe-space
the school hall his dancefloor
should we have it any other way
is this enlightener not entitled to be adored..

now stood in front of them all
he bends down over a chair
plays with that false hair thing
places a hush finger to lipsticked lips
flutters venus flytrap eyelashes
downhill it inexorably cruises smoothly from there..

some little ones search for rescue
stare up at the teachers standing on the side-lines
fearful and bewildered
almost as much as the teachers
teachers who affect passive half-melted faces
off into the farthest distances they stare
most dare not say anything
as the stone drips dry over their eyes
they have rent to pay
to pay with their souls but whose lives..

while she records the scene with her camera
one of the dinner ladies has a hand half-covering her face
her hand is visibly shaking
a student teacher also records with her camera
all the while she is gently swaying lip-syncing and smiling..

recently introduced almost everywhere in the civilised west
and scheduled to be a core part of the curriculum in every benighted place else
witness the roll out of this amazing scholastic magic carpet ride
brought to you by the most mysterious of magi
so far many parents seem to think it is all right
that must be true
for why else is their silence worn so lightly..

now up for grabs
as all the serried innocents are made to sit on all the parquet floors
as the strangest professors are now invited to gyrate before them
so what did your child do at skool today
a strange man played with us
made us dance
and while the teachers watched
he showed us some funny things with dolls..
and..and..
then we were made to play pretend..

so in other unsaid wordz
yer on yer own kidz
for we must all celebrate all of this
this is central to the rules-based order
so fly those rags proudly outside primary skools
and outside kreshiz before long eh..

and if you express any concerns
you will be deemed a wrong-thinker
and a hater too
and you would not want that
it could affect your credit score
and some people might tell on you..

you must allow the experts to educate the little ones early
the experts being alive to certain potentialities
potentialities of their nascent multiple identities and fluidities
so let us boldly and loudly celebrate kidz sexuality
for therein lies a delightful kaleidoscopic world of developmental possibilities..

possibilities that we should empower them to be and do
by statute let us decree kidz the right to celebrate themselves intimately
immediately
we shall presume with your full agreement too..

and parents who wish to protect so-called innocence
we shall declare them as abusers
for if they do not recognise such rightful needs of the sensual child
the defenceless infants will be made wards of the state
they need to be saved
too early is never too late..

misunderstood as predators we shall designate as empowerers
and positive influencers
and educators
and..
explorers and celebrators
yes explorers and celebrators..

so citizens of brics-plus countries watch out
you are next
we will slay all your resistance
your progeny will also be similarly safe-spaced
wrapped up with our colours and stripes
we will start the roll out in your universities
those are always the most welcoming of places..

your traditional ways will also be smeared and speared
our crumbling empires have not yet disappeared
they have just changed strategies and tactics
the hidden hand remains the same
and..
as has always been the way
we will have the last say
this realm is ours until hit with the solar flash
and somehow and some way
even after that
we will be back..