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Buying power tools at the hardware store? well you truly may as well  arm yourself with a weapon of war and become yet another do it yourself casualty score , blood and gore body counts are much higher than in most modern theatres of war ! .

The human hunter gatherer brain is so very hard to truth train but maybe not if you start using the new silicon scopolamine dream and drip feed it daily with some digital dopamine served up from our omnipresent Turing machine.

Carrying vicarious redemption on behalf of someone else is a burdensome weight. The preacher's daughter still carries hers every moment of every day ;a beautiful, quiet soul who was given this sin substitution by her callous caretakers. Her atonement isn't due any time soon.

What was once a stamp for the tramp or cut of a criminal class its now adorning faces and physique of aristocrat royalty and even the supermodel chic .

Looking at some tramps in cider park I felt sorry for the poor starving pets as their masters swill down cider and they shivered in the cold , the musing is seen or spoken through a dog .

When you turn on a virtual assistant Alexa , Siri or Cortana , for the first time even as an adult but especially as a child it feels like You've turned into a God or Goddess of wisdom children will almost certainly give up on any parental guidance and move into a cyber space or a Walt Disney crack house world .

Blue bloods are quite simply mad !! , they treat normal reality as an inconvenient triviality rules to them don't exist  and the rest of mortality are kept around as fluffers for their pansexuality.

A whale song dream turns out to be the squealing brake drums of a distant dust truck it's sound being distorted by the wind gusting through ginnel and garret thrown bin lids cymbal into that sensitivity sobriety announcing the arrival of your monday mornings anxiety.

Every day the paparazzi serve us our blood and gore all freshly sacrificed red and raw no good being a herb eating herbivore what you've really got to be is a cover story carnivore with the stomach of a blood thirsty toreador let's face it the press room's a slaughtermans stable and the editor's desk is nothing more than a butcher's table.

Contemplating the idea of giving your offspring a strong sounding name, something that will inspire them to aspire towards fortune and fame.

A poem written about a mafia boss who was born in Le panier Marseille the last bastion of Beelzebub , he then rose to become France's ultimate crime Capo Di Capo ruling over France's under world for fifty years before being gunned down in Paris for an old corsican vendetta .

A musing about a greasy spoon girl Nigella from the Favela , If cook's could kill then this greasa girl is definitely licensed to grill !! she's always standing by ever ready to kill your stomach acid with a peppermint pill.

Old Colonials talk of empire its quite shocking how they used to think of human beings as nothing more than chattels not just the natives but also the white workers and soldiers such as my old father now 95 years of age he told me during his time in India just after the second world War whilst protecting the British Raj who looked upon him also as their SLAVE OF EMPIRE .

Krystyna Skarbek was a Polish beauty queen, a countess, and the longest-serving spy in Churchill's SOE. With a life expectancy of six weeks, she managed to last seven years as a field agent, fighting against Nazi tyranny, only to be betrayed by her own trusted powers, the British, who, at the end of the Second World War, with a stroke of their Judas pen, turned her into a stateless refugee and als...

The Doom in the room is an artist's quip for a muse what they don't realise is that there ego's are so burdensome to others and probably havt to be in order for them to achieve . Whilst living with an artist as their muse I was once painted with my own blood she thought it would be a wonderful contrast of colour the stark white canvas being my Anglo-Saxon skin and ones bright red blood being the p...

An English king's breakfast could  consist  of swine flesh, embryos , fungi ,congealed blood , kippers, herring's, pike , roach various birds venison, cockles , pilchards .    when thinking about the Buddhist belief of  reincarnation  wouldn't it be a devine justice  if these gargantuan gluttonous  came back  as screaming red faced tomatoes in a vegan salad .

Greta has an almost impossible sales pitch she's to demand that the incredibly rich dumped that expensive pieces of kitsch , they fly to the cop out climate meetings in their lear jets and show not the slightest hesitation of any regrets, her gargantuan glitch is to try to move these people towards the green dream of a beggars itch, but these dinosaurs who block destiny's drawbridge are mega rich...

As you get older looking for love is similar to rummaging through a scrap yard come jumble sale you sift an shake through the worn torn fragile and fail usually to no avail things are stretched out of shape almost befitting the proverbial grey whale instead of the once sleek male or female then suddenly there it is the right one for you the little bunny rabbits bob tail an together you dovetail pe...

We used to be such bonhomie brothers in revelry now like ghosts of the good Life we haunt past each other in the street averting a guilty gaze towards one anothers feet , the spirits and spectres have long since been exorcised by the big dry of sobriety which has turned us all into rational respectable members of society ; today we don't strut so proud or shout too loud , we just shuffle past with...

A short poem about lust that seemingly deadly sin that if the devil be shamed and the truth told is an instinctive desire that we all carry within .

Similar to an Eskimo fishing through a hole in the ice one could easily imagine a soul catcher waiting patiently at the edge of a black hole in order to capture our very essence , then freeze drying us in the absolute zero of infinity giving him our plasma concentrate life , we'd be ready for a re-nucleation or reconstitution, and what better freeze drying facility than the perfectly vacuumed pack...

The femme fatale overrides all of our rationale her swan song is the sound we hear as our love boat runs aground, the final pheromone is a scent of sulphur we smell as we slowly drowned .

Listening to these waffling old windbags wheezing about saving our world they quaff down wine squandering ten pounds a glass and then dare to set the price of carbon capture at three pounds a ton and this to save your granddaughter or grandson ?.

A musing about giving your offspring a strong polysyllabic sounding name something that will inspire them to aspire towards fortune and fame.

A poem about the busiest train in the whole of Britain and Europe the 7.22 to from Woking to Waterloo a hundred million passengers pass through Waterloo each year which makes for some terrifying or tantalising flesh to flesh point's of view .