SLAM

THE COUPLE

They were bound by the children

When one spoke

the other wouldn't listen

They were punch-bags for their dark sides

Pent up animosity they nurtured like step children

and so they communicated

He breathed fire

She hissed scorn

Where ground was not gained

no love was lost

since their first born

Each gnawing the other's tail

He grew fat

she pale

No more the spring chickens

that roared with sexual passions

in shadows

under trees

in toilets

in cafes

where a hand slid onto a tingling crutch

set the tone of touch

Those fiery lovers don't exist;

as such

Still

They were bond by the children

who know their embrace

An outlet for their affections

given time and space

Where tenderness tingles

and touch matures

and smiles deeply blossom

where scorn needs a cure

But kids are for life

they had no idea back then

that they would drift towards opposing worlds

One of women

One of men

Which

when the children tired them

which was happening more and more

would raise their heads like Medusa dreads

and they'd passionately roar

For once, they were bound by a transient belief

a superficial ceremony

nod from a priest

wherever together

for better/worse

they feel at home

bound by the children

who now are duely bound

by children of their own

Oh blessed assurety

for they had this thing

where cocooned in an acceptance of doom

they behaver like boxers in a ring

where rules and civiliarity made recreation of their demise

Their handwaving and exhilaration

supplied their age group's excercise

See they were bound by guilt

within that matrimonial jail

of how they felt as animals

behind the common veil

His blazer

her dress

the smiles they worked for friends

Though anyone who saw them once

would recognise the trend

roaring

intense

passionate

unsaid

Without sticks and stones they persevered to make words hit that hard

Now bound in lust of love and hate

with spawn as playing cards

Essential Ashley

Ashley 
speaks in non generic patterns that blot sparks  
and every tree had a purpose 
and every flower wether you loved it personally or not 
once had a life 
and every blade of grass was chistened with the photosynthesis of exploding heliums and to speculate  heaven as religious  folklore is to do it an injustice because you're in it 
and there are no more exquisite guides than herself and the virgin Mary 

because Ashley had this awesome courage to be free 
and I was in awe 
because I hadn't 

Factually

The voting register categorised me as alpha to labour with visitations of free thinking on the label
My family live in the towers of babel
It's foundations have been unstable for a long time so mine is to vote simultaneously
 make note of every think tank quote and step into the shallow end where there are no rules. There's a gene pool and a blunt end that has no friends
and that's where disbelievers like me look for a saviour
cause if we've ever needed a favour
even though the madness of perverted Christians once castigated me in self flagellation to gain submission and I saw the real light that some of you switched off leaving the third eye to man made heavens
Maybe we are taught virtue and sensitivity by those who have none
to narrow the competition in the race to find life forms on mars
whilst we're too young to change and too old to die
and adding everybody together makes nobody
Nobody says what everybody means
so no-one is anyone until someone screams
making us second fiddle to somebody's  schemes
and someone's always trying to leave
so it's wise to try being the one to believe in if you need leading or want to have fun with it like an American movie with a gun in it where
the hero complex trickles down radio waves
covered in drunken spurts of adverts patronising homosapians
and not one can you trust

So when i'm looking at it all from the window of the night bus, I feel like I might just out of spite
rip off the roof  like an absess tooth rots and just has to be gone
and its hard to preserve your very last nerve
cause your mind is like a bladder bursting
and the first thing you wanna do is the worst thing
since there is no high like truth and you know that for the most part they're all prats and pricks placed in a manifest matrix
with no way out of it
even if you anchored a concept in the pretext
like 16x16=256
the Cabala of my Taurus
with a relapsed rhythm of reliving my upbringing saving me from falling in
and drowning in labour class misery
or crashing into a bosom of peers with stolen ears
and clogged up eyes oozing to a  melody of pick n mix songs of a need to belong
to a creation or a pound shop generation
where  nobody talks to you cause you're not famous.
and each individual is blameless and nothing really changes
 even if you flp the dread on its head and stigmatise the bigger guys
whose spoken words breath the life of deth into gunpowder and gold
yet are still incapable of extracting Excalibur
Their media feeding you advocates that there are no flies
on an entire civilisation
cultivated on lies
and the science of rotating, low vibrating violence
as if we were just category C tenants in 20 story tower blocks with  neuro- impulses re-deployed by vertigo
when we are the energy waves, morphed into liquids susceptible to endorphins
and identities are soluble entities drained out of and trained into you
as subtly as you grow from innocence to in the know
and maybe it matters that
one day somebody will say that
you
lost
loads
at the cross roads
where the birch tree
sensing an opening
patented july's baddest Afro
its roots in the narrative that the blue pill leads to a vortex so intense that tissue can be disconnected from consciousness
I'd like you to want this and nouveau needs no vote
it gets by without hope

I remember you

I don't even know if it's appropriate to say I love you
I know that i am intoxicated with the festival of you
in its hovering yesterdays
and sunsets where I lay on the lazy  hillside of your skin
with the bass of your heart beating under my ear
carrying me on its hull
relaxing my eyes, curling my lips and us vanishing peacefully
Then after the darkness passed our dancing silhouettes always touched the dawn
fingertips, wrists, elbows, shoulders , bodies
But this one time there was a cold in the darkness ahead and uneventfully I woke up ded
and now living is dying with a mask on it

because somehow  I was abandoned in our dream
Not for a second with chocolate and music but this time for lifetimes
and I wander, wondering why you've gone
If you can't find your way back
or if the tear  I intrusted onto the palm of your left hand is drowning in the lifeline
far from it's  ocean
so I was writing your name on my dog tag in a bottle because i don’t know where it's going
and the pen started rowing
knowing that our souls  had shared heartbeats
as though my body was a tree and you were the crimson breeze blushing my leaves
and when they raced in autumns its because every part of me wants to go to you
and make fractal patterns of our dancing atoms with your every tone and incantation rising and falling inside of mine like waves under red moons
so I want you back more than a return ticket to youth
My skies are screaming and clouds are erratic because they can't find you but I know you're there but just beyond.
I see you through windows I never knew existed
In the words in a picture
and the chuckle of the earth before a harvest
Your laughter calls me to every double rainbow
and I hear you in silent hums at the doorstep

and I'm not sure wether it's appropriate to say  I need you
but you said that you would never leave me
And I believe you
It's not so much remembering as I couldn't forget
Why would I
Why would you rest your head without a pillow
or carve the letters I etched on a tree
onto a gravestone and be alone

I need you in tomorrow's sunrise
but if tomorrow never comes then suffering  has no shelf life
because now lasts forever
the future is here and you're not but
but my final exhale had your name in it before you had me at hello
and it'll continue into my birth scream so when they ask me what I want to  be when I grow up I can honestly say ' your other half ' and show children that there's more reward in standing in tescos with you discussing rich tea or digestive than running the world or being a famous physician
so I will come to you
out of this red mist
that I didn't see coming
and I don't know where I'm going
and I hear the whispers of he's got issues but I just miss you more than I have tissues for this mess of loneliness I'm drenched in since you never said goodbye but left
and I began to stir waters too murky to show your reflection on the surface

I will come to you
in the dark tempest
hurling debris the four corners of our circle
and I don't know if its enough to say it's  about love
Losing you my hand lost it's
glove
and scratching at the past leaves needles under my fingernails
and now my hands won't stop pouring the blood of the memories that I keep involuntarily trying to murder

but I miss watching you breath. That it made me high and never so grounded as to question why that was more soothing than hollywood matinee symphonies
or why if you were on tv I would become an addict
freeze frame stills
comfort eat
and refuse to see a medic without my screen
It wouldn't be so tragic since
I choose to die looking at you anyway

State of play today

  

Bible slandered

Wanting

Not wanted

Squandered

Overruled through ridicule 

Tools forged in schools

With indoctrinations of lies as education 

Lied to

Lied about

 pseudo scientific lies

Historic lies

Geographic lies

Religious lies

The hunter tells the story

not the lion

The brown skinned boy , referenced black man

demonised in demon's eyes

Degraded 

emasculated

Terrorised

Sodomised 

bastardised , still we rise

muddied 

Bloodied 

to bloody hell

bloody well studied well

Played raw

Paid for and

made into poor black folk

Nice black guys chuckle along at black jokes

Displaced

living the malaise

of trance

Past is prose, 

our present unprecedented 

Disbanded and rebranded 

Disengaged

behind endless smokescreens of misrepresentation justifying condemnation 

Sisters try defecting

to cancer infecting assimilating

imitating

weaves and false tresses

perpetuate white boys mistresses

stimulating self hate day to day to second nature

but all you have to pray to is a

Caucasian Jesus, 12 disciples , moses , god and side-lined mother 

now if they came from Africa then even I would laugh at ya

Culling you

while you

tell you

it's not me

It's you purging you

and there's more pleasures than sandstone

so elders witness grandsons thrown away in anthems

Yep, they do it like a brother

They do it like a dude

They do it like dis-embowelled warriors in an abstract war

Seasoned with silence of suffered women 

Cool black guys laugh at a harmless bit of ribbing. 

They don't have a chip on their shoulder. 

Hang ups

issues

misguided isms

Free from deserts

desert dogs

warlords

nomads

infant mortality

screams of the sleepless

Alright black guys are with it

They got lyrics

They talk in rap like

spoof zealots

parodies of westerns 

it's so entertaining 

When Tarantino glove puppets

and MTV minstrels 

play pied piper

for lick shot young  shotters  

with big man shooters 

from any military base

passed past noses of military brass

without a tributary of a trace , registration or investigation 

and blind

blind sided

uninformed 

misguided

ill fated entrepreneurs of  government provided coke and anybody else's weed

Seeking icons among victims. Escape routes among detainees. Answers from the asking. Reacting 

and reacting to the actions of reactions 

Acting

Packed in

Aggravated

Impacting

Pop full stops on the story of living with a pride of snipers

off loading surplus grievance to the mind's mirror

Well adjusted black guys have a giggle with the boys cause it's only a bubble and a titillated audience raise a glass and a subsidised chuckle since according to the stats

more white boys are arrested for  street and drug related violence than blacks

Polluted with  intense  inter-competition 

so disfranchised that its all consuming 

Tormenting

Revolving

Stopped ! and searched

singled out to make

contrasting fates

Them's the breaks

Friendly black guys laugh at all friendly black jokes made by his new mates

The best you'll get for a sense of entitlement

Nigarised with collusion cause some recognition's better than nothing

Devalued as sub human. Neanderthal primitive 

So trivialised everybody got a nationality but you nerve wracked emasculated warriors evaded by battle

Abandoned

Subject to degradation, 

humiliation

Disjointed

Untested

stunted ;

Deflated

Inflicted

Implicated

Violated

Cheated

Mis-treated

Patronised 

Marginalised 

Disfranchised 

Automatically criminalised

detained

Desensitised

Scapegoated

Played for votes

Conscripted

Depicted

Inflicted with distrust

Socially cautious

Mentally nauseous 

Nice black guys laugh at black jokes 

 he's just like us

Relentlessly subjugated

Bypassed

Typecast

Speculated as

sociopathically opportunistic ; enthusiastic. Will make a song about it denigrating sisters

Those Gesticulating

Gang bating 

brother hating

Reaching for the skin bleaching 

Over sexualised

Barely recognised  

Seeking status

in other races

manipulated

Conditionally integrated

This is under stated

Mothers coasting

Motherland hosting 

outscourced conflicts 

Natives burn the soil of her to vacate districts for western industrialists

still the empire's willing bitch

Hosting laboratory made HIV and AIDS

depopulating the trustees

hosting flies that suck from  eyes of kids who could've been me except

Africans don't mate 

diasporic 

don't mate africans 

We dis-associate

Disrespect

Don't re-invest

Add to the mess 

No togetherness makes us powerless

and penniless  hence underrepresented in business and congress

Tethered to a history of

Arab then Muslim enslavement

Then Jews abused

for industrialism's fuse 

Now in the light of

European nazism 

American ill-treatment 

U.k subjugation

Australian rejection

Asian de-humanisation 

pleasant , forward thinking black guys laugh at flippant black jokes

Africa sinks into the pockets of who hasn't had a piece yet

everybody stares at , shrugs shoulders and sniggers in passing at 

the future underclass 

whilst we are consequently dying

COLONIST

Ubiquitously

Suffocating

Hell driven 

Parasitical

Progress obsessed

Money praising 

greedy

Low vibrating 

Pontificating

Depreciating

Veil wearing

Culture bastardising

Love lacking

Fair fight fearing

Bland till overbearing

Lucifer endearing

Cloak and dagger mannequin

AAAARRRRGGGGHH !!!!!

Alphabetically

arrogant

Barbaric

Counter intuitive

Disconnected

Elitist

fortressed

Greeeedy

Hypocritical

Irresponsible 

jingoistic 

Kaniving

lecherous 

malicious

negligent

Opulent

Perverted

Quintessential 

Ruthless

Sodomising 

Two-faced

underhand 

vindictive

white

Xenophobic 

yellow bellied

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