Frogmarched towards a prison we were offered and embraced…
December 26, 2020
For many moons, we have been lied to. By our governments By the mass media. By the marketing machines. All are connected. With such intense investment poured into maiming the many of any capacity for critical thinking, it can come as no surprise that the many will accept everything and anything they are spoon fed. […]
When Art howls and snarls/.,.
December 25, 2020
I have long enjoyed SLug…Ant on the mix is one of the most under rated DJs of all time, and yet with Slug, who I have met twice or thrice, back in the motherland, whilst our hearts relate with the bambi routine with words to express our horror of our naivety, its when he is […]
mega geMs In THe MegA RouGh – ThE PossiBiLItIES
December 20, 2020
I cannot listen to Lif without feeling him. the hopes I have with every collision with all creatures great and small, whether winged or buzzing or slithering or scurrying… His poetry flows into me as the tides and wind personified into human word. An instrument of nature, if the ocean could speak to me […]
PhanTOm>> GeMS in tHe MegA ROugh: Words of a simpleton LIvING in OblIVIOn.
December 19, 2020
I am eager in animal howl long kept rightfully restrained in the shadows, as I persist amongst the humans…to unshackle fangs and devour ALL WORDS ,but Lif then appears, to show how Words can be pure, wicked, playful and meaningful>>> where are the weapons of mass destruction, we’ve been looking for months and we’ve found […]
I use the star as my lantern…
November 21, 2020
Mr Lif is obscure. I have met nobody who knows of him, and yet he has long proven for me…a man of wicked flow, a call of nature in human form, whose cynical heartfelt operation as outlined in homosapien form mirror of society was never easily drawn towards repeated promotion of HOPE in Obama… […]
My nature is to seek the wild poets, who rarely reveal themselves in pretty prose.
November 20, 2020
Biggie was so amazing that even the lame chums who dance on his shadow and echo still manage to sound wicked. NAs was a little more potent in finding fellow mega poets….His Communion with Marley’s finest son is one of those perfect harmonies which encourages my belief in…some mad magical power of the MOON. Damian […]
monopoly on miracles
November 20, 2020
I dont understand the words. Yet I don’t need to understand the words. He has that magical happening of pouring his heart and soul into the sound and delivery, and the assembled flock doing the same, speaking their essence through strings and keys, are equally beautiful. They dont need words. TO make me feel something. […]
Ceaseless AttAck…
November 13, 2020
All this thinking, thinking, thinking… leads to an anxiety crystalised as what others call depression, but I know as… the logical outcome of living anywhere near to honest as the forest… for what keeps me going, other than my beloved beady eyed savage hound, and elder pixie niece, and memories of fairytales gone agony which […]
prancing back in time to regain focus on what matters most…
November 13, 2020
I miss the 90s. England. Moving into my teens. running as the fox with the wild urban wolves mega social upheaval. perhaps the 60s and 70s were shared between the US and UK as epicentres of non violent revolution, whilst the violence raged as always, elsewhere, in far flung lands we were told lies about… […]
Good Corporate CItizen
November 13, 2020
Its worrying that I find myself relating to some of these lines of Mcenroe from many moons ago which I am aware millions more can feel more depressingly. And yet, there is more than mere solidarity in the horror, for this obscure poet master of the beats and words left that scene, pawned the bracelet, […]
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