I have another profile, massively political I can't remove that aspect But here it want it all to be more personal More introspect Same rules, head to here in one go Maybe one day I'll have time to work on some I just don't truly know...

Hubris, Have you got it. Do this, Its hypnotic. And the eyes that are glazed by the phaze of your lies Are lies that are despised but no gaze opens their eyes. So, No one sees the hubris Or validations dismissed. Cos validations in the ears of all those you've taught to fear No injection of reflection. Where we are, you meant us here. Hubris have you got it Or do you maximise the profit Of those you say we should hate. Manufactured, real State hate

Can you see Whats in the sea. It aint small boats, Its you and me. We stay afloat In desperate times. But we listen to the chimes Of those without skin in the game. Blame all things within the game. The game is theirs Not mine or yours Outcomes the same. Divide, of course. Division is par for the course. Albatross, chains enforced. The sea aint really what you see. That is Their dichotomy. There aint no tide to overwhelm. And its shit inside those hotels. I know that, I've delivered. Gloves full on, deodorant shivered If you think this is comfort, Live there and discover. Life is shit when you've escaped Being dead or being raped Only to discover You are seen as "other" What you see aint whats in sea That's a narrative, you see But your sea"s a boiling pot. Am I truth, forgive me not

Boom, Sound in the room, I am the poet bringing doom. Dont you know it. Its here soon. The climates hot, we will decay. Whatever the naysayers say. We're on the brink, We're black hole sink. Unless we fucking change the way We live with the planet Exploitation, fuck dammit. Resource deplation, ram it Up your "its OK " arse You, you made this farce. The world is burning And its turning Away from our comfort zone We aint learning Or discerning The time bombs in our home

Are you worried Are you scared And you should be No one cares There are questions, Introspection. The direction, Brings reflection... Why do you trust the words of politicians you say you hate. Why do you follow the divisions that they always create. "They're all the same" Except they're not. They're all in the game. Have you forgot. You listen to your demagogue And treat the words like words from God. Yet those words are from hierarchy, Meant to destroy solidarity. You hate the immigrant cos you're told to. Lies of asylum seekers, they surround you. You don't know what the fuck is true. So you latch on to the words you knew. But those words come from agendas, The agenda isn't yours. Words should be made to mend us, But they divide, of course. You hate the politicians But you swallow the mission. "I dont trust em" But you do Talking points Are what they knew Would trigger you into hate. No free thought, hate of State. And the trillionaires, the billionaires, Create a world thats never fair. They exploite your labour They suppress your wage. For profit margin favour You decline in every age. But you still listen to what They say. My head bangs. This aint the way. You ignore statistics That say we are the worst. Denial of analytics Cos bubbles will burst Violence is never silent When the violence is brown But violence is ever silence When it's usual in this town. Whys it only protest, when violence is an immigrant. But protest goes silent, when it's your skin that implements. Questions of why solidarity Has left the construct that you see There is no humanity Unless we bring it back, you see. Original thinking But I am sinking Into a quagmire of your making. Dont be drinking Cool aid thinking. Origin voice with no faking. Are you worried, are you scared Now that your voice carries air. You can make all life a misery. Or elevate, I hope you see.

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Does the heavy lifting weigh you down too much Does the sleaze and grifting kick you into touch. Do the open borders of your mind Absorb the orders, keep you blind To the betrayal of your empathy, To be the rail against humanity. Are you programmed, are you conditioned. Are you in condition to enact the programme. Its a conditional position, Programming mind damned. Do you hear the voice of demagogues When you tune into the analogue. Do you float on their words, Contradictory, absurd, Spouting whatever will do the job And you do the lifting, cos they have no substance. Insubstantial abuse on demand, step to their dance. And are you fulfilled with the hate in your heart. Loki's poison infused within blind Hodurs dart. The dart thats a part of the rhetoric you wear. Are you fulfilled or really, is it still despair. Are you ground down by the wheel of the mill Floundering around in the chaff and the swill Given to you by those who don't care, Take all they want yet still breathe your air. Take all you have till there's only hate there. The trick is the Trickster controls all the jokes That are his pleasure but they're our fucking yoke. Corralled like cattle, chatteled like slaves. The real final battle is when you cease to behave Like the obedient minds, a gun on demand, Stop listening to the man with dart in his hand

Your country is in ruins and its all because of you Before the froth and chewing, I'll tell why thats true. For decades you've voted govts who's business is big business. And it aint your business to know the business of the business. They segment you into groups and make you hate each other. They stir the spoon in the soup and turn haters out of lovers. They play divide and rule And play you for fools But you put an X against their name Time and fucking time again. Just so they can do the same So you erode and they remain. Hate the immigrant, hate the foreigner. Hate the criminalised your honour. Hate disabled, hate the poor Hate the fictional open door. Hate it all, you're told to do so by media complicity Hate community you used to hold as social necessity. Yet all the people of the above, they can all be you, You be them a fated twist, thats what we once knew. But you bought the lies and ate the slop. The propaganda tried and did a good fucking job. And all it takes Is an X In a different place. Fuck the fakes Course correct Find a different face. When you're rioting and you're lynching, Remember You enabled this. When reality is closing and pinching Remember You can change the diss

I play cards. Do you play cards? The cards I play are real. Clubs and hearts, spades, diamond hard. Hands that i can feel. But the card thats most accused of being played Is a card that only one type ever display. The minority card is played only by those who use oppression. Slapped in when public opinion courts are holding session. Race and disability Marginalised minority, It aint a card when it's what you are Its your fucking reality. Can you imagine the insult when your problems are called a game Can you picture the result if your fears were denied the name. "Oh you're playing a card" Am I really, where's my hand? The tables yours, the rules of course Were laid down hard By those who rule the land. Only those who stand above the fight Will use a card to deny whats right, To keep the old guard in position Of being in charge of all decision. And if they have to use division To achieve their power mission, They will and call out in derision, Fighting back. They will attack The people who are oppressed As holding cards close to their chest. I play cards, its just a game. Fighting for equality Is really, really not the same.

Hate breeds in the hated And ignorance is fated To hold a torch in the hand of hate, To fuel fire of a savage incarnate. Because they're not you Because you're told too. Yet every problem that you face Is nothing to do with another's race. Those who pass the rules And play you off as fools, Who use fears as tools To continue their rule. They're the ones your anger should be turned to But you never want that fight, do you. That fights hard You might not win You have no cards Against their sins So you cinch a lynch to find the victims Who've usually fled a worse system. Cos there you operate in confidence That your actions are in acceptance. An atrocity committed aint authored by a committee of the whole Blaming a community is a torture owned by your own souls hole. Terror and oppression are the badges that you wear Mirrors decieve but take a look, the guilt is in your stare. You wanna be angry, be angry at the Power. You wanna fear, then fear the ivory towers Of the policies and laws That keep you in your place. Oh yeah, but of course, They running the same race.

There's a place And a time. There's a place For a rhyme. And i don't know where I'm going With the seeds that i am sowing. But I know I'm metaphysical And sometimes allegorical I'm just a positional Always Juxtapositional Sometimes they say I'm rapesque But I know I'd fail a battle test. I am one take, But I'm not one flow. I am one take But I cant press "go" There is a time for a rhyme and its a crime there aint no time To make me more visible Cos whats indivisible Is the time i have to write these rhymes Is time where i dont have the time To craft things more than one take. I am better, my soul aches...

There's a hope that you are not the paradox. Aligned with the feeling, everyone puts you in a box. But everyone aint just someone, And someone never knows the wrong. So hope is a rope that you just clinging on. In the hope that someone, anyone can see You are dope, you're the trope, that anyone can be. Except you're not You're rejected. Its a knot You aren't expected Thanks a lot Now be ejected And everything you thought there'd be In an inclusive society Is laid bare With hate there. Cos you are the paradox Cos people hate the fucking knocks Upon their door. Cos people hate the ticking clocks That say "no more" There is a hope you aren't the paradox. But people love to kick your box. You know the best thing. This aint me. I call you out and sing Hypocrisy. You want to be what you are And i am you, I bear the scars. I love someone who isn't you I'll stand in front and say fuck you. Cos I'm not Them, but I'm not you But I am violence, this is true...

Did the scream of the departed Inside the train that they were carted Prick the vein of sympathy And bleed out some empathy. Did the missing tell you by the holes they left in air, That something was amiss and you didn't seem to care. Did shiny lights of celebrity pander to your vanity Did dizzy heights of relevancy, make you hoard humanity. Did the people with a voice to hear Exercise a choice that was clear In its silence and its violence To the dispossessed, The repossessed, The occupied and homeless. The horrified and boneless. Did you watch atrocity On an LED smart TV And decide not to rock the boat Just to keep yourself afloat. Did you?

The shadow of the dark is always there in the day. The sun illuminates when the nighttime holds sway. The paradox of umbra when perception is a number. Ticking clocks tell of slumber, awake, the thoughts become dumber. The night shines brightest when there's hope in the light. The day burns tightest when despair enters the fight. Juxtaposition is the condition of the lost. Reconditioned is the position of the cost. And I'll tell you what the time is when Time stops moving on. And I'll show you where the shine is in the singing of a song. And I'll hold you to a promise that oathbreakers never keep. A vow that I'll get out somehow, maybe I'll do it in my sleep. Sleeping in the daytime, too alive in the night. I close my eyes and try to breathe but everythings a fight. #fragment #reworkneeded

Caught In a crosshair, You feel the fear there. Bang bang bang And you're scared Bang bang bang Its the sound of the gun Repeating like a drum You can hear the thump In the chest of dum dums Hear the thump Of a heart thats done. Night overcomes The day that begun As a day without cares And now no one seems to care Only film and share Your demise and despair. Going viral As you spiral Into the sound of a drum One last groan and done. It was the sound of a gun...

On the social, as the social order Steps through antisocial borders. Local and parochial, Vocal yet colloquial. Smaller worlds with bigger walls, Insulated insularity, higher falls Makes racing to the lowest level A show pony triumph of the devil. Flags and banners Picks and hammers, Pick the message, hammer it home. Coats and orders Boats and borders Push the boat out from border zones. Popularised by populists Who tap the fear, get the gist, Manipulate fear into a fist, All the while taking the piss With tax havens in foreign climes With truths shaven to lies in lines. Acceptable tensions pull the vote. When we're at each other's throat Only one side ever wins, The politicians and their whims

Half the world lives in a screen, Half the world thinks it's obscene. Half the world is somewhere else Half the world feels on a shelf. The divide and attention span Is in slide and needs spanning, man, Or half the world will see in dreams And half a world will plot and scheme To make a world without a screen And half a world will protest scream. Unity and parity Share and like and share alike Parity in unity Watch, subscribe. Subscribe to watch. There is a way to meld and be. Ring the bell to always see Arrival to the viral, viral in vitality

Loose the hounds to hound the loose, Conformity's not an option. Just compliance, compliance is just And justice complies to what compliance decides. There aint no room for singular expression. I,I,I, not I. Box it in for maximum compression The I in I must die. Strange thing innit, how capitalism's individualism Demands, to be in it, a corporate conformism. Every suit appears grey. Every Grey appears in suits. Alien concept, human prey. Money is the hound loosed

Go to work and never shirk, do what the bosses tell you. Wear the shirt, though it hurts and wonder when they'll pay you. Noose the tie, Tie the noose, coercion of the masses Untie the knots, knot unity, erosion of the classes. It never pays enough Every day is tough Every time is rough Is the wave enough To delay the guff. What you're saying is im staying on the paving thats laid out for me. Its so crazy, I'm not lazy, future's getting hazy, I cant see Where escape is gonna be. You have had enough of me. There's nothing left to wring out. I've had enough of you There's nothing you give but doubt. Doubt of a future Doubt of a suture For the open wounds of working for a living. Bang your head against the wall, boundaries aren't for giving. And its time to step outside the rope, Call it six and name it hope. Its time to forge something new. Its time to give some time to you, To me, to them, not Them, but them Its time to find the bleed and stem The outward flow to oblivion Time to find a new reason ...

Anti semantic Of course I'm not fucking that Being against wordplay would make me a fucking twat. But against words out of context, I will always fight the pretext That conflation Is a definition That contextualisation Is a mission That you want to put on me. I aint anti semantic You might think this pedantic. But subtext is so vital When a world is going viral.

There's a life that i live Its not life that i give. Its alive inside my head. But in life my head is dead. But you would never know. I always go with the flow That gives a sense of normalcy That never chimes with reality. So I'm walking and I'm talking I feel you hawking and just stalking. Cos you want a read of me, A book that you cannot see. Cos you were never chapter In my halted path ta, To whatever resolution Would become my solution To a problem I have never solved. To a metaphorical, I've not resolved. So there's a life you always see, But its not mine to give Even though it's my reality I always hold the sieve...