The Talking Jaguar

Liz r an it knowsSun lit walls topples,Stones spills into a Jungle...of emerald an gold,yellow go's, comes a dark glow..Talking energy flows, a clutching fierce shadow..Letting go, mind no mind, a Talking Jaguar.Free fall, letting go..as the eye expands,explodes..electrical buzz's into caves of crystal;to the depth of a petals prisms that breaks the light into visions.Instincts, Flashes, Knowing Instructs,The Talking Jaguar..MotioningSeeing...Feelings, strutsTalking without TalkingI see her WorldShe let me KnowA Black Cat Zar A Talking Jaguar

Gods Chav

I wake up and begin to reason, I don't have any clothes that fit me, ain't got no food to put into my tummy.It only takes a second before I make the decision!I gotta go out and do some runnings! Trust I'm not going hungry for a moment longer....I'm a chav without a hood or a guy waiting on a J.S.A payout, from a centre without any way-out...I begin to realise everywhere I go its easy pickings...I'm just a hood on a mission, a chav, before a judge I stood and had my Community Service revoked..all because they called us breds chavs!.You see that's a name we call one another! Can’t an eater a wage slave 8- 6 be thinking they are anything more than the ass kissing McJob chasing the Dragon 50hrs for £220! Fuck you fuck the sell out bitch working jus to pay the landlord..thinking you got a life when you’re just limited to your five senses, the only Dream you have is to escape the chains you can't see.I'm already out of my Birdcage, ain't going back Jack! Look at this Chav.I got a brand new hood my freedom and I'm picking up!Trust anybody who passes judgement is already a slave a cog in the machine...bolstered by the tele prompting Obama Deception..to the news reader to your mom's brain, as the news feeder smiles every word read well, a big fat wedge the Bankers smile the Bankers control the Wankers lie is told different on every level.Fuck them they can have power but can't have Joy there power is not powered by my soul.A starvation Generation fighting and scratching Drinking wasting running Dying fuck you to the Sound of the chant Down with the Nanny State Sell out N.W.O will be the last Stand..on the parapit of the broken blocks and rubble will be the Chav leading the Battle, just like in War of the Worlds except the Enemy is from within, where your taxes go, the Red Shield with there militarized Zones, checkpoints, National I.D Required. Microchip a little itchy at first you tell your only child. Rations devided, flouride levels rise as the Machine changes into top gear.Only to come to a sudden holt with the rise of the Chav the hood, the person who understood the plan of the Red Shield, the Rothschilds smile with the extra profit of the Carbon Tax...What they wish for is joy, a normal perspective well nature never intended in any singular dimension for them to win. we are not alone ever. We already got Gods Intervention It has no name no gender or anything you want to call It.I'm a Chav God's Chav.

The Outsiders and the Caged.

An Outsider Yes!Seems like what I've stand for and stood against, has made me aware how many traitors I am surrounded by namely Discrimination, Justice and the Law.The only conciliation is that I've got no regrets protecting the innocent, and always will do. Yet the evil that lingers in the traitor’s reality, mirrors there sense of worth and place.The pain they can give me I easily surpass with my endurance and cosmic ability.I expose truth so as to protect. Time is the chooser when truth tips the balance. What draws me to disbelieve is how very few real good people there are. What draws me to bigger disbelieve is their hatred! Which is their genius, it is perfect, like a diamond, demanding self importance and giving them the look of hunted game.

The Story of the Elephant with a Butterfly in the heart.

The story of the elephant with a butterfly in the heart. The ele tried so very hard to budge from a twig, but couldn't! All her life.. Tied to a tree! she didn't understand the feeling to run free, but hidden deep in her heart, was a butterfly that inspired this to be. Mine is the angels stares, my soul reaches out to there smiles I endear. The flowers in the colours, the stars in the light, In the milky way hour, empower, ignite the butterflies daydream of paradise of a day gone by another life. This love flames with fire, as she closes her eyes, pictorize and sings, a lullaby she is. Once upon a lullaby, always upon my heart. The story of a butterfly, a lullaby you are. A lullaby you are. The morning sun burns through the fog in the reality of the day, in a golden ray of love, she flies hi, by the movement of her wings, creates phenomenal change. The sun shines in her hair with a golden daisy behind her ear. As she flies with her rainbow wings and magic fiery waves a lullaby she is. Once upon a lullaby. always upon my heart. The story of a butterfly, a lullaby you are. A lullaby you are. So in a kind of blue, corn yellow sun, under a knotted oak, lying on a dewed green, all the leafs sparkle in the breeze. The sound’s of change a palace of dreams.The elephant listened deep in her heart, what she felt was right, was the best fight she’s got. The elephant become free. When she listened to her heart, she was alone but alone with the gods.

Three Little Angels

I Love you, you and you, like the beautiful blue that is always the sky, even when it's cloudy its still blue behind. I love you, you and you. All of me is for all of you, you and you, that is so very easy to do. The heavenly golden sun dew rays kisses our Earth,and paints my favourite colour at first light. You my true loves im gonna lift always any clouds from your hearts, everyone gonna be able to see the wonder of blue, the love in you. As the sun always burns, and gives light, all of life, all of love, all because Maya, Jacob and Ruben. All of me is for all of you, you and you.

Poor rich

The poor will always moan, that’s just idle chatter. All the money goes to the few, at least to the few that matter. The Bankers have got the money power, we got people power, who the fuck is in control, wake up! step up! If you let go of the idle chatter, that divides and conquers, and replace that with a little love for one another,that which unites to win in the arena, then we will become participants not spectators.

The Voice of the Casualties and the Fallen in Wars

The fallen a soldier a fallen. Imagine in a hospital gown, three weeks it's been now, just get me out of here man.I still got a lot I wanna do. I can feel in everyway who I am, no point me worrying, I'm still here,What they can't cure I will endure,its not as though I've got worse,I'm still a casualty, I'm not a hero fallen. Shell shocked all the same, its odd I feel real strong,my family is all that goes through my mind.I love this life, the gift to feel to smile to love & be loved.I bow my head down loose my breath as I think of the hero fallen. I give thanks to God, although my injuries severe, against all the odds I'm still here.I put my trust in the Docs, Nurses & the Surgeons, even the water I drink.I miss the morphine, not just for the pain but to aid my sleep.I refuse to surrender rosa then red to ..rosa.. colour being passed,then I block the fughing cavator.I should boast the pain has eased & I can eat & eat.I imagine the person in my mind I have become, how blind I was, what is life?Is all we love, all we have, even if it be a small cloud passing through a strip of blue sky from my bedside, or the fresh smell of a sea breeze, even now somehow it feels as if it's a dream, maybe I'm still in the picture & my focus has changed, every detail seems so possible, when at any mo your another fallen hero, a number in a body bag.This gown I’m taking off. I’ve such a desire to live to love to not give up.Feelings of dejavu, lying on my side for near a month.I just wanna stand, run into that sea and swim until the golden sunrays set pretty babe.I have a desire to throw myself into nature's breast, smell red roses, breath, breath a sigh of silence for the heroes fallen.