Aliens Hold Congress

It was announced by scientists on this day that Aliens had held congress with leading humans to reveal in reality that we have believed in biblical falsehood and to declare that our belief in God is a falsehood, we are but free fall models as seed from trees, a planted phenomenon on what we know as earth, our feelings of being are instructive of our construction and our hurt pain and suffering a condition that lives in our mortal time and alloyed spans, the devil is ultimate death behind a locked door.

New Balances.

Whatever happened to that familiar face, the one that went around the world-changing the direction of lives and deaths of millions, it was such a facade someone caught you unauthorised were they in the common mirror of man, your mask slipped and another world availed itself you are an alien, and the press were in that toilet you were alone exposed, so how do we inform a world in panic not to be alarmed.

The Great Council Tax Rip Off

The great council tax rip off yes here we go, cuts in services inconsistent council tax increases. The difficultly that I have with this particular tax is that year upon year thousands upon thousands of houses flats etc, are built, each dwelling with a revenue of more than a thousand pounds to the local authority.

Is this a housing need or another way to bolster the council coffers in the light of central government funding cuts to local government. I don’t believe that there needs to be cuts to vulnerable groups in society and the cuts should come higher in the command chain of local government.

In conclusion if properties are re-valued for council tax banding don’t forget the difference in years since the nineties and today, and how house prices have been tickled up to borrow more in the FALSE economy we have. New banding will garner revolt . With this fact isn’t it time the governor of The Bank of England was brought to trial for suspending interest rates and helping people to continue living in borrowing la la land , Mason Cult Socialist Crusader. .

If I…

If I am re-incarnated as a cat I will sleep upon cord jackets, I have now seen in my human life thus far the comfort and peace within the cat, two on one cord jacket curled in a mystic harmony and at the end of my time if I return as a cat trapped as I may feel in my new clothes I will curl on that cord jacket oh the calm

I Cry For The Celeb.

Do you remember crying in your beer for a dead star you thought you might know today. Do you cry for a celebrity who brings no joy, never makes you happy, but somehow does the business, whilst I sit with my ugly self-imposed version of doom

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