Archive for June, 2013

This is the lying bastard of a police officer whom came to our home and told us that what happens in school stays in school. And supposedly that I had no say whatsoever in whether or not to pursue the my son’s assault in school. While in our home he repeatedly lied and sought confrontation with myself while at the same time trying to play down the fact that my son had been assaulted. Not surprisingly I have been informed that the police have decided not to do anything about this assault a continuation of not only the schools discriminatory practices but also that of the police, for there has not been an incident in the last seven years where I have not had to take the police to court to force them to carry out what is meant to be their public duty but instead they have continually failed to protect either myself or my children. It’s not the first time I have met this particular officer as he came to our home last year when my neighbor was being verbally abused by a group of youths but the officers concerns then was that I was seen filming the young people being abusive and he was not interested at all in the fact that they were breaking the law at the time. Even then he made it quite apparent that if he could have arrested me for something then he would have done so and on top of that he then lied to say that he was giving me a warning for filming the group of youngsters. Going along those lines no recordable evidence would be admissible in a court including cctv to say nothing of the many video footage and phone pictures that were used in the recent killing of a solder in London.

What concerns me if that this is the 2nd of three complaints that I have raised with the police whom have not only taken their time in the investigation but have so far refused to provide evidence of either carrying out an investigation or the supplying of requested documents in relation to two arrests. While I represent myself in court it is obvious that Oakham police are withholding the information that not only am I entitled to as a self representative but that they have stated they would provide and have thus far chosen not to. Having had five cases where the police have misrepresented information in the last seven years while trying to prosecute me in addition to the four cases where I have had to take them to court in order for them to do their public duty I feel safe in saying that this is institutional racism, that this is discriminatory practice, that this is individuals choosing to use their public office for the carrying out of their own racist bigotry agenda and using their positions to be discriminatory, that this is common practice not only here in the heart of England Rutland but also throughout England…..

Vengeance has no master for
it is the consumer of all things
that are man but justice has
a hold upon that which motivates
the hearts and minds of few
to the point of sacrifice and
in so doing brings about that
which is whole in understanding
of itself…


It’s going to be a busy week of case law court applications chase up letters the process of democracy is slow to the point of non-existent in the county or Rutland. The police at the moment seem unwilling to supply the information requested or forward on written confirmation of supposed investigations as such their delay tactics are ridiculous and a mere indication of their inability to act professionally on any level still all ammunition for the gun pointed squarely at their heads…. I did notice that there is some kind of new inspector or Rutland police or some such rubbish obviously they have had a shuffle round rather than hold one of their own accountable for anything so much shit and expect-ability in what they do for them it’s a learning cure for others it’s a loss of liberties and rights but always it non-accountablity and the covering of their own asses… I keep telling you I aint done with you yet…..!

Looking for that which is
within the minds eye lost
in the sight of realities glare
seeking a way forward when
all steps are those of restriction

looking for that which is
not there to be found for
by it’s definition its limitations
appear as shadows to the
physical reality of it all

looking for what which is

In the cloud I saw your
face your eyes wide open
that look just in case you
should see something that
would pull at your heart

In the cloud I saw your
tears all gathered up waiting
for that time to fall no
anticipation no reason to
call to another just waiting
patiently their turn to express

In the cloud I saw your
smile riding with the sunrise
riding on high showing all
the world that just maybe
today could be that better day

In the cloud I saw your
shadows I heard your voice
that gentle breeze had the
fields swaying to your ever
word horses stood still
in anticipating of words
rushing from the woods
in such silent urgency

In the cloud I saw your
all the fall of my mind
and the new beginning to
find that which I had lost
to you so long ago my heart
beats no more for life is
over now while I look to
see you in the clouds

Distant echo’s of the past
claims upon the future and
things that last
changed imagination comes
into play maybe not tomorrow
and maybe not today

Distant echo’s of the past
holding on tightly for those
things do move fast that
bring about change how
strangely we view them
while all remains the same

Distant echo’s of the past
did we not do this before
was this not the last dance
oh how the music does play
swaying us this and thata way
dance little lady dance for
me for do you not know I’m
blind and do not see those sways
of attraction am not inspired
by physical abstraction for such
are the things that only for a while
that sunshine will bring for

Distant echo’s of the past
have there hold upon so many
a thing to bring about deception
and to the heart ache only brings


If I made you my only other
what is the chance that I would
discover the true meaning of
the you would you show me
or hide that which in side makes
you all that you are would it be
a slow journey with don’t know
and but maybe I’ll reach the goal
that is true

If I made you my only other


Why is it that you do not see
the demons that past me the
demons that be all over the earth
on other considerations it may
be a curse that I do know them
for they can not hide as mine minds
eye does show them to be all
that they are

Why is it that you do not see
do you close your mind do you
not want it to be all that it truly
is for to see them once must know
of the bliss of detachment not
doing their work unaware or being
the reason why others lose care
of the mind

Why is it that you do not see

Steeples towers clocks and flowers
so many of them built to last
parapets defences gargoyles that
are defensive menacingly offensive
to those that know of the spoils of
war for religion and more are mere
tools of the trade for some to gather
up souls and capture them whole
leaving no option than to get up and
run or give in and become that like
sin lost in the darkness of day


In the distance
I see you looking at me
In the distance
I feel you wanting to be free
In the distance
I hear you calling to me
In the distance
Is that not to where you did flee
In the distance


I’m waiting for that train
to come to carry me to
that place to far to run to
on mine own

I’m waiting for that train
I think my friends on there
for they have finished their
roaming of life and are heading
home now had enough of the
strife and poverty of the soul

I’m waiting for that train
for it’s going to that place
where all things become
whole in their own right
that place where darkness
is as light for nothing is

I’m waiting for that train

I lost my way chasing rainbows
Fell a few times along the way
Climbed over hedges and fell in
To ditches got a little dirty got
A little wet didn’t get to the end
But the people I met along the
Way some are still with me today
I lost my way chasing rainbows
So now I’m jumping for clouds

Oh how cheaply we sell the
soul that thing without which
we can never be whole we give
away in our dreams for its the
imagination that makes such things
seen in the distance of the night
then they do seek us and give us
such fright in the true nature of
it all but not many are willing to
acknowledge that call that was made
deep in the night not able to deal
for the body has not flight capabilities
to go and hide where god does not see


Do my eyes they deceive me
For my heart whont believe
Me when I tell it to leave
My mind alone for distance
May pass but to no place
Be last that resting place
A home of the kind where
Peace they can find from the
Pearcingly moan and groan
Of all differing kinds to windge
And whine sambo will you
Not go home oh how harsh
They seem vile and unclean
Do they not even respect their
Own for my family tree traces
Back to thee after Scotland
Ireland Jamaica the blood did
Roam look closely you’ll see
That deep within me your blood
Is finally home

Where is my religion when was
it decided who made the decision
that it should not be a way of life
the meaning for me to call such things
my home to changed that mansion
and now call it a home where the
mind and body do rest but where
the soul is put to the test of all things
that could be

Where is my religion when was
where did it go who took this from
me this promise of everlasting life
that reason to be whole that other
called wife and family where did
they go why did I not see the coming
of the night

Where is my religion when was
it is that shadow became light and
all that is done in the dark is now
just parcel and part of this we call
normality I not happy with what I
feel nor see

Where is my religion I have to ask
for that faith I don’t see in this every
day life of which death be such a big



Do you not see the shadows
at play they only come out
when children go away to their
homes at night for not to be seen
not to give fright to those images
of ghosts and other unseen things
in the minds imagination

Do you not see the shadows
they dance and they sing to one
another to bring that happiness
of kind on the slide the roundabout
for a ride while like angels they
glide easily too fast for the eye
to see but yet their there

Do you not see the shadows
for surely they watch closely
the comings and goings of both
you and I



The need of it to hold
On to put in the bank
For you can not make
The greed of it to feed
The face to deprive another
Just in case you should
Ever bleed
The speed of it to drop
Ones own forsake all
Others work fingers to
The bone just to have
That house and home
Be all secure and live
The sense of it to capture
The soul defragmentation
Never to be whole to keep
It separate from its kind
Thus reducing the chance
To find true happiness to
Know ones worth and be
Truly blessed

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