RevolutionAL (- Alistair Plint -)

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Poet RevolutionAL (- Alistair Plint -)

When poetry drops on white pages likethunderous dark clouded drops of sixty-per-cent acid.
Hey You!

Do you have a tenner?

Shot... Help this dude! Support!

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/speakeasy/read/9353/


Re-INtroDuced - Re-IntroSpection - Re-VoluTe

Well Hello

Thank you for visiting again' love what you've done with your hair!This is my Jouska.

About me.

I'm in LOVE! Real, Solid, Raw LOVE!

"I am a flawsome, technophile, pistanthrophobic, libertarian, coryphee, ambivert, individualist.
(My Psychiatric accounts are insane!)

I have size B man boobs; I eat lots of KFC in my endeavour to achieve size C. I am widely opinionated on liberty, religion and spirituality, hence accused of being "open minded". The problem with an open mind? There is always someone trying to fill it!

I come fromSouth Africa!This means I have mastered NONE of the eleven official languages which has taken years, to achieve!

I once wanted to be a Master, that sucked. So I became a submissive, that sucked.
It turns out the most successful effort is  pan-sexual, polyamorous & not suck at all.

I have three children. All girls. One is mad or a teenager (however you choose to define the pre-life crisis) the other two live in co-habitation with their mother, none of them have been to jail, so I obviously taught them to drive very quickly, when they see the blue lights.

I loathe the Illuminati! Yes Nemo, I know you follow me & no you may not have any of my money, it's all mine, mine you hear, you triangular-owl-eye'-transvestite-slut!

"when you see a hoodie; know they have someting to hide"


This poem is for DUP...


When poetry  drops  on  white pages  like  thunderous  dark  clouded  drops of  sixty-per-cent  acid.

Home

Mysterious enchantment
gloriously
packaged
in a movement
of celebrating
the birthright
of talent

Where freedom of speech
is not
just a tag-line
gazetted
but a lifestyle
a action
a truth
to be
heard

A place
where in
solidarity writing's
protected
where in
solitude
alienation
is heard

In my
quietest moment
of solemness
depression
I know I am safe
I just quietly read
in a place
I call
home

[.]


I can't find the poem I wrote about you anywhere; but one day I will write you a new one, please don't cry!

Would you be an absolute darling and read a book called "The Road To Mars" by Eric Idle. Failing that, please consider hitting like on my facebook page. Consider it a uncharitable cause...

http://fb.me/RevolutionAl2

Thank you ever so much for the kindness!

Blue Skies @You

Did I mention I'm in Love?



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