Haqueian Verse


Some embrace it,

Some abhor,

There will be,



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Behind the Curtain



seen through your eyes


when the lens comes into focus

ignorant bliss

choosing to not look behind the curtain

knowing what you know for certain

truth can be ignored

if your comfort can be restored


a puzzle box to contort, to distort

to simplify all matters into black and white

no room for values of gray

it must remain this way


shutting down

your sphere is a bubble

focused signals

when the message can be fine tuned

prophets can bloom


seen in your eyes


when the lens comes into focus

compulsive bliss

choosing to ignore what is behind the curtain

knowing what you know is certain

truth can be ignored

if it doesn't corroborate all you've absorbed


a puzzle box to contort, to distort

to simplify all matters into black and white

no room for values of gray

it must remain this way


and it all turns to shit

the pieces just don't fit

the world at your hands

reduced to marketing brands

so it's always been bullshit

a toxic fallacy of choice

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My ode to Declan Curry

current affairs


Greetings Declan, how do you do?

Just had to write a poem to you

then perhaps you will read it

not that this counts as an edict

you look a really nice guy

I'm betting this system, some grinds


and if a 12 yr old girl can find

fundamental faults in this bind

a journalist like you must be able

to see injustice and fables

your a investigative journalist

come on Declan what gives?


The rich are getting richer too

does this really bother you

that there is one family that has

in the bank more cash

than all the Forbes billionaires

come on Declan, do you care?


Or don't you investigate any more?

cos I got news for you on that score

if your selective with the truth

not only are you uncouth

your just a propagandist instead

walking on broken glass in your head


The people that run capitalism

about to do a controlled demolition

they know the polar shift comes next

going to really screw with heads

no electricity for a month or two

when power back on, panic will ensue

as 2 billion people disappear

won't include me or you!


Only then will people realize

without electric, no good digitized

cash, will revert to commodities

or bartering, what can you swap with me?

Why do you think golds in demand?

I'm not the only soothsayer/magician!

I get it from my cousin Old Mother Shipton


The banks lack of glastegel now

a run on them reveals no cash cow

people get robbed blind

what do you think happens when they realize?

The people have had everything stolen

under 'pay the bearer' false notions

every QE shrinks the sterling pound

a few more of them and permanent frowns


The Tottenham riots will be childsplay

won't be good to live in any city

as looters look for food for tea

life won't matter to them definitely

we over-played our hand of poker

and Gordon, for selling our gold cheap is a joker


I don't expect all countries to suffer

industrious ones will have a buffer

but we don't make anything anymore

Capitalism is a financial trap door

and when that industry's swept away

the suns shining for making hay


it wont be all that bad in the end

the banking clique will be condemned

western leader war crimes too

the Golden Age, a different world view

and one thing I will guarantee

before too long free electricity

all the covered up tessler technology


loads more secrets will come out

but the word means 'to be revealed' anyhow

when your electric goes out next year

remember me and please don't sneer

cos you would have candles in by then

sacks of rice and lots of pens

a japanese sword on the wall too

things are going to get hairy for you


cos the system you actively support

was never built to last I proport

the only thing that does is love

only casualties of war, white doves

whilst the rich make all the cash

and the elite control all circumstance


a problem cannot be solved, Einstein said

by the same thinking that created it

so they fester and create injustices

Capitalism is just a humanity cyst

forms parasites on the public purse

only thing to shake them, a re-birth

coming sooner than you think

just sorry that a 12 yr old had the bottle

to point out the obvious stink


inspired by this 12 year old girl




Author's Notes/Comments: 

inspired by this 12 year old girl

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Consequences of Complacence

I come from a land ravaged by suburbia

and pillaged by consumerism.

Savage businessmen wielding briefcases bursting with misery—

documents and papers detailing the death of society,

the rise of tyranny and bureaucracy,
the reign of money.

The fame of capitalism reeks of concrete and iron,
chemical cleansers and emporiums of oil drums.

Industrial war guns beat the rhythm of the new society,
give the view of this despondency,
this chaotic wreck of a failed experiment
somehow managing
to perpetuate itself,

still able to infiltrate ourselves and be absorbed

by that impetuous sponge,
that inherently bilious,
developed ambitious
mass of empiricism,
reasoning imperialism as logical and somehow making capitalism


dressing the able in suits,
putting the apes in cages for entertainment on weekends when their boss says,
“Take the day off.”

The suits rip their identity asunder and indulge at their pillaged lands as a vacation

just to go back on Monday and repeat the process.

An assemblage of machine gears and levers automate the system,

driven by goals and future-mindedness,

unconscious sustainment of egoism,
despite the conflict,

regardless of intuitive compulsion reasoned as abhorrent by specialized experts.

I without me is revolt.

‘Tis the purity gleaming through prisms producing vast vibrancy—

breathtaking beauty leaves me lightheaded,
discordant with this SHIT propagated by elected leaders,
collective breeders of ideas and identities,
destroyers of loving societies.

An intoxicating smog fills our lungs with stable satisfaction,
or at least adequate apathy to leave us complacent,

but carrying the catarrh,

coughing up blood and tar,
emitting exhaust like a diesel truck.

Poisoned by our own action, a different course must discernibly be followed,
perhaps no course at all, but the presence of just one essence:

-Ryan K. Fuller

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On Simplistic Garbage Cans

So there are garbage cans
For your garbage can lids
To place your household refuse
And olden wasteful deeds!

Forgetting that they are
Reservoirs for uselessness,
Without one member,
It's incomplete, sure is!

Because even if they're plastic,
The instrument, tho' exploitative,
Will forever be full--replicative--
For even the very narcissistic!