Synopsis

So you're reading the synopsis; this book is basically Little King's synapsis going crazy due to happiness. His ranting causes people bare stress. So he poetically wrote down his thoughts instead. Getting things off his chest, in truth I think he's just a quivering mess. £9.99? I must confess, This books worth way less, just shoplift it out underneath your vest. Then open up the pages & put it to the test. Skim reading it is probably best, once its read pass it on to the next. Youll then probably need to give your mind a rest. Anyway I digress; buy this book so little king gets fed.....bless. Youre still here? Don't get me mistook, this is a terrible book......But anyway.. Why not take a look?

Message to My Mum

I love you mum, I know you probably think i'm lost or being selfish; I'm sorry for this but i'm just trying to adjust to a world that's hellish. You see you raised me with good morals, to be polite  & respect my elders. To share my sweets as a toddler, which all stay with me now I'm older. It was your warm heart & strong shoulders that taught me how to be a humanitarian soldier that wants to help others as the world grows colder. Recently I've not shown you truly, just how much you mean to me. My intention is to express this more to you meaningfully, I can't express it with money so I do so with poetry. Words in rhyme comes natural to me. It's therapy. Mum, please don't hate me. I'm working so hard to show you my heart and intentions are pure. I understand my failures & they say prevention is better than the cure. I have great plans & great ambition, I'm on a lifelong mission, they can't beat us all into submission. Anyway I'll end this transmission. I love you mum, I miss you, take care. Hugs and kisses.

Hmmmm hijabs, hoodies, hats; what's the difference?

Ok so im gonna give you my Uneducated views at first then il do a little research, climb down off my ignorant perch and give you a more balanced view point through my words.

So from a Western outsider looking in, hijab is rather strange clothing. Were used to girls showing off there loreal hair because there worth it. Our religion; materialism, permits it.

Girls here wear the latest gucci or vivian Westwood, wouldn't be seen dead in a drab brown or black hood. Its not cool and it would be thoroughly misunderstood

I personally have no qualms with anybody wearing any clothing item it's their decision, Especially when it's part of their belief system or their religion as long as it hurts no one there should be no ''la restricti'on''

My opinions on this subject therefore are pretty short but sweet. I simply have no issues or any extreme beliefs. Although I do know in the same way I wear an akala t shirt or a quirky poets hat. These peoples garments are personal, for pride, for honour and I respect that.

Why do westerns obsess and emit unneeded stress over somebody elses head dress? Surrely they should treat them with respect and not discontent. It makes me upset.

I said earlier I would do further research, I will but I won't burden you with more words. Just one last verse.

What gives you the right to question somebody's humanity because to you they look a little funny or wear different clothing out in public. Personally I love it. Different Cultures mingling in our united kingdom of puppets. Clones after clones of gucci wearing muppets. do you know what?enough of it....Give me a hijab with soul and humanity over that supermodel rubbish.

Keep doing what you believe in I respect it with all my heart and soul. Hijab for the win forget the gucci fool.

Dark thoughts

Sometimes I question if suicide would end the whole thing. If this great big world of chaos, I was just imagining, if my mind was really just escaping, daydreaming, just resting & really I'm still sat in class, year one or reception. Kinda like inception but really im homeless, unemployed & must carry on no exception, this gives me deep heartburn like indigestion.


My mind is stressing with questions, like why did I become restless? What was I working towards, was it senseless? Do I need to rebuild my whole self, am I selfish?  How can I help the world if i cant even solve this? Should I give up on my dreams just so I can pay rent? How easy would it be for me to reinvent? I need to find strength.explain myself better to my friends, because right now I'm writing this rather than talking out my pain. The ink won't be enough to release this off my brain. Everytime I feel to push the button I stop myself again.


Self destruction will not help me, I need to play the game and do good deeds with the solid foundation I create or do I cut up my N.I card and become a freeman from the state? How can I feel this way? Why is my heart astray? Having to leave my family who find it hard to handle me because they don't understand my dream. I'm hardly eating, I'm lean. Lack of self esteem and direction won't help to build with my team. I need to scream. Somebody help me! I'm still not free. But as I feel so hopeless My brother Smiley has given me a poster. It says keep courage & carry on regardless. Just what I needed from a friend when feeling heartless. Realising I need to pull people closer not push them away like they're detrimental to me. I need to take control of my own destiny...

The hospital for sick children.

I was sitting in the Hospital for sick children wondering what the real meaning of why I was there. "I'm sitting in the hospital for sick children but I'm not even sick I just 'found myself 'here."


You see I'm a doctor in the hospital for sick children. A silent healer. A guru or you could call me a teacher. I came here for a specific purpose. To scrape away the surface and look deeper as to why this hospital was even purchased. Turned into a circus. Creating hate & making children nervous.


You see I was a patient in the hospital for sick children once myself. I used to think I was depressed, stressed, low in good health. I was trapped in a sense with confusions, delusions, addictions & conflictions. They had me on repeat prescriptions.


I realised that most of the doctors that worked in the hospital had bad intentions. They just wanted to hand out drugs like the teachers were handing out detentions.


So I came to realise that the only way I could get better. Was to fight whatever the weather. Get up out of bed. Use my head. Realise I'm not sick because of my own problems but from theirs instead. THEY fed me this polluted food, air & water. THEY taught me it was ok to slaughter. THEY gave me this dis-ease THEY chopped down all the trees.


So I realise that I need to take more of a positive role in this hospital for sick children because the ones who bought it must of bought it as a toy. THEY must just enjoy the suffering of every single girl or boy.


I think it's time we showed them that we can fix up this hospital. We don't need their help. Not at all. Enough of your recklessness &  all the hateful stuff we need a Surgery with logic, care & love.

Home is where the heart is. Part 1

Deep Debate