Regard This as Evidence

By Lambski

The book Regard This As Evidence is a collection of poems written over a 30 year period which has had much of it’s inspiration from class war to love from concerns over war and global warming and also issues on a personal level. Some of the poems were written through periods when the poet was homeless and struggling with everyday life on a monetary level, basically short of cash. The influences may be obvious some less so. Hopefully the reader can relate to the concepts of the rhymes and appreciate their sentiments which have been moulded by a backdrop of 30 years of influential times.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Oct 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9781728394756

Lambski

Lambski hails from Newport in Gwent, South Wales, UK. Some of the poems were written for this collection during 2019 before the poet left his usual place of residence in Bournemouth, England, UK, to go and work and travel in Bretagne in France to find inspiration from French culture for his work. After 10 days in Rennes, he had to head back to England as the French government was forced into lockdown because of Covid 19. During the first few months of isolation, Lambski wrote over 40 poems which are now in this book. The crisis proved to be an inspiration during which Lambski contracted Covid 19 and was ill for about two weeks. He recovered fully. Hopefully you will enjoy this collection and eventually the world can recover from the virus. If you have lost loved ones in the pandemic the author’s prayers are for humanity during the days of Covid 19. Also Lambski has already published a book in October of 2019 two months before the crisis called ‘Regard This as Evidence’ available on Google worldwide.

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REGARD THIS AS

EVIDENCE

LAMBSKI

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Published by AuthorHouse 10/29/2019

ISBN: 978-1-7283-9476-3 (sc)

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Contents

Foreword

Anger

Kings and Governors

Walk Every Mile

We May Not Care

Cliffs of Dover

Summer Storm

Burn in You

The Daughters of Rebbecca

The Scar of McGilligan

Refugee

Love Hearts

Beating True

Love Beach Blues

Divinity

Maze

The Peoples Turn

Suss the Ghanja Riot

Light the Stars

Calling Home

Herbie Green

Of course

- Warrior of base-

White Lace

Faithless Shame

Spinning Free

Siberian Zero

Nation Against Nation

Cold Stones

Crossed Like The Double

The Light of Russias Torch

The World that came in Third

Sarejevo 2

Artistic Crime

Justice

Solstice

Caustic

Make The Deal

Eternal Wine

Retro

Revolution Walk

Desert Bloom

Blaze the Sun

Anna Kournikova

Touch me

Blood of Innocence

Seasons come

Stop

The Rhythm

Cliffs of Dover

Flowers of the Field

Silence of the Hush

Cambridge Square

Ghetto Chase

Erupt the Sun

September Sun

Inglorious Crime

Wisdom Now Compete

Situations vacant, I

Song To Fight

L’arc Enciel

Oceans Swell

Sarejevo 1

Seventh Sea

Obscene

Loves Embrace

Rock ‘n’ Rolling

Famine

Distant Shore

The Reader

Sunshine Days

Song

Death on Tour

In Retrospect

Flying

Empty Plate

Earth Zero One

World Power

Gutters Ode

Idealism

Liberty Hangs

Frozen Passion

Wet Dreaming in the Sun

Kangaroo Babylon 1990

Foreword

When slaves revolt they don’t care if they die because all life is only death, in every breath the taunts of power for slavery is the birth of power and power was built on slavery. The boundaries of capital are burned for a race of thieves to unite beneath flags coloured with the blood of victims for the glory of power. The power only exists to control for abuse, the victims are slaves the dispossessed, those driven from their Homes by laws by war by lies of freedom that only enslave with the morality of murder and the justification of ruler ship by men whose very acts of democracy were conjured up by illusions funded by theft.

What is it then when a slave dies? What is the loss? The loss of free labour, profit and control. What laws protect the enslaved against death whilst they are guzzled with the religions of hypocrisy. The religions of hypocrisy that created slavery to build capitalism.

So now the capitalism of our sustained lives enslaves us with the economies of the system. That not only destroys labour but now also the earth with indifference to it’s life and worth. The air we breathe. Nature will spew her anger into the face of tyranny that rules the earth by war by class and economic slavery. And so the tyrants can drink oil at the feast of their re-birth to golds power to destroy, and me another slave to die? Well I’ll always be…. Lambski

Dedicated to Pam

Anger

The anger of a nation,

and a spark to light it’s flame.

The mounted force of order,

charges once again.

I watch and see with horror,

the weapon of the state.

Take it’s wage of blood and tears,

from those who demonstrate.

The cries of defiance,

are shouting loud and clear.

The well of my emotion,

becomes an outraged tear.

In the centre of democracy,

the power tends not to see.

The chant of a protestor sings,

that we are proclaimed free.

Kings and Governors

Dawns of requirement begin without trust,

Corroding the bullion with lies into rust.

Launching uranium into wealth’s stolen sky,

Asking the weatherman if it’s raining and why.

Oh I know truth has become real,

From my treasures liars steal.

To hoard deceits throne of greed,

And say through teeth that you are freed.

Did you see newsday spawn the lie?

Dressed up like monarchy refusing to die.

Justifying slaughter like it was a gift,

Giving another hate crime excuse in the twist.

Why can’t freedom mean the word?

Why can’t victory be the first?

How is it that your chains are gold?

When it was all lies you ever told.

Was it just a cooling breeze?

That brought me ever to my knees.

Before my love stirred