Somewhat Less Mean

Why not?

Ah, well that be the worth of this measure
not to need to count as the end of
using these tools to clarify real treasure
For the will to have it to do
Be what of together me and you
May well be finding too blue
For the worth of the Earth
Be nobody’s Food
Who has not committed to eternity here too
While the worth of the moon
Be your world’s to have grew
As ants that still today
Here at Earth poo
While no rocket there will take you
But upon occasion a mate fated to
For the terror of the situation
Will be ever upon you to blame of
Until indeed your migration
But by matter not of the realms and planes
You yourselves had worked with to gain
Hiding you own internally acknowledged game
Of working to rip off all else we were worth
In your imagination of us not being able
Without your own criminal like tables
Accusing our will to be stabled
In what you imagine to want of us and our fables
Yet when the reality is of
Each individual presence among
Needing to express willing nature
Within each that exact substance
You intend to intervene with
To effect your own wants of
Expressing your own presentiments
So of your game know my own fame
Be that of a stranger entrapment way
Sure enough just as wrong but yet already tame
For what may you just accuse me of be my own game
While of my own identification
That your own accusations
Noted the difference between
Accusations of anybody
Based in personal guilt only
And accusations about which
That very same individual’s in their ditch
Of never having noticed how other folk can get rich
By blaming their play
In the game of today
Trapped thus between will they stay
If only you have your way
In having stolen from me the fey
Knowledge only of what I see to have been
Already Enabling your game
So let me here make myself plain
That the game has always been the same
When defined as it is within this
Effective comprehension of it
That willing consent is
Defined only by how well informed
Each we have ever been
In every exact substance clean
Consent has been asked for believe
To frame your own debts unto us
As somewhat less mean

Some Unsavoury Details Became More Obviously Needing To Be Acknowledged

Made Plain

It seems to be
That the Japanese
Were lead astray about me
For what I had offered
Of Aboriginal Geisha type knowledge
Was supposed before I had time
To fully furnish the knowledge on offer
And was accepted as
The falsifications we made
Of analgesics to blame
For in which to protect my name
From those whom sought thus to lame
The rebel lion thus made
Of their own fame
Without real base
Their own insanity their shame

So what will it be
That you have the image of me
When with Chris or is it
A Mark who is he
That bound to the fact
Made me Babylon in pact
Or rather to see
Me with who will he yet be
Is unknown to me
But of offers are three
Not yet taken so will we
And of those yet to be
So trialled how many
Between now and the sweet
Truth that Mark Spencer’s fruit
Chris Smart to fart
The beast covered in these words will
His own start
Between the police
And the child pornographer
They sent to follow
And attempt to seduce me
Of course in permanence unsuccessfully
Yet but that police presumptions be
Causal to their own demise we see
For that they have caught but let away with real criminality
In exchange for a few small girls he entraps is
The status of police work to date
In untangling the face
Of Gold Coast brothel and pornography industry

But Is It Written Yet That Totally Smitten

When Written

When you write down
Why you are bringing to ground
That will materialise
In reality to realise
What not true and righteous
Belongs to diseases
Yours if nobody reads it
Not even in dreaming
Yet if real
Even when unread
Of reality instead
And then when unread
Might those who supposed
The written words lie
Never find out why
The Earth’s density condenses
In weightier matter
Literally solidifying
By writing
Thus Arc of Covenant
Is blessed in the opposite
But not for want of trying
While an arc of profanity
Truly less disparity
In which case
As it is at its best
That edits out
Edits down roundabout
And unto the ground wed
By the heaviest elements
Is what the written word is about
When any real meaning abounding by blessed
By diaspora’s test
The cause of children’s protection behest
But of course
It is also the truth
On the smaller scale of
The world in another value made real
That many can write
So as and despite
To prevent of the past that was
Now long gone because
We none of us wanted
To contaminate future’s thus bonded
At least not enough of us would that
To let such be real again as
Has been even if only in the dream
Of sloth not awakening
Impinging upon the dreamtime not wrong
Of the way out from sleep through its way not cheap
We will cause the ending of any harm done to children
That to remember I am
When I write with this pen
Remember a girl’s truth
Shines blame the past’s roof
Dismantling the fear that was
Have written words had always good cause
So take care what you write
For the truth takes its bite
And lies the worst force
Upon your own health the author
Consider direct the proportions
Of time wise decisions to write
While of editorial right
Be choice despite

Finished ?

Finished Yet

Just because I admit
To having finished one job
Does not mean that I am not
Continuing to live
Through all of the other work my lot
Which you who employed me to do
Of your own guilty conscience the work unto
You who might give me money
Or blame me for something
You who seem to expect
Me kow tow to your behest
You whose accusation at best
That when finished that your request
Might also mean that finished I have been
In my own understanding of life's real meaning
You are who will
Pay every day
For the fear you instill
For you own wrong projections of death
Could never have been without your own obscene in this yet
Thus by my will
To hold down you round still
I will work to your tune until . . .

Never

NEVER

Never not my fate
Never told too late
Never nobody's weather of late
Never my own mother to bake
Yet forever her skirt did wake
Me into the nightmare
Of how many spiders were there
In that jar on far not fair
How many lawyers accounted her rate
To realise Inanna's grating old gate
Has her husband the victor
In its closing on over
As a permanent state
Unless she is held accountible for causing her daughter's fate
And the state of that fate
Rescued from what Inanna did do
To bind into hell what hell continues to
For the entrappment of ages
Upon which those who Inanna entraps
Have always just as readily entrapped her back
Has she used upon her daughter
Like a lamb to the slaughter
And begun now impose upon
Even those grandchildren
Thus unless she is held to account
That very gate will prove to have been found out
In those who use of
As the cause of all of
Every act of child hate
So let her begin to of late
Realise how she was blaming
Innocent children
If you want real access to any gate in play
Never another to float on
Never the worser be spoken
Never the key to open
Never no game but stalemate

Word Tangle of Poetry Writing by Dreaming

Failed Fathers Done Some

Declan (any father and mine included)
................. being not able
For the world of sons capable
Of intonation arrangement
And interogation berating fat
Intifada's political estrangment that
No words of my own need intone at
Yet who proved no shoes
When they whispered in the blues
What reality is about
The difference to shout
Between a name and a thing
Has an English word sickness ring
While when he did dumber at
There will always be sombody that
Is who wants to be swept down
With my own words the ground
For never my own sentence fact
That belief be differently
That understanding positive reality
But where are you going now
Its time to get up and
The time is what's got
These words on a permanent lock

Coffee done some but one half the old poem begun

The crazed day
Never the way
Of accepting we are
The inevitable play
For crazy by far
Are all those who are
Failing belief in
The fall of foul playing
So let the way
For real people
Be to speak no evil
For by accusations cause
No death could pause
While Chinamen grin
To the tune of our own moutain
For they've caught Muslims in
Denial of Islam's origins
And have stuck it to them all
By that prophesised the fall
Let the games begin
This year with Bejing's fountains
By Tai Chi held in
No mony in the win

The Post that was too long for the forum.

Hi, though I am not a regular user of the National Forums, after having had enough of a search around the various forums operating here in Australia, I reckon it’s the one I need to be making this post in. The total post is around 2400 words.

I have a complaint to make against the government about the conditions in the prisons. Yet my complaint is also against all the population of Australians who have some notion of how bad it can be, but whom are reticent to uncover the story and remedy the problem.

However, within my complaint, the facts to my knowledge, are so insidiously horrendous, that we all might suppose that there is every excuse for having not changed the story before now.

That story, in brief, according to my own experience of the world, goes something like this:
The British invaded with their most skilled convicts, who they put to work setting up a colony to attract free settlers into, and then proceeded to enable to the likes of Mr Batman, to profit from the situation;
one of the consequences is that the land was named Terra Nullius and the basic humanity of Aboriginality denied, even now after citizenship was granted in 1967, prior ownership recognised in 1988, and the apology voiced in the word sorry in 2008, the basic never ending quality of responsible human occupation of land is still denied in the constitution, and Aboriginal Australians are disproportionately highly represented in the Australian prisons;
In late 1986 there was a television programme on the ABC’s four corners, presented by Andrew Ollie, called “Out of Sight, Out of Mind” which highlighted the situation, and sparked a higher level of public concerns, which enabled the Committee to Defend Black Rights, to succeed in their demands for a Royal Commission into Black Deaths in Custody, but the set recommendations from that Royal Commission are not being implemented as yet;
I have met two of the black men interviewed in that television programme, both of whom are now qualified to work as counsellors for men in the prisons system, and both assert that the conditions in prisons today, across the country, are worse than in 1986;
I have met a white man whom has been in prison, but known there to have an indigenous identification, and whom asserts that despite the rampant racism in the prisons, at the bottom line, there is something essentially the same about the way black and white men are being treated, but racism is being used as a weapon to prevent that fact being open;
Altogether I have spoken with as many as fifteen Aboriginal, and non-Aboriginal, men who have been in prison, and a couple of Aboriginal women also, and the story is the same, that nobody who goes into the prisons escapes being brutally bashed and raped repeatedly, and made to fear for their lives;
I have spoken with a man who used to teach literacy in the prisons, and was himself bashed and raped by prison security, after escaping being framed for bringing in drugs, and he tells me that all the prisoners know, but are afraid to say, (as indeed he is), that all the prison food is being laced with amphetamines to force the gaol inmates to need to buy other drugs to be able to sleep;
I am also told that there are long term prison inmates inside the prisons who have been so badly abused over time, that their only motivation is to kill, and that such men can barely communicate at all.

Now, you would think that all that alone is bad enough wouldn’t you, and that we need not have to ever face any worse facts that these existing. But there is worse yet.

First just step back from the data which I have my own empirical evidence of, yet can not reveal for the sake of the safety of myself and others. Consider this: for the average Aussie male, if the ultimate sanction society condones, to prevent him from bashing and raping his missus, is to lock him up into a situation in which he will be undoubtedly bashed and raped himself, within an openly acknowledged fear of being murdered if he does not go along with the scenario; then the truth is that every man who has every felt any urge to harm his wife/girlfriend, and who resists that urge, is doing so because of his own realisation of the need for self discipline, and not because of the social standards anticipated by all of us through police and courts.

Actually, if men really are bad enough to not care about bashing and raping a woman, then fear of being bashed and raped themselves might be all that could prevent them from hurting women. That is, if men really are that bad, which in most instances, I doubt.

Meanwhile, the problem includes facts such as that there are still cases of men who were imprisoned as juveniles, and moved into an adult prison before turning eighteen, and whose crimes were no worse than having been getting into drunken fights with their mates, and not having a safe retreat from police attention through their family home. There are enough younger men in the prisons who began no worse than Corey Worthington, that we all need to sit up and take notice. Many began as far more affable and kindly minded young men, than Corey is ever likely to become.

Now consider these facts:
We all have been given the impression, usually by almost any former prison inmate, and every bit of publicity existing about the prisons, that the people whom are most of all victimised in prison, are the so called “rock spiders”, that is, those men known to have been abusing a child;
Not all of the men in prisons who are branded as rock spiders, and tattooed as such, are child abusers, and many in fact, are those men for whom the idea is most appalling;
In prisons there are other men, whom are child sex offenders, whom are not being branded as such, and whom carry themselves within a delusion, that they will escape the penalty of their own conscience, by having forced other men to be mistaken for a child rapist, through the system of various ways that prisons, and the organised crime among prison inmates, brands people;
Some of the more intelligent men who have been inmates of gaols, have learned aspects of the psychology in which ritualised abuse is conducted, often even through undertaking tertiary study from within prison, and are being used within the prisons, but other more brutal men, to coerce any new inmate into set codes of behaviour;
Sometimes their coercion contains a pattern in which they communicate to one another about how to escape the worst brutality, by becoming a participant in branding those who will not engage in raping other men, as the rock spiders;
Many enough men whom have been in the prisons, have learned such foul play in human psychological management, that they cannot engage in normalised social interactions thereafter, without “coaching” anybody else they meet, into exposing women and children to abuse;
Many men who have been in prisons will not go back into straight relationships thereafter, but prefer to stay in gay men’s type relationships, only because they are afraid of exposing women and children to any knowledge of what has been done to them;
Many of the women, whom have taken up relationships with men whom have been in prison, find, that if they are unwilling to go along with certain life styles and living conditions, in which any and all knowledge, about the mechanisms of organised crime can be protected and never disclosed, that they themselves become branded with the same reputations as men branded as rock spiders receive, that is whether or not any actually are abusive towards children;
Women whom ever attempt to disclose what they had learned through relationships with men whom have been in prison, or were otherwise involved in organised crime, find themselves being threatened with violent rapes, to force them into drug addiction and prostitution;
In brothels, it is those women, whom are being punished by being expected to be used by actual child rapists as their clients, and in particular the Gold Coast seems to attract such clientele from among men who are tailing off their journey through illegal child prostitution trails in South East Asia;
I have known two prostitutes whom were forced to have children to make themselves more valuable to a pimp, who sells them as a mother who is able to be blamed for the clients assaults upon children;
The abuse of men in prisons is able to be acknowledged by the victims in the prisons, as supporting and sponsoring such prostitution;
This information is dangerous for even myself to expose, and thereby, I expect to find that the academics who needed to know about these things, so as to advise government, might be unlikely to ever have been able to find out, while also sustaining an academic career, (which is more or less the sort of life story I got stuck with quite by accident).

Now if you are not shocked yet, I can tell you that the full details of what goes on are further shocking, but too mentally abusive to so much as want to conceive of as possible, and so I will not portray all I know here.

When will Australians wake up to the nature of the problem happening in the gaols, being a problem which is already potentially effecting very many of us.

If you know for yourself, that your own curiosity needs to be satisfied, about what worse details could exist, please do not consider that you need go any further out of you way to get first hand data, (since that may well endanger yourself also), but have a look at either of the following two urls: http://doyouknowme.wordpress.com/2008/01/18/the-debate-that-was-never-a-real-debate-because-nobody-wanted-to-realise-its-gate/ ; http://doyouknowaboutasca.blogspot.com/2008/01/older-debate-that-we-might-like-to-know.html ; with two copies, in two varieties of differently difficult to read formatting, of the same essay about the interplay between Aboriginal identifications and what is happening in the prisons. The essay might need to be pulled out of those contexts eventually, because it is somewhat surrounded in those weblogs, by the processing of my own swim out of the ‘heart of darkness’ of learning such facts as I am describing. If anybody is interested in the processing of escaping from the psychological abuse patterns caused by ritualised abuse, as the patterns of ritual abuse exist among criminals here in Australia, then you may also like to look up my writing in the internet at http://bloghellotoxyonline.blogspot.com which is a more recent phenomenon, and much further progressed into recovery. In general the patterns of recovery need to be very careful about language use patterns, and so often my writing forms sequences and patterns which may seem odd, but are as odd as it is, only so as to avoid the language forms in which abuse was perpetrated against me.

That abuse was initially most often by those who were not entirely intentional about being abusive, but whom lead to those who were fully intentional about attempting to cause multiple personality disorder, these days known as “Dissociation Identity Disorder”, as their means to silence me. An effort specially made against anybody who “finds out” or “tells”, but who will not behave as equitably culpable. This experience is one in which has been necessitated the efforts of many of the Aboriginal men who have been in prisons, to help me, so as to enable me to provide this much information. Therefore it is expensive information to know, so do not fret if you are finding it unbelievable, since many folk are likely to. The seed to sow for recovery from the mental health crises being caused by abuse that has been enabled in the prisons, is that it requires a vast memory for every set of abusing meanings being woven into the language we use, meanings often only recognised as political type traps about what the economy is based upon, and in which the victims at the bottom of the whole money tree, are those whom I am describing, who are without any social and economic means of escape from being blamed for what is not ours to have done against every child. That is what is happening to far too many younger Aboriginal men, and we, as a total society have to begin to take full responsibility.

Thanks for reading, and if you are the sort of person who has nightmares easily, I ought to inform you that in Aboriginal communities there are a number of different sorts of flora and fauna which exorcisms of prison inmates dreams are enabled through identification with. Most are invertebrates, such as the mud crab and the oyster, or yabbies, lobsters, marine bugs, and prawns, and it will certainly help to savour the whole story with saltbush, these days available in most supermarkets. For children only, the exorcism of fears which are caused by association with prison inmates, happens through the clan I belong to, who own the sugar glider story.

You may or may not yourselves believe in the Aboriginal cultural influence of exorcisms and shamanism in general as an effective technique, but at least accept that sitting by the sea nearby the mud crabs, will be far less distressing ideal to dream, than what is being force upon prison inmates, by other inmates, being enabled by guards, to impose penalties upon, often teenage victims, for what the brothels and pornography industry have made for sale. According to Aboriginal cultural values, it is truly a worthy and accessible way to assist the innocent victims in the prisons, to go down to the sea and have a good look for what sorts of exo-skeletal invertebrate creatures you might be able to find, and then consider your own memories of the imagery of those creatures, as being able to become accessible to the many men who do not even have a window to get a good look at the natural world through. Become a pen-pal of a man in prison, if you are a cautious enough person to be able to manage it without saying anything likely bring undue attention upon any inmates.