Having our Possessions

When we have objects
Of identity's nuances
We keep of to notice
That which their evidence
Continually represents
Yet if we pass over it
That found object
We are in fact no less
Having to have it
Since it exists in our witness
So what defines this
Notion of ownership
If it is not right
For us to possess
Yet correct to bear witness
While it is yet
Among the poorest
That objects are kept best
So as to remind us
Of what became thus
Our own founded
Knowledge

Keep Left

The only advantage left
Is in that the right
Assumes of the left
To be all right
In every intelligence expressed
That we best yet
Keep left


Meal With Me For Two

Now if it has happened to you
That we sit down in speech for food
You and me together in company
Then let me tell you
What I need to believe
That either you
Have by this time already been
Wondering about the police who admire
Me so much as to watch
Over day and night
Without respite
Than in wonderment we might together rejoin
Or
Perhaps you were forewarned by them
And will be making reports back my friend
To provide for their needs
In that their fact in deed
Is of fear too large to
Know what is real for you
Who can sit with me to eat
Or
Perhaps it might turn out to be
That you indeed are one of the police
Yet one somewhat braver than they among
Whom had wished upon
What you might become to be their own
Whom realise
That in their own minds
Police are already to corrupted by
The methodology in which police have conspired
To accuse to cause
That crime provides
Criminals to catch and defy
So
Believe of me than no accusation crossed mine
Nor any of those whose own minds
Just never can be made alike
And have never once accused is my
Reason to sit down and eat to find
For my evidence is life
My will not any policeman’s to buy
And my love my own to know why
While
My own preference to believe
In each and every day awakening to keep breathing
Is that perhaps today
The strangeness of strange lives
And all other folks real crimes
Means that police have been by need
On their best duty
In which unusually
Less observant of me
That some respite of body
Repays my mind
For their concentrations upon it
Thereby
If you sit down with me to eat
At any place perhaps the seat
Find your own way to breath the life
Of one whose innocence in birthright
Has been wrongly policed
That must you pray that police might
Never your own needs undermine
As of mine may you find
Regardless of who you be

Our Mythos Plight

Science fiction, Fact, or Fantasy
This is the story of the mythos in the air
About a cop
Named here “h”-bone I dare
Whose own story well known
Be never for me to tell in this tome
Yet that he be
A spy of sorts and a chief
Who went on walkabout brief
Where upon has he found out
That biological regulation is what this is all about
For how our
Indigenous patterned physiology
Here in this land Australia
Manages best
Our conscience
Has quite an unusual sensible focus
For of flora and fauna abound
Our brains become well renown
In ability of Spirituality
To perceive reality’s ground
Despite the many variety
Of interdependent biology
Determined always among us sociologically
Thus
Believe of us
That we’ve found a great substance
Of hilarity rare and proud
In what old h-bone
The policeman unknown
Has found his mind defining
Of our credibility undermining
Yet never our own method or means
But just his reflection indeed
Was that he conspired to believe
That us Aborigines
Are hiding one great giant spy ring
In which the federation might want of intervening
Rather so seeming
Of unpaid
Underprivileged
Unrecognised
And fully confounded
Individuals all crying
In private
For not knowing what’s become of
Our lives so monitored
As though we were all spies
Us who have
The lowest of incomes
The least of status
And bravest of faces
Is it that h-bone just decided
Of his own face lesser known
Than perhaps he once liked it
He himself might never be able so bravely face
The consequences of so many mild mannered disgraces
As his lot have painted
Upon our land our home thus defaced
As all that we have and will conquer
Of the invasion which blundered
Across our old culture
Only to find that our win
Was ever your own mind within
To our demise begin
Believe we always knew
We will survive
But have you
Invasion upon invasion
But only two
And this old h-bone character
Whose life we know of his blacker
And in white coated yellow by Adam’s plight
He has been specially attended to
For is blight was not to believe it true
That his own salvation possible for us to do
Simply by failing to believe in
The facts of what we are facing
Are that we face proud
No shame to be down
For this is our ground
Where reassurance of his salvation was ours to do
Yet still to remove
His dependence upon drugs and who use
Is that we all will too
His armies
Their food
And our own will through

These Six Things to Believe In

In one moment and every
Creative life sustaining energy
Has a singularity and unity
Which connects all living matter
With me

In two minds even abided
Never doubting that in time
My own salvation can only be
Through Jesus Kingdom reality
Is He

In three days foundations laid
Forevermore for peace one love deserves no less
Than Mohammed to have founded of
The worldwide system of social justice
And belief in point one and two expressed

In four major points to fear
What earlier states of mind awarded near
Krishna, Brahmah, Shivah, even Ghanesh and Kali
All characters of collectively recognised mythos
Who own the traditions of specific
Sets of lessons for mankind in
How we sustain our humanity through fear
Their love no peer

In five solidified elements here
Indigenous Australian Animist initiations
Enabling congenital biological conditioning
Improvements which enable each individual
To sustain in combination if not in unison
The ills of the world known and rendered to comprehension
Thus defeat-able but for
Also pure Spiritual contemplation
One’s own individual human innocence in recognition
And full mind for
The reason to mind with having
Tighter tendons and muscles which hold in
Place the skeleton
In six to begin

Two Days Ago Will India Win

The song we’re all on
That one so many stole from
To know what’s going on
Well before too long
Might not be that who from
It became stolen
But that the theft
Wondered upon

Will it be India
Outstripping America
Undefeated by Australia
At least in Bollywood graciousness
Or was it in upon
Old England yon
We all so long for
To know to belong

But perhaps not from
These old boots known of
By their skulls upon
Naught but that
Defined my heart black
For what your theft thanked
Will never go blank
By my trip to hell’s bank

The Shirk

Those whom excuse it
The shirk are who do it
By conceiving of how
To reframe with ill thou
As though your reality is seeming
Only half what your meaning
But then that perhaps
The opposite
Which is forced upon others
As though theirs to have got
By false belief about what
You yourself have meant to express of
And within that scheme
In which no real things can seem
It came to be
That Islam was defined
Categorically
As too confoundedly
Direct
In meaning unaltered
That therefore deserving of
More of those whom are shirking
To place their attentions upon and
What they have done is
To define
Each and every of
Those who are Muslim
As though when writing
Each distinct letter
Might have so many as
Three distinct meanings
Each with trouble seeming
Two each opposing the other
And a third in opposition to both those
But might their shirk not survive me
For over and around their seeming
To be able to defy
What Islam’s meaning is and why
Have they devoured
Thus might realise
It is not I
But Allah in whom
Your terror
Is of nobody but you
Your own self
The victor and the loser
In ever Jihad the signs whose were
Always and only of those
In whose minds
Is Islam trying to be defied
Proving to us why
Not to but believe in
God’s eternal life
While the shirk upon sound meaning
Of false hermetics did they their own belief in
Those whom will not find their own respite
Through just asking alike
Who knew no shirk will ever find
What is real of whom is wrong and why
So let the shirk belie
What pestilence did and why
That war might
Famine protect by
For death’s dream will never defy
Eternal life be mine and proud
Never the shirk by

And Another Wrote Before This Hour

When the words to mind
Were it might as well be
What the real belief sublime
Was of no impossibility
Yet that in verbal mental expression
The impossible seemed
As though there might never be
Who could marry me
And so
It might as well be
Who was near by and around already
Yet that it might as well have been
Was presupposed by me
Well before the time
We separated
After which the question
Was put into my mind
By those whom wanted of its answer
To supply their own finds
By which time
It might as well have been
One other man the bind
And another also manifested in time
Yet who it is really
Only by Allah the mind to find
For those whom sought from me
The information of who it might be
To regard to be
A soul mate of mine
Were seeking only
To blame me
For not being his wife
While all along at the time
Their question came into my mind
And the drew from me the answer
That it might as well be
Who was then nearby
The fact that I said was
Well if such a thing exists of course
As a soul mate
In reality
What madness to inform you all
Such that today my mind be
Quite decided that certainly
While whoever he might be
If existing in reality
That apart from the fact
Of compatibility required
That he might as well be
Who has been nearby to me
At the time
When the police had decided
To suppose of me
What it is they required
So as to find
That their dislike of me
Might become vilified
Without needing factually
My sanity to defy
That is indeed if we could find
That the police have real hate for
A prostitute’s type
So as long that is as he
The compatibility I require
Well as he is he might be
Whomever best connects with this
He who might even find
That my life he must buy
From another the type
By whose sanity I am alive
Both and more is all having failed to supply me
As yet with whatever it is which
Police are accusing
Of prostitution
While those who falsely
Decided to paint me
In a lack of real sanity
Based upon only
The fact of their failings
To ascertain when
Their question
Had entered my mind
That my mind then
Had been far forward of theirs
Attempting then to collect
Upon no providence left
For they were assuming the past was the future
So lost of their opportunity
To accept through me the teaching
Of what religious basis
Has the Australian Aborigine
In Allah with Jesus
And of Juda my lesson is
Yet animist but that
Their faces
Lost me
By untenable status
Of what might be whose place in time
That meanwhile
How many
Have asserted themselves in the status
Of want to be the soul mate
Of me in my story
Might best be understated
Yet related
To the fact of assertions
About whom falls to
Which aspect
Of what dreams and which
Words in mind
Will combine
For whom in time
Into some one or other of some sensible rhyme
For the money is mine
The deal be time
And the lie
Why police might never find
While yet in childhood’s fate be I
Thus every cent held fast by


My Rest Borrowed The First Line

When will they ever learn
That what they have done to define
Our way as not right
Is no more than that which defines
Their own wrong might
While our way sits tight
Within the skills learned
Of how to sustain ourselves in grace
With that which their want for us might
By Allah defied
His will to us define
In written word less than contrite


Find

“They’re gone are they”
The shaytan stated
To the girl whose quoth wrote
“You do doubt it”
Mate

These Three Beliefs My Stake

Three beliefs I retain
Which I ask you refrain
From denying me that I sustain
These are in relief plain
First the possibility humanity contains
Of preventing all rape of children
And that social condition
Becoming permanently maintained
Second is that the experience of pleasure
If pursuit of has been the weather
Has no other reason than to believe that we can
Pursue pleasures unearned only
To find out why the warnings about
Exist that without any doubt
We might never pursue such again
While the third belief I manifest
I will ask of you with me to sustain
Or at least that it is in me to maintain
Fact that we implant in the brain
You yourself might never mind to refrain
That you know clearly in time
How prophesy might align
With real world experience sublime
That is until
By experience real
Its facts cannot be denied
No matter how hard they may try
To enforce our minds
Deny real life
And its experience precise
For I know my own life
And what is my witness
But no more and no less
And without you in your witness
Can have no certainty in which
To know what might be best
For you to related through
Of prophesy’s tests
In Allah bless
That herein no pests
But for those you want of
Have will to know through
And belong unto