C-U-R-A-E-Z-I-P-I-R-I-D

Somewhat Less Mean

2008-06-24T20:34:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-12T23:44:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-12T23:43:00.000-07:00

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 ?

2008-06-08T20:28:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-06T00:09:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-03T20:53:00.000-07:00

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.

2008-05-25T21:47:00.000-07:00

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.

not too good neither timely

2008-04-30T19:34:00.000-07:00

Knew

Who knew
That you
Might not have wanted to do
Or what
It was
That you
In Darra because
The Vietnam Veterans
Took Robbing the hood
Quite literally no consequences
Through being possessed
Of that no victory matched yet
Being neither aligned
To know in true time
That twas their vet
That got
From and of
Siding aligned
With East Asian Buddhists bind
Is how any of that police protection was defined
If only and ever
Not through actual criminals who police you
From among the Queensland police but unto
The saving of those
Veterans who know
Was that its not their own to have sewn
But tiler’s who done their tome
Such it was that they knew
Their own protection had been through
Some old organized crime
Which by East Asian immigration aligns
Into fielding that protection well timed
For sure as eggs can be weighted by the feather
It was never
Veterans in police forces who knew
But that one small time
Charlotte’s mind
Had in her bind
How Vietnamese are too kind
Be it not yours to find
What filth with provides
In the pig bond on high
Neither this by
But knew never why

That Part of Me Who Can

2008-04-25T08:08:00.000-07:00

That part that I am
In which I true ran
The worth of my work
Into no more to shirk
Is a part which reports on
Itself always knowing God
Is the part never sleeping
Not every man can be having
For the sleepers no feet have
At times when in darkness
For walk with their will can
We who know God still
That no need to despair for
Is that we all breath the air for
Who is yet to learn the lesson
Of what their real will always wanted
As their way is to show of
To those of us who know what
To watch for and notice
Just as we have known to
Notice our own bones with
Bonds to all those
Still sleeping my belief in
That one day when awake will
We all be together still
Love knowing no bound ill
That it is my own will
To know of all still
Caught in the trap of
Despair that their air fact
Is breathing the opposite
From what manifests because of
The lives live through reality's nature
In God's fauna and flora
And geological preponderances
Since I have that quite part in
My own mind constant working
That notices almost every in everything
And reports of to the higher
Consciousness creator
In constant daily effort
Most of life's energy is expended
In keeping each miniscule moment
In perfectly accurate record
Will love bless
These words will Solomon's nest
With the passage of passing his test
Yet
Before you that your own test
Think what its trick is
That if you know me
To check
Is this reality
Best

2008-03-11T22:49:00.001-07:00

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

2008-03-08T22:55:00.002-08:00

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

2008-03-08T22:55:00.001-08:00

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

2008-03-08T22:54:00.003-08:00

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

2008-03-08T22:54:00.001-08:00

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

2008-03-08T22:53:00.001-08:00

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

2008-03-08T22:52:00.000-08:00

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

2008-03-08T22:51:00.001-08:00

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

Give Black At? (the Ant fat plait)

2008-02-28T18:49:00.000-08:00

Give black
Their shirk quacked
Walked in rings around His
Might in fact

As to give back
As though had
No theft been from
Those not black

That when given
Might black bidden
To give to black
Every that
Reframes meaning
Readily love teaming
Yet how combat
Conjunction with less available fact
Of love far
To you are
Which words harnessed
On par

Giving black love far
Need sustain the long grain
Of account test
For how the liver loves best

Since
By lies associated defied
Loves truest test
Reconciled tension

Between kidney's blood cleansing
And healthy liver contributions
The liver alone can't define
Who has failed childhood by crime

Children in mind
Whose finds
Hell did bind
Motherhood ought not be blind

So those whom supposed
Their own heart's advantage thereby
Through circles formed of many kind
Might best remember this mine

Each bodily sphincter
Circles in time
To the tune of real life
Naught but Allah's count of dice

For each and everybody's fight
Will transact these rules as I
By Kabbalah
Now Shari'ah
Jesus is Isa and victor

Think black
Love for
Give back
All but
That your own need at
Love for
Given black

When the oppression of race is
Recognised distaste for
Liver's production
Of reality's witness
Then might
No black man poor
For heart's sustained have
Eternity to give for

A Poem About, The Dude in Mention, Whom Kidnapped and Abused, By Windy Corner's Rouse, Thus to M.C.S.S. this Fuse.

2008-02-20T16:24:00.000-08:00

Windy Corner's Fusion

I once mentioned
To a person bent on
Undermining Australians
That our culture depends on
The unravelling certain
Of pride's stations
That re-assembling might
Children's clues provide
As to who from we need hide

And so he tried
Bump up our pride
Since his purpose
Was to set up our nation
To take on false blames of
The over exposing of children
But he also did try
Convince us that why
We needed his type
Of Pride
Just might
Be a left winger's right
When in fact his own plight
Was neo-nazism's blight
Held down I found
By Yakuza fashioned
Mental imprisonment rounds

And guess what
He failed to have got
Might my pride not
Conceal of too long
That by Juda my song
Did he thus steal of
Not realising of course
That being accountiblity in pride
Is to become our lies
Thus social pressures conspired
That his fellow criminals decided
(While yakuza rebels his decisions abided)
To vote Labor this time

That perhaps he best not
Continue to rot
In his own pride
Never agreed with inside
Of his own mind
While the rest of us find
What he stole from us
Which could not be of
Sanity we have got
Without the victory applied

First Post

2008-02-15T23:11:00.001-08:00

Experimental Test Case