Friday, December 28, 2007

The money was in

Join up
To corrupt
Who will

That is and if
You can comprehend this
Accept its
Will to do you to do this too

Is that if others are then might you not join them
But of whom among be similar enough to enjoin with
Yet beware of accusations not but if and causal
To your need be aligned within these words thus

For the wrong of some is to count upon that same wrong among
Those who with they share culpability upon
Accusing causal to blaming victims long
Forever in death belong all money upon


A five align fine thing
For north capital ring
To find what tomorrow could brind
Under the mushrooms
My father and mother
Hand me upon with no lover
Will I this sing
Of how much extremes in such
It is I have been
Taking for their self righteous slings
Upon naught but that fraught with
Our shared ancestral wings
Being worth that I will be
For ever and a day
Paying eternity the way
God's love to sing
Willing is rightfully
Paid by work completed
Thus this to sing
No spoon need I bring
For I respect my own ancestral wind
And in my ice cream
The restaurant took their ice for
My mother's cream
Making her thirty three be
My forty four
And clean
So to sing this I mean
Is my own accountibility of love sure weaned

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

That sang with
I comprehend nothing
But it is the moneyless song
For the neighbours did pave
My way to Satan's grave
To take with you if these dreams you did raid

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Twelve sets of three gifts

Six books
Take a look
Three of each kind
Which sort is for your mind

Three egg cups
Yet can you but
Eat three at a time
Or have you two brothers
Who might
Like to share these duck’s treasure
For dinner tonight

Three DVDs
Were bought by me
And a fourth
Was the first
A more perfect gift given me

Three reined in
Dear friends
In Deers of the rein
Down the chimney been trained

Three sorts of stuff
For a Harry Potter fan club
Which could you like
And which might
Take a hike

Christmas crackers
But are they really bangers
Or the same inside
Their old name is a Bon Bon alright

Three balls for juggling
Not exactly round things
Yet for throwing and catching
Can you share of these three things?

Six soaps
Three of each
Of two sorts
Is a boat
Of course
To experiment because
One of you might have received
A third olive oil sort
By Christmas Eve

Three key rings
Are a Biblical thing
For comparing
To the stories in Qur’an
We might already long sing

Three cases
Of pencils and rulers
But no staples
Are the colours arranged
In a be different from one another
Sort of game

Three bags
Of a smaller sort
More portable of course
Than what that red headed mother
Last year stitched to your shoulders
So look inside
To see if she could provide
The same sort of surprise
Every year no less wise

These three balls
Are a hairy sort of fall
Into three more

Monday, December 10, 2007

Fully disabused
About what is to lose
Might we
Take up fight upon good fight
Permanently thus non-violently

Sort of vaguely yes maybe
If something rhymes
I write it down
To be a poem found

Reason to have
Shope card shown love
Yet not decided
Of good manners here trust

Here be the
Collecting in me
Of rhymes in which we
Might find absurdity
Thus take life quite lightly

Backed into that corner
I feigned to be a party to
That which was what popularity through
Only to find its wrong shoes
Were counting upon assuming this future feigned not

Saturday, November 17, 2007


Will it be when
But not uncle bill
For when he did still
That the blame upon women
For not letting men love us
Could not be found until
We learn it was upon
That failing to reconcile Australia
Is being blamed to the P&C associations
Right across this nation
By the sort of bad majic we ban
In the culture of Australians
Which makes falsifications
And prevents who was being blamed
From knowing what of that we were being thus lamed
Is now the time to tame
And that of what was the fame
In which all Australians defamed
A story of being wedged between
The bad milk
And the
Food story
Of how an acidic diet can make you do
What you had no reason to
Was how we were caught between
And that we knew the real scene
And our culture is stronger
In real Kinship longer
Is that we survive that sort of blame clean
So believe
This might be
The story upon which was
Never any money because
Every cent which blamed
Anybody harming a child's safety
Can be by accident that which caused
How any child ever could have been less than safe
So in today's world
There is no need for
The word "paedophile"
This because

Sunday, October 7, 2007

The improvment to poems that won everything under the sun by making these ones the more difficult to read of

Family Ties

Let mothers be bound
By everything that is sound
In her children's perception of need
And fathers be found
To not need be rare
So long as that they provide of
Is not more than a child's mind
Can forgive equitably in time
For who in the world
Will father mine
Bound as I am
By three sons fine
Two daughters in the dreamtime
And an ex-husband of sorts
Who would rather have married the wife
Whose want is control of
The child's mind
So let us be bound
This gift a round
To impose on all fathers
In children's forgiveness abide
No matter how far need we
Redress the tide
Of fears to live within
Paternal consequence bind
Letting mothers thus
Clean up the mess
Of what has become of
Family ties
Bound and gagged alone
By time
That none can deny
In our genetics
Must we rely

Not Too Bad

Can they even know how
To be hungry
Those people whose cow
Is well fed on the
Grasses of the rains of
What will be
For we of the desert
Fear no evil see
When held by comparison
To how the
Rain lands be
Where is it
Higher population
Causing the rain or
Rain bringing the people to be
In the game of
What in life can't be
Held for free
A different ball game
Yet existing the same
Upon lands where
No people are named
As faulted to blame
The ball game
Of no known rain
Is that which
No despair could lame
For together
Will life be
Held on by
What of my
Existence might not long be me
Yet eternally
Life has every been held by
The same key
So learn how
You who want of
Whatever it is going round
Learn how it is that
Being hungry
Is me
Yet never the definition
Of hunger
I breath

When Death’s Disease is Real

I know of those who can’t believe
But this my real experiential feel
Is that of my world
Might it be unfurled
They’d be better off to believe

Yet believe in what
And why me
It is that believing
In reality
Can prove has no money ring

When better off is because
Of re-learning the need
To fend for life
When without money
Has every life the right

So with your dollars and cents
Remember my belief will not be proven non-sense
But that I can not tell of
Only what it is which above
Falls down and infects the ground with

The right to feel
Even when the world
Has proven itself
To be no more than
Your diseases

The world in your head
Will come on down
Into physical sense
Only as diseases
Unless you believe in

What it really is meaning
To be a Human being
That the sense of me is
To hate the world that
Ever denied even one child such fact

So feel with me if you can
What it is we all need please
Believe in again
Since disease has real reason
When deaths want is another season

So believe in me only
I might just be
A real possibility
For without me
Perhaps sooner your own will in death be

Belief in the Self as the Citizen might have right

In this country my home
Now in a forty year zone
Of having imposed
Being citizens of legislative process
Upon every one among
Those of us born here
As though it was us who did
Define legislature
As real law
In this country we love
There has to become
More positive reason
For being a citizen
Than the ongoing failure
Of legislature
To provide justice
In this nation in which
Belonging to land is
The notion of what a house is
Has always been more collective
Yet therein the private becomes
Defined by what is the indigenous
Association with worth in
Holding onto what is without
Immediate utility
For when holding one
To what is your own
To belong
Even when wrong
Has one simple function
Determined by collective suggestion
Of to which story might you belong
In which animal tale might you become strong
Through the money you pay for
How is it you are housed
Might indigenous Australia this
Now after forty years paying
Redefine the nature
Of what it means to be
A citizen
Of the nation
State of mind being
What will be what houses your feeling
And believing it also best
Inshallah like the rest
Of Humanity's best
Will let the money we spend
In the oil industry
Mark us as is
Our real nature to be
For a house our self
Might test imperfectly
To the truth we lead in full attest
While of the carbon
That your car burns
You become what you be
Directly proportionally
Is that you buy
What you cause with
Your purchase
And in each citizenship test
Might we
Ensure this
Ideal is
Bound into
By shared citizenship
Those old allegory
Of the house with four rooms
And the horse drawn carriage
No future without the past can manage


There is no way
To touch me
Without this
Even yet when
I have of it
No knowledge
In external mind
For belief in
Will ever I
That my own consequence
Is eternally only mine
And thereby
In Allah I

Islam’s Eternal Victory

The Muslims who deem
All of their own minded sheen
Of what it is Allah might seem
Could be the death of me
Since they are not wanting me likely
To be that defining
What any real believer could be
Are those Muslims
To whom in cruelty
It is that
The rest of us Muslims
Refuse to deny any Muslim
The identification
Of being a Muslim
When they wish death upon
Any individual among
All of those in Islam
No matter what our identification
Then upon their own mind
They make the stamp of their kind
A non-believer
Indeed is
That which
In Islam
The Jihad of mind
Establishes the right
To end with the falisification of life
While the exact same is real
Of the true feel
Of being an Aborigine
Here in my land australia
Never too grand
And whether there are any
Or none or some
Or all of us many
Who belong in both category
A Muslim and an Aborigine
Risk not to guess upon
For this my friend
Is that we are all who have won
That any are some
However whatever will none

Get It Now

Get it now
He said
But to who and how
When if only he knew
He had said to that cow
He was imagining to be his chow
For the getting of
Was no mistake because
Thus one day I got myself
Back from where in hell he’d taken me since
Of Kinship I was ill but
Not now whence
I learned about
Why any many takes initiation proud
Might be because of
Men like he
Who imagine they are getting
By preying on me
To the tune of the moon
While imagining they do
But forget of
What it is that they did to their own
Self because

When Children Were Stolen

In having been accused
Of accusing
My accuser
Of being a paedophile
While they also thus
Accuse me
To the extent of
Having manifested
False evidence of
In the mask
Of insanity
Yet while I
In Dreams am
Yet child still
So seem
To be anything
At all they
Accuse of me
All the while I have been
The temptation
To counter accusing
Even their blaming
That this is but plain statement
Of facts already multiply
Around me
In the real world that
While here I stand
Innocent still
Of all they accuse my will
To prove this
Is that today’s hill
Is one accusation
I might just make
Inshallah that
Not of my own bake
But that forced upon
Me for my own children’s protection
I accuse thus
They who have
Stolen my children
By false allegations
Made to psychiatrists
Whom deluded by believed in
The falsehoods
That already true is
These points here proven
That they who have
So behaved towards me
I here formally accuse of
Proving the causes
Of stolen generations
In their own example
Towards me
In my own mothering yet
Never will I here let
Them prove of
Through any example
Against children
Thus the proving
In me
Of Dreams in which
I can never see
Yet understand of
I am preventing
That those who have my children
Taken away from me
Ever feel guilt of culpability
From the rapists
Who attacked them
During their own childhoods
That thus as adults
Now will they be able
Never so offend
But as for their accusing
Me of accusing them
Of what they
Accuse me of
They speak with
Insane psychiatrists
All their result is
That I guess
All parties to
Will just have to
Be assumed to be
Insane until
They do return to me
My children
For Death’s will be in me
That this will through me

The Intervening Army

The Army has been called in
To inspect the children
Make sure of how clean we
Are keeping up with
The rest of society
Us Aborigines
Opposing the Armies
Bringing with them
The federal police
To ensure no head lice perhaps
For children need schooling
And no child might
Be let ever again
To wonder upon
What it is that went wrong
When their father was taken
To prison
For the truth of the story
Is truly quite appalling
That the children at risk
Are being harmed by
Other children
In children’s attempts to
Bring upon their own selves
The responsibilities of
An adult’s life
Since the children will realise
What is it that
Is happening
To their fathers at
The inside of a prison that
Which imposes this fact
Such that the child’s mind
Wants for what will protect
Itself best
Might be the rapid onset
Of adulthood yet
For such is the likely result of
Any invading army’s cautions
And to be invaded by
Medical examinations
So let us all pray that
At least the police
Might now be
Enabling detoxifications
Among the men who
Were raped into
Becoming grog sick
So lets all pray that
At least the police
Might now be
Enabling detoxifications
Among the men who
Were raped into
Becoming grog sick
Demented and bant
To prevent that as fathers
Their self decency is spent
Upon their own children’s intent


I know of a bloke
Who holds his accounts afloat
By blaming whomever
Need partake of
Any medicine
That is prescribed within
And when
Once I believed him
Then he told me I needed
To get such medicine
Of the anti-psychotic variety
From believing in him
And I got and took it
And I found therein
All my Dreams turned in
To the nightmare of
His own hate for life
And his own worth despised of
In his consciousness
That such as he is
He needed to force me
To take such medicine
Only so as he
Could be manifesting
Any real sanity
While in the meantime
I stopped taking the medicine
Then stopped needing him
Then recovered
So all is well but
For to find that
He still blames me at
And sought to force me
Take such medicine again
So as to enable
That my own Dreams
Of reality
Can make only himself stable
And have no way
To manifest me
Which supposition
I resisted immensely
Until now here you see
I am remembering
That when I took of
That anti-psychotic
I promised myself
In each swallow
To take upon myself
What he blamed me with
While he imagined
His own good health
At my expense his dish of wealth
And so now might I
To believe I
Can condemn
His falsehoods
By every swallow
Of any future medicine
Including even
The food I buy
That well might you also
Remember me and give it a try
To improve your own mental health
Just by
Commitment to believe
In only what has evidence
Every time you chew
And swallow what
It is you your self need
And as for the bloke
His last delusion of me
Will be for him to choke
Since he believed in
My worldly offer
Of health to him
As though without
That accompanying
That he like me
Give up

The Cry That Knows No Supposition

There are some who suppose
Having a baby
Enables absolution
Of any sin in
The acts of
Sexualised behaviour
That is enabled
Facilitate conception
Which can be true
Of course only because
There is no absolution
Of any crime against
The child born
That sin-less sex
For procreation
If in truth had a pleasure motivation
Is made more expensive
In the measure of sin
Than is sex with contraception
In every instant in which
Your babe in arms
With consuming the world’s poor tide
And you can not yourself
Immediately resolve
The tears of the child who knows time
For your own act caused
That you must realise
What every sexual expense will be ever of
For in giving birth
The lesson is
This experience
Is just the beginning
Of responsibility
For far more than the
Simplicity of pleasure’s fee
So be not one among
Those decreasing sums
Of folk who in some
Maddened mind supposed upon
What is the nature of being willing
And what that fact of consent
Can have done to the cost of love’s rent

Tonight’s Dream

Tonight my Dreams have been
Evidenced to be invaded
Interrupted by police assertion
Their own control of Dreamtime
Such that we may detect
What in we have been leaking
From our minds into police delusions
About the imagination
Of control of ancient song cycles
That I will permanent
Refuse to get
Tricked into such assertions
For I know true
The Dreamtime belongs with me and you
And every mind law abiding
For in Allah the truth
Even the criminals mind
Need not accept of
Police accusing
As though their cause is
No more than to convict through their own story
So let them live only in the day time
In the world of physical evidence mind
Meanwhile will I ever persist
In explaining
Through Dream lines
Of Song cycles
Travelling the Earth’s ley lines
Have no far of police assertions
For will I reassert the thing
To believe in
If your Dream cycle
Is real
And the Song lines your deal
Believe in Allah
Jesus is King
And Qur’an belong to the land
So tonight
Like every night
When woken upon a Dream with might
Will I awaken to engage in
Enacting what through True Law is proven
That this night is including
Refuting police asserting
Their control of our song
Has any relevance upon
Ancient story cycles reforming
Allah forever will love the land
Jesus is King
Thus tells Qur’an

I Have Been

Been prosecuted in mind with
Not being black enough of kind
To that the socially acceptable give
But when of their gift is
Only the greed to be whiter
Which they give of by theft of
What I had been of blacker than them
And when I refuse
To take into my behaviour
What it is that I take in mind of them
Are they accusing me
Of being too white
When what I can see
Is that my own behaviour
Is already much blacker
That must I mentally point to
Their insidious ignorance
Of their own whiteness
As my methodology blackly
In tackling the whites who
Tend to
Be less able resist
Behaving only as they have Dreamed through
In pleasure seeking they do
Yet either skin colour
Bears with less consequence
In how black any of us are
In the final analysis
And of how dark our children are
Than does real culture
In which
The patterns for whiteness
Have an extra layer of pride that
Is not how we are made but
Neither externally apparent
Except in that
It is opposite
To black people’s pride at
The fact that most white have
More pride in
The most intimate secrets
Pride held between lovers
Is that which never registers
The full consequences
That of fear of
By the minded way of why
I believe I am truly
An Australian Aborigine
Despite my white skin covering
So have bound myself down by
The culture well founded
In what ever made any one
Deadly black


Did Japan
Invade Pearl harbour
Upon assumption
Of what might come after
In proof of evidence
Long been in wait
Of America’s debt
But to
The evidence is
Not even consolidated yet
Of who it might be
The Japanese count against
Since if this is correct
Its an innocent unmarried girl mother
That well might they shudder
At what they’ve done to each other
Unless of course
A wedding of sorts
Goes ahead
Despite every force

Right Easy She Was

Easy street
Might be where to meet
Some girl whose feat
Will be your own defeat
You whose caffeine
Addicted habit
Seems to auction
Out naught but
Disease a bout
Since her tolerance
To your politics
Is quietly on her abhorrence
Which is no more than tolerance
To her death’s causes
Being in yours is
This what for she is
No real easy feat
And the cure of cures for
Amphetamine lies sure
Is chilli in the
Chocolate highs

Up the Steeple of Love’s Worst Rot

The set up
That went on so long
Of ripping off
What is Allah’s song
Has already ripped off
The worst of the consequence
Of what was left
After Allah’s own mob
Got ripped off
Is that America
Seems to have ripped off
Australian prison conditions
But applied such to
Islamic belief systems
That those who were supporting Americans
Have been who were imprisoned
Through the war against terror
This is life’s more terrible measure
While here in Australia
Us indigenous believers
Allah knows also as Muslim
Have been the worst imprisoned
An imprisonment ripped off
By an American Peace mob
Whose relaying of to America
Has done what
Is not that over there
In American bare
Are real peace loving people
Who needed not our steeple


Will that they all still
Can realise atop the hill
Of sight
Is that insight to the mind
Need not the bind
Of becoming blind
While to hear
Was never to deny
That of the ear
So if these words conspire
To be denied
Then will we ever find
That it was not through me
But that the Behemoth did to me
Thus let not such be
And put these words here out for all to see
For in the place of
In the tricks which become thus
Is naught but
Sustaining that you can better than be

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Death's lively

Since I am me
And a girl indeed
Unable control
The Dreamtime
Then if in your head
Can I hold it as real
That you get me
As deathly
Or is it me
Who needs to enforce this accountability
In Allah forever Dreamtime be
Not what you imagine that death be
But the signs of reality
So just be
With these words in your mind
It must be your own self
Wondering about mine
Since I am me
And a girl indeed
Unable control
The Dreamtime
Then if in your head
Can I hold it as real
That you get me
As deathly

Who is who but that Babylon is not in marriage to be her majesty the Queen of Sheba

The Queen of Sheba
You can find
Is who wrongly defined
The money mine
As though a direct exchange
For our Aboriginality
Of the grave
As though every cent
She can not already upon you blame
As though her own death you therein made
Is a cent of debt
The Australian debt of greed spent
Was her witness
To the past
This that will define her
To HallehyouKahballah
Who lands her in her self
For Yolngu to find
What did that the child
Was blamed for its own state
Why the socialists fell
And of black men that tell
Why they couldn't marry me
That Babylon have I become you see
Was not this pen's worth to be
But neither Sheba's Queen's lies in me
Put about while I was sleeping deep
Of the debt I am in
When counted out
In cents and dollars
Be no stranger
To the capitalist make over
If you recognise true
What that debt be through
Of more than forgiving
All who upon me were quibbling
Over what joy has no right
Unless bequeathed unto Allah's might
This story now has future resolution
The Queen of Sheba need no more spread such pollution
As the lies about me in everybody
Since the money song
Been sung and long
Not correct except when strong
Enough to resist her stuff
Will now be permanently corrected
By my marriage to
Who will it be
The black Aborigine
He who fit well to me
The white Aborigine
Who wanted to try for to see
Or a Muslim
Whose marriage offer might prove to be
How Sheba's Queen
Sells out every Aborigine
To our own fortune in me
As it is mine inevitably
To expose what is she
For since it is she
Has accused me
While child still
Unless I marry
She seems to have did
That every paeodphile
Was blaming upon me
In every cent
Any of us might spend
Then had she sold news of
To police whose
Ignorant feat has been
To suppose they knew
While criminals who
Had the key to the truth
Used my key of
The crimes of police
To open only their excuse
That I guess you better
Tune in white to find me
Since the Queen of Sheba's
Words of mine
Within her own black skin
Try to define me
As attainable
If only
You are aligned
In a white Australian mind
With who might to their own strife marry me
That Sheba's Queen's
Relaxs yet obscene
In her self relying
Upon any other among
Australian Aborigines
To clean her reputation
Of wrong consciousness
Of what that is sacred
About every child
To belong to
The land in love
Is wherein
Each child yet abide
While of how I find
Sheba's Queen can recognise
This story of mine
Perhaps she'd rather now
After she has four time prevented but how
That who I marry
A black fellow by now too long tarried
As though I'd take to
That who she would for me
But can not be real in life with me
Of bribes from her unto
His mind
Of more than she would let Him find
He that Aborigine
Who brought Islam to me
That this here pen is me
And all through time will see
Greed in Kabbalah
Is nothing but
The greed of this girl
Who knows
Alone why in Babylon
Did Jesus alone praise the song
That the white Aborigine
Sheba's Queen neither could let marry me
For him her answer has been
To provide for far too young and unclean
That perhaps now the solution she dreaded
Will have to be all that is left for me to mend with
How to eat the ills of the world all up
Can I connect my self
In permanent feigned stealth
To Sheba herself
Since found in her I have
The key to what Islam's Empire had
And of every man's real wealth
That it was the Queen of Sheba
Recognising I am but child in mind
Trying to make me eat more
Of what death can score
Than is my style
Of my supposed ignorance to force
Upon wants of money Dreams not yours
That men fall into her bribes upon me of course
And the fayre of marriage thus
Be of might in Allah's love
And to that Queen
Of Sheba’s past
Let her in on our secret fast
It was not her who did it
That the paedophile is the phantom of ignorance
Of the Australian Dreamtime experience
But no more exists
Thus this
For if I am the sole cause of
Then in innocence is love

But when is today too soon for now lives already the moon

When but
Had Bhyame's Song
Mixed up
The Queen of Sheba
With Babylon
And who but
Was upon
The King of Siam
Too strong
Yet Solomon

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Loving Peace was not hating warfare to survive: but in time, order will not deny our peace every made on high

Bee Re- Pea- Sea

Who is she
That lady whose chin
Was too big to begin
As at no shame therein
Of a crocodile grin
Of how many whose peace
Of oceans of grief
Has she falsified this week
And which way did we have it
That here might
Like a man tight
With Iblis tonight
Was taking me
In too many
Pieces of specific
Lost meanings because
Of broken up Dreamings
By sending our future’s eye sight
Into the past for disguise of real birth right
She’s not a bee but a bird
And one of those real who never yet heard
Fell out of the first ice age
Yet finding no landing yet in this late stage
Is not even twice the age
Of those of us young enough
To never have known of her stuff
Yet falsified she imagined
To control her mind so as to have it
And did condition too many into her whim
As though no real woman might manage even which him
Who ever he is she next raked sour
Of all that is holy in Allah’s real hour
As though no real woman might manage
To learn in truth of that mental state
We need all fear such as is her false gate
That tricked the world into needing to keep
Women as girls
Beyond the natural condition of that state
What will be her fate
Yet this time is it a real plate
For I see her the Queen of Sheba might be late
If not eaten alive by Mohammed
Since in his worth is her bind
That she did separate in time
Mujahideen now Australian
From all others of Islam’s origin
And those Australian in Islam
Separated from all other Australian
And what might thus
Become of all of us
When the world will realise
Of the prophet’s will
Is Revelations still Qur’an’s meaning will tell
We are nothing if not in that well
So let her crocodile’s lies
Not put you in her disguise
But find that a snake
Ate her bait
Then woke up Dreaming
She’s a cat in her every meaning
And this my pen
To her mind
Might not be soon only seeming
But truly found to be wise
Since the letter will arrive
By which she finds
Herself to be all lies
Of the feathery bull ant shit kind
Yet the message of this poem
Is far deeper than you might have known
For her blockage thrown
As though a gate open blown
Has caused all Islam Hope
To sponsor American rope
Yet in which
You might find this
Two keys there are
To how to read it
Open your eyes
And when ills are described
Make them visible
Yet never heard still
Make for to remember what we need forget
Without yet one breath spent
And yet
She’s a big night mare’s hill
Of the moon’s sorrow to swallow
For Mohammed’s tomorrow
There at Yirrkala now still
On TV’07 for me
To impart Allah’s will
Let us un-disguise
Be Really Peace-y Pond in we
Be Re-guarding Peace of the Sea
Bee Re-late a Pea I See
How many Pacifics in me
Is none too many to see
She’s stuck tight with to
A moon man whose face I knew
So traced well this to who do
That Mohammed’s words knew
He that receptive only so through

“Peace of the Pacific well found
Ohm Mani Padme HOm
The tale is just begun
Let Hope make it a long one
Faith is certain
Love will rule the weather
Yet for ever a curtain”
In letter is bound when this day after found.

But who are you to me
Said the queen
Believe in me
For I have seen
Came out of her mouth
Yet without
The crocodile unseen
That her cat's lock obscene
Could not lick my snake's breath clean
Of her incriminating whim to
Make all night not to Allah
But for you
As though you too
Her kill did do
That you wanted
Might through me
Be no more her pleasure
While she quietly cried
You want better
As though of hers the pleasure
This is my bet
You all might weather
Better is no less than
Never more pleasure
Than no more sin
Ever could begin

I do not
But forgive
Law abiding
True Law: Kabbalah: Shari'ah way
The word will make her day
Bless Sheba's Queen
My two shoes
She forgave Allah the moon
That men may rejoice herein
Have much gratitude
There is no need that you
Alike as Ants will to do

Monday, July 2, 2007

The copyright agreement as of 30th June 2007

By an Anonymous author
Copyright protected to the ownership of
A.C.N. 123 212 671 PTY LTD
Since such work as a exorcist might
Can not be unnamed in being owned alright
This work has a sharing copyright
With Aborigines of australia true
But this shared copyright
Is shared only with who
Can promise aloud to
Cop it as hard as the author will through
What is depicted here in this poetry
As having been of only the author's
Real life story
A story many might wish to prevent
So if you believe with me
And can prevent in your own world
The worst of consequence
As I have prevented for me
From the events here detailed
Of the world ending yet safely
You can print copies of it and sell these
Only if you get it just right
Without changing any part of
And remembering always
These words might
Take you to hell with me
If anyone could abuse any child by
So do not to blame anybody
And never accept any profit in me
Then this copyright can enable you
To sell copies of this publication
For enough money to pay for one and a half prints of
Within a promise that you
Will spend that money
Upon printing more of these
And giving one third of in Charity
Only in which might these words access the worth of

“Dreaming Haadjmos Dance Time; AManuel,”®
A Game to Play to learn you well.

About A.C.N. 123 212 671 PTY LTD:
We are owned by a set of founding directors whom are among the major characters present in these poems, but whom can only be in full ownership of all that this company owns, after turning thirty;
We are constitutionally minuted to be bound by Shari'ah;
We own: One Trade Mark; One Gold Bracelet; one minute book; copyright on these and other poems and prose; and a good few staplers;
We are lawfully enabled, and are aiming to become, similar to those companiese naming their nature as an “Islamic Investment Company”, for enabling of adherence to australian super-annuation legislation, but in our case as a method of saving in which any returns on investment are only able to be returned as social value rather than a monetary value, through providence of the knowledge as to the effects of Da'way work enabled through interest free “loan” type arrangements banked with us;
We are obliged to provide Da'wah inclusive of teaching of and from Aboriginal australian tradition, and with a focus on the needs of the immediate environment;
We are able to accept donations of the Alms in Islam Muslims are obliged to give, and can only accept such within our own commitments in Allah to adhere to True Law of Shari'ah;
We are obliged to work in enabling other companies to become established within our legal and financial model;
We can be contacted by post at PO Box 6113, Fairfield, QLD 4103.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Please know all my weblogs through this

Allah is one indivisible unity of creative energy, with love binding to that denying of his existance also,
He is everything but especially that we have not yet found,
He is not what we have our selves corrupted of the world,
He causes no wrong,
He is the unity of organisation which enables life to continue in constant re-creation,
He is endlessness itself,
He is the source of any beneficence, all mercy, and His is every Grace existing
Allah is the glue holding reality together,
We work to his tune and by believing in Him can we know faith,
By our faith in His will can we know that faith itself is a process of scientific discovery of reality,
In Faith we can realise His constant recreation of our life is fully dependant upon us working to his tune,
The Tune of living recreation each moment, never forgetting or denying His is every cause in reality,
What Allah will not cause, exists because We have forgiven of that He might not need to,
What Allah will not cause is only that world we are still in, and which is ending by our belief in Allah,
Thus will all that is ill end by our suffering in accepting His love so as to Love Him more perfectly,
And thereby must we also be denying our nature any needless suffering,
Thus only can we learn that His nature is to need us as we need Him,
In equal degree but that His Love is ever above us in magnitude and density,
For what is finer in form and density will ever need of that below, just as that below will not survive without that above it,
So that we can Love Allah better is that we can receive of His love more properly,
Be one with all of the Ummah of Believers in Him, whether Jew, Christian, or Muslim, or of any other externalised belief identification, when alive in Him we are in Islam, and only those of us whom so recognise are able to manifest that the Ummah is, and that ever at Earth is and was the Ummah one unity of real belief in Allah.
By work of the Ummah to find out what is of us ourselves, and is the impurities which Allah is not, can Allah enable us to know what He is:

ALLAH (The Name Of God)
الذى لا اله الا
AR-RAHMAN (The Beneficent)
AR-RAHIM (The Mercifull)
AL-MALIK (The Sovereign Lord)
AL-QUDDUS (The Holy)
AS-SALAM (The Source Of Peace)
AL-MU'MIN (The Guardian Of Faith)
AL-MUHAYMIN (The Protector)
AL-AZIZ (The Mighty)
AL-JABBAR (The Compeller)
AL-MUTAKABBIR (The Majestic)
AL-KHALIQ (The Creator)
AL-BARI (The Evolver)
AL-MUSAWWIR (The Fashioner)
AL-GHAFFAR (The Forgiver)
AL-QAHHAR (The Subduer)
AL-WAHHAB (The Bestover)
AR-RAZZAQ (The Provider)
AL-FATTAH (The Opner)
AL-ALIM (The All Knowning)
AL-QABID(The Constrictor)
AL-BASIT (The Expender)
AL-KHAFID (The Abaser)
AR-RAFI (The Exalter)
AL-MUIZZ (The Honourer)
AL-MUZILL (The Dishonourer)
AS-SAMIE (The All Hearing)
AL-BASIR (The All Seeing)
AL-HAKAM (The Judge)
AL-ADL (The Just)
AL-LATIF (The Subtle One)
AL-KHABIR (The Aware)
AL-HALIM (The Forbearing One)
AL-AZIM (The Great One)
AL-GHAFUR (The All-Forgiving)
ASH-SHAKUR (The Appreciative)
AL-ALI (The Most High)
AL-KABIR (The Most Great)
AL-HAFIZ (The Preserver)
AL-MUQIT (The Maintainer)
AL-HASEEB (The Reckoner)
AL-JALIL (The Sublime One)
AL-KARIM (The Generous One)
AR-RAQIB (The Watchfull)
AL-MUJIB (The Responsive)
AL-WASI (The All-Embracing)
AL-HAKEEM (The Wise)
AL-WADUD (The Loving)
AL-MAJEED (The Most Glorious One)
AL-BA'ITH (The Resurector)
ASH-SHAHEED (The Witness)
AL-HAQQ (The Truth)
AL-WAKIL (The Trustee)
AL-QAWI (The Most Strong)
AL-MATEEN (The Firm One)
AL-WALI (The Protecting Friend)
AL-HAMEED (The Praiseworthy)
AL-MUHSI (The Reckoner)
AL-MUBDI (The Originator)
AL-MU'ID (The Restorer)
AL-MUHYI (The Giver Of Life)
AL-MUMIT (The Creator Of Death)
AL-HAYEE (The Alive)
AL-QAYYUM (The Self-subsisting)
AL-WAJID (The Finder)
AL-MAJID (The Noble)
AL-WAHID (The Unique)
AL-SAMAD (The Eternal)
AL-QADIR (The Able)
AL-MUQTADIR (The Powerful)
AL-MUQADDIM (The Expediter)
AL-MU'AKHKHIR (The Delayer)
AL-AWWAL (The First)
AL-AAKHIR (The Last)
AZ-ZAHIR (The Manifest)
AL-BATIN (The Hiddeen)
AL-WALI (The Governor)
AL-MUTA'ALI (The Most Exalted)
AL-BARR (The Source Of All Goodness)
AL-TAWWAB (The Acceptor Of Repentance)
AL-MUNTAQIM (The Avenger)
AL-'AFUW (The Pardoner)
AR-RAOOF (The Compassionate)
MALIK-UL-MULK (The Eternal Owner Of Sovereignty)
مالك الملك
ZUL-JALAL-E-WAL-IKRAM (The Lord Of Majesty and Bounty)
ذوالجلال والاكرام
AL-MUQSIT (The Equitable)
AL-JAAMAY (The Gatherer)
AL-GHANI (The Self-Sufficient)
AL-MUGHNI (The Enricher)
AL-MAANAY (The Preventer)
AD_DAARR (The Distresser)
AN-NAAFAY (The Propitious)
AN-NOOR (The Light)
AL-HAADI (The Guide)
AL-BADI (The Incomparable)
AL-BAQI (The Everlasting)
AL-WARIS (The Supreme Inheritor)
AR-RASHEED (The Guide To The Right Path)
AS-SABOOR (The Patient)

Here is a poem Allah enabled in my pen:

Eternity is Accountability

Elohim Allah
Will I be able to name him all
He who is first and forever
Even when I knew never
Elohim Allah is why I am that I weather
His Holy unending Grace
In each matter of my own will I face
His indivisible mercy
So not one might I disgrace
In no cry of mine
Could I first have named He
Elohim Allah will I be
For His unknowable worth
We ride our own hurts
In His strong standing Grace
That we have no face but to face
Elohim Allah every Jinn be in Him alone seen
Unending Forever Indivisible Together
If every word I know for
I could string out this poem for
What would I amount to at all
But that I am too poor
In every other of life's calls
I am responsible for
Every name when breathed who calls
Except His Absolute one and all
Of God being His Forgiving me
By his forgiveness thus
Speak Elohim Allah with me
That every word could be his name in Eternity
Except that I know my own responsibility
So by only my own breath will I be
Honouring every name willingly given me
In reality

Praise Allah alone when our mind can with one unity begin to Dream again in reality; and when you alone can find will in Allah to make Du'a Prayers for reality, then
Thanks and Salam

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Of non-concern to believe


World of belief in God
Is just so not
What those whom fail it
Suppose us believers believe
God to be

Judge faith not
For belief is by definition
True to reason
In experiential conditions
So defy not
What your own life’s transitions
Have so far failed to provide of

And if you can not yet believe
In God
And every he bequeath
Then just believe in life
Being sustained by
A mysterious unity of energy
For what else is He
If not singularity
Too large for us to imagine
Too minute in action
For our detection
Too loving of our being
To let us end with existing
If only we forget momentarily
In Him need

For it is of us
Those parts
We have to have for love
In God above
Which fail to believe
In constance existing
Which are causal to existence ceasing
And yet within
The key is
That every
Perfect unity
Of Faith in Love
Of God above
Of reason
Of science and belief
Of hope to make the Earth our home a better place
Is the aspect of us
The Soul in living unity with
What will not cease
Without God recreating us
Once again
Every moment
So well we are beloved
In the face of the worst that has become of us

Never imagining
Is in the beginning
Belief in who
Can not show you
How far in suffering is known to
Be the way through
For the way of reality
Will be this day for me
And each and every day
For every Human who
Refuses imagination fey
But to know I mean the real way
Know my mind is fuller than they say
But of all that is in it
Never could I believe in
That which has no real evidence
Of truth in feeling
So of your mind
In its own creative bind
Believe only
Those Dream parts
Your own evidence
Can prove of
For if you count upon
What imagination relays to the throng
Ever will find you were wrong

The World Telling Me Its End

What will the world
When being Muslim became
Subjugated and defamed
In seeking truth
By Arab’s imagination
That the culture ofArabia
Is the only Islamic way
That my efforts to attain
An identity in belief to sustain
Of my own people’s place
In Islam no disgrace
Are being prevented
By Arabs insisting I need
The language ofArabia
To portray myself as a believer
While the policing of this place
Governed today by invaders
Imposed upon me
That it could be seditious
And imprison-able
To so learn to be
Able to speak in Arabic
Yet being an Aborigine of Australia
I know my own language word
Stands as well in Allah
My indigenous comprehension
Of Religion
Surpassing through ancient memory
My other schooled in keys
Which save me daily
From the police
Projecting upon me
That if it is not the sedition of
Speaking the Arabic tongue
Then indeed must it be
To claim to be Muslim
This wing to sing from
Long sung but
We are who knew not of
Until it had begun
Among those of us
Not yet converted
Before our land was invaded
Is arisen
In decisions
Of what is the law we must deal with
What marks us ever to be Muslim
Regardless of any police diversions


Was he too attractive
To be talking to me
What was He believing about me
And why had he approached me
For while I tried and tried
To make him take me
As I am
Just a bit too daggy
For what he likes of his own manhood
So therefore
Thought I
Right from the start
Of our conversation
I am just not his type
As attractive as he might be
So if he will see
That I had not tried
To get him to like me
Then perhaps he might
Realise he knows not yet
What there is to like
About me
Because I was
Sitting outside in the city
Alone at night
And did not
To be approached by any man
No matter how attractive
Nor matter that his mind
Beautifully intelligent
He describes and self defines
His Spirit alike
To mine
Giving no indication of why
But to my mind
Might he find
That of course I am above all too daggy
When approached on the city street at night
By a complete stranger
With a too far too sexy mind
That seems now to have adhered to mine
In love like
Just that he said to find
And so had I
Until without his phone number
All I could think to was cry
And poetry aplenty write
When other work calls
Is that I once before was alright
Being the person who met him
But now am too daggy for even my self to like
So his attractive personality might
Just return his mind into
Bizarre un-kissed night
For to gently remind
An advertisement I did write
And semblance like
A public announcement
Of the well to do men's
Brothel opening night
Is that my anger is formidable
Because there at
Our parting had
I shown him what
The nights walk
Might have painted me as
And in permanence if
He is not who
Answers the ad just right
Is that was I a dag
Lacking only social regard that
Or just too fat
Because to my mind
His intensely attractive
Approach to me
Was only
Too likeable to trust
To specially pretty for love
Or was I only too ignorant of
But in his real esteem
Why the bastard made me want to scream
Of formidable endurance in ice cream
Who could but Dream
That an accident
Of our coincidence
Would have caused that between
We have found ourselves relating
Within Kiri Elaison
Bringing new meaning
To a marriage of convenience
This is the Dance

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

When night is day
All the world will pay
For ought but what did a child at play
In the night of this our daylight
Praise Allah today
Eternal redemption has way
Mortification of nafs to stay

Saturday, January 6, 2007

Dreaming Haadjmo's Dance Time; AManuel, (Registered Trade Mark)

This is a story that will learn you well
The story of why
The Wandjina will cry
When you fail to try
Remember your debt to the Wandjina kind
The debt of all whom fell
Owing to who fell with them
Never to blame again
But fish every one out and then
Remind you all of life Everlasting
Evermore Wandjina's Law
Today is Forever For