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