Where Best To Fall

From here we are
To near and far
There are
Those who owe
And of whose debts to pay
That we may
One day
As of all owing
Be that north winds are blowing
Then to the east further
Over the seas and rather
Next skipping on over
Whole continents best
To the middle of the story get
Until east again
Then to Europe
Only to find the truth shines
Down south in the dark continent next
Where from the lesson long
Homeward bound now and belong
Easterly all bar in India’s pause
Is the solution quite plainly
Nobody’s patent
Yet of earth’s five elements
Each just as we need it
To pay for that we refused of
Naught but our own self to disabuse with
This tale I’ll never tell
Of whereabouts your next fall is
And take note of this countenance
For within the sort of the best
Will those who have abused of
The methods for God’s love
Find themselves next trip’s intolerances
Through receiving only of criminal fill
And when blaming this if daring to still
That might just find itself
Far too disabled
To sustain human will
That perhaps you’ll all better fare well
Through the exo-skeletal
Those of you who so tell
So remember this well
Not before five all
And well alive fall
Even if somewhat poor

Who Would Have Thought

Who would have thought
My mother and father have fought
To be fallen unto naught
But their own game
This the same

Who would have thought
My parents so devious
As to fail to realise
When a child was being honest
Is that I own their shame

Who would have thought
That the reason I own of
The old bones that
Rattled parental thrones is
Because of nobody's fall my own

Who would have thought
Of my failure to fall
Despite one and every and all
Projecting upon me
Desperation to hate thee

Who would have thought
Was my father's own game
To falsify his own fall the same
But then become tricked because
My own false line the better cause

Who would have thought
That to falsify lust one
Had no need to fabricate
Any badly matched fuck since
There were those who wanted to it too bad to know of

Who would have thought
My father was costing
His own falsifications
Of socieities required statuses
Wrongly upon me his daughter longer

Who would have thought
That to falsify lust once
Never had I need to fabricate
For those who tried to bribe my father
Obliged me that grace

Who would have thought
That my mother's blaming
Her daughter so sold to her husband
Were never able to cause of
What she was holding her own costs against

Who would have thought
My own will to never
Let badly matched fucks win
The game of my father's
Would have left me so stranded

Who would have thought
They did their level best to
Impose upon me the reality they sought
But have failed to and rather
Falsified for me my way into the game of my father

Who would have thought
Might have been Dad
But that
His wife imagined to have had him at
Since she fell into the mirk of false reputations staked upon this grace bidden rest

Who would have thought
Mrs. Catherine E. Marker nee Caling
Might have failed the test
Of what upon her at Dad's behest
Was the forgiveness forever request

Who would have thought
That every body in one family
Would manifest such great idiocy
As to fail to see
What protects my children is yet today me

Who would have thought
That those whom have risked all we earn
Are stationed in government positions
And hoping beyond hope
To pove their own joke is their yoke

Who would have thought
That unless there is provided real evidence to court
The solutions being founded will prove ungrounded
And a father's dreams of his wife nevermore blamed
Might prove to be that the whole story is fallen into causing men to fail

Who would have thought
That they all care less for the safety of children
Than to have one fuck more blaming somebody's mother
And when we've all finished proving it ain't my own mum
There was nobody left to safe me for my own children

Who would have thought
The victory done longer by
The children now running too dry
Who realised before now the score be
Best kept close and silent with me

Who would have thought
That the easiest game to play
Be feigning incompetence
While sustaining good conscience
Who would have thought

Who would have thought
That the simple request of a son
To go easy on his mother at that time of the month
Could have been misconstrued into
A fabrication of his mother being the worst kind of monster

Who would have thought
That such innocence being blamed was
No problem for the parents of that same
Uninvolved as they have been
But for the lies between

Who would have thought

Two More Poems of upon what no money be growing but

Had To

I had to
Take of my
Buy two
Shoes three
Style four
My five
Are you
That who
Exchanged the hat
Of nobody’s fame
For having to blame
Is that your game is too lame
To be bothered with trying to tame
But I had to
Realise it near all the same
That its defeat not meek
But by you unrecognised
Because it is not through my blaming
You that your own style
Of way is to
Inform my own dreamtime
Of all you have been unto


Matched Unto

The hot water surround
Of the deepest my ground
Are where Satan’s footprint’s abound
Yet in my own Dreams
Always let down
By Jesus preparing the road around
So when you discover
I was matched to another
Who was wrongly blamed for
Wanting me barefoot and all
Simply only because
I own a monopoly
On trading and exchanging
The real labour value
Embedded in capital
That the social labour value
Though me is
Its own independent economy
Without need to fight for the wages
That be at all times paid by failures
To for all men provide
So why might I
Accept of the money
Being paid only to me
Through being enabled by
Pursuing fears in another of poverty
When the Bible tells us not to and
While I fear not having no money
Thus thanks to all who have helped me
Into this pensionable category
But if it was for you want to define me
As lacking real capability
To mother my children more perfectly
Than any other mother will ever be able to be
The learn I have found
That evidence abounds
Against those whose corruption bound
Me into this game in the first place
Whereupon when at 33 when I entered the race
It has been to discover that the real face
Of child protection
Was never what any money upon
But that for money’s use in real providence
To the sanctity of childhood belongs
Every cent of
But possible only by the understanding of why it is
That if you blame any failure towards children
In any family at all
By what upon you spend your money
And how you account for its sum being
A way that the rich bribe the poor
Into covering over how child abuse has no door
For if you are blaming
The failure in any family
When you spend of your money
Why then be your money
That which is persecuting
The child
By accusing the future
In which you hoped to profit from
As having the continuation
Of reason to blame of
Anybody not perfectly behaved towards
The children whose game thus this is
While real protection be found
In money that abounds
By refusing to get rich upon
What needs no increases of
So in the money I salvage
From economies so blinded
As to be blaming the child through
Accusing parents of failing to
Might you
Prefer to learn
Of my own dollar value
Having every saved worth in
What aspects of economic stability
Continue once after
The forests replanted
Electricity and fossil fuels use
Drastically diminished
Until eventually
Not needed at all
So if you’ve been blamed for
Wanting my game and its score
Know only
You need believe me
To not in social value become poor
For the real money score
Has permanently labour’s worth underscored
So to the work that is worth
This game of nobody’s fame
But the story in heaven made all the same
Don’t be shy again
Of denying wrong blame
But remember forever
I mothered whose game
And will say who is inside its way
No matter how many children they have taken away
And how many men refused to play
With motherhood’s day
In which never one cent held
Against my own children may
But try and I’ll take you to hell for a whirl
With the beasts I met there a terrible girl
Yet whose work has been worth
In time more than this verse
And that it matched unto
My own shoes
Who but will do unto

Tricked Reputation

Tricked Reputation

There might be some way
To let the real story fey
Of mr grimes real reputation
He and many conspired to have
Hidden from the court that
Brand naught but who needs of
Is that no shelter can stay
Within his nether reputation
And that this story’s repercussion
Is his own situational problem
While the reality of reputations
In this has tricked a whole nation

Tricked by the hypnosis
Of Rowing on Roe “E’s”
Has been the notion
Of what to do with these
Poems in motion
Don’t you forget
To wreck
The breeze yet
For that which mr grimes blessed
Be not what you bet
Thus through Rohan a tease
Of the story please

Therefore best be blessed
With the slow pokes best on
That she won’t ever forget
Is a nest best
Of the next best
But whatever mr grimes prevents of
Be that not needed of yet upon
Is how his definition
Became at the
Queen’s behest
Of offloading mistakes upon
Australian children
Thus proven
But three son’s my own
Best efforts known
This poem naught before
Those sick heads did cause
That they Queen took of
The Irish Satanists cause
Instead of the true story
For reconciling
With Britain less poorly
In debts owing for me
Whoever my truth be

Is that through this story
The twelfth whoever he is be
Able not poorly
And set up far to surely
By the mr grimes unruly
Reputation mask falling
Upon those “e’s”
Of rowing’s please
Collect the best yet
Among stories on breeze
So long as the behest of
Is the Queen’s
While that being dumped upon
The downtime from
Be what of his fees
For selling this on
Against my reality be

Thus know you not
The story belongs
Not poorly but
Through what show because
Has one only the pull upon
And not me but from

He who will and who has
Married the right girl his own that
This poem might not need be known
For only is it his to own
The worth in its words
Thus scuttled from that your mind heard
Since reality
Is bound by being indebted to he
Whose worth is the work
Of having overcome the difficult sum
Of what mr grimes attempted
Prevent of
But thus failed bar his own gun
Who holds this true best unto me
Has upon the real force of the law within be

Counting Time Spent Alone

Another day alone
Another night with nobody to phone
Another year with everybody else's fears to own
Another week for my safety at home
To work for by writing these words out precisely
In meaning quite likely
Not what be seeming
But reality is streaming
To make these words strings exactly
Upon what of me was being denied that
To tell my own truth is all I own yet
But to tell it in full story
No detail left out
Is that I measure by life's precise amount
Of joy in breath and living at best
For the worth of the Earth is that we are yet
In love with the function God grants us to live in
Of breathing for Earth's need to cleanse up the atmosphere
That taking down the worlds worthless dreams and
Replacing with better is what living can mean that
To live is the excitment of every game and
In every song a new find to tame that
We all will this life and
Whatever lives next that
One day in love will we meet up with our best
So mashallah the rest
Of these loniest of days
Is worth life's endurance
For Jesus my praise
That my self in this race
Of human kindness today
Because Aboriginal I am and
Australian because
My heart's will ever of
This country my home
Be my true real bone
Eternally known of
That survival has meaning
Within all the fears
And the worst of these years
Weeks and days and the tears that
Neither need we deny
Or assert the real finding
Of what is the nature of
Our way to be binding
Will no loneliness defeat
The willing retreat
Into reconciling our feet
For the way soon complete
In the endless love of
Living life to its fullest
Will no want be uncounted
No hate be unrouted
No life be needless
Yet never without willingness
To love who creates us
For this will to provide of
What life will my mind low
That even worms sew
To receive of our desires known
Must we give away that exact bone
Thus tonight yet alone

Windy Corner's

I once mentioned
To a person bent on
Undermining Australians
That our culture depends on
The unravelling certain
Of pride's stations
That reassembling might
Children's clues provide
(that is to say
in my own way
to provide of clues for
children themselves to own of
so beware not to read me wrong)
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
Over exposure of children
But he also did try
Convince us all that why
We need his type
Of pride
Just might
Be a left winger's right
When in fact his own plight
Was neo-nazisms blight
Held down
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 accountible 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

Hadn’t

The nation
State is
What of it
You make of it
Have it
A habit
To give what
You did
Thar guitars
To go far
For you
Will live
That Shaytan
Versus these poems
To break
No money
Forgives
But that
This is


Money Bitch Shod Witch

Moon did
Lid fits
Let with
This it
Pro’s post gram
Peach Sheik
Feat week
Bless nits
Half the old poem
Still hits
Hell’s tits
Stray fit
Nets boil
Same toil
Frill pill
Thrills ill
Shit sticks
Blame this
Money bitch
Death its
Law full
Shoo expense

the poem upon which undercover operatives imagined their own theft

Has Poetry any in not already well enough Hunted?
aka Who Am I?
aka The Lady of the Lake’s Perfection is Baked

To pay for my Treasure
Of word made Spell
Your $20 will learn you well
Treasure earned
Is treasure usefully kept
While treasure bought
The winds of change blow best

So follow my lead
In the Hunt upon stead
For my Magic and its spells
Were never free
Yet by freedom be

By post with surety
If you live not in the City
My treasure is in
Fearing not its secret
Through to you too
By mail and post who
Might send me their letter
That never
Your fear of unknown
In my words
But to read
Is the means I have shown
As ancient culture reads nature
We read the poem
That Reconciles now known
At my treasure
Of Hell I have lived
Alive I was and not too bad
Through the Valley of the Dead
And can remember death
That of everlasting life the promise
Be never unknown to my life
No matter how they try
And even already stole of
More than twice
That this is the Treasure
And I who bring it to you
Zen Yen Xenophobe be not
My writing will be less what
You strangely feel accustomed to
Yet you I know will read me true
For an eye on what do you
In money through
This is the story for you
A story about a small certain fact
Yet fact of no small uncertainty that
Of large impact
In which my own is the hat
Being quietly a shell shocking fact
That mine is to insulate its knowledge
Within layer upon layer of
Conditioned Scholar’s rage
My status not socially recognized
Nor falsely opposed when defined
Yet immutable of real impact
Yours to reap in the learning
Of gradual reading
This is no easy read through
Yet worth it be for you
If you can too
From Eternity to now and then
I did not do
138 show you
The only grounds left
Whose are Religious
In evidence for Science
And Mystic
Is my pact
You will never collapse
Within this its formidable fact
Of biological consequences
Not of war by in personal expenses
For those whom have kept me a girl
In mind all the time
By preventing my womanhood right
While forcing me seem their want to do
And stealing from me the memory
Of what hell is defined
Might yet of course realize
This is the well to the spell
And of time
Not more than sublime
That the more they have stolen of my life
The longer their own in hell to find
By mine
For I will again so as to defeat their kind
That the least they could do
Would be to let my will through
For the future they steal of
As though able exist at present
Doth shine
With eternity’s bind
Know it was for a very long time
From 1938 to 67’s grate
Upon thousands of lifetimes baked
That life be bliss beyond their comparing mind
I have won myself in eternity fine
But never without Allah time

Today's Concern With Life

In the past
Our numbers
Began in Arabic language
As real signs
By design
For each had the right number of angles
To pictorially represent numerical value
Yet when numbers are symbols not signs
Then what is the meaning of how much we have spent

One: was alike to how seven is often drawn, with one angle
Two: like a Z with two angles
Three: another angle at the bottom of the 2
Four: keep it joined at the top and don't cross over the line when finishing
Five: like a digital six but where the part which has often been a circle in a six doesn't meet
Six: like a digital six
Seven: with a cross through its leg and a stand under it
Eight: like two triangles joined
Nine: I don't know that one, which is alright since I can count in base nine.

Sugar and Spice (and all things nice)

Sugar and Spice

She liked being a girl
Her play with dolls unfurled
And of secrets we all bear
Hers were that bound by pearl
That never has secrecy spoiled
The past effects of her toil
For motherhood’s spoils
Are to be defamed for that exact
Behaviour which prepares the girl
For motherhoods facts
Yet of daughters future’s royal
No son’s past could ever foil
When motherhood’s best
Is habit
The sanctity of childhood has it
To demand of a manPerfection in marriage

Perhaps that only perhaps, but never delusionally

Perhaps

When my community
Of religious believers
Provided for me
It had been those of the Earth
Preventing me
Yet that their providence replacement
But police prevented that so see
I worked to prove my case lawfully
For my own place be true in Eternity
Yet then and oh when
Was it my own past behaviour
In nine and a half years of no favour
Which intervened preventatively
In the form of that former acquaintance
From whom none had been protecting me
That in Allah believe
The full account now in me
Must by definition include
The whole of my history
Yet never otherwise has it been
But that those of my past
Lay claims upon owning me
And without attending as need be
Since it was asserted
I might be expected to believe
This here analysis
Is only delusion I perceive
Thus now that it be
Family Law Courts
Using all three forms
Of the ripping off of me
As though to defame my real credibility
Perhaps best that fact never said
Of true identity

Jealously Guarded

This is my truth
You might have to get
It is not my own way
That to be jealous
And yet
If a man he
Has been with who
He was letting imagine be me
Believe in my wrath true
For if ever I cheated on he
Twas never my bill
To have so charged of who we be

My House

Give to me my house
For it won't be all my shout
Unless your mind truly doubts
What is this all about
Less that the key to the house

Obscene

#########

Obscene


You won’t like me much
Unless but
Your will is to tolerate thus
That I have less of
What you might like for
Reputation management
Than what I saw of your need to have it
I’ve holes in my teeth
My feet were bare
Knots in my hair
A red eyed computer stare
And armpit fungus to boot
Nothing worth your attentive providence
Which seemed to want of
I don’t know what
Above being valued higher
Than your drunken behaviour
In which you awarded me small favour
But that I don’t think so
Of any chance likely
We might fit together socially
Thus best not consider what
It might be like to have with you got
And before those who steal of
My real self worth in
Well considered reputation
Could take their time to trash me
Within you own mind
I did it for them
Sustaining thus some control of
So as it is I have been who mentioned
The pants I was wearing
The fact of the monsters
Back at my house all yawning
And what it is I don’t like about
This learning each other’s situation
But that I wanted of
And wondered upon love for
And could not have
Predicated
Having thought you would find me
In some darker shaded life style
That is who I expected
Was a darker kind of guy
But since we met
It’s like we did
Together what’s not worth
A mention
And why is mine
But how I don’t get
When what was of
My dodging you propositioning
With some sick commentary
About nobody’s real predisposition
But that I found mine
Became catalysed to find
Itself needing
No, you’re right
There’s no such thing as
Love at first sight
But at the first touch was
One glory filled feeling scored
That you might just be
Even good enough for me
Anticipating some resolution
Of the world’s best solutions
Despite my mother’s
Predilection
For presupposing my definition
Be against she needfully
That under a mountain I be
So if you can believe
Life’s reality
Is detected by
Never getting it easy
And consider how life might be
If with me your difficulties
You might please just find me
Your own to handle is
But that this here be
Authored by me
And there’s something else about me
But it seems I’ve had a dream
You might forgive me
My half arsed hair
Halved not spare
Neither in the arse
But for how it got there
With plenty of hair
And a bit of blonde-ing cream
To prove it’s not my own want to have been
Obscene
So believe me
There is reason manifesting
For us to be now communicating
Outside of the context
Of the obscene
Is that we were seen
And mistaken
In why I might have been
Escorting you to where your need
As described to me
And thus my reputation
Now needs yet further clarification
In which perhaps you owe me
Since it’s been
My own good turn
To have sent you
Back into that you spoke of to be
And then there is that other need
For the services of
An Artist in deed
But not to forget
There is also the best
Of what went on between
Us to yet
Decipher clean
Since my own social situation
Is rather badly affected yet
But now here I recall
Those other reasons seemed to fall
Into this fourth time
Now I’ve tried to divine
Somehow
Might it be
That you need me
To include you among
Those owed a letter because
It’s not really me who has been
In regard this situation
Having promulgated
The obscene
But it has been
Between
The Queen of Sheba
The suicidal Korean
And nothing you ought to have already been
When Cain has been
Today forgiven
And Eve’s account of the snake made clean
While Adam
Well
It seems he might be
Quite alright as well
Astride the ride of what life did
Leaving eventually only
The beast of the Earth
Between you and me
Will love be
And never obscenely
So lonely
Again
But when
And why did it have to be that I write the “l” word not lightly so publicly
So best believe
If it’s not only the dream
I’ll have you for letting it happen to me
That a prostitute might I seem
Unless one day some nice man finds himself astray
And winds up married to me
But first might he
Need to know I have dreamed
Beyond one touch
Don't know me
Unless all of it and showing
For somebody somewhere took that shot
Of how he failed to know what he already had got