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
Showing posts with label Matilda's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Matilda's. Show all posts
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Sunday, June 8, 2008
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
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
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
Friday, April 25, 2008
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
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
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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
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
Thursday, February 14, 2008
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.
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.
Monday, February 4, 2008
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
Sunday, January 20, 2008
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
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
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
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
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
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
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
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
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Of non-concern to believe
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
Seditious
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
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
Want
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
Unbelievable
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, November 14, 2006
Dreaming Haadjmo's Dance Time; AManuel, (Reg TM)
At least it was not
Donated and Dharma
Self worth Karma
But of Prana
Who will shoe
What you knew
And be willing to . . .
weclome to this blog in which I maintain the right to be my own person
in ownership and individuality landed
had that the sand did but what not might have been
here I might regularly contribute the the greater wealth of Human psychology
from my poetry
copyright to me:
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I can be asked for permission to access these facilities of a copyright and a trademark within specific conditions which are willing in support of my own cause in Allah; and hold the trade mark in Jesus name to the tune of only Elohim Allah for Eternity Humanity is the survivor.
Our worldly Indigenous worth had won victory by knowing that every win is God's only.
try reading about these stories in another weblog at: www.whowassarahrezip.blogspot.com ,
but there is an actual edit now at my wordpress web log where I am named ANungarrayididitdotCopas and also Curaezipirid
or through Load Islam, are posts I have made about my Indigenous culture, to the tune of this username, or the less pronouncible anagram at: also wordpress, and http://www.brisbanemuslims.com, http://islam.forumwise.com ,
and then I am also known at Why Islam and My Islam Web,
or with the same username in a thumbprint at www.usmob.com.au
and then let me be silently a mother again
among those Muslim Jinn who are awakening today
Waram from Babylon The Great, that is if you can believe in every thing I say,
here in Australia a Muslim, and a Christian, an Aborigine,
where Shari'ah is now all in the Arc of the Covenant to stay.
Donated and Dharma
Self worth Karma
But of Prana
Who will shoe
What you knew
And be willing to . . .
weclome to this blog in which I maintain the right to be my own person
in ownership and individuality landed
had that the sand did but what not might have been
here I might regularly contribute the the greater wealth of Human psychology
from my poetry
copyright to me:
ANungarrayididit.Copas Copyright Protected
I can be asked for permission to access these facilities of a copyright and a trademark within specific conditions which are willing in support of my own cause in Allah; and hold the trade mark in Jesus name to the tune of only Elohim Allah for Eternity Humanity is the survivor.
Our worldly Indigenous worth had won victory by knowing that every win is God's only.
try reading about these stories in another weblog at: www.whowassarahrezip.blogspot.com ,
but there is an actual edit now at my wordpress web log where I am named ANungarrayididitdotCopas and also Curaezipirid
or through Load Islam, are posts I have made about my Indigenous culture, to the tune of this username, or the less pronouncible anagram at: also wordpress, and http://www.brisbanemuslims.com, http://islam.forumwise.com ,
and then I am also known at Why Islam and My Islam Web,
or with the same username in a thumbprint at www.usmob.com.au
and then let me be silently a mother again
among those Muslim Jinn who are awakening today
Waram from Babylon The Great, that is if you can believe in every thing I say,
here in Australia a Muslim, and a Christian, an Aborigine,
where Shari'ah is now all in the Arc of the Covenant to stay.
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