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
Whatever
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
Forever
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

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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)
الله
الذى لا اله الا
AR-RAHMAN (The Beneficent)
الرحمن
AR-RAHIM (The Mercifull)
الرحيم
AL-MALIK (The Sovereign Lord)
الملك
AL-QUDDUS (The Holy)
القدوس
AS-SALAM (The Source Of Peace)
السلام
AL-MU'MIN (The Guardian Of Faith)
المؤمن
AL-MUHAYMIN (The Protector)
المهيمن
AL-AZIZ (The Mighty)
العزيز
AL-JABBAR (The Compeller)
الجبار
AL-MUTAKABBIR (The Majestic)
المتكبر
AL-KHALIQ (The Creator)
الخالق
AL-BARI (The Evolver)
البارىء
AL-MUSAWWIR (The Fashioner)
المصور
AL-GHAFFAR (The Forgiver)
الغفار
AL-QAHHAR (The Subduer)
القهار
AL-WAHHAB (The Bestover)
الوهاب
AR-RAZZAQ (The Provider)
الرزاق
AL-FATTAH (The Opner)
الفتاح
AL-ALIM (The All Knowning)
العليم
AL-QABID(The Constrictor)
القابض
AL-BASIT (The Expender)
الباسط
AL-KHAFID (The Abaser)
الخافض
AR-RAFI (The Exalter)
الرافع
AL-MUIZZ (The Honourer)
المعز
AL-MUZILL (The Dishonourer)
المذل
AS-SAMIE (The All Hearing)
السميع
AL-BASIR (The All Seeing)
البصير
AL-HAKAM (The Judge)
الحكم
AL-ADL (The Just)
العدل
AL-LATIF (The Subtle One)
اللطيف
AL-KHABIR (The Aware)
الخبير
AL-HALIM (The Forbearing One)
الحليم
AL-AZIM (The Great One)
العظيم
AL-GHAFUR (The All-Forgiving)
الغفور
ASH-SHAKUR (The Appreciative)
الشكور
AL-ALI (The Most High)
العلى
AL-KABIR (The Most Great)
الكبير
AL-HAFIZ (The Preserver)
الحفيظ
AL-MUQIT (The Maintainer)
المقيت
AL-HASEEB (The Reckoner)
الحسيب
AL-JALIL (The Sublime One)
الجليل
AL-KARIM (The Generous One)
الكريم
AR-RAQIB (The Watchfull)
الرقيب
AL-MUJIB (The Responsive)
المجيب
AL-WASI (The All-Embracing)
الواسع
AL-HAKEEM (The Wise)
الحكيم
AL-WADUD (The Loving)
الودوود
AL-MAJEED (The Most Glorious One)
المجيد
AL-BA'ITH (The Resurector)
الباعث
ASH-SHAHEED (The Witness)
الشهيد
AL-HAQQ (The Truth)
الحق
AL-WAKIL (The Trustee)
الوكيل
AL-QAWI (The Most Strong)
القوى
AL-MATEEN (The Firm One)
المتين
AL-WALI (The Protecting Friend)
الولى
AL-HAMEED (The Praiseworthy)
الحميد
AL-MUHSI (The Reckoner)
المحصى
AL-MUBDI (The Originator)
المبدىء
AL-MU'ID (The Restorer)
المعيد
AL-MUHYI (The Giver Of Life)
المحى
AL-MUMIT (The Creator Of Death)
المميت
AL-HAYEE (The Alive)
الحى
AL-QAYYUM (The Self-subsisting)
القيوم
AL-WAJID (The Finder)
الواجد
AL-MAJID (The Noble)
الماجد
AL-WAHID (The Unique)
الواحد
AL-SAMAD (The Eternal)
الصمد
AL-QADIR (The Able)
القادر
AL-MUQTADIR (The Powerful)
المقتدر
AL-MUQADDIM (The Expediter)
المقدم
AL-MU'AKHKHIR (The Delayer)
المؤخر
AL-AWWAL (The First)
الأول
AL-AAKHIR (The Last)
الآخر
AZ-ZAHIR (The Manifest)
الظاهر
AL-BATIN (The Hiddeen)
الباطن
AL-WALI (The Governor)
الوالى
AL-MUTA'ALI (The Most Exalted)
المتعالى
AL-BARR (The Source Of All Goodness)
البر
AL-TAWWAB (The Acceptor Of Repentance)
التواب
AL-MUNTAQIM (The Avenger)
المنتقم
AL-'AFUW (The Pardoner)
العفو
AR-RAOOF (The Compassionate)
الرؤوف
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)
المقسط
AL-JAAMAY (The Gatherer)
الجامع
AL-GHANI (The Self-Sufficient)
الغنى
AL-MUGHNI (The Enricher)
المغنى
AL-MAANAY (The Preventer)
المانع
AD_DAARR (The Distresser)
الضار
AN-NAAFAY (The Propitious)
النافع
AN-NOOR (The Light)
النور
AL-HAADI (The Guide)
الهادى
AL-BADI (The Incomparable)
البديع
AL-BAQI (The Everlasting)
الباقى
AL-WARIS (The Supreme Inheritor)
الوارث
AR-RASHEED (The Guide To The Right Path)
الرشيد
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

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

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

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

Dreaming Haadjmo's Dance Time; AManuel,

We have had
Every happy and sad
Nobility of the Nomad
No despair could yet tear
This way from our share
Of worth earned at Earth
For Jannah