Because the child who knows
Never found out too slow
What criminality's about might show
That the criminals forgo
Any imagined right to be owed
For what the children expose
That the criminal game became
Wanting the children's game
And a child's life to feign
Is that all criminals now lamed
By the difference between the same
Show of the outlook by authority distained
Will no other child ever need know of
The criminal's brain
Our prayers forever this aim
Yet that already any one of might claim
For free market saturation sustained
Is the saturation with sin of childhood's brave
Will to account for adult amounts
Of responsibilities well famed
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
This week ABC television had a documentary on Compass, called “God is Green”.
It’s good to see that folk are starting to notice.
Most often, religious texts have been misused so as to excuse the accumulation of commodities which nobody needs, and the fact of a profit bearing economy being a cause of inflation, and cause of the depletion of natural resources. Yet it has always been obvious to anybody with any real sense who reads those same religious texts, that to use the words like that, small sections of Bible, or Qur’an, or Vedas etc, need to be placed out of the context of the whole. Those of us with real sense and sensibility about the environment, who have hung in there with learning the ropes of religious ideologies, and worked at reconciling those ideologies with modern science, (rather than attempting to polarise religion and science as a dichotomy or contradictory world views and contradicting philosophies: remember that the first scientists in every culture were always, and without exception, the priests; then consider what priests have to lose, and what there is to gain from reconciling religious experience with science), have been out in the cold of religious infrastructures for too long. Yet out here in the cold, of that, now out-of-date and no longer fashionable, lock out, there was always a very good reason for hanging onto the various religious doctrines in their totality, and the various frame works of social infrastructure which religious has built. Without the religious mainstream supporting reforestation and cutting CFC emissions radically, nobody will be inheriting the Earth.
Nobody can afford not to remember this.
No matter what our politics, and what our religious creed, we have to put the Earth first. Modern science is, at all turns, beginning to prove that the oldest ways, which belong in the traditional and ancient cultures of this world, provide the best clues for what will be able to be scientifically verified in time. When the Church leaders all realise that it is their own fault that scientists are ignoring religious doctrine, then human society will know that the Earth can be saved.
It’s good to see that folk are starting to notice.
Most often, religious texts have been misused so as to excuse the accumulation of commodities which nobody needs, and the fact of a profit bearing economy being a cause of inflation, and cause of the depletion of natural resources. Yet it has always been obvious to anybody with any real sense who reads those same religious texts, that to use the words like that, small sections of Bible, or Qur’an, or Vedas etc, need to be placed out of the context of the whole. Those of us with real sense and sensibility about the environment, who have hung in there with learning the ropes of religious ideologies, and worked at reconciling those ideologies with modern science, (rather than attempting to polarise religion and science as a dichotomy or contradictory world views and contradicting philosophies: remember that the first scientists in every culture were always, and without exception, the priests; then consider what priests have to lose, and what there is to gain from reconciling religious experience with science), have been out in the cold of religious infrastructures for too long. Yet out here in the cold, of that, now out-of-date and no longer fashionable, lock out, there was always a very good reason for hanging onto the various religious doctrines in their totality, and the various frame works of social infrastructure which religious has built. Without the religious mainstream supporting reforestation and cutting CFC emissions radically, nobody will be inheriting the Earth.
Nobody can afford not to remember this.
No matter what our politics, and what our religious creed, we have to put the Earth first. Modern science is, at all turns, beginning to prove that the oldest ways, which belong in the traditional and ancient cultures of this world, provide the best clues for what will be able to be scientifically verified in time. When the Church leaders all realise that it is their own fault that scientists are ignoring religious doctrine, then human society will know that the Earth can be saved.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Will Secret Truth
Willing to be
Be able be me
Is the simplicity
Of that will be
So of all will to be
Believe that in me
The word that’s spelt will
Never forget what is real
And that illegitimate fright
Of what in the world might
Some fools have beset
The minds of my family to get
That the word boo
Be not the word be
And never like bees
Nor the word set
Be at all established
In our brains yet
By what they have done to me
Without my own willingly
So when you hear the words that
Will be able
Be prepared to stable
The animals of mind and fable
And place reality on the table
For no fool will ever become capable
Of discerning willingly able
Thus for the lives of Abel and Cain
The worth of Seth never label
And let no definitions of what will Abel
Place upon table
For his confession to me
Never you can deceive
Neither of Cain’s loss of fame
Nor Seth’s real gain
And never sustain
False clarity of proof
In who nobody will
Cut off from under our roof
Of what will be able
That streuth
That Accused of the Shirk
The shirk be worst
When naught the verse
Upon who first
Demeaned words
The solution simple
Upon one pimple
Either few or every
Set up by majority
Has been Earth’s true victory
Made today for safety
Willing to be
Be able be me
Is the simplicity
Of that will be
So of all will to be
Believe that in me
The word that’s spelt will
Never forget what is real
And that illegitimate fright
Of what in the world might
Some fools have beset
The minds of my family to get
That the word boo
Be not the word be
And never like bees
Nor the word set
Be at all established
In our brains yet
By what they have done to me
Without my own willingly
So when you hear the words that
Will be able
Be prepared to stable
The animals of mind and fable
And place reality on the table
For no fool will ever become capable
Of discerning willingly able
Thus for the lives of Abel and Cain
The worth of Seth never label
And let no definitions of what will Abel
Place upon table
For his confession to me
Never you can deceive
Neither of Cain’s loss of fame
Nor Seth’s real gain
And never sustain
False clarity of proof
In who nobody will
Cut off from under our roof
Of what will be able
That streuth
That Accused of the Shirk
The shirk be worst
When naught the verse
Upon who first
Demeaned words
The solution simple
Upon one pimple
Either few or every
Set up by majority
Has been Earth’s true victory
Made today for safety
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
a poem
That level
Of prejudice
Not possible
To reconcile with
The facts of this matter
And who behind grew fatter
While others were starved for
The means their own worth
So let no word be spoken
Against the judgement noted
For it is children's conditions which
To date are the only infringed
And the adulthood lessons is
That no assumption can ever win
Yet trust in the truth is that
The principle be at
While author of this is
Yet child at that
Of prejudice
Not possible
To reconcile with
The facts of this matter
And who behind grew fatter
While others were starved for
The means their own worth
So let no word be spoken
Against the judgement noted
For it is children's conditions which
To date are the only infringed
And the adulthood lessons is
That no assumption can ever win
Yet trust in the truth is that
The principle be at
While author of this is
Yet child at that
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Saturday, August 9, 2008
Three Poems Known
Three Poems Known
(written ninth August 2008)
Would that she not wonder
Why the loot stripped ripped asunder
For a face to plunder
Will straw hats shake out the wonder
Of how someone spoke their number
In advising child like kind of slumber
To go head on down
To the depths of town
Wherein be the best thieves around
For to escape from
Straw hats have broken of
No less than festooned from
Want to prove
Worth in the groove
Of having briefly suffered alike upon
Those words first
Whose work earned
The worth unturned
The Olympics are on
Nothing going for a song
My son’s leaving the whirl
Of how many artifical pearls
Might have been too long
Sold thus upon
For the life of heaven
While ever the leaven
Never ever depends on
That the countenance of hell goes on
So if you’ve found this
And are in a wee fix
Best remember forever
There never was better
And that blessed best
Finds no future in debt
But are debts of the past unpaid yet
The only ones with
Any legitimate claim
Against
Australian Aboriginal basis
To ask for financial reparations
Became portrayed as though racists
When the real engagers
In racial based hatred
Were wondering too long
Upon the nature
Of Australia’s Aboriginal status
And imagined into the equation
A couple of thick idiots
Thick enough to attempt the theft
Of that status
Of being indebted to by
Aborigines on high
But Lord what have they done
Hardly bares accounting the sum
Total abrogation
Of why any fact is ever won
Between his and hers
The queer’s strange world
And the work’s next code unfurled
Why in full view of the sky
The deed had been done
By which to lock none
For the claim had begun
Within their same one
(written ninth August 2008)
Would that she not wonder
Why the loot stripped ripped asunder
For a face to plunder
Will straw hats shake out the wonder
Of how someone spoke their number
In advising child like kind of slumber
To go head on down
To the depths of town
Wherein be the best thieves around
For to escape from
Straw hats have broken of
No less than festooned from
Want to prove
Worth in the groove
Of having briefly suffered alike upon
Those words first
Whose work earned
The worth unturned
The Olympics are on
Nothing going for a song
My son’s leaving the whirl
Of how many artifical pearls
Might have been too long
Sold thus upon
For the life of heaven
While ever the leaven
Never ever depends on
That the countenance of hell goes on
So if you’ve found this
And are in a wee fix
Best remember forever
There never was better
And that blessed best
Finds no future in debt
But are debts of the past unpaid yet
The only ones with
Any legitimate claim
Against
Australian Aboriginal basis
To ask for financial reparations
Became portrayed as though racists
When the real engagers
In racial based hatred
Were wondering too long
Upon the nature
Of Australia’s Aboriginal status
And imagined into the equation
A couple of thick idiots
Thick enough to attempt the theft
Of that status
Of being indebted to by
Aborigines on high
But Lord what have they done
Hardly bares accounting the sum
Total abrogation
Of why any fact is ever won
Between his and hers
The queer’s strange world
And the work’s next code unfurled
Why in full view of the sky
The deed had been done
By which to lock none
For the claim had begun
Within their same one
Sunday, July 6, 2008
What that he would for
That great oaf I stood for
To prevent his courting the criminal world
For there because of his own whirls
Within what might have made me poor all the more
Has Mr Grimes not learned to be sorry and sore
By depending upon my worth for
All of his own dreams known
Of any victory in any court room for
That I have done was
Prevent that the father of my children
Might ever be made alike to
Those many time bombs fused
Of people in prison's abuse
For not I ever could have
Let any inmate at
The providence for
Being father to my children not poor
So when he will take it in that
It is my will he begin don the hat
Of earning money by work to go back
Surely Ms Angus
Not to stingey for that
All of the money in China he had
Was always about some wages bout
Which he claims to refute of
In his own wars because
His is the worth of
Being simply the lazier of us
But of any reason he could find would
He want to refute that
His own worth in his hands labour
Is just not worthy to trade upon
Yet by the fact of what he gave for
To father my children
Might I always have paid him
In self worth of the love therein
But that he has bent that very meaning
By seeking to deny children their own needs when
He refuted and abuse their
True worth in feelings
Might he thus realise no love
Was ever lost between us
No worth had I ever
Been able express to define thus
The reason I ever walked beside him
Yet that has it never
Been for any season but
To approach as close as I dared to
The worst human being with whom
I could enter into an intimate relationship with
For somewhere inside me
Was always the reason being denied by him
That one day somehow and without loss of mind
Will I
The fare of causing child abuse by accusing of kind bind
Into its real consciousness of causation's silent night
For never has it been my own right
Nor ever did I in any intentional might
Blame or accuse
That he supposed to have used
As his excuse
But rather have I between
These reasons and feeling
Just let it be that
For his hell am I paying
Such that he never will but be staying
The hand in which his own father branded
His own lack of praying
For my children need never learn of
The real derth of his feelings for Earth that
He blinds all and sundry
In lies of great flurry
With the insideously corrupted
Coins of having stolen
The real way through the future to
Real environmental salvaging
So as that the trees can and will
Regrow into forests for
The love between he and I never poor
Yet by whom through he
Was it ever received be
That one day somewhere
The rest of the planet seem to have needed
To stick it to his bum baring glare
Was not my own will to dare
Yet never not believe in me rare
For the will not to deceive is
That by my own mind this
Real tune will the real wish
Of my perfect truth its
Having been told all the while in
The family court's bind this is
Now catch it if you can
For the excellence never be damned
And if you've been trying the plan
Of space travel by vans
And rocket ships that land
On another planet's worth found
Be it never with manners
That the mars probe has landed
And forever never had a chance in hell or earth to have found
Whatever it is why by my love
Will be that work being held down
Into the ground
By everybody who blames me around
As though married and fluidly current
By prostituting myself for brown money
For higher will the lives
Upon nothing arise
Only to be
Turned to rocks when arrive
Such is the worth of the Earth
Within which all will be heralded not dearth
And of all those of us who here have seen it
The probe upon mars might our spirits have believed in
Is that forever to have loved so behelden
And the planned escapes from
This Earth's rocky providence
Have ever been of the set up
Against
Yet the worth in our cover up
Was not that of marsupial luck
Since only certain of us
Were ever able that condolence
But
Of the forests
Will every intolerance
To the blinded countenance
Of refusing to keep human mind's worth real for this ants
Thus of my hands you will dance
Upon insanity's brands perchance
That great oaf I stood for
To prevent his courting the criminal world
For there because of his own whirls
Within what might have made me poor all the more
Has Mr Grimes not learned to be sorry and sore
By depending upon my worth for
All of his own dreams known
Of any victory in any court room for
That I have done was
Prevent that the father of my children
Might ever be made alike to
Those many time bombs fused
Of people in prison's abuse
For not I ever could have
Let any inmate at
The providence for
Being father to my children not poor
So when he will take it in that
It is my will he begin don the hat
Of earning money by work to go back
Surely Ms Angus
Not to stingey for that
All of the money in China he had
Was always about some wages bout
Which he claims to refute of
In his own wars because
His is the worth of
Being simply the lazier of us
But of any reason he could find would
He want to refute that
His own worth in his hands labour
Is just not worthy to trade upon
Yet by the fact of what he gave for
To father my children
Might I always have paid him
In self worth of the love therein
But that he has bent that very meaning
By seeking to deny children their own needs when
He refuted and abuse their
True worth in feelings
Might he thus realise no love
Was ever lost between us
No worth had I ever
Been able express to define thus
The reason I ever walked beside him
Yet that has it never
Been for any season but
To approach as close as I dared to
The worst human being with whom
I could enter into an intimate relationship with
For somewhere inside me
Was always the reason being denied by him
That one day somehow and without loss of mind
Will I
The fare of causing child abuse by accusing of kind bind
Into its real consciousness of causation's silent night
For never has it been my own right
Nor ever did I in any intentional might
Blame or accuse
That he supposed to have used
As his excuse
But rather have I between
These reasons and feeling
Just let it be that
For his hell am I paying
Such that he never will but be staying
The hand in which his own father branded
His own lack of praying
For my children need never learn of
The real derth of his feelings for Earth that
He blinds all and sundry
In lies of great flurry
With the insideously corrupted
Coins of having stolen
The real way through the future to
Real environmental salvaging
So as that the trees can and will
Regrow into forests for
The love between he and I never poor
Yet by whom through he
Was it ever received be
That one day somewhere
The rest of the planet seem to have needed
To stick it to his bum baring glare
Was not my own will to dare
Yet never not believe in me rare
For the will not to deceive is
That by my own mind this
Real tune will the real wish
Of my perfect truth its
Having been told all the while in
The family court's bind this is
Now catch it if you can
For the excellence never be damned
And if you've been trying the plan
Of space travel by vans
And rocket ships that land
On another planet's worth found
Be it never with manners
That the mars probe has landed
And forever never had a chance in hell or earth to have found
Whatever it is why by my love
Will be that work being held down
Into the ground
By everybody who blames me around
As though married and fluidly current
By prostituting myself for brown money
For higher will the lives
Upon nothing arise
Only to be
Turned to rocks when arrive
Such is the worth of the Earth
Within which all will be heralded not dearth
And of all those of us who here have seen it
The probe upon mars might our spirits have believed in
Is that forever to have loved so behelden
And the planned escapes from
This Earth's rocky providence
Have ever been of the set up
Against
Yet the worth in our cover up
Was not that of marsupial luck
Since only certain of us
Were ever able that condolence
But
Of the forests
Will every intolerance
To the blinded countenance
Of refusing to keep human mind's worth real for this ants
Thus of my hands you will dance
Upon insanity's brands perchance
Monday, June 23, 2008
try the new Eagle Street Pier all nighter
combined with
trying to sleep outside among that her
grand cities might will
tell of the night but
not among those whose dream pill
was that which has no clair-audience
among real believers
so while I know she's a good one
cop but that I am of
best another not so connected with blood
who stakes out the situation
of what happens when
somebody whose trying to sleep out
and becomes moved on
is first found out by and advised of
the best route to so safely
by somebody or other's building security
shalom belong and salam but
combined with
trying to sleep outside among that her
grand cities might will
tell of the night but
not among those whose dream pill
was that which has no clair-audience
among real believers
so while I know she's a good one
cop but that I am of
best another not so connected with blood
who stakes out the situation
of what happens when
somebody whose trying to sleep out
and becomes moved on
is first found out by and advised of
the best route to so safely
by somebody or other's building security
shalom belong and salam but
That is to say precisely
That one day it will can only be
The corruption among Queensland
Who is it but
Between the police and law society
With some bent psychiatry between
Of corruption already been proven
In the family law arena known of
Always having some no good reason
Defined as a racialism and/or poor sexism's bad luck
For wrongly placing true Christian children
There are in fact enough
Such cases
That the story can only but be displaced as
That of all of Australia
And with all the CIA already having of
Unless it happens to become
That what "Queenslander's" have done
Will be legislatively lawfully and Godly proven
To have longer been corrupt
Than my own presence here among
For the real world real life stories
Have some certain way of defining
What it is which the world will believe
So hi to you all thus
This with my wish for your good luck
That one day it will can only be
The corruption among Queensland
Who is it but
Between the police and law society
With some bent psychiatry between
Of corruption already been proven
In the family law arena known of
Always having some no good reason
Defined as a racialism and/or poor sexism's bad luck
For wrongly placing true Christian children
There are in fact enough
Such cases
That the story can only but be displaced as
That of all of Australia
And with all the CIA already having of
Unless it happens to become
That what "Queenslander's" have done
Will be legislatively lawfully and Godly proven
To have longer been corrupt
Than my own presence here among
For the real world real life stories
Have some certain way of defining
What it is which the world will believe
So hi to you all thus
This with my wish for your good luck
Monday, June 9, 2008
Who Would Have Thought Best Not Further This Cause
Who Would Have Thought
Who would have thought
My mother and father have fought
To be fallen unto naught
By 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 ma
Desperation to hate thee
Who would have thought
It 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
My father was costing
His own falsifications
Of societies 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 blames of
Her daughter she 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 everybody 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 earned
Are stationed in governmental positions
And hoping beyond hope
To prove 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
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 save me my own children’s Mum
Who would have thought
The victory longer done 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 the same
Uninvolved as they have been
But for the lies between
Who would have thought
Who would have thought
My mother and father have fought
To be fallen unto naught
By 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 ma
Desperation to hate thee
Who would have thought
It 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
My father was costing
His own falsifications
Of societies 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 blames of
Her daughter she 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 everybody 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 earned
Are stationed in governmental positions
And hoping beyond hope
To prove 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
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 save me my own children’s Mum
Who would have thought
The victory longer done 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 the same
Uninvolved as they have been
But for the lies between
Who would have thought
Friday, June 6, 2008
The Crankier Story Never Been Shorter
They Be Ants
If you buy from them
What they stole from me when
A wife prepared to be
Steal only your own
Worst consequentiality
For in me known
Is every and any long grown
Of all death’s facts and figures sown
And by me alone
In my own death known
Will your death be
That I’ll take my own kindly
For to end of the theft you bought from
None need remind me
But as for them
Those who refuse to believe
In any sort of stability
Those without real sensibility
They who are them
Please do join me
In congratulating to remind
Them of what they be
Is plants and birds
Perhaps they trick the word
While the dance of the Ant
And termite their fright
Will they demand of me
Whenever holding my wife key
Thus let them trick me
And in unsettled marriage
Birds will I make of them be
Those nasty mites
Who stole from a flower faery
Yet whose cover story
Be I
And who covers me over
That the cover upon all of
Be how the Ants are defining
Of sanity and insanity
Since Ant definitions upon
The insanity of ages their’s was
Has the worst of all set ups within
That the police fall to doing because
Of the case they are proving
By all their efforts to disprove of
Be the case that whether you win or you lose of
Will prove the real story’s stream serves
Only nobody’s you’ll know of
Who whoever it is
The one wonderful wiz
At defining what reality is
That one who the criminals prefer
To imagine their own nazi type fur
And suck up to the police’s preferred
While police prevent the court’s evidence at law
By stroking the hell holes of politicians before
There ever began reason to fan
The style of whose will ran the man
Might the real evidence we need
Be constantly in feed
By the fact of the court case at all
The truth so covered over
Nobody not true to themselves could discover
That the fear we had to stow was
Nothing you’d know but because
She whose marriage will steel
All our minds to the figuring of what’s real
And the story of time forever thus seal
Might be nobody you know of
The best yet undercover from
Why police attention was
Upon no decoy in me
Yet thus proven the story has she
For to learn and to be
A good mind for the stream
Of transmitting the dream
Need never have been
Lacking intelligence seen
Just willing believe
Let the story flow into its team
Since proven already
By the worthy being lacking in evidence
Is her real worth in the worst of every consequence
Upon all who activate the court case
That the marriage we’ve been
Expected in dreams
And its failure forever
Taken upon my own weather
That she who needed its gather
Thus thankfully now already has married
Therefore those who did
What the real story is
Whether to disprove of
What they fancied not choosing to have
Or wether just because
They like the idea of what it once was
Seem in eternity’s bill
To have rather distilled
Their own thrill
Into condensing the accident
That they did to the moon
Into their own song becoming
The Ant and the Termite’s tune
That is unless
There is someone who’ll save the birds yet
Be what this poem does get
She whose marriage predestined so
Might as well always have known
If you buy from them
What they stole from me when
A wife prepared to be
Steal only your own
Worst consequentiality
For in me known
Is every and any long grown
Of all death’s facts and figures sown
And by me alone
In my own death known
Will your death be
That I’ll take my own kindly
For to end of the theft you bought from
None need remind me
But as for them
Those who refuse to believe
In any sort of stability
Those without real sensibility
They who are them
Please do join me
In congratulating to remind
Them of what they be
Is plants and birds
Perhaps they trick the word
While the dance of the Ant
And termite their fright
Will they demand of me
Whenever holding my wife key
Thus let them trick me
And in unsettled marriage
Birds will I make of them be
Those nasty mites
Who stole from a flower faery
Yet whose cover story
Be I
And who covers me over
That the cover upon all of
Be how the Ants are defining
Of sanity and insanity
Since Ant definitions upon
The insanity of ages their’s was
Has the worst of all set ups within
That the police fall to doing because
Of the case they are proving
By all their efforts to disprove of
Be the case that whether you win or you lose of
Will prove the real story’s stream serves
Only nobody’s you’ll know of
Who whoever it is
The one wonderful wiz
At defining what reality is
That one who the criminals prefer
To imagine their own nazi type fur
And suck up to the police’s preferred
While police prevent the court’s evidence at law
By stroking the hell holes of politicians before
There ever began reason to fan
The style of whose will ran the man
Might the real evidence we need
Be constantly in feed
By the fact of the court case at all
The truth so covered over
Nobody not true to themselves could discover
That the fear we had to stow was
Nothing you’d know but because
She whose marriage will steel
All our minds to the figuring of what’s real
And the story of time forever thus seal
Might be nobody you know of
The best yet undercover from
Why police attention was
Upon no decoy in me
Yet thus proven the story has she
For to learn and to be
A good mind for the stream
Of transmitting the dream
Need never have been
Lacking intelligence seen
Just willing believe
Let the story flow into its team
Since proven already
By the worthy being lacking in evidence
Is her real worth in the worst of every consequence
Upon all who activate the court case
That the marriage we’ve been
Expected in dreams
And its failure forever
Taken upon my own weather
That she who needed its gather
Thus thankfully now already has married
Therefore those who did
What the real story is
Whether to disprove of
What they fancied not choosing to have
Or wether just because
They like the idea of what it once was
Seem in eternity’s bill
To have rather distilled
Their own thrill
Into condensing the accident
That they did to the moon
Into their own song becoming
The Ant and the Termite’s tune
That is unless
There is someone who’ll save the birds yet
Be what this poem does get
She whose marriage predestined so
Might as well always have known
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
BABYLON'S SONG
The Count In Me
Well of course
But the case may be
We’ve always had
Another mechanism than that you see
For in measure of accountability
One without relying upon
How we appear to be
More than is real to belong
And more than you no not wrong
Thus yet
Not even in words be
This reality
Confounded by mistakes upon why
Real accountability
Is as it is no bind
Unable to find
No tear unable to cry
No life left too dry
Will that you my
Way to rely
Upon this count made high
For to fear with its style
Of facing in reputations try
That you might land of by
Having wrongly assumed of
That exact in another was
As reason to accuse and blame of
Being your own behaviour
Only imagined excused upon
Was never no way to escape
The real retribution of fate
Being no less upon
What we’ve all dreamed well and long
With that to the end of
And yet but belong
Be it far from
Real meaning to go wrong
When words and appearance
But minor facts of clearance
Two Bob
Tell me
After I win
What was meant to begin
And which win at trial
Was then when you sang
After a while
Need I
Excavate the style
Of Bob being some uncle
Who’s failed
But smiles
Since for all he has failed
Nobody believes in
His win
This being in
Among and belonging
Of the strongest song running
Might the way of the first
Prove ever no worse
But that he heard of
The win of the forth
Through doors opened kindly
But by none too wisely
When all doors were mine and
Of he whose light shines at
The end of the tunnel
That points us to life when
Our keys are well read
Our locks greased and oiled
And nobody able to spoil
The worth of our toil
This win will be his when
Young Bob proves his bread
With this on his head
Babylon’s Society
It is my sanity to know
Whatever they’ve done was too slow
For faster I am
That what they can
Prevent me from having known
So while ever they have
Defined me lacking savvy
As with a real disability
All they did was a cover song
Within which I thrive strong
While a drug user they’ve called me
Why it’s nothing but their own envy
Of what they truly know really
That my strength defies their certainty
For as strong as I am is that curtain at
And of the prostitute they accused that
Might my behaviour belie the real fact
For they’ll never deny what they did to me
Of forcing me into her story
This but a taste of Babylon’s glory
It’ll all work out without their knowledge
If only I am let live on in poverty
But who are they I refer to that
This poetry is my real fact
Be no other than the most bizarre story
Of Canberra Gurdjieff Society fat
Might it ever be in real glory
Babylon’s own true society
Is in Spencer-Smart’s aftermath ever lonely
And there never was no crime in that
But
Being like
This is a
Set up
(but)
One city
One structure
One wart on the brain
No shame
Money’s game
Of my fame
To the lame
Not whose blame
This tame
One same
Story plain
And any terrain
Firm brained
Sand but
Shell’s fact
Is this that
Glass had
Clay at
But wood re-grows
No loss to those
Whose lives haven’t known
This day way shown
Well of course
But the case may be
We’ve always had
Another mechanism than that you see
For in measure of accountability
One without relying upon
How we appear to be
More than is real to belong
And more than you no not wrong
Thus yet
Not even in words be
This reality
Confounded by mistakes upon why
Real accountability
Is as it is no bind
Unable to find
No tear unable to cry
No life left too dry
Will that you my
Way to rely
Upon this count made high
For to fear with its style
Of facing in reputations try
That you might land of by
Having wrongly assumed of
That exact in another was
As reason to accuse and blame of
Being your own behaviour
Only imagined excused upon
Was never no way to escape
The real retribution of fate
Being no less upon
What we’ve all dreamed well and long
With that to the end of
And yet but belong
Be it far from
Real meaning to go wrong
When words and appearance
But minor facts of clearance
Two Bob
Tell me
After I win
What was meant to begin
And which win at trial
Was then when you sang
After a while
Need I
Excavate the style
Of Bob being some uncle
Who’s failed
But smiles
Since for all he has failed
Nobody believes in
His win
This being in
Among and belonging
Of the strongest song running
Might the way of the first
Prove ever no worse
But that he heard of
The win of the forth
Through doors opened kindly
But by none too wisely
When all doors were mine and
Of he whose light shines at
The end of the tunnel
That points us to life when
Our keys are well read
Our locks greased and oiled
And nobody able to spoil
The worth of our toil
This win will be his when
Young Bob proves his bread
With this on his head
Babylon’s Society
It is my sanity to know
Whatever they’ve done was too slow
For faster I am
That what they can
Prevent me from having known
So while ever they have
Defined me lacking savvy
As with a real disability
All they did was a cover song
Within which I thrive strong
While a drug user they’ve called me
Why it’s nothing but their own envy
Of what they truly know really
That my strength defies their certainty
For as strong as I am is that curtain at
And of the prostitute they accused that
Might my behaviour belie the real fact
For they’ll never deny what they did to me
Of forcing me into her story
This but a taste of Babylon’s glory
It’ll all work out without their knowledge
If only I am let live on in poverty
But who are they I refer to that
This poetry is my real fact
Be no other than the most bizarre story
Of Canberra Gurdjieff Society fat
Might it ever be in real glory
Babylon’s own true society
Is in Spencer-Smart’s aftermath ever lonely
And there never was no crime in that
But
Being like
This is a
Set up
(but)
One city
One structure
One wart on the brain
No shame
Money’s game
Of my fame
To the lame
Not whose blame
This tame
One same
Story plain
And any terrain
Firm brained
Sand but
Shell’s fact
Is this that
Glass had
Clay at
But wood re-grows
No loss to those
Whose lives haven’t known
This day way shown
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Strange Plan Snatch
What a strange mix up
Did the morning dish up
To my wondering pluck
Of salvaging my own luck
Will my mother's love
Be not wasted but
Through yesterday's dream tasted
What a strange story baked
To have my parents between
No moment's reason to see
That God willing be
One strange plan hatched in me
And the inheritance believed
For laws of life will govern
Humanity's every deed
And the snatch is begged back
From whose errors manifested
Its threaded weave
Unravelled by Jesus for eternity
I am that I am and believe
Only who can will need
To hold in the dreams
Of whatever manifests
The solution to be
Terror no less the merrier
In eternity
Is belief be real so bless
That eventually the terror feels less
For the meal reducing best
To nothing more than real
Is yet to be
But by deed
Will love feel
Did the morning dish up
To my wondering pluck
Of salvaging my own luck
Will my mother's love
Be not wasted but
Through yesterday's dream tasted
What a strange story baked
To have my parents between
No moment's reason to see
That God willing be
One strange plan hatched in me
And the inheritance believed
For laws of life will govern
Humanity's every deed
And the snatch is begged back
From whose errors manifested
Its threaded weave
Unravelled by Jesus for eternity
I am that I am and believe
Only who can will need
To hold in the dreams
Of whatever manifests
The solution to be
Terror no less the merrier
In eternity
Is belief be real so bless
That eventually the terror feels less
For the meal reducing best
To nothing more than real
Is yet to be
But by deed
Will love feel
Monday, May 5, 2008
THE FEAR
The Fear
The fear of to have lost
Is what we all will have got
When winning defines living
And death is our loss
Yet what of
When we need learn forgive
And the only lesson to learn is
That possible only when
We give up all we have
Feared to lose of
For if we then
Believe that our fear
Is most of all of
The loss of the source of our love
Then what life ever has been worth
Will cost every loss
Yet when in reality no fear is in
And idea of loss
Of the source of God's loving us
Yet the reality to fear is
The lost of one another we can love
For we hope always well enough
To never need face the loss of
So fear not what death has brought
For who we one day will be when love is lost
Yet fear only that our own loving
May not yet be enough
In providence of real love
To who always will need of us
Proving our worth be of
Love receieved from above
The fear of to have lost
Is what we all will have got
When winning defines living
And death is our loss
Yet what of
When we need learn forgive
And the only lesson to learn is
That possible only when
We give up all we have
Feared to lose of
For if we then
Believe that our fear
Is most of all of
The loss of the source of our love
Then what life ever has been worth
Will cost every loss
Yet when in reality no fear is in
And idea of loss
Of the source of God's loving us
Yet the reality to fear is
The lost of one another we can love
For we hope always well enough
To never need face the loss of
So fear not what death has brought
For who we one day will be when love is lost
Yet fear only that our own loving
May not yet be enough
In providence of real love
To who always will need of us
Proving our worth be of
Love receieved from above
Thursday, May 1, 2008
neither too good nor timely but rhyming
Knew
Who knew
That you
Might not have wanted to do
Or what
It was
That you
In Darra because
The Vietnam Veterans
Took Robbing the hood
Quite literally no consequences
Through being possessed
Of that no victory matched yet
Being neither aligned
To know in true time
That twas their vet
That got
From and of
Siding aligned
With East Asian Buddhists bind
Is how any of that police protection was defined
If only and ever
Not through actual criminals who police you
From among the Queensland police but unto
The saving of those
Veterans who know
Was that its not their own to have sewn
But tiler’s who done their tome
Such it was that they knew
Their own protection had been through
Some old organized crime
Which by East Asian immigration aligns
Into fielding that protection well timed
For sure as eggs can be weighted by the feather
It was never
Veterans in police forces who knew
But that one small time
Charlotte’s mind
Had in her bind
How Vietnamese are too kind
Be it not yours to find
What filth with provides
In the pig bond on high
Neither this by
But knew never why
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Defeated
To admit defeat
Perhaps bleat
Like the sheep
But more alike my
Gum trees is
The vanity to get by
We might
A cure of cancer like
But the cure of
Is the cure for
Whatever after less sure
So don’t ever forget to give
Upon what needed no less
Than the larger work effort
To that your own dresses
Can in truth really muster
For what is no less than
Being your own active
Experience expressed in
How you appear as
Since the debts
Of the world are
In vanity’s reception too near
And cancer’s curtain
The greed we actively participate in
Of depth of vision
Beyond our own best win
So admit defeat
In naught but which is needed
Being the appearance of plenty when
In truth by poverty well lived
Yet for money’s reason
Regard death’s fees in
Sanity’s need to
Sustain clear mind you
For life on earth will continue
With our without
Our own best win
Has ever been Indigenous lived
By kurda kirdungurlu
Well arranged sharing
Is this
Of wooden mind
May the trees become you
So garden well my friend
To live
To admit defeat
Perhaps bleat
Like the sheep
But more alike my
Gum trees is
The vanity to get by
We might
A cure of cancer like
But the cure of
Is the cure for
Whatever after less sure
So don’t ever forget to give
Upon what needed no less
Than the larger work effort
To that your own dresses
Can in truth really muster
For what is no less than
Being your own active
Experience expressed in
How you appear as
Since the debts
Of the world are
In vanity’s reception too near
And cancer’s curtain
The greed we actively participate in
Of depth of vision
Beyond our own best win
So admit defeat
In naught but which is needed
Being the appearance of plenty when
In truth by poverty well lived
Yet for money’s reason
Regard death’s fees in
Sanity’s need to
Sustain clear mind you
For life on earth will continue
With our without
Our own best win
Has ever been Indigenous lived
By kurda kirdungurlu
Well arranged sharing
Is this
Of wooden mind
May the trees become you
So garden well my friend
To live
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Sorry in Kinship
This is a slightly reworked short essay I wrote for an American based yahoogroup which focuses on the theology of evolution. I have been writing recently about why it is that Australian Aboriginal culture sustains an overt teaching for the external self expression, about the human types and archetypes, in which we can learn to know ourself by following the right story.
Most cultures, and indeed most mainstream religious contexts, keep the knowledge of which archetype is each individual’s real story, a secret. It is a secret which each individual needs to find for themself so as to validate it. I am using the word “archetype” here since anthropologists have used that term to delineate the set of essential story lines which are true to every culture.
What does not happen in Aboriginal culture, is for any person to be told exactly which story is their own real perfect archetype. Yet each person is given a name at birth which correlates their whole living situation into the set of sisters or brothers whom also all have the same name, and whom ideally, if every marriage has been made perfectly according to kinship rules and laws, will be the all the same archetype. Most persons belonging within Abrahamic traditions also follow a similar pattern in naming, by which heritage my father gave me the name Rebecca at birth, which is the same in meaning as my Warlbiri name nungarrayi. These names are very close fits to my actual story from my birth place, however the exact story is told in its feminine version, between the chapters of the Torah about Joseph. I know its story best from the male version about Koopoo the Kangaroo, who turns into a Rainbow Serpent, alike to Joseph’s shirt. Rebecca or Rivaq or Rabia are all names which carry the same type of story, but from differing locations in origin.
Sometimes it happens that a person just naturally notices very young what their own story is. In other instances people live their whole life according only to that story which is being socially provided them, if they are not born adjusted into the right archetype because of their parent’s marriage variety. Aboriginal culture(s) is(are) much more restrictive than most cultures in respect of what forms of marriage are enabled. Either it is perfect, or to a person whose archetype belongs to a grandparent's generation. There is no intermarriage of persons of the same archetype ever allowed, and any instances of such are ostracised from culture altogether. I only know of one example of that sort of marriage existing, and it was usually through rare examples of very promiscuous females, and much opposed by other portions of the tribes local to the example in mind, which had been between the Brisbane and Clarence rivers. In fact, in the region in which evidence has arisen that a Jihad was current then in 1788. I know also that within Aboriginal mythology, the story line upon which the life of Kunti, from Mahabarata, is told and enjoyed, had always been one upon which no such marriages of incest could take place. The river flows deep in her story, and among us Australians just as deep as it had for Kunti, but without ever demeaning the human behaviour, and thus all the more enjoyably.
In remote hunter gatherer cultures, the ostracism of persons of the same archetype whom engage in intimate relations, basically amounts to the individuals concerned being abandoned to die in one another's company, without any other persons to blame for their own behaviour. Other rules in place governing relations between men and women of the same skeletal archetype, include a need which is instructed to all children, that in one another’s company there is to be no sexual references whatsoever, and if that happens, it must be held as the female’s responsibility.
In some tribes, but not all, marriage between a son-in-law and mother-in-law, or between the archetypes in which that relationship ideally occurs, is also forbidden and carries a death penalty. Sort of like a mercy killing, but that is among the communities who rely on the desert environment, while where there is more water, that form of social relationship is recognised, but always recognised as rape. A mother-in-law and son-in-law may live even closely bound, but must never engage in any direct recognition of one another. Where there is recognition, it is said to be the cause of why platypus manifest in nature.
The severity of social sanctions for marital relations and all intimate relations, is the necessary accompaniment to enabling that even children are able to form open mental associations with the stories of ancestors (like cult and/or lodge stories as Native American cultures defines such) in which their own life is taking shape.
There is one other aspect of our indigenous culture which enables this. It is that all our lodges, or patrilineal clans, as well as the matrilineal kinship name given at birth which is more akin to a cult identification, have animal totems, and in the ancestral and religious traditions, it is believed that even the most honourable figures and holiest men, manifested a transformation into an animal form. The basic belief is that if even one person in any community, enacts even one criminal behaviour, then that act effects the possibilities of the future for every other person in that community, and so every person accepts some small portion of the culpability, equitable with the extent to which they could not help but notice the consequences of crime.
What eventually socially manifests is a conscious conviction of belief that every one among us is wrong to be letting any criminal get away with crime. There is no viable method of sustaining a healthy culture without causing it to be isolated fully from every other culture, which is perhaps why Australia is as it is, in that our culture was socially isolated from the rest of the planet for many thousands of years, even giving rise to a whole array of new species. The arising of marsupials and eucalypts is believed to have been caused by the fact of the best and most innocent Souls coming to rest within the form of flora and fauna. In fact, our native flora and fauna is unique in its capacity to live in extremely arid regions, and particularly with a high level of salt in the subterranean water table. Also the eucalyptus family is very neatly discriminatory as to which plant typically corresponds to which archetype of human association.
Earlier this week the new Labor party prime minister made an apology for the past government policies existing between 1901 and 1967, in which all children known to be of the Aboriginal race were made wards of the state.
It is about time. Many of those whom were removed from their mothers are among the best and brightest of the Australian intelligentsia, and many other of the most intelligent among Australians are of mixed racial blood and have grown up in families who feigned having no Aboriginal ancestry in order to protect our children. Notably also the British sent here the best adept of their convicts, yet thus it is that our indigenous culture has predominantly been able to relate to the invading culture through the criminal world, since I can not say the same for the figures of authority whom were also sent to Australia. Perhaps it is fortuitous for the British that they invaded a country in which our Animist belief is so very inculcated into the pattern of detecting and exposing criminality.
In these days around the Prime Minister providing an active statement, or declaration, of apology, in saying sorry, it seems appropriate to be attending also to the fact that the Australian constitution still awards the land the status of having been Terra Nullius in 1788. That legally defines Australian territory as having had no human inhabitants prior to 1788. In 1988 prior ownership of Australian territory was however acknowledged. Does this mean that Aboriginal Australians today are still not being awarded basic human rights? The answer in general is yes, and that also that status is embodied in the nuances of various aspects of contemporary and recently formed legislation.
I can personally attest to this fact, since I have never experienced in all my life the level of dehumanisation as has happened to me since I first identified myself publicly with the Aboriginal Ancestors of many white Australians like me.
What the statement of sorry is all about, needs to be regarded as an apology for having branded our Animist faith as tantamount to being unable to provide safety within which children can grown up into a human outlook upon their adulthood.
Our culture is such that we can not really fault anybody for blaming us for having our animal identifications, we can merely assert that not every animist type identification is caused by criminal behaviour, and so it is overtly wrong to perpetrate the psychological abuse of projecting upon us any imaginative concepts of what sort of behaviour has caused us to identify with the fauna and flora, or even the geology. That we are an honest and hardworking culture, race, and ethnicity, by nature, is proven in the strength of many aspects of today's modern Australian culture, and the worth of our scientists and our environmentalists, our school teachers and nurses, and our family and social stability patterns generally.
The contemporary situation in respect of the intervention into remote Indigenous-and-Aboriginal communities sadly had the potential to aggravate delusions about why it is that our culture(s) sustains patterns of self identification with the natural environment. We who are Aboriginal Australians, must respect the National apology for the theft of children to be also an apology in respect of cultural alienation, and therefore also be what needed to happen to redress the problem of wrong notions about why our identifications with the natural world exist. For persons whom are not Aboriginal, the best way to regard our belief, is to associate all our non-human identifications, with the processes by which diseased mental patterns are exorcised out of the human mind, and into the natural world. Our culture is resplendent with long held belief, taught in that portion of our older mythology which is compatible with Islam, that a person can turn into a tree and birds and then from that form then become turned into a star. That language is euphemism for entering Jannah, after having first accepted the process of full exorcism of the Soul.
Today I want to say thankyou to every person anywhere whom has joined with any of the prayers around the world which are enabling of this statement of sorry from the Prime Minister of Australia. That thankyou extends also to enabling all individuals whose lives have been immediately detrimentally effected by Australian Government policies in respect of the removal of Aboriginal children from family safety and integrity, to be included among those whom experience the benefit of the apology. Most indigenous Australians are far too put upon to have been able to realise how much prayer and effort from other communities has contributed to obtaining the apology from the Labor government. Thanks in particular to all those believers in One God whom never lost sight of the fact that our culture sustains possibilities of belief in One God, even when the god-head type cults are being brandished more assertively. Initiated men know the difference, and our initiation traditions, where held in full strength and truth, defy anybody to assert that One God might not be the cause of all and every manifestation of reality. Yet in this modern world, the way of our men had been silenced. It is my sincere prayer for sustaining all life in Allah that our men will become enabled once again to fulfil with dignity the real destiny of our culture, Inshallah with grace.
Within that thanks, I want to add for the American context, a specially felt thanks to all those whom have taken up the ropes of finding the way through science to begin to have amassed the scientific data within which using Kinship regulation by name, as a basis for culture, will one day be proven. Particularly in the fields of immuno-genetics and cognative neuorolgy, and in the hope and faith that one day those efforts will be combined, and be able to provide scientific backing for what is essentially a strong surviving cultural embodiment of forgiveness, in which Jesus example is never lost.
Thanks also to every person whose suffering, at times on the behalf of indigenous Australians, was consciously lead by prayer for a positive future for all humanity.
At this time I am working towards using the space opening among policy makers, through the election victory to the ALP, to highlight the modern issues in which cultural alienation continues despite the policies of government having improved.
First I must pay due note to the fact that the message stick which was handed to Kevin Rudd by the granddaughters of Matilda House-Williams, is a real sign, and now cohabits the corridors of power along with the rod by which the politicians are sworn in, and the sceptre which enables the speaker of the house of parliament. Those implements bear direct reference to various religious symbolism, but are also real absolute objective signs in Allah. A stick signifies two, as a measure. So now, alongside a blackened two, and a golden two, there is a wooden two through which Indigenous Australians are welcoming the politicians to engage in their political processes on our land. The weight of the responsibility for that fact, need be recognised and accepted by many many more persons than only the House and Williams families. Clearly two young girls did not do the deed by which our political and parliamentary processes are being guided into the domain of Aboriginal ownership and responsibility. Already the majority of Aborigines are experiencing a qualitative difference in self respect and social regard as a direct effect of the whole set of ceremonies which have taken place. Those ceremonies include Corroborees made in 1988, including for the opening of Parliament House, and engaging meaning through all the Aboriginal Art which is a part of the building. The hill which was removed to built the house had been a sacred site which sits on the Dreamline (songline or leyline) that Uluru also is at. Therefore the significance of any action through the houses of federal parliament here in Australia, will always now be effecting the whole Aboriginal community, as our prayers will be actively contributing to parliamentary processes.
Can I welcome believers in One God and the Prophets, from any faith, to participate with us in these events, only as you are yourselves guided to through your own prayers.
My own immediate contributions are in respect of the evidence to my witness that ritualised abuse, of the sort known about by therapists in America, to have been causal to multiple-personality-disorders, is being conducted systematically to every inmate of many Australian prisons. Clearly this is an issue for the whole Australian community, which I am sure that Dr Muhamad Haneef and those Muslims arrested under the anti-terrorist legislation, will all be able to testify to in time. The Aboriginal community is inclusive of many men whom have borne the brunt of that abuse to how the mind comprehends the world. Subhanallah a way will open to prevent the abuse to our culture and thereby also opening the cultural perception of how we will find ourselves again in reality. I can not personally, and socially, emphasis enough how tremendously important Kinship regulation is to our culture. So important that the assault upon our communities has been experienced as an active attempt to degrade our culture by preventing our Kinship. But this week the victory of “true law” is manifest.
Alaykumuassalamu waramathullahi wabarakathuhu
Most cultures, and indeed most mainstream religious contexts, keep the knowledge of which archetype is each individual’s real story, a secret. It is a secret which each individual needs to find for themself so as to validate it. I am using the word “archetype” here since anthropologists have used that term to delineate the set of essential story lines which are true to every culture.
What does not happen in Aboriginal culture, is for any person to be told exactly which story is their own real perfect archetype. Yet each person is given a name at birth which correlates their whole living situation into the set of sisters or brothers whom also all have the same name, and whom ideally, if every marriage has been made perfectly according to kinship rules and laws, will be the all the same archetype. Most persons belonging within Abrahamic traditions also follow a similar pattern in naming, by which heritage my father gave me the name Rebecca at birth, which is the same in meaning as my Warlbiri name nungarrayi. These names are very close fits to my actual story from my birth place, however the exact story is told in its feminine version, between the chapters of the Torah about Joseph. I know its story best from the male version about Koopoo the Kangaroo, who turns into a Rainbow Serpent, alike to Joseph’s shirt. Rebecca or Rivaq or Rabia are all names which carry the same type of story, but from differing locations in origin.
Sometimes it happens that a person just naturally notices very young what their own story is. In other instances people live their whole life according only to that story which is being socially provided them, if they are not born adjusted into the right archetype because of their parent’s marriage variety. Aboriginal culture(s) is(are) much more restrictive than most cultures in respect of what forms of marriage are enabled. Either it is perfect, or to a person whose archetype belongs to a grandparent's generation. There is no intermarriage of persons of the same archetype ever allowed, and any instances of such are ostracised from culture altogether. I only know of one example of that sort of marriage existing, and it was usually through rare examples of very promiscuous females, and much opposed by other portions of the tribes local to the example in mind, which had been between the Brisbane and Clarence rivers. In fact, in the region in which evidence has arisen that a Jihad was current then in 1788. I know also that within Aboriginal mythology, the story line upon which the life of Kunti, from Mahabarata, is told and enjoyed, had always been one upon which no such marriages of incest could take place. The river flows deep in her story, and among us Australians just as deep as it had for Kunti, but without ever demeaning the human behaviour, and thus all the more enjoyably.
In remote hunter gatherer cultures, the ostracism of persons of the same archetype whom engage in intimate relations, basically amounts to the individuals concerned being abandoned to die in one another's company, without any other persons to blame for their own behaviour. Other rules in place governing relations between men and women of the same skeletal archetype, include a need which is instructed to all children, that in one another’s company there is to be no sexual references whatsoever, and if that happens, it must be held as the female’s responsibility.
In some tribes, but not all, marriage between a son-in-law and mother-in-law, or between the archetypes in which that relationship ideally occurs, is also forbidden and carries a death penalty. Sort of like a mercy killing, but that is among the communities who rely on the desert environment, while where there is more water, that form of social relationship is recognised, but always recognised as rape. A mother-in-law and son-in-law may live even closely bound, but must never engage in any direct recognition of one another. Where there is recognition, it is said to be the cause of why platypus manifest in nature.
The severity of social sanctions for marital relations and all intimate relations, is the necessary accompaniment to enabling that even children are able to form open mental associations with the stories of ancestors (like cult and/or lodge stories as Native American cultures defines such) in which their own life is taking shape.
There is one other aspect of our indigenous culture which enables this. It is that all our lodges, or patrilineal clans, as well as the matrilineal kinship name given at birth which is more akin to a cult identification, have animal totems, and in the ancestral and religious traditions, it is believed that even the most honourable figures and holiest men, manifested a transformation into an animal form. The basic belief is that if even one person in any community, enacts even one criminal behaviour, then that act effects the possibilities of the future for every other person in that community, and so every person accepts some small portion of the culpability, equitable with the extent to which they could not help but notice the consequences of crime.
What eventually socially manifests is a conscious conviction of belief that every one among us is wrong to be letting any criminal get away with crime. There is no viable method of sustaining a healthy culture without causing it to be isolated fully from every other culture, which is perhaps why Australia is as it is, in that our culture was socially isolated from the rest of the planet for many thousands of years, even giving rise to a whole array of new species. The arising of marsupials and eucalypts is believed to have been caused by the fact of the best and most innocent Souls coming to rest within the form of flora and fauna. In fact, our native flora and fauna is unique in its capacity to live in extremely arid regions, and particularly with a high level of salt in the subterranean water table. Also the eucalyptus family is very neatly discriminatory as to which plant typically corresponds to which archetype of human association.
Earlier this week the new Labor party prime minister made an apology for the past government policies existing between 1901 and 1967, in which all children known to be of the Aboriginal race were made wards of the state.
It is about time. Many of those whom were removed from their mothers are among the best and brightest of the Australian intelligentsia, and many other of the most intelligent among Australians are of mixed racial blood and have grown up in families who feigned having no Aboriginal ancestry in order to protect our children. Notably also the British sent here the best adept of their convicts, yet thus it is that our indigenous culture has predominantly been able to relate to the invading culture through the criminal world, since I can not say the same for the figures of authority whom were also sent to Australia. Perhaps it is fortuitous for the British that they invaded a country in which our Animist belief is so very inculcated into the pattern of detecting and exposing criminality.
In these days around the Prime Minister providing an active statement, or declaration, of apology, in saying sorry, it seems appropriate to be attending also to the fact that the Australian constitution still awards the land the status of having been Terra Nullius in 1788. That legally defines Australian territory as having had no human inhabitants prior to 1788. In 1988 prior ownership of Australian territory was however acknowledged. Does this mean that Aboriginal Australians today are still not being awarded basic human rights? The answer in general is yes, and that also that status is embodied in the nuances of various aspects of contemporary and recently formed legislation.
I can personally attest to this fact, since I have never experienced in all my life the level of dehumanisation as has happened to me since I first identified myself publicly with the Aboriginal Ancestors of many white Australians like me.
What the statement of sorry is all about, needs to be regarded as an apology for having branded our Animist faith as tantamount to being unable to provide safety within which children can grown up into a human outlook upon their adulthood.
Our culture is such that we can not really fault anybody for blaming us for having our animal identifications, we can merely assert that not every animist type identification is caused by criminal behaviour, and so it is overtly wrong to perpetrate the psychological abuse of projecting upon us any imaginative concepts of what sort of behaviour has caused us to identify with the fauna and flora, or even the geology. That we are an honest and hardworking culture, race, and ethnicity, by nature, is proven in the strength of many aspects of today's modern Australian culture, and the worth of our scientists and our environmentalists, our school teachers and nurses, and our family and social stability patterns generally.
The contemporary situation in respect of the intervention into remote Indigenous-and-Aboriginal communities sadly had the potential to aggravate delusions about why it is that our culture(s) sustains patterns of self identification with the natural environment. We who are Aboriginal Australians, must respect the National apology for the theft of children to be also an apology in respect of cultural alienation, and therefore also be what needed to happen to redress the problem of wrong notions about why our identifications with the natural world exist. For persons whom are not Aboriginal, the best way to regard our belief, is to associate all our non-human identifications, with the processes by which diseased mental patterns are exorcised out of the human mind, and into the natural world. Our culture is resplendent with long held belief, taught in that portion of our older mythology which is compatible with Islam, that a person can turn into a tree and birds and then from that form then become turned into a star. That language is euphemism for entering Jannah, after having first accepted the process of full exorcism of the Soul.
Today I want to say thankyou to every person anywhere whom has joined with any of the prayers around the world which are enabling of this statement of sorry from the Prime Minister of Australia. That thankyou extends also to enabling all individuals whose lives have been immediately detrimentally effected by Australian Government policies in respect of the removal of Aboriginal children from family safety and integrity, to be included among those whom experience the benefit of the apology. Most indigenous Australians are far too put upon to have been able to realise how much prayer and effort from other communities has contributed to obtaining the apology from the Labor government. Thanks in particular to all those believers in One God whom never lost sight of the fact that our culture sustains possibilities of belief in One God, even when the god-head type cults are being brandished more assertively. Initiated men know the difference, and our initiation traditions, where held in full strength and truth, defy anybody to assert that One God might not be the cause of all and every manifestation of reality. Yet in this modern world, the way of our men had been silenced. It is my sincere prayer for sustaining all life in Allah that our men will become enabled once again to fulfil with dignity the real destiny of our culture, Inshallah with grace.
Within that thanks, I want to add for the American context, a specially felt thanks to all those whom have taken up the ropes of finding the way through science to begin to have amassed the scientific data within which using Kinship regulation by name, as a basis for culture, will one day be proven. Particularly in the fields of immuno-genetics and cognative neuorolgy, and in the hope and faith that one day those efforts will be combined, and be able to provide scientific backing for what is essentially a strong surviving cultural embodiment of forgiveness, in which Jesus example is never lost.
Thanks also to every person whose suffering, at times on the behalf of indigenous Australians, was consciously lead by prayer for a positive future for all humanity.
At this time I am working towards using the space opening among policy makers, through the election victory to the ALP, to highlight the modern issues in which cultural alienation continues despite the policies of government having improved.
First I must pay due note to the fact that the message stick which was handed to Kevin Rudd by the granddaughters of Matilda House-Williams, is a real sign, and now cohabits the corridors of power along with the rod by which the politicians are sworn in, and the sceptre which enables the speaker of the house of parliament. Those implements bear direct reference to various religious symbolism, but are also real absolute objective signs in Allah. A stick signifies two, as a measure. So now, alongside a blackened two, and a golden two, there is a wooden two through which Indigenous Australians are welcoming the politicians to engage in their political processes on our land. The weight of the responsibility for that fact, need be recognised and accepted by many many more persons than only the House and Williams families. Clearly two young girls did not do the deed by which our political and parliamentary processes are being guided into the domain of Aboriginal ownership and responsibility. Already the majority of Aborigines are experiencing a qualitative difference in self respect and social regard as a direct effect of the whole set of ceremonies which have taken place. Those ceremonies include Corroborees made in 1988, including for the opening of Parliament House, and engaging meaning through all the Aboriginal Art which is a part of the building. The hill which was removed to built the house had been a sacred site which sits on the Dreamline (songline or leyline) that Uluru also is at. Therefore the significance of any action through the houses of federal parliament here in Australia, will always now be effecting the whole Aboriginal community, as our prayers will be actively contributing to parliamentary processes.
Can I welcome believers in One God and the Prophets, from any faith, to participate with us in these events, only as you are yourselves guided to through your own prayers.
My own immediate contributions are in respect of the evidence to my witness that ritualised abuse, of the sort known about by therapists in America, to have been causal to multiple-personality-disorders, is being conducted systematically to every inmate of many Australian prisons. Clearly this is an issue for the whole Australian community, which I am sure that Dr Muhamad Haneef and those Muslims arrested under the anti-terrorist legislation, will all be able to testify to in time. The Aboriginal community is inclusive of many men whom have borne the brunt of that abuse to how the mind comprehends the world. Subhanallah a way will open to prevent the abuse to our culture and thereby also opening the cultural perception of how we will find ourselves again in reality. I can not personally, and socially, emphasis enough how tremendously important Kinship regulation is to our culture. So important that the assault upon our communities has been experienced as an active attempt to degrade our culture by preventing our Kinship. But this week the victory of “true law” is manifest.
Alaykumuassalamu waramathullahi wabarakathuhu
Thursday, January 24, 2008
The Game
In the game of games
They stole to their shame
From children they'd no hope of to tame
Rules of evaluative assessments
Of what we perceive upon
The water falling long
And thus the metal
Of deliverance
Within that God bless us of
Is this the debt of
Those whom access
Religious method
Owing to who believe best the count upon
They stole to their shame
From children they'd no hope of to tame
Rules of evaluative assessments
Of what we perceive upon
The water falling long
And thus the metal
Of deliverance
Within that God bless us of
Is this the debt of
Those whom access
Religious method
Owing to who believe best the count upon
To the Visiting of Britain: and that of their genetics in you
Not to put
Too fine a point
On this matter
Of who God anoint
Putting a lid on it
Might once have caused
A lid against
What prayer provide of
Yet only of our self
The identity of
Being forgiven by God
Since the real condition
Ever singular was
A single error
In a lid upon matter
Of whom stole what
Which was
Made to brand
Whom the theives gave of
Yet whom became cleared of guilt because
The branding moved negativey
Back upon
Those to whom the original
Theft did belong
Which was of
Light for the night
Symbol's of right
And a wife
Permanently bound upon
Theft of land
The precursor of
That the thieves who
Gave Australia to you
Might thus learn of
This being how
The British Isles were first stolen from thou
Salvation made thus but how
Might this apply to no legislative intervention now
Since its action
Build upon the faction
Sustaining true believe in
Reality ever found
Too fine a point
On this matter
Of who God anoint
Putting a lid on it
Might once have caused
A lid against
What prayer provide of
Yet only of our self
The identity of
Being forgiven by God
Since the real condition
Ever singular was
A single error
In a lid upon matter
Of whom stole what
Which was
Made to brand
Whom the theives gave of
Yet whom became cleared of guilt because
The branding moved negativey
Back upon
Those to whom the original
Theft did belong
Which was of
Light for the night
Symbol's of right
And a wife
Permanently bound upon
Theft of land
The precursor of
That the thieves who
Gave Australia to you
Might thus learn of
This being how
The British Isles were first stolen from thou
Salvation made thus but how
Might this apply to no legislative intervention now
Since its action
Build upon the faction
Sustaining true believe in
Reality ever found
Far Gone
Far gone
Not wrong
In with
What is
That song
My wrong
Invasion key upon
Tricked you
Into
Ripping on
What was yours all along
Prevent us
Needing take at
Invaders branding at
Why blaming which mothers
Undermines the real facts
Of who owes who at
Evidenced in full yet we sat
Since there is that
White mother
Black politics set into the trap
Upon whose case
Compensation from the commonwealth rides at
When not at
Her failure
In the family court that
To date but
That not yet
Has the court heard her
Through four and a half years of white racist solicitor's laughter
Because of administrative error
The courts were three years delayed
Before registering accept
Yet imagined get away with
By defining Aboriginal believe as
Insanity
Thus the debt
Find will for
Through her case to correct
Not wrong
In with
What is
That song
My wrong
Invasion key upon
Tricked you
Into
Ripping on
What was yours all along
Prevent us
Needing take at
Invaders branding at
Why blaming which mothers
Undermines the real facts
Of who owes who at
Evidenced in full yet we sat
Since there is that
White mother
Black politics set into the trap
Upon whose case
Compensation from the commonwealth rides at
When not at
Her failure
In the family court that
To date but
That not yet
Has the court heard her
Through four and a half years of white racist solicitor's laughter
Because of administrative error
The courts were three years delayed
Before registering accept
Yet imagined get away with
By defining Aboriginal believe as
Insanity
Thus the debt
Find will for
Through her case to correct
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Just Skip on over this (unedited) poem if its too much
What wrong did death is
Wondering upon
Why death has the song
What we can notice is
That death has been traded
As if
A commodity manifests of
The health in our body
Thus
Might we not
Realise we have got
A need for
The better
Method
Therefore and thereby
Well and long before I
Ever realised and questioned
What death is
And how its considerations
With hell are connected
There were people who
Wondered upon what to do
When already their body
Seemed up to its limit
With certainties in death
That nobody will forgive it
Thus that death has no longer
Seeming any reason
To avoid of
Since
The maximum limit
Has been reached but
Still the body lingers on living
And so they surmised
Between you and I
That they had some majical method
At their disposal
For avoiding that death is
The inevitable consequence
Of behaviour that is
Sinful yet
Of course
No such method exists
And over the limit
All that happens is
The body then decomposed
That it can hold no spirit
Manifests
The Spirit
If still with more sins
Clocked up against it
Needing being paid for to win it
The real story of what renewed life is
Thus has to exist
For a while
Within what is
Equally deathly
To the dead human body
That being known through baceria-ology
For of the human body
A few weeks might
Be the limit
Depending of course
Upon diet
Attitude
And nursing care requirement
These facts that ensure we
Human being lives
Cannot but fail to
Fear death even when we deny it
Yet then to fear also
Has religious method found
That after the body is no longer inhabitable
Even if after the most lengthy and painful
Of deaths
That experience could continue
Right down in the soil
Or carried by air
Through bacteria
The spirit reside
And might find some fayre
And of this experience is it
Already have there been children
Who dream of this
With open minds to
Its past certainty
The consequence of what we do
That conceiving the inevitable future
Of an Armageddon
Had no curtain
Yet that children worked for
Its peaceful protection
Of childhood’s yet therein
For after all
Is in not what is just and be sure
In the minds of modern science
That once dead
The body might
Decompose
And its particles of matter
Form into other types of life
If not in fact fossilise
Which is all that hell is
No more or less
Than this
I can here describe
Within dreams of remembering
And it was a fright
But alright
So why people might blame us
For accepting the status
Of being certain that in hell
We rot in the same well
Is awfully religious
In its way of informing us
Of no more than that
We still needed to have sin at
So as to have caused of
The end of these bodies long
Existance in human form
Thus ending
Simply because we
Have not yet given up on
Sinning
That such
Might we believe
All too readily
In those whom are accepting
That hell is the story
Of their own finality
That they might just have been
Rather too far terrible
In their own life style
Since they might be even past time
In the account of
How long the body can suffer while dying
Since hell’s bell tolls thus for such
But
This is the thing of
What many had not yet noticed
If
I can
The Aborigine I am
Decide by will
To become my living cells
Into the form of an animal
That is after
My self
Of human failings
Dies
Yet without needing to pay of an animal life
Only so as to be reborn in renewed Human cells
And that life in the animal
Will neither be since I’ve failed
To pay of the necessity
Awarded to be paid to death
But
Rather believe of fact
As an Aborigine
I can simply decide that
My own body will
Find life by
Avoiding the accidents of society
Initiating itself
Into believing
That after living a human life
The cells of who I am
Through an animal will re-manifest
Thus one day
Even lucky enough
To perhaps find their way
Back into another human form again
Except of course
With better predisposition to health
That since the animals don’t sin
Perhaps I’ve been happier that way
Once certain of the form
I am needing to be in
So as to remind me of what exists
Which is in life to stay
And to condition my mental shape
Into defining only that life giving
As my own fate
So thus we Aborigine
Tend to perform
The mental exertion
Of accepting such
As animal vegetable and mineral self
As the method by which
We might just
Be reducing the total
Quantity of death
In the human body
To endure
Perhaps by an opposing sort of effect
With the similarity of cause
Curing its own self of
Desire in human form
To behave alike to
The animal
The plant
Or the rock
Since it sins
We remember as
Not having liked of
That we find motivation for
Preventing sinning in Human form
Now
That all being told of
Might here we know of
It just happens to be the cause
Of this poem now known
To inform the readers of
The fact in which
There are those of us
Who accept
The embodiment
Of death’s experience
Within microbes
And bacteria
And still blessed
But never by
Having used up of
All the rest
Of the length of
How long is death
Of this human body
But simply
To find out how
To avoid it
The body’s death
Might we have had to
Experience
The Dreams of
A
Small
Single cell
Creature
Pest
In life
Alike
But not that same of
Our own death
For simply through forgiving
Those who wish our lives unwell
And want for us to die to their tune
And not the death of our own kind
Of behaviour known
Thus is this a strange sort of hell
Ever without
Having needed to have
Clocked up against
The records of which
Will be our own experience
In death
That is
Unless
We overly accept such as is hell
Without cause for the shell
Of its true dreams our forgiving self
To prevent of those who
Only want for more sinning through
For to thus overly accept
Is naught which but more and more death
But as for what did of
That death is
Why
By accident
Am I shy
To tell you in this
Wondering upon
Why death has the song
What we can notice is
That death has been traded
As if
A commodity manifests of
The health in our body
Thus
Might we not
Realise we have got
A need for
The better
Method
Therefore and thereby
Well and long before I
Ever realised and questioned
What death is
And how its considerations
With hell are connected
There were people who
Wondered upon what to do
When already their body
Seemed up to its limit
With certainties in death
That nobody will forgive it
Thus that death has no longer
Seeming any reason
To avoid of
Since
The maximum limit
Has been reached but
Still the body lingers on living
And so they surmised
Between you and I
That they had some majical method
At their disposal
For avoiding that death is
The inevitable consequence
Of behaviour that is
Sinful yet
Of course
No such method exists
And over the limit
All that happens is
The body then decomposed
That it can hold no spirit
Manifests
The Spirit
If still with more sins
Clocked up against it
Needing being paid for to win it
The real story of what renewed life is
Thus has to exist
For a while
Within what is
Equally deathly
To the dead human body
That being known through baceria-ology
For of the human body
A few weeks might
Be the limit
Depending of course
Upon diet
Attitude
And nursing care requirement
These facts that ensure we
Human being lives
Cannot but fail to
Fear death even when we deny it
Yet then to fear also
Has religious method found
That after the body is no longer inhabitable
Even if after the most lengthy and painful
Of deaths
That experience could continue
Right down in the soil
Or carried by air
Through bacteria
The spirit reside
And might find some fayre
And of this experience is it
Already have there been children
Who dream of this
With open minds to
Its past certainty
The consequence of what we do
That conceiving the inevitable future
Of an Armageddon
Had no curtain
Yet that children worked for
Its peaceful protection
Of childhood’s yet therein
For after all
Is in not what is just and be sure
In the minds of modern science
That once dead
The body might
Decompose
And its particles of matter
Form into other types of life
If not in fact fossilise
Which is all that hell is
No more or less
Than this
I can here describe
Within dreams of remembering
And it was a fright
But alright
So why people might blame us
For accepting the status
Of being certain that in hell
We rot in the same well
Is awfully religious
In its way of informing us
Of no more than that
We still needed to have sin at
So as to have caused of
The end of these bodies long
Existance in human form
Thus ending
Simply because we
Have not yet given up on
Sinning
That such
Might we believe
All too readily
In those whom are accepting
That hell is the story
Of their own finality
That they might just have been
Rather too far terrible
In their own life style
Since they might be even past time
In the account of
How long the body can suffer while dying
Since hell’s bell tolls thus for such
But
This is the thing of
What many had not yet noticed
If
I can
The Aborigine I am
Decide by will
To become my living cells
Into the form of an animal
That is after
My self
Of human failings
Dies
Yet without needing to pay of an animal life
Only so as to be reborn in renewed Human cells
And that life in the animal
Will neither be since I’ve failed
To pay of the necessity
Awarded to be paid to death
But
Rather believe of fact
As an Aborigine
I can simply decide that
My own body will
Find life by
Avoiding the accidents of society
Initiating itself
Into believing
That after living a human life
The cells of who I am
Through an animal will re-manifest
Thus one day
Even lucky enough
To perhaps find their way
Back into another human form again
Except of course
With better predisposition to health
That since the animals don’t sin
Perhaps I’ve been happier that way
Once certain of the form
I am needing to be in
So as to remind me of what exists
Which is in life to stay
And to condition my mental shape
Into defining only that life giving
As my own fate
So thus we Aborigine
Tend to perform
The mental exertion
Of accepting such
As animal vegetable and mineral self
As the method by which
We might just
Be reducing the total
Quantity of death
In the human body
To endure
Perhaps by an opposing sort of effect
With the similarity of cause
Curing its own self of
Desire in human form
To behave alike to
The animal
The plant
Or the rock
Since it sins
We remember as
Not having liked of
That we find motivation for
Preventing sinning in Human form
Now
That all being told of
Might here we know of
It just happens to be the cause
Of this poem now known
To inform the readers of
The fact in which
There are those of us
Who accept
The embodiment
Of death’s experience
Within microbes
And bacteria
And still blessed
But never by
Having used up of
All the rest
Of the length of
How long is death
Of this human body
But simply
To find out how
To avoid it
The body’s death
Might we have had to
Experience
The Dreams of
A
Small
Single cell
Creature
Pest
In life
Alike
But not that same of
Our own death
For simply through forgiving
Those who wish our lives unwell
And want for us to die to their tune
And not the death of our own kind
Of behaviour known
Thus is this a strange sort of hell
Ever without
Having needed to have
Clocked up against
The records of which
Will be our own experience
In death
That is
Unless
We overly accept such as is hell
Without cause for the shell
Of its true dreams our forgiving self
To prevent of those who
Only want for more sinning through
For to thus overly accept
Is naught which but more and more death
But as for what did of
That death is
Why
By accident
Am I shy
To tell you in this
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