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

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

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

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