The Looty Dude of Food

Food is a looty dude
And too much so rude
But of its mindful lewd
Excesses so true
Don't let drugs fool you
For medicines over consumed
Became drugs to you
When confused with food
And food's the loot
With which some dudes
Imagined control of
Your thought through


. . . . two years since my last post here, surely I could come up with better loot in all that time, but nah, I had to have been wasting away in Facebook, at the mercy of so many faces here in my own country using the Facebook software, who stand a chance at least of one day meeting me . . . . oh yeah, and there is this here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/matildaswalzingem . . . spotlighting writing between Easter 2010 and tonight.

Not

Not very upsettable
Not likely regrettable
Too slightly forgettable
No bones this pen not able
To take back down off the table


Whatever
Whatever it was
I had done
That you knew of
Will not
Be no fun
For what
Ever it was
Is nothing but
Not of my own
To have and alone
But will be by anyone done
In every cent and for everyone
For what’s done had a throne
But
Not one man was brave enough
To sit upon it alone
Thus not one could make me
And my deeds his to own
Thus such as I am
I have this my bone
That what I have done
While I am yet without husband
And by parents disowned
Born to the wrong clan yet known
Is for everyone to own
Incorporated and private
Propriety protected and quite
Yet unable prevent
That every cent
Upon it got bent
Is the fate of this girl
Not uncertain at all
Yet best left unfurled
For what I have done is
Not my own to have won
But of every and any one
Ever perceived this my bone
That I have done it
So far alone
Knowing why money can
Carry on being somewhat golden
Is knowledge of my witness this tone
And the deeds which necessitated
What money can facilitate
Mine alone and owned
Upon humility’s throne


The Accusation’s Pause

When being accused of
What had no excuses
But was neither preventative
Of what needed no excusing
Just plain and of factual
Life long diffusing
Of the extraordinarily signs in
Which no while in time was
Anybody else’s to abide
Since every man slept while
As for I staying awake
Through those moments of unaccounted fate
Have learned the whole story
And how well it forms good
By no man yet who could
Mind true my mistake
Neither woman nor policeman
Nor any number of God’s children
But just my myself I did
What proves false the excuses
Upon all the currencies
Of accounting through money
Will forever always one day be
That in Revelations my key
For when blaming me with
What my own role in is
While blaming me for
Also what acts I have not of
But which might have
Prevented
Revelations from
Satisfying
The every need in any
Body to have been
Blaming of
The future whose game
Was of
Militarily lamed
Squadrons untamed
And no love with when blame
Upon no Saintly names
Is that no fire ant eating shame
Can the future be upon
Blamed


Populous Elephant
Populous elephant never spent
And yet their money
Upon what it went
Might we best
Pay well all rent
Since their story
Has ever been
Far too many ways bent
That remembering everything
Will we learn well to sing
That the story we are in
Was not such as has been
Imagined our minds within
But another of forever
One day to begin
Is life without sin


Unless Perhaps

And yet
Perhaps
Just one
Or two
Fellows did do
This pen with I am true
And in heaven sent shoes
Bare footed who knew
This body’s way through
Will one day my whole story too


I Saw

I saw them all fall
Into the set up
That all set ups were for
They fell one and all
And I saw

And we fell
Together with me as well
For what I saw could I tell
We’ve all long before
Already fallen but what for

And but to who will I tell
For of everything unwell
This of all the hardest to tell
But necessary if all
Our futures will yet be well

unknown poem my own

Give him a ring to
He asked me but who
And these words blue
Not what originally did do
Was the fellow not true
Of the context through
An opalized bone was who
The crocodile had turned into
But for myself alive
Have navigated his fright
By having already landed
In an Ants nest twice
That I learned well true
What he'd done unto
The medicines and whose
Mind his wife
Was bequeathing herself into
Whenever a ring they did
The opalized bone through
He received from a father who
Built upon his nails into
Yet as for all four
Twists of hate wrenched through
The word ring he'd sing if he had to
Not one to my door
Nor
The many bent
Word endings they rent
As though able to
Survive by blaming who

Because

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

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.

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

Wonder when we will know
Was the review process only too slow
And will they read more
Than were going to before
And was it that Freedom Riding
Delayed a Government finding