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

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

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

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