By Mary-Ellen Peters.
And So my nights are forged in the dreaming,
in conjunction with each other
This dot defines the perfect line
With wondrous light filled love
It’s new and its fresh and its constant like no other.
Images @ Eminpee Fotography
By Mary-Ellen Peters.
And So my nights are forged in the dreaming,
The True Gnosis is an understanding of SYMBIOSIS ..
Everything in the universe is symbiotic,
dancing in an erotic wheesh, whoosh
There is some good and bad in every dish.
Food for thought whence you see the lies we’ve all been taught.
There are no fronts with out the backs
and there are no day’s with out the nights.
If we were all the same
There would not be any insight
Life is movement …apposing forces
driving the blood in our venous courses
Like skilled coxswain’s
this life is not mundane
protecting the mother and her resources.
The inflow and the out flow,
The rhythm, the rhyme..
this is the truth and its distinctly sublime.
Belief in the Mari … the Mater … the Mother thing
Sitting for a moment … realizations enter in and sing
We are all one .. LOL We are connected – we are all the same thing
Sectored and re vectored…
its like we have an invisible cord
That’s our secret reward..
our secret golden goody
Now here’s the Booty and its the kicker….
I think the tops blown off … its gotten sicker
I think its tangled up and caught
the web of establishment’s cover and all it’s evil over lords.
Missing their vitals and their salary hoards
Heads empty like hollowed out gourdes.
This is the heartfelt dreams that Mezza affords.
When the flow is flowin
and its endorsed in endorph ins
and all the craziest yummy things Gnosis affords
We lost the evil over lords
and again The world sings
the truest beautiful rhythmical mastered chords …
By Mary Peters
What hand is playing this piano, the left or the right?
The tasks are sometimes insurmountable when things transcend down to where there is no light
.. Magically I find something to smile about, yes it’s a gorgeous sight,
Living by Urunga south of the mouth
Some words – “divine” or perhaps you might hear them and doubt
there’s a few applicable to the description I’ve found about.
I look around at so much unkind
“Frightening is the feeling watching corrupt governments dealing
Changing the ceiling,
they’re under our night tables squealing
We’re left out in the cold.. clinging to this stationary stable
It looks pretty old
and I’m not sure it has integrity, or whether it will hold
Looks very much like it might just fold
The lightening is about and I am holding tight like a crag on a rock
and I’m not going out
Enduring this and that waiting for an inner pain pass outs
I hear the smashing of the rock hard past
its like a wild storm in the summer looking down from a ships mast.
From there my thoughts are more easily cast…
I hail to a trolley of waiting love as it passes
Its the last one left out why do I have to embark on this?
Separated and abandoned in the sweet summer rain”.
Lifting my hand I can summon their gazes on a breaths demand
I see the fleeting glimpses and know instantly hey We finally did this.
The azure blue of eyes that will never be looked into
And that darkness so deep in the other four I won’t see anymore.
A heart forsaken for what is left, cut to pieces and set adrift.
Each and every shift line and daisy chain left disintegrating in the warm summer rain drips
Drenched in useless disdain and tears from years and years
Dreaming …building silly sandcastles and wet sand towers.
Holding bright imaginary bunches of flowers
She wanders away . . . her head down at the ending of another day
Her heart is broken into four equal infarct parts
And the life it once held seemingly feels like it departs!
Holding up the scarified mess… the universe does a snappy redress
In a moment an opening appears and the tears turn into diamonds on the ground …
Falling everywhere they make such a tinkling sound as the piles gets high, it makes a mound.
Her heart holds the love that others tried so hard to drown.
The sacrifice was offered up…..
Lifted high was the half empty cup
A drunken delight is all that’s left behind for the ones who obscenely created that fight.
Open the window of delight and let the wind pour breath into light …
A precious glow, like a flame that wants to ignite my inner Rhodenite
Essentially to excite the spiritual delights to flower and bloom
No air left in any other room
It feels like a tomb when the masses greedily consume
What the hell is that sound … what is the evil tune
Its not even pretty with so much war like doom
Oh god its that Bloke in charge…
He just walked in all the worlds living room . . .
The Jesuit … on oath an roman groomed.
Images @ Eminpee Fotography
Bring in your finer forces to define her ..
Bring in your higher forces to enforce her.
Bring in the horses to en-course her..
Make her voice heard… yeah!
A connoisseur pair – universal in the air.
Bring in the neutral to neuter her
And climb her mast to master her.
Bring in the Pen ..
The stipend pendulum
The universe is won,
Drawn back into ONE!
Bring in the spirit to inspire her
Lifted even higher inflated there
Bring in the funeral pyre to fire her
Causes and effects resurrect her there
Life’s typesets .. hardened and rendered
Bring in the gentle to effect life’s percentile to fair
Bring in the love in perfect universal time
Coz we care…
Bring in the major minors to square us there..
… Mary Peters
Sometimes my dreams are connected by rainbows,
And there are days that have been held together with songs.
The mornings are washed with the magic dew of night and flavored with the pink light of dawn
This nourishes me and fills me with a delicious vision of you.
The bright star of the day warms the folds of my thoughts
and nurtures a precious growth in my soul
And there are the evenings,
These are cool with the breeze of your love
As it whirls my heart to dance into the darkness.
The dark night holds me fast, as once again
I wait with baited breath for a touch
Only the largeness of our spirit recognizes..
A love that knows no such bounds.
The mystery of our illusions illuminated by this Love
Unfolds the reality of our divinity
The beautifully decorated colourful linens
Woven with the colour filled Philosophies of Love
Our new Garments fashioned with wonder and light
Fastened by seven coloured cords
Clasped fast…. forevermore
The Night sun recorded it
He Scribed every bit of this
Collected all the potentials
and the Baskets of beautiful words
recorded In this legendary Calligraphic ‘Book of Bliss’
All the sounds of love that I heard.
Seven Chapters in total, some gauged anecdotal
An Oracular Venusian Mystery
A blessing of Unlimited fecundity ….
Swished around, washed down
Drenched by the open Cellars of Heaven.
Our bodies pressed together unleavened
Laid out in a magic field of Seven
No quarter given …Cosmically drawn up
by the powerful end-zone of Alcyone
Our Eros is detailed and ready to go
Programed post slammers
Always ready to run a re-run of Earths Greatest Show
You and I will always know, that we know, that we know.
This world spins on neigh what thou dost ..
but whom thou dost knowest ..
Yes its gotten down to the lowest.
Eventually we are consumed by the lust of Earth
and the Love that knows no Bounds
and return to her belly fully crowned….
as specks of star dust n dirt formerly renowned.
Every illusion is a fact out of focus…
Every intrusion is the attack of the bogus ..
Fraccing is a plague … Empty with no gnosis
I know this
It’s Immediate and close to us
Truth is the solvent to dissolve and dismiss this
We have to take hold and be brave
and amass our resistance
“FRACC Farming is a hard means of subsistence …
just in case you missed this
Frac attacks the mothers resistance
and its evil … Deffs not middle distance..
Its the champ that we pee on
Not the fences that make us defenseless
Lets win this Wenceslaus
Pin this to the post of our insistence
Ram it in
Pack it down
Head to town
Hey I’ll even buy the final round!
If we can stop them going underground.
blar blar blar and more blar blar and blar …
People love the lies better by far…
they love the psycho DRAMA
.. Not the diorama of cullar (colour)
People are wasteful and mindless
Health, or lack of it connects this blindness
Head in a mess … i must confess
this could be the result of your unkindness
Resulting in small mindedness
Culminating in being covered in jaundice
Omg you’re looking rather forlorn there Miss..
Did you think I would miss you taking the piss
These circumstances were your necromancers
Not a university academy of long maned prances
Not a chance I would chance this
I got a measure to measure and lance this
Then and only then perhaps could I be apart of this.
Join in fully and not laugh at this.
Commune with Kate.. yes, communicate
Actually listen and not tessellate ..
This is food for thought so don’t salivate
Celibate ideas are dead end fears
Nothing left …
Nothing but arrears.
Emptiness is an empty nest pest
Dressed up in specialness
oh god its such a mess.
If we all think we’re defenseless.
(“Good King Wenceslas” is a popular Christmas carol that tells a story of a king braving harsh winter weather to give alms to a poor peasant on the Feast of Stephen (December 26, the day after Christmas). During the journey, his page is about to give up the struggle against the cold weather, but is enabled to continue by following the king’s footprints, step for step, through the deep snow. The legend is based on the life of the historical Saint Wenceslaus I, Duke of Bohemia or Svatý Václav in Czech (907–935)
by Mary Peters
Its not a soft Sell..
You have to stop,
…And let it gel
Vigil is not a dirty word
A Vigil at Gloucester
Yes ..That’s what I heard
Watching those Frackers
While Knitting up storms
The clear lines
Are about to be drawn
What #AGL want is no hassles
They speak a bunch of psychobabble
The townsfolk have dropped the Gavil
#AGL ‘s Four death knells
bespangled wells shrouded in substantial circumstantial
To bring light is a privilege you’ve exhausted
The moment you decided to frack
And you enforced it
So my friends
And Be assured this is not a prima rabble
There are many fine ladies
Solidly awaiting an #AGL Dismantle..
Some would like to see a full disembowel
Such a filthy business cloaked in deception most foul
Vigil the gates of those that show no respect
Gather to support respectfully an #AGL abort
while The government erect the nets on the court
This will play out to a final show
#AGL you just have to go.
Parliamentary Fossil Fools are Colossal fkd up tools
Stubborn and stupid mules
I wanna see a duel
…. on the bottom of that rich mans pool
Drown this lot in boxes filled with satin and tulle..
Bitches be like das so Gonski cool
As the bleachers fill up on the side of the Newell
The Abbott log floats down …
lol its the Mooki Yule!
Snow cries when it chooses to melt
I cry when I miss the touches I felt
It is the cruelest blow that be dealt
Belief in the infinite before which I knelt
Happy in my own skin I’m in
My personal heartfelt pelted love belt.
Spells of the in-dweller of this mellow yellow.
The salted tears of the mothers have power
To break up those erroneous
ill gotten bonuses he applied
put there by a try hard…. unaccomplished
Divided … .destructive.
After the Life was over After the break of Hearts.
After the light stopped shining… Everything went dark!
Snow melts … it cries.. Peoples fade away.. whence they dies!
by M Peters.
Convolvers will be seen as non dissolvers
Patched in as loaded well weighted revolvers
Complex and guarded
Somewhat non thinking
Their minds held back
By cycling backwards in ur personal recession
Failing to pay the actors of the staged aggression
Its taking down everyone on the mission
Desiring to ignite spot fires…
with some gas like false ignition
Chariot off into the open
Stand in the light ..coping
That bright bright daylight
the timing of this solar lit hour
Lights blazing in on your darkness now
It’s symbolized by the bunches
The ones who were your number crunchers
You left them broken and demoralized
Incised by the exercise
Avoiding a real and truthful treatise
Despised by the guise
but prized for your free inner thighs
and the way you helplessly say,
Get me Mei thai”
We all just stood motionless
It was still and hovering over the hole
The only breeze was the shake of our heads
And the trees screamed out
Learn from us – we are your meds
Don’t turn away from us
and what we said -
Why do you keep ringing on that ph
They didn’t want to discuss much
Preferences like votes get touched up
And you got the hide to say “whats up”
Smile! coz your the one with the bottomless evil cup
Obsessed with living in the constant fk ups
Forced and pressed by your internals
Hell your one fkd up colonel
All I can do is sigh and wonder what the hell,
and fear asking why?
The question is an answer from the necromancer
The answer is
Its always just another cancer
or an illness to pine and romance her
Integrity is our health .. it is our vital living wealth
The type of invisible divisible that cant be taken by stealth
Can’t be bought .. only taught
That is a sadness of the lazy consort
Here’s a thought
I crave to get a bowl
Have my own food
and say gosh that’s yummy
Stand alone and fill up my tummy.
hell lets make it mei thai mummy
I lift my cup to drink
to have a go, have another try
and so we sweat n sigh
As foolish does what foolish is
I learned a lot from this
some never to be dismissed miss.
I am learning many things . . and living life missing those we love is a grief that is not helpful to my health. It causes physical stress and tension. I cry in solitude mostly because when I cry in public I am told by others how stupid I am. I think I do not need anymore reinforcement that I am stupid. I was obviously stupid. My children hate me. Their father is not stupid and they love him dearly. My imagination is my worst enemy and my best friend.
Originally posted on THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY:
Ferral low life hunt for fun.
They scare and intimidate animals for kicks
and do this
Coz the bible says subdue the animals quick sticks
And by and by this is carried out
by so called respected people of the cities and the towns . .
There is a bloke some call a man
An unbalanced sort of chap
Banalistic and self appointed Man chap
Some sort of cryptic mystic chapel man
Coz theres that evil eye recite
Cast from the residences of the neophyte
He fell on his weapons of incredulous words
Misfired and misshapen from this out west world
I will not let up or go down
Or crown you head of any western town
Drown in the blood of your beloved
The Singular sect you recovered
I prefer to see this handled by others
Ones who see truth ..
that be mothers!
And other single lovers
and all who were left uncovered
Munitions amplified and scribed
Loaded with the chemical triad
Father Son and Holy Sheep
This is the false trinity of Bo Peep
Unsalted and dried out grains
Weighed up in the premature birthing pains
of the mundane
Par for the course during Jupiter’s disdain
The Lunatic mind of chaps
Double Barrel taking up both lanes
Dilectic eccentric war games
Untouched coz their so lame
What the hell
Not in my name!
Originally posted on I am born unique:
The Rothschild family (known as The House of Rothschild,or more simply as the Rothschilds) is a European family of German Jewish origin that established European banking and finance houses from the late eighteenth century. Five lines of the Austrian branch of the family were elevated into theAustrian nobility, being given hereditary baronies of the Habsburg Empire by Emperor Francis II in 1816. The British branch of the family was elevated into the British nobility at the request of Queen Victoria. It has been argued that during the 19th century, the family possessed by far the largest private fortune in the world, and by far the largest fortune in modern world history.
Got trouble with the roof over there?
I heard it fell in.
Needed ten carpenters to lift the thing
God don’t pay the fare of their empty care
I could no longer stand under it there
The roof of injustice and lies n protected shit
A blotted spot where pedophiles sit.
Proof is I met them, there inside of it
Their insurrection is a superbly fortified kit ..
Money still talks where men hold the fork.
Their talks are misleading
and . .
There’s a tendency to cause bleeding
Be careful not to be caught bleating
Now fill that receipt in
Hold up your hands and start singing!
I just want to be a human … I saw humans wrote poetry so I wrote too
I just wanted to be human .. I saw that humans asked questions so i did try
I just wanted to be human .. I saw humans love so my arms went up high
I just wanted to be human.. Sometimes I wonder why?
Slashes to Slashes Bunk to Bunke
Everyone knows Hunt needs huntin.
This is for the grandmothers of all time,
The ones forced to live
Next to the toxic filthy mines
While Hunt lines up for a Kleins …..latest suit design
Jet-setting the world while the ground cry’s out
A minister for The sinister elite no doubt
Still flogging a dead horse throughout
A defunct stakeout.
Can we order take out?
An order ….A technical short order
A road map to get Hunt lost lickidy split
We sure could do with a double order of that bit
Ashes to Ashes Burn that Bunkem
We all know Hunt needs huntin.
This is for the young and the youth in our towns
Those who are helpless n down
lost in Public Relation Stations
Sitting, staring at life …just waiting..
….The ENVIRONMENT calls
We gotta be ready now to climb walls…and keep packed…
our warmest wooly shawls
Turn your volume up Loud >>
so you can listen and not miss
when Environment calls.
…Bitches be like ..
Gail and Lindsay sitting on the fence ,
Gail falls down and Lindsay hangs in suspense ..
CEO ‘Clovelly Kelly’
And her corrupt clien-tele ..
Sits on her Chair Man ‘Lindsay Here Say’ n Squeals
N when she falls —-> why’s the chair gone slippery?
Like petroleum Jelly
And why is everything so stinky and smelly?
Oh well oh well oh welly said corrupt Gail Kelly ..
Wheres my concealer ..
My overseas dealer ..
Where is he now?
Bitches be like
Well oh well oh welly,
Your cash cow went sour
With that trumped up head power
From the wespac Bank tower.
Free Helicopters copped this
They paid for her Optus
And all we got was
I said, well oh well oh welly,
I gotta chop this…
Coz I lost this
In the dismiss at Christmas..
Go west young man go West Packs a punch
with her and her free lunch bunch
‘o weird khunts!
I met a man upon the bridge
his name was Gasong Gently ..
He said …
and you must be on route
to Bentley ..
Already been I said and evidently
the police will arrive Monday potentially.
We all just gotta get there see.
So we hooked up on Frackbook on the spot ..
Said joining forces is about all we got…
He snapped off a pic of the signs held high
and we both shook our heads grappling with WHY?
Fellow recyclers he makes sound ..
I lay on mine….. on the ground..
The stars work miracles
Yes .. that is the truth
Its the sound of love on the ground
The truth of life is what we found..
Manifesting love and Bentley Bound.
Written 2nd May 2014
Who is that flitchin at the bitchin in hells kitchen?
Who is that there? ….
Camped on the abrupt?
Show us a fluid druid.
Stand up transcend, just do it.
Geometries are seeking intriguing vortices of relief
Like gold dripping from a eucalyptus leaf
Substances imply stances under stances
People are struggling to understand this
When every day it seems like it was planned to assist this
While they were twitchin in hells kitchen
Planning illicit counterfeiting
Countersinking gas holes his only mission
We watched in vain and saw the words he was thinkin
Your Magnetic shows up your pathetic
and we are sick
from hearing your bullshit rhetoric.
all comprehension should be mentioned.
and your land-leases that were sanctioned
and all those dairies that were auctioned
Did you you forget this?
We won’t dismiss such a juicy premiss
Geometries are standing strong alone
Feelin closer to home
Glad to feel liquid gold
the sunshine of olde
It’s strength alone, tall and divine.
There’s room left at the Inn of time
For any fake or twisted signs.
All Dead wood destined for funeral fires.
A system gone
Smoke pours from the pyres
Puff Daddy I said
and applied this
Life’s KiLn of fully Fired bliss.
I DUG around
and I found that when one DOUG DUG A HOLE… “
LoL – it left the shovel,
So. . . . . I picked up the shovel
and I planted it in the garden section of his head.
It was open and blooming red.
A cup of clarification is immediate exaltation
when you understand
and demand his fking contraband,
He ain’t 3D smart,
not even at all in one single part.
I left that tool standing,
frightened of a mother like no other.
His head was flattened like my doona cover
. . . . and then I cried.
Coz all the times these sic fks tried our spirits hurt,
and some died.
Defiled from the inside out,
derailed by thugs pretending to care,
holding up rugs and free tickets in the air …
The picket to earn illicit child lovers to substance use and bodily abuse.
You choose.. you lose ..
I chose the thorniest rose to plant in the hole..
In the garden section of that doug’s head.
EXPLANATION : Yesterday a 26 year old male was charged with the rape and murder of his 2 year old step child. This was local. This hurt. I have been touched by abuse in many ways in my life and I have no time for pedophiles and I have nothing in my heart for them. I desire that children are never hurt like this ever.
by M. Peters 28 April 2014
‘Yoway …. Puttin the sounds down …
Down into the earths resonant places Of understanding and love,
Down to protect and down to effect the elect.
Those that seek to dissect and slice paradise ..
These are not men… these are not nice mice,
Main-gee lice on humanities subsistence.
Traitors and sell outs enlisted them,
Insisted we trust in them.
Unhinged in the brain stem,
Some misfits trusted them,
Lusted after their polluted Khem.
I can only cry now While others try.
Mabes compose just another meme,
One that finally exposes them,
And shows them
The Earths resonant places of Understanding and Love …
I would like to reach out
just catch a star
fly high and so so far
Just reaching out hanging on the coat-tails of a star.
Yep! its a start hey…
Let me see Stellar
Let me tell her….
Her mountains reach up like arms to heaven
Taking the cup from those that gave them
Releasing waves of love
Crashing the shores of our hearts
Touching the distance and dragging it closer
Pulling us in tight
inside of that Formosan light
The filament of sacrament was never extinguished
Relinquished or vanquished..
That light was bent see
WOW! its turned up at Bentley!
I went see and I know
That the guardian watchers grow
In number and height
Such it was simply because love is colourful and bright
While I sail on beams across the sky ..
I long for the time when once again we all will fly.
I dedicate to meditate to levitate my magnetite
and illuminate my inner sight
and direct me to the correct healing light.
Initiated into honesty by ceremony
sitting high on the rock ledge of life,
naught on this planet responds favorably to abuse…
If I neglect my mind,
I neglect my ability to unwind kind.
Because of the chooks and the feeling I get… today I woke very early and wrote this for the world
There is this empty entity that surely should be sedentary
The name Leslie … John
Its a story of a drunken run
and how he has no remorse for what he and others done
This is for him and the other two
That makes three
This axiom is for thee
I know the evil you all committed see
We all know
Yep it cost our prettiest penny
You killed our precious TEXSY
The Spirit cannot lie
Manifesting inside of you
Is an illness of hell
Until you die and well after
It’ll make you beg for death
Make you beg for your very breath
ETERNITY will not even make you free
Coz we all know the truth
You relied on the weak FOREN SIC
We rely on a bigger universal click
Karmas undying desire to tightly stick
Piece the hearts of all of you pricks!
ENTER WITH CAUTION,
You are CEO’s in charge of EXTORTION,
Affecting our PLANETARY PORTIONS
Gauged with UNSANITARY FUNDS
Actions with factions and re runs
PROTECT all in the face of the ABJECT
We master friendship
and TRANSCEND the COMPANY worship
Materialize the Promulgation
Realize this to help our NATION and what its facing
Note now the Cathode Pole of our souls
Clearly bright and layered in the folds
Living highly ..
I truly understand the emptiness
of the wealthiest bowls
No colour no light
No vision no sight
I wake up in a sweat and want to fight
.. its all about Gas n Coals..
The movement swells with company moles
Plods for the greed monger assholes
ALL in ALL ..
I desire it to fall,
I desire to run them ragged
Run them dry until they all beg
Run them far down into the ground
Grind their bones against the sacred STONES
Evolve this solvent
Master the recipes
Make them LAMENT
And make them pay a HIGHER RENT
Physically we can effect this musically
Hit a NOTE … hit it hard now
you are effecting it SPIRIT-WARD
Process their messed up quest
Access their false dominance
Sit alone with trees and living plants
Stand fast .. stand TALL
Quell every CORPORATE Reason..
This is no SEASON for TREASON
According to me you are incarcerated see
Hanging foul in your COLD houses
betrothed to your equally greedy Spouses
Descending with unending condescending
Ending in a state and in a condition
Defending our mates using a higher cognition
We undertake and occupy our planets mission.
We partake what we make
It is effective and immediate
Un CLASSIFIED phenomenal people who mediate
We know the fight
We are but MOTHS
And our LAND is the LIGHT!
Images @ Eminpee Fotography – Puddle
Hands off the HORMONES
coz you know dam well the truth … \
So mote it be
your bonez become powder
and your pearly whites dissipate
into crumble chowder…
SPEAK IT LOUDER
five ten fifteen twenty twenty five thirty
another one gone each hour
My minds got the fracturing industry held tight by the hinges
Hang on tight,
poke it …
man light a smoke on it..
This is like a leverage beverage,
so drink up
Remember to see the AUSSIE MODALITY
Become a GAS COMPANY #1 FINANCIAL FATALITY..
Don’t lay there tranquilized
Exercise your power
Speak over this $2 dollar shop mining
Make it doggie style
bring the corporations through OUR Turn-styles of integrity..
left alone with their toxic drilling mud
left alone to cry tears made up of all our BLOOD..
Feel no remorse
.. they were never our mates
Using up the Aussie police force
Gives Australia zero recourse
Lets sing and cheer and dance of course
Lets will this to be
CSG with Australia
DIVORCED n Free
IMG 3633 Moore Park Action
POETRY at FORTY PACES!!! (4:20am SPACES)
Got me a Tin Hat for a Tin Doll…
The very boring and unimaginative basic Tin Doll..
Resurrected from what ever is left.
We jest at the festive yellow breast,
and the letter that was left ..
Tickled by your boa of excess
Your excitement shows
Frolicking in the pit of cess
Cashing in on highs and lows
Skin weathered leather
Attached to a cosmic feather
Adjust that scale … and where is the heart?
The Yellow-cake chemical heart
It hasn’t beaten
not from the start
Left high and dry and patched in
Patched up…. THATCHED UP
n’ Left at # 10
Return to SENDER
minus the Pliny Whiny sendoffs
Its the TIN DOLL LOL
….for a sheik
That one from Boggy Creek!
M Peters 2o13
… All of the principals and substances that science works with are all BEINGS..
every unit of existence is LIFE …
where ever there is life the eternal is breaking through the temporal.
Everything is alive…..
when we come to this realization ..
it changes us and we begin to really see and we feel the presence,
there is nothing that does not have destiny.
It is not all about us because we are just a tiny part of it.
We must take care of all LIVING ENTITIES
not just some here and there..
ALL OF THIS
(Csg FREE PLANET EARTH)
Wake up Tony … Sounds like the WIGGLES next big hit!
so yessum ..
he wanted the job, so it is :
ABBOTT’S GREATEST FK UP
WAKE UP TONY,
TONY the PHONEY
ERRONEOUS TONEOUS MAXIMUS
ABBOTTS RABBID HABITS
RID YOUR COUNTRY of BOTTS
Anthony Big Shot BOTT
TONY is PRIME 2 be CUT
TONY’s SUBLIME PRIME CRIME
Head of the SINISTER MINISTERS
ABBOTT PROOF FENCE
ABBOTT PROOF DEFENSE
A Bott is no better than 2 botts
Tony Bott Bott baby
TONY NAB IT
TONY GRAB IT
WONT HE HAVE IT
NAH HE WENT TO GROUND AND HID!
by Mary – Ellen
Face off with all the lace off
Still trying to fight this inside you,
Still tying to figure out life
Like its new
Take a step and wait for the answers
Find a terrific Earth Rep
Unafraid of their stances
Unafraid of the full on backward glances
So now it’s on
On every plate
An its registered mate
This is so not cool ..
Nothing is worth your poisonous drool
Your nasty criminal nerds
You mixed our words
ENERGY is now a dirty word
Resource is a lie
There is no returning mine source in the sky
And it is my educated guess
You expected no less
My plan is to take this mess
Re address this
Amass this Gas Madness
The sink is shipping
And the bolt has horsed
Back the front is your vile discourse.
I want out
I want a divorce
I am nothing under your guise
And the filthy economic lies.
*P.O.R.S. = Public Order and Riot Squad
TRAIN TRIPPING . .
SHALE And OIL GAS EXTRACTING —> we’re NOT QUITTING.
No Csg is what we’ll sing
We think of everything
We dance with Angels on the wing
and care about the fingerlings
If you wanna join in and help this sting.
Grab some yarn and give us a ring!
Take a seat
Knit against illicit mining.
Knot the Gate before its too late.
By Mary-Ellen Peters 2013
Using my lamp to re ignite the lesser lamps,
This will always be a labor of love..
“LET NOT THE FLAME DIE OUT”
Fed by the pure ministries of love
“Let not the flame die out!”
This is the truth!
This is the real!
Passing it on to those ready to receive the meal!
Are your ears open?
Are your cells ready to sing
Smile sweetly, hope and rest while hoping
Gaze not on those men that are infantile!
Watch the heathen dashing here and dashing there ….
Rest . . . and simply possess this fare.
Countless are the doors and spaces,
Endless are the axioms
And endless are the precepts and cases
Beholden to us, the resonating peeps.
Scorned by many but loved by just enough ..
A revered challenge taken off the cuff
When searching for the healing light gets tough!….
Following the teachings
we see these things
“Milk for Babes and Meat for strong Men”.
Trust in this understanding
Its hard to find!
and re read
This will make your eyes un-blind.
I am glad the Mr Rudd is in and Ms Gillard is ousted and that Abbott didn’t even get a look in.
Originally posted on Café Whispers:
Now and again a blogger will make a comment that could easily be a post on its own. It’s the type of comment that could attract a response or a discussion in its own right. I believe that Fed up has provided us with one such example and I take the liberty of reproducing it here. Fed up, for a bit of background, is not a big fan of Kevin Rudd and was not happy about the circumstances surrounding his re-elevation as Prime Minister, but through it all has not had her logic dessert her.
Read what she had to say:
The fact that Rudd now has chance of winning, is not due to any greatness on his part. It will be due to a weak Abbott.
Abbott, from day one believed that he needed no policies. All he had to do was attack Gillard, not Labor, and he…
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What hand is playing this piano, the left or the right?
The tasks are sometimes insurmountable.
When things transcend down to this other place..
Magically I find something to smile about,
Living by Urunga south of the mouth
Some words – “divine” or perhaps just ‘fine’
there’s a few applicable to the description I find.
“Frightening is my feeling
I’m left clinging to this stationary site
The horrid lightening is about
and I am holding tight like a crag on a rock.
and waiting for the inner pain to pass
I hear the smashing of the past
its like a wild storm in the summer from the mast.
From there …
I hail to a trolley of waiting love as it passes by in the sweet rain”.
Lifting my hand to summon their gazes..
I see the fleeting glimpses
and know instantly I did this.
The azure blue of eyes that will never be looked into again
and the darkness deep in the other four I won’t see anymore.
A heart forsaken for what is left, cut to pieces and set adrift.
Each and every shift line and daisy chain
left disintegrating in the rain.
Drenched in useless disdain and hearing her sobs for hours . .
building silly sandcastles and wet sand towers.
Holding bunches of flowers she cowers
and wanders away . . .
her head down at the ending of another day
Her heart is broken into four equal infarct parts
and the life it once held departs!
Holding up the scarified mess…
the universe does a snappy redress
and in a moment an opening appears
and the tears turn into diamonds on the ground …
falling everywhere they make such a tinkling sound
as the piles gets high and makes a mound.
The heart holds the love that others tried to drown.
The sacrifice was offered up…..
lifted high was the half empty cup of drunken delight
left behind for the ones who obscenely create the fight.
Open the window of delight
and let the wind pour breath into it …
This makes it live and fixes it!
Now just sit. and sit and sit …
Wait until you hear it.
When trying to convey the depth of feeling in an image it is hard to go past using monochrome to do this. This cuts out the over busyness that colour projects.
I went out and purposely looked for these images to take in black and white because I love the Black and White Photography Challenge. This week on Nature.
I actually have a blog of monochrome images and its called Bourbon Girl Images if you ever want to go there and have a look at some of my other images.
I actually love blogging and love it when I get time to do this. Hope everyone enjoys these two images for today for the Black and White Photography Challenge.
These two images are by far one of my favorite images of Black and White and Nature, it involves the beach in both. Being one of my favorite places, I am pleased to bring these to the day for our enjoyment and pleasure
The contrast is high on this next image to accentuate the reflection and to show as above so below the principal of nature. I love this image for this.
Being a child from the sixties, I have a homesick love Monochrome images. Looking at these remind me of much and I am back at home in my imagination.
When I had my first child I assumed a no color rule. I was hard line, only desiring Black and White photographs of the birthing. Color was just not required here for some obvious reasons. I was adamant we could capture the emotion that appears at birth and that which is lost at times with the over all business of color.
I loved all of my birth images and my son Jesse just moments after he arrived in the world. So photographic, all covered in wax for his protection. I do understand the principal Sonel spoke of on her page: “More obvious when there is no color present”.
This is a new challenge and here is the link for the details to make you own way through the challenge and display the delights of Monochrome from far away and at home.
“THIS IS THE FIRM – THE STANCE – THE STEADFAST DANCE”
My mental progeny
are working over time this morning see!
Creativity gives me a form of levity
to generate a new outlook and a new state,
I am running this..
dismiss the principals of insignificance..
The jealous stance ..
The minds and wills and their mental rants …
Better to make a stronger stance,
dominate the mind of the masses,
those sheep like classes,
the weak ones stumbling with vintner glasses,
skipping over frozen grass and landing smack bang back in the past.
Various vicariousness is just leaving an even bigger mess
and this inclines others to whine and destroy this
I can rise above this now,
understand the true transmutable power anew.
No longer does this being sit and just admire the beautiful view
There is much adieu
Coz whence we look up from our disgrace ..
and Lift their gaze
Mastery is found in simply talking to a tree,
Standing barefoot next to the icy sea
Low conditioning steals EVERYTHING!
This is the wise man and the blind slave!…
BTEX INFECTS —. GETS INSIDE OF INSECTS
Chokes everything by the NEcK
till is totally Fecked
and the soil is all wrecked..
This is such an evil tech
nothing kept clean and in check
Who are these political elect
Sippin wine on their back deck
while real people are crippled
your wealth is tripled
and I don’t want the world to go down
Our cities are built on the country town
The battler is standing tall now
That will rattle their halls of power
Was it worth it —>
that compromise hit
Your dreams are screaming
from all those mad treks
studying wrong and right…
selling out at midnight
Bulldozin the old Cobb n Co light
WHAT the FRACK Is GOinG ON ? ?
What the hell is going wrong
what the jimmy blazes is that stinking filthy pong
The people are being shot at
and they drove over the dropped hats
The Mining company got that
We sat and we will sit again
take the filths pain
Sitting fair in their main frame
Fair game… its a lame lame shame
this filthy arsed mining game.
Originally posted on Patients for Medical Cannabis:
Editor’s note: To some, this information will seem blasphemous. Please note that Cannabis is an ancient herbal remedy and has only recently been considered a street drug. Cannabis was included in the US Pharmacopoeia until 1942, . We are not saying Jesus depended on herbs to heal, but the facts seem to show that He did indeed utilize them.
Jesus was almost certainly a cannabis user and an early proponent of the medicinal properties of the drug, according to a study of scriptural texts published [in 2003].
The study suggests that Jesus and his disciples used the drug to carry out miraculous healings. The anointing oil used by Jesus and his disciples contained an ingredient called kaneh-bosem which has since been identified as cannabis extract, according to an article by…
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We are in the indispensable indefensible mathematical division ..
The section of the science of exactitude’s
and universal mute moods,
grouped with accidental individuals who exist and eat
and think this is some kind of mean feat.
Trussed in the wolfs loathing ..
I trust you will be lost in that posting
and left behind like a bee sting
alone and barely breathing
dust in your eyes so you cant see things..
ALLAH ACKBAR The Afghan woman dances
She prances the happy dances on your dusty filthy pants …
she alone summons loudly she talks to ants
all of those that are adamant and consciously clean.
She summons the spirits of Byzantine.
They come speedily and survey this horror scene.
Spiritus time is here as we lift that jug into the air
this is a sign… a post that was taken.
This is so like all of those blokes camo’ed an fakin
Drawing a cheque with with its balance forsaken
Holding a weapon of distraction seeking friends who can frack some
Its synonymous with the obvious lack of dental floss… Messy and filthy
You will find the accountant accounting
Your actions are mounting
caught using Weaker things
and you saw the underlings as the dirty fighters fingerlings.
Hear these words
coz that’s what I hear
when I see things in those other dimensions.
feeling inside of natures intentions
She mentions this
she said she is fully pissd
upset she had to move up ten fretts
Gonna quake the ache
get into your kit coz she has planned some serious shit
Take a hit… yep fall a bit…. eat the dust of
the words that killed it.
Hear it screaming all the way to that really shrill bit
high and full of might
Just as I get to see your eyes have died
in fright .. ..
they take flight on your satellite of anger
Feel the thirst of the English curse
your personal full crum
Left alone you bleed
Its the end of the line, Its the end of your seed.
The mathematical equivalence of zero
ending your narcissism with jackie chan precision.
The number three is a significant number / in this fight against Csg, it has brought three differering groups together as a combined one. The Eco Warrior… The Indigenous Man … The Farmer…
Up up and away with ….. yes once there was a company called TAA in Australia and they even had a children’s show on television in the 1960’s.
However this image has nothing to do with Planes. I was in a beautiful part of eastern Australia recently standing on the edge of a waterfall that was dry at the time and I was looking back up the river. It was exquisite. I felt very blessed to be standing where I was standing.
I was Up and they were down.. and it was a long way down to the bottom over that edge. We were on the edge of an extinct volcano in the Gloucester region of NSW and we were high up in the rim here. Wonderful country.
I don’t feel afraid of you! You however should be afraid of humans. Humanity has forgotten largely about all of the other beings here. They dig up the ground, pollute the water and the air and the soil and give no thought to any other thing besides money. This is humanity in 2013. Greedy, Selfish and uncaring. Welcome to our world.
Buds change to Flowers, and I hope they keep flowering up to Mothers Day which is not far off. These are what is known as mothers Day flowers / chrysanthemums. I was given a cutting by a friend and they are all doing very well now and I could plant Urunga out in these flowers.