Category: My Rhymes

Outré


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Outré
Das my home
Das my stylin up bone share
Oh how contrare

Its hardly fair they get to sit and stare….
Necks well stuck up into the dry Galilee air …
Such a dueling fueling pair
We once stood there cooling with the muelling tares
Stood fast no time for silly cares and cooked pears in caramel snares
Bares the soul bears no resemblance .. no semblance.. well maybe to an Ambulance but that would only come by chance… down at the waters edge .. Hedge your bets at Sandy Gallop Get a box and call it Ballot .. Salad for the stars Stuck racing their well spent cars Incarcerated by the fact men are from Mars… Go figure with your figure its enough to divide and fall.. Gimme a call when the light returns… fifty fold is what it took for you take one free style look.. and yes can you see what we see  … It’s very very old once the liquid’s no longer Gold.   Very very cold now all of what was precious has been sold.

 

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Bags of Puss


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Bags of puss are next to us
Get ur bags of puss to discuss
Bags of Puss
Bags of Puss
Get ur puss next to us
Showing true colors next to us
Selling to you in such a rush
Bags of puss
Bags of Puss
Bags of puss you can’t trust
Touch my stuff  I’ll will play rough
Take your bags  from my stuff
Bags of puss bags of puss
Take ur bags of puss from my stuff
I write this down coz I’ve had enough
had enough of the bags of puss
Bags of puss
Bags of puss

I’ve had well enough of these bags of puss.

Images @ Eminpee Fotography

This rhyme was inspired by the cathartic process of releasing pent up emotions about a disgusting on going situation I live with.
Just recently I discovered that my car had been maliciously damaged by none other than my neighbor. It was clear where the splatter hit the back of the vehicle the angle at which it was thrown. This showed it was the neighbors kitchen window.
My other neighbor called the feds.   I already knew that would be a waste of time but Si la vi.
Now, I house my vehicle in the locked shed not the carport.  I don’t want my car damaged any further.
I have continued to take everyone’s advice and not acknowledge the button pressing garbage that hails from next door. However, this is what I get for my vigilance – “There take that, now try to ignore me”!
I am absolutely aware of the tactics employed here to cause me to react. My higher self is aware of this, my lower self is always what I am concerned about.
All of us as humans have a point at which we draw the line and say “Enough is enough”. 

Base Waves


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Macro ….. Micro …. and everything in between..
all that can be touched and all that can be seen..
The fractal patterns repeating in waves
Our hearts beating…meeting it in the octaves.

All the way out and all the way in
And everything that was, or has ever been
It’s contained on the print of your babies hand
Such astounding understanding
No matter at what point you stand…
Man! its grand!

The body of the land isn’t fairing so well
So many places they left her to smell
Her body cut open and bleeding ..
the blood of her arteries is seething …
all the way out and all the way in
Its sick its not seen as the same freaking thing

Stop raping my mother and destroying her soul
Stop gouging her body for your useless economic goal
Stop poisoning her veins for such insane gains
Stop testing her… Stop arresting her and causing her pain

Stop messing with my mother coz your messing with me,
Again!
We are the very nature that we can see you see, same!
It’s oceans of love and rock hard laws
They will be here singing
Long after this psychotic pause of shame

Cause ..and effect .. to stop the insane self elect.

East Coast Trippers


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Urunga’s Lagoon.  Toxic from Antimony processing and the toxic waters of Station Creek flowing into the precious ancient waterways of the lagoon. There is a “Tumor Cluster” evident in the township from personal observance.

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The East Coast trippers
Got bad livers..
They live like Smyther’s
Right next to toxic rivers..

Tick Dips ticking,
The grasses children licking..
Little boys poking
At the strange things growing.

A tumor here …
A cancer there..
And down that road
they ain’t got no hair.

Lost it all
In one go.
Governments cover up
So no one knows..

East Coast Trippers
Life saving Nippers
Swimming in the mouths
of all those toxic rivers

Poisoning the people
its all quite legal
Department cars
Sport that trusty decal

So, East Coast Trippers
Do some healthy flippers
Check out the histories
Of the Carcinogenic rivers.

its not a poem
its a simple ditty
Do yourself a favor
Leave those east coast cities

Images @ Eminpee Fotography

If I could write the World.


I could write the world was blue and people would not give a fk ..
I could write the world is black with yellow spots in the back and a view to you,
Would you think this true if it was written without you?

I could write the world is green
and people would surely think this was mentally mean.. albeit serene.
I could write the world was red but it would be a lie –
I don’t have that book, I’ll check Spotify .. I’ll have a look!

I could write the world was white, icy cold and crisper
mentally it bites … that’s the whisper..
its ugly n they cant see ..
We all brothers and sisters you see

If I could write the world
I would right the world
and give rights back to the world …
Brave and New ~ Well oiled and well pearled …
(#Eminpee) M E Peters.. 2016

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STINKIN ROGERS


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“STINKIN ROGERS”

Poetic prose edict for the so called hand picked
Still it lacked pretty well all and everything
So it planted male flowers in our gardens to sting
all late bloomers Montezuma rumors cycling in
It purposed “stinkin rogers” on to be a tumors of sin
Boo us for showing you up
You overgrown crone that can’t sing
Argh
All your lot are liars and woeful church cryer’s
Drawers full of pages on how to kill whats Gaia’s
Booked destinations to exploit our nation
Hooked vegetation and a cooked up sensation
Newspaper reports
Lillie’s die!  Why?
Because north of the bank her madd house sank into fire
Crippled by info from a freckled nympho sire
Yeah Ya pushed it down to the wire
If anyone is to inquire
Stinkin Rogers is finally on fire.

 

Image : Forest and Kim Starr

The Better Letters


Booloominbah in snow

University letters are fruitless fetters,
Held tight, polished and venerated.
Hell, it is just a tad overrated.
Tis but futile guile, stacked succinctly in a stinking pile,
Held up as truth for the average imbecile.
It’s prostrated, over rated and out dated,
But still they waited on the promise of gold,
The premise with which to shine they are told.
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Corporate go-getters get corporate Uni letters,
and red English setters to settle their nuances.
They never got the answers from their necromancers,
Swayed instead by elite corporate advances.
They churned and burned your hard earned,
To close the envelope of hope,
And so it may be foggy, and hard to see them as they are.
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To a degree University letters are mold,
Dank and damp and empty and cold.
Regurgitated company speak under control,
Paid for by corporate pay rolls.
Yes it can be a dangerous thing,
A degree in the hands of those in full swing,
Especially if your hearts in Beijing.
You don’t seem to care where you throw your hat in the ring!
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Possessed N groggy,
lt is the same old, age old, injurious hold.
As if they cared,
Like Baird they’d fold.
Mr Harborside mansion knows only expansion.
His uni letters and fancy pants,
and the silly things he does with his hands,
Makes our blood run cold.
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Dialectic disrespectful Uni letters in bold,
They delivered a pool of livers sliced and cold.
Its plain to see this is how they want it,
…..this is how they roll.
Hell these same ones promised you cake,
Said it was for your good sake,
When you get old,
Promised, if you did good you’d get a share of their gold
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The better letters as they’re known,
These call you to account coz then you’re owned.
Uni letters make it all possible,
Letters make killing environment doable.
Free Trade deals for the people back home,
And no free pills if you moan and groan.
It’s jobs for the boys and contracts to burn,
Uni letters fettered your ability to discern.

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Image : Booloominbah in the snow – Armidale University campus

MOUNTAIN STAR

Anxiety

Ottoman Crates

Sincere Sins.


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Sincere Sins Here….
All the effort to get it,
All achievements in the movement turned to dust –
Blown to A western base reality of insincere I love yous cussed,
In essence its intrinsic for some to hand pick
Snatch blank blinks of nothingness
Pretense caresses as love regresses.

Hiding out the back is a secretive little pig sty
Alone and Tired that’s where they cried
A vast expanse observed in a fundamental transient glance
Cultivated by eternal emptiness.
Captured in that glass of agnosia,
The smoke disappears through her
Whence its form and shape cleaved toward the clouds of hope
Yet to be bespoken or choked
it turns to nothing
A postured invisible yoke.
[early 20th century: coined in German from Greek agnōsia ‘ignorance’]

 

 

Eternal Heart Lines!


“Heart lines have been assessed and its been decided there will be no more redress or time to confess.. its best the tares become Atum guests because it’s clear while they were here they were spiritless and they hid from Hieros Gamos.”

“They’re lost as they wander the forty acre lot unable to continue to plot  how to blot our children’s inheritance, Ill gotten gain is not forgotten because their inner core is dead and rotting,  We remember everything.”

“And this is what we bring and its what we have always brought to the table of lands where we sing and bear the sacred circle golden ring that is not broken but is duly encompassed in everything”.

“North South East and West the four corners reunite into the ultimate blessedness, the breakfast  is served in readiness for the outpouring of Godliness, untying of the tresses for the divine caresses waiting for us to address this.”

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Images @ Eminpee Fotography

~EMERGENCE~


I am amazed it was 19 years ago…
Time flies with such strong wings
It rises on the up-drafts of love
Antiquated dimensions form life
and added are the Vulnerable intentions to flee strife

Original, its an efficient lament
This love is omnipresent
It never dissipates
It cannot fade to grey
It is fabled to go for eternity
and one more extra day

That Quickening was inside
Memories of this still fresh and alive
It formed a light to open my mind
It broke through to birth pure love!
Welcome my child
WELCOME out of  this Earth!

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DIVINITY KNOWS


Evolution impulses
Evolution motions
Evolution moves towards unity
Illusion separates
Illusion can’t improve
Illusion is artificial
Understanding is an investment
Understanding the crystallization
Understanding the powers and conditions
Living in the equilibrium
Living Man mortally creates his heaven and his hell
Living towards Nirvanic release
Living for a Karmic consequence.
And ….
being one with Divine providence.

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…BLINKING SPARKLES…


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The waters were still and deep
and in the darkness it was clear
the air was Crisp
the air was always fair
One approached the waters edge
she could see a reflection there

a bright and burning star
blinking sparkles from afar

Other mothers stood still and motionless

Dust rising up now around their feet
Life had made them Warm and dry
They were a place
You could climb up high
maybe take a seat
follow the blinking sparkles
while you eat

Quietly as the darkness filled every corner
A tiny woman scampered under bushes
Against normal odds she pushes
Talking to A Rock Wallaby
He tells her stories and says follow me
Looking up he whispered to her
to follow the blinking sparkles
He was there to protect and warn her.
help her make the right decisions
when the Blinking sparkles adorn her.

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Images @ Eminpee Fotography

Try to Understand!


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Try to understand the land didn’t disband
Try to see the trees in me
Try to hear the unknown sounds
These winds of change are bringing to thee

The Earth is a beast .. living breathing
Growin’ ferns and people N other living things
Naturally invested its best left hid
Try to see it as our forefathers did.

Existing in the in-fi-nite
The Sun is more than just a light
The State of us… the borders it pierces
I want you all to know and hear this.

Try to Understand life in the generations
Try to hear the laughter of past relations
Try …. observe..
our nation has been switched over to soft serve!

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Images @ Eminpee Fotography

This is so whack man .. its Frackman and Jackman!


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FRACKMAN

I’m wide awake.. so what is it going to take?
I gotta say Hugh’s on the lips of a few…
and Dayne’s on all the others, true!
They look so similar .. it can’t be a mistake
So lets blow this popsicle stand standing undermanned,
A country in serious demand for more true people,
those who wont swallow this guile the establishment planned.
Frackman N Jackman take the stages
and take away the front pages from Abbott
the Hated of Ages…

I’m wide awake ..
I think these two know what it will take
and they know the reasons why
For all of our sakes..
People violated environment annihilated
while so many just sat and waited..

I’m wide awake that’s no mistake
The Frackmans goin crazy .. screen after screen
Frackmans not lazy not givin up on you and me
not till they all see
the dirty truth on #Csg and set the land back free
JAckman goin off on #WA150
Trying to make Australia see
Babies crying see
Mummas dying they’re not free
JACKMAN MEETS FRACKMAN Setting us free
With pure information see.

Are you wide awake?
The governments have clearly been on the take
In our faces they flaunt their Lifestylez
AND steal the culture that holds us together
The land and the people need together forever
This understanding has to be understood by each other
This is the only way any of us will make it
….or recover.

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at FRACKMAN THE MOVIE – BELLINGEN NSW

 Images @ Eminpee Fotography

So what can we do Hugh?


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Well Hugh…. What can we do?
First and foremost?
I’m not good with armies… or tsunamis,
But we can no longer take the palm kiss
And people can no longer dismiss this
Like its last Christmas..
Coz media didn’t blitz this.
Told instead to miss this.
The country is the people intrinsic
And the happiness of both makes it all tick.
Government policy denies spiritual ties
Caring only for that mining prize…
It’s all of this shit i despise.
The lies,
The economic lines
And the ladies come ladies go revolving door of government to CEO big show
Goin toe to toe and they say they don’t know?
So what can we do Hugh…
I know you say I support You!
but tell us man is there anything any of us can do?
Ideas and the UN are needed here to come through..
Abbott’s on notice so is there people you know who can get this message through?
I thought about it Hugh
‘N it’s all that is left for us to do..
A big world is waiting … What more can we do?

Ladies No Sir’s.


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Set aside … set apart .. or left behind and all but forgotten,
like cottontails covering tails,
their cotton is GMO rotten.

A symbolic frolic for the deft alcoholic,
but deathly horrid and chaotic and sick,
some of us missed the tick, got the flick.
Quick with the political but docile with the mathematical grammatical tricks,
and sick with the momentary dromedary humdinger click ..
Camels with humps do very large dumps and they knit with the most desirable frumps.

Frump Frump Frump on the rump of the hump of the ding that drinks like the fishes and sings,
like birds that dip out
like the herd that clips in……
the ‘Clipsal Salvia’ to salvage a third,
twas da metal of the surge ..
The kettle of dead fish cooked and purged
,…..and plated up into that dish of hers.

Ladies No Sirs .. women concurred
This is better kept from her,  and her imaginative Fleur .. ..
a flower of lace that can be traced back to ages of grace.
Back, way back before it was hit with the pointy needle of Thrace
Savaged ….feeling the heavy handled mace.
Pummeled to a Frommage I could taste….
Not a drop left to go to waste,
Twas chaste, so I chased it down..
all the way to the bottom,
where it stopped and freely looked up at me

Creation gone rotten
A poisoned sword slices the cotton,
And just in time she fielded a catch of the century,
In a match that was meant to be …
The latch was left open for me,
coz hoping is free,
and the gold that’s left….
It’s found inside you and me.

Images @ Eminpee Fotography

“The Denied Tide”


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The sea of clouds above

The Denied Tide… she sighed.
a log or a swimmer
and . . . and she cried.

‘The lips of wisdom are closed
Except to the ears of understanding’ ~
.. Those on base stay on base
And base is no place to change the place
or the face!

Base is with out trace…
Base is a two story booked nook
Unbalanced and ungrounded
There’s no hiding there…
the dense principal’s engendered there.
Have a decent look,
Regeneration, cremation information,
A prostitution of the true solution.
Yep we fully unwound it.
Draped high on a hidden midden
The spilling pearls sounded loud
I’m not kidding
. . and all four corners of the land groaned a bit

Then you realize what its like to be owned by shit
Take a loud non-deniable sound …
Incarnated long ago deep into the ground
‘Truth’ is right there unhidden, but still not-found
Truth is … What we get
. . We’ve sewn….
Honed, owned an blown.
Its time now,
To turn our backs and head for …  “home“.

Tickets to the ‘Slime-Ball’


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“TICKETS TO THE SLIME BALL”

The SLIME-BALL is still practicing “GENOCIDE”.
from the Grave through a Pliocene fart
called Gina ..
(should have been a wankstain) RINE*HART.  I gotta have a
rave, so here’s a good place to start.     Box tickets to Gina’s Slime Ball…   Last Call!

Listen up!
That bitch ought to get a car and park it
No wait .. get a life and *kark it.
And If I could get near it
I would f%$*ing mark it,
It is an open market
Mark it well
Superb for the marksmen as well.
Swell ~ Swell you say?  Yes swell,
A Swell is a stinking Gas well.
And she could well, stink well, in a well.

Well, well, well,
Three million holes in sacred ground.
I’m dead sure there’s one for her
they’ve found.
So, Lets not confound ya immense mound
Its not the mount of Venus
Ya face looks like a butchered penis…
And I mean this.
I don’t mean to take the piss
But excuse me, I simply have to diss you
You disrupt, corrupt Abruptio,
Bleeding the land to a hemorrhagic show.
We all think its time you hit that toad,
Yes!  Hit yourself a six out onto that Great Western road..
squashed flat out for the crows..
At least they get a pickings for their abode.

All along the Nullarbor
That smell is felt on the eastern shore.
What for?
She still thinks she can even her score
Steps up For a Game of Tones, a swap meet tour
Swapsies for the properties they bought offshore
I abhor these whores.
The cause and means of political flaws .

Cos  hey, these mongrels got all the top floors ..
oh and I see
they got it see,
from Perth all the way to Port Moresby ..

I reckon a heart cutting would be pretty fitting
And she should apply for that  human heart kit thing
Perhaps it will help that look she holds ..its so calf (cow)
Maybe a sow… Yes a female pig.
Laughs
Ya big rigs are like you
they all rhyme with ‘dig’.
Frigg,
I dislike your lid.
Ya Lang’s wankstain that became a kid.

He sure had his hand on it!!
With a name like Hancock..
Get the Glock and do a Spiel
Because this pictures got me feeling
For the lost places of healing
From  the holes they’ve left in the ground
The mothers silently buried deep,  not found

They were the spoils of ugly men
Depravity of a gravity no one ever saw
Corruption right there. Thuggery
Separated the mothers from the men
Got them drunk for free
This is how the wild west was recently won
…. Not by the use of a gun
A bottle was much more effective and cheap
Hancock was nothing more than a bastard thief

Presently these grief type feelings
Are still raw indiscriminate reeling’s
So much was effected
From Ol Lang Hancock’s mine dealings.

Good Night …From the floor of Gina’s SLIME BALL , that’s dead right!

*RINE[stone]HART
* KARK  . . .  aussie slang for die.

LANG HANCOCK.. MINING MAGGOT

A Spirit Thing…


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The Forest takes care of its own
The forest corp is not with the people,
So Forestry should go home!
Pleeease!
The forest is the home of trees
And in these valley’s
There’s thousands and thousands of these

The Forestry corp is an entity heading Mort
Fraught  –  down to the ground they are brought..
The Good spirits are drawn out across the sky
While those heavy corporate spirits
fall from high
They can’t get near it
Corporatized, they’re full of lies
Now they’re  making new ones
Dropping chemical from the skies!

Death is the sleep of life
death is the great leveler .
The End,  A place where there is no protection
and no Kevlar
No protection from the self made infection
Called inept legislation.
Got this place looking for some mild syncopation
To this latest annihilation.

They care not for little animals
Little insy insects they don’t see
Bacteria that’s vitally important to you and me
Are violently deprived of being alive
Forestry corp brings this misery
I fear they will be caught
Hung up in a tree with this karma they bought

I call up the wind to blow and rain
and cause this to be a relative dollar drain
While the the ceremonial songs are playing
Forestry flies in an end zone
Encroaching and crushing riparian homes
Of little people, they’re small
But they’re not feeble
They hold up the bones of all their old people

Waiting!
Silently instigating
And, if you’re in the forest at night
You’ll hear their singing, right
Its a spirit thing
And yes it stings, It grips this thing
And makes it play fair
By keeping them down, and outta the air.

ALAS!


Oh Yeah seize the day …. YaY
For us it happens in a weirdo sort of way
N’ carry this out with so little left in the already tiny pay

I’ve lost much and had satori
my inhibitions disappear before me
They go without and come within
and we begin to get the general principal das lining this thing

Come! Hurry down town
An pick up a bag o’ deep wisdom and shoes
These just have to fit .. any will do
Get down to the corner op shop in my town

I watch the elderly depend on this
I get the essential bent on this kaleidoscope of false hope
Vulgarity meets charity
How come there’s such a vast difference

Like wheres the other dimension
the one where its safe to mention
the lack of peoples retention
and how they all got pensioned

Nothing

But In the distance there’s off key muffled singing
The Pub discards hold up local gutters
they don’t care and take a piss
Unaware of any of this
bar doo dee dah
Its all just meaningless
There’s no way they’re feeling this
next to the smell of that brand new car
the speakers bounce n then blare
bar doo dee dah bar doo dee dah

so that’s it so far…

then there is death..
its always going to come to this end
and the lack of inhibition is a vital part of fearing nothingness
Attribution is the retribution and solution
and Someone said very quietly
I think I once knew them.

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Images @ Eminpee Fotography

PAVING the MIND PATH


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“Last century paving”. Heritage listed railway station on the New England at Deepwater.

It is said that the intolerable things in our lives put us on the path to the best that will happen to us.
So…
Even if all the signs are in double dutch,
and  so and so and such n such
and when life feels like its out of touch
Crawl if you can’t walk,
Stumble, fall, keep going forward
Trust in the lesson from the paths you’ve just toured.
Unconditional is the global positional
Directing the mission call
The memories are tied round trees
Like translucent ribbons and bows
All of what went before is just excess adipose,
I will , I pray, I say I  love them anyway
and …’the future’ is a creation
The ‘Witch’ which none of us knows.

Images @ Eminpee Fotography

Sounds like Familiar..


By Mary-Ellen Peters 2014

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Trust gone, yes its just gone
Vanished in the banishment of the norm
My personal Upanishads to you
I would have done anything for you
And for family too …As you do
But family is not me see.
I am not family
Or familiar
Or famous
And neither did I watch the movie Fame with ya’s
But …
I do think that at times I’ve cared deeply
About peeps crippled and how you say lame
.
Yep!
Really lame
Especially in the brain area.
That’s the lame brain of the greedily insane,
Not sure who’s playin their game
So they Roid up and train
For that end game
In the end zone
Of the unknown
Where only the crows have flown
Out grown and terrified of being mown
Like that gnome in the game of thrones..
Heads up like a prime minister
Yo! He’s  a ‘Game of Tones’
Administering the string n bows
Flying high
Like the kite lost at sea
And, like the high C’s and the low
I sees da truth of this and its like this….
it’s family I know.

And I thought this was what people did ..
Confusing issues hey kid..
Yes!
Very indelibly painful and shameful to say the least
N’ people are talkin’ like its a freaking feast ..
Man, did they kill the beast?
Or did the beast just curl – like french fries in your eyes?
I totally don’t understand the greed in their eyes ..
And how some humans could get so unwise.

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Blindly they swallowed the bottled water of demise
Selling the white daughters stories of black lies
Trussed up by the mistrust and sick lust
They become fair game for any misogynist
Embossed but unimpressed .. I lost it
No longer bound by rose coloured views
The loose ends easily fit alla you’s
and while I never had to hide or mask up another guise
the Earth’s universal inflections sort out all our prioritize
I’m here to learn all I can
get on first name basis with  homeostasis
Sitting .. then standing she cries
Why can’t the world stop buying their lies.

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 Images @ Eminpee Fotography / Melonpopzdropz

And so, My nights are forged in the Dreaming.


By Mary-Ellen Peters.

And So my nights are forged in the dreaming,

Moreover…
My days are filled with sunshine
…and in my eyes, its gleaming!
 Its good to know this day is mine
For me to freely choose the meaning.
Singular moments pass and fall
in conjunction with each other
..in gentle rhythmic time…
Beauty is the gently resting lover
This dot defines the perfect line
With wondrous light filled love
It’s new and its fresh and its constant like no other.IMG 6051  Alone with Nature
Images @ Eminpee Fotography

Gnosis


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 breath
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 …

FRESHER


By Mary Peters
“FRESHER”
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 cowers
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.

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“BRINGIN”


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

IMG 0036 Moving Sunrise

Universe looking awesome at dawn in Urunga NSW

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“A Love that knows no Bounds”


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

IMG 9597 The Dawn in Fog

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.

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FOCUS ..


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

IMG 9907 No Csg Sign

“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.

IMG 9901 Much Security about

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.
only
If we all think we’re defenseless.

IMG 9871 Signs

(“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)

VIGIL


by Mary Peters

Its not a soft Sell..
You have to stop,
…And let it gel
YES
That’s VIGIL!

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
so..
To bring light is a privilege you’ve exhausted
The moment you decided to frack
And you enforced it

So my friends
Do Vigil
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
of
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
So..
#AGL you just have to go.

Police at AGL protest

Police at AGL protest / photo by Jeremy Buckingham

The Mooki Yule.


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!

IMG 7172 Cross roads at Pilliga

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MELTING THE PELTING!


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!

IMG 3873.1 Family Kisses

I love to feel the face of my daughter.. Love!

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THROUGH THE TURNSTYLES ..


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

Controversially speaking
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
Understanding right
the timing of this solar lit hour
Lights blazing in on your darkness now
It’s symbolized by the bunches
The people
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
Its suss
All up,
They didn’t want to discuss much
Preferences like votes get touched up
Munched 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.

Ferral Low Lives


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 ..
aye
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!

IMG 8917.1 At the Rocky River

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THE ROOF OF INJUSTICE.


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!

IMG 0851  Anglican Urunga

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I WANTED IT.


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?

SAM 7498 - Yahoo!

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HUNTIN HUNT!


IMG 6067 Canberra Support

Food and Water is paramount!

Ashes Ashes Funk to Funky…
Everyone knows Hunt needs huntin…

This is for my freaks and my peeps on the front line.
All the Fellah’s holding up colorful signs ..
Prosecuted 4 minding the gates of mines
While Hunt quotes Wikipedia lines!
He’s nothin more than a sell out for a song.
Who’s he kidding acting so wrong
Sinister for the Environment way over spent
Ministerial augmented arguments with no recompense

And you wanna tell us this is all common sense?

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 Klein’s
Yes another latest suit design
Jet-setting the world while the ground cry’s out
A minister for The sinister elite no doubt
Still flogging the same dead horse throughout
The Environment cries out from this defunct stakeout.

Can we order takeAshes too Ashes out?
An order ….A technical short order
A road map to get Hunt lost
lickity 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 against these clowns
lost in mining Public Relation Stations
Sitting, staring at life …yeah – they’re just waiting
Immersed in the lies of the Council of Land
Confused by their promises and blinded by fools gold

Ashes to Ashes, Coast to Coast
We all know Hunts on empty .. he’s a ghost

And so it goes…

This is how some fled from the ancestors of old
Fooled by promises of fools and fools gold
Numb and blind to the ancient of truths
These fellahs who bought it
Those who succumbed
Bought deals of disrespectful doom
Cool and calm in mining corp back rooms
Swapped lore for the murderous white card induction
Essential for selection to the evil inflection
The toxicity of their lack of pity
Runnin from country they head for the Cities
Seeking Blue Sky silly living …
lost to the ancient connection
they joined all the other un-forgiven

Ashes to Ashes, these facts we’re facing
Everyone knows its Hunt we’re casing.

IMG 9892 Uluru Dreaming 2012

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Metgasco Mammon Maggott


METGASCO is a MAMMON MAGGOTT
Come on ICAC bag and tag it
Look inside ,they degrade shit
Cast your eyes upon the lies
of the crooked white collar insider buys
Old doubting Thomas and his friend Joe,
Mates with Obedience
Water was on notice and ordered to go.
Extractin gas from coal seams
Using up Earths quotas
Ergh!!! Blow this
I desired to get inside it
I crawled like a bug minding its business
Checked out the scene and worked out
One Two One Two One Two…
We can dismiss this
Money’s a filthy seed
It leaves only a rank smell
LOL
its what I call greed.
Its the food of business parasites
They latch on to feed.
Hungry like a wolf with each filthy deed.
Hendo’s on a bendo
Got the bankers Men sent home
We caused the land to stand still
and so…
Sharpened our swords for the final kill
ICAC throw the dice more than twice
in this business sacrifice
Got a great price for a pearl
The wisdom of the delicious
Don’t even laugh or dismiss this
I gotta have some fun
Grind up the GAS DRILLERS
Tiered governments
Line the Streets with these killers
and dodgy Electricity biller’s
Drinketh your poison down
You fowl screech owl
Drink the cup you wished for us
Drink your cup of chemical pus
BOOM she BLOWS
Its none other than
THE ICAC BLUNDERBUS!!
Lol LOL LOL!!
Photo: METGASCO is a MAMMON MAGGOTT
Come on ICAC bag and tag it
Look inside ,they degrade shit
Cast your eyes upon the lies
of the crooked white collar insider buys
Old doubting Thomas and his friend Joe,
Mates with Obedience
Water was on notice and ordered to go.
Extractin gas from coal seams
Using up Earths quotas
 Ergh!!! Blow this
I desired to get inside it
I crawled like a bug minding its business
Checked out the scene and worked out
One Two One Two One Two...
We can dismiss this
Money's a filthy seed
It leaves only a rank smell
LOL
its what I call greed.
Its the food of business parasites
They latch on to feed.
Hungry like a wolf with each filthy deed.
Hendo's on a bendo
Got the bankers Men sent home
We caused the land to stand still
and so...
Sharpened our swords for the final kill
ICAC throw the dice more than twice
in this business sacrifice
Got a great price for a pearl
The wisdom of the delicious
Don't even laugh or dismiss this
I gotta have some fun
Grind up the GAS DRILLERS
Tiered governments
Line the Streets with these killers
and dodgy Electricity biller's
Drinketh your poison down
You fowl screech owl
Drink the cup you wished for us
Drink your cup of chemical pus
BOOM she BLOWS 
Its none other than 
THE ICAC BLUNDERBUS!! 
Lol LOL LOL!!
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Bitches be Like!


…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
WHAT MISS?
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!
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Gasong Gentley


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.

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Life’s Kiln . . .


IMG 8057Black Monday at Glenugie

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.

 

“The Garden Section”


IMG 7511 If I stretch

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.

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“RESIDENT RESONANCE”


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 …

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Bunjalung Elder Uncle Lew just finished playing the yidake at Bentley NSW

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The Bentley Star


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I would like to reach out
just catch a star
and 

fly high and so so far
Just reaching out hanging on the coat-tails of a star.
Astarte!
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
and
While I sail on beams across the sky ..
I long for the time when once again we all will fly.

Thats Dedication


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
and privileged
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.

IMG 9973.1 Uluru Dreaming 2012

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FOREN SICK!


Because of the chooks and the feeling I get… today I woke very early and wrote this for the world

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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
we see
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!

We are Moths and our Land is the Light.


We are moths and our land is the light
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

IMG 2013  In a Puddle by Eminpee Fotography

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 this emptiness
in 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 greed monger assholes

IMG 2013  In a Puddle by Eminpee Fotography

ALL in ALL ..
I desire it to fall,
I desire to run it ragged
Run it dry until they all beg
Run them far  into the ground
Grind these bones against the sacred STONES
Evolve the solvent
Master the recipes
Make them LAMENT
And, make them pay a HIGHER RENT.

IMG 2013  In a Puddle by Eminpee Fotography

Physically we can effect this musically
Hit a NOTE … hit it hard
you’re effecting it SPIRIT-WARD
Process this messed up quest
Access this false dominance
Sit alone with trees and living plants
CREATE this

IMG 2013  In a Puddle by Eminpee Fotography

Stand fast .. stand TALL
Quell every CORPORATE Reason..
There is never a SEASON for TREASON
And, according to me you are incarcerated see
Hanging foul in your cold houses
Stored like last years rotten fruit
betrothed to your equally greedy Spouses
Descending with unending condescending
That’ll do it.
Ending in a state and in a condition
We’re Defending our mates using a higher cognition
We undertake and occupy our planets mission.

IMG 2013  In a Puddle by Eminpee Fotography

We partake what we make
It is effective and immediate
Un CLASSIFIED phenomenal people who mediate
We understand
We know the fight
We are but MOTHS
And our LAND is the LIGHT!

Images @ Eminpee Fotography – Puddle

The CSG Whores moan.


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 LOUD
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,
choke it,
poke it …
man light a smoke on it..
This is like a leverage beverage,
so drink up
and
Remember to see the AUSSIE MODALITY
Become a GAS COMPANY #1 FINANCIAL FATALITY..
Don’t lay there tranquilized
Visualize
Realize
Exercise your power
Speak over this $2 dollar shop mining
Aussie style
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

Got me a Tin Doll.


POETRY at FORTY PACES!!! (4:20am SPACES)
IMG 3586 The Yellow and Black Bootee

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 cesspit
Its split  as you spit
Cashing in on highs and lows

Skin weathered leather
Attached to a cosmic feather
Adjust that scale … and where is that heart?

The Yellow-cake chemical heart
It hasn’t beaten
not from the start

Left high and dry and patched in
Patched up…. THATCHERED UP
n’ Left at # 10

Return to SENDER
Minus the Pliny Whiny sendoffs
Its the TIN DOLL LOL

Painfully fashioned
With loads of leather lashing
bite down on that for your constant knashing
What is it you seek?
Is it a higher seat for a sheik
The sheik of Boggy Creek?

M Peters 2o13

I Love my Home – PLANET EARTH


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… 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


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Wake up Tony by David Lowe

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
A.B.BOTT ..
RID YOUR COUNTRY of BOTTS
A.B.BOTT=SPYBOTTS
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
PHONEY HABIT
WONT HE HAVE IT

NAH HE WENT TO GROUND AND HID!

Face Off!


by Mary – Ellen

IMG 3555 Funnel CloudFace 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

IMG 3580 Fabulous Clouds
Polished, and on parade
Shiny like a big ol’ fire brigade
Red and Blazing
Ready for all the ways in
Looking for the doors
To lock out the P.O.R.S.*
LOCK OUT THE FATE
Of greedy ENERGY WHORES!

Glenugie Blockade

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
Stole syntax,
You mixed our words
ENERGY is now a dirty word
Resource is a lie
There is no returning mine source in the sky
Preciousness  repressed
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

Images @ Eminpee Fotography

The Nana Sting


IMG 6884 The Knitting Nannas~ by Mary-Ellen Peters ~ 2013

TRAIN TRIPPING . .
Coffee sipping..
Oil tipping
Ladies Sitting
Needles Knitting..
Hard Hitting..
Very Fitting
SHALE And OIL GAS EXTRACTING —> we’re NOT QUITTING.
No Csg is what we’ll sing
Because,
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.

My Lamps!


IMG 9785 Coffee!

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!
Read,
and re read
This will make your eyes un-blind.

Azure Blue and Brown


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.
Enduring this
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.

“THIS IS THE FIRM – THE STANCE –


“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,
becoming this..
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
gaining understanding
Low conditioning steals EVERYTHING!
This is the wise man and the blind slave!…

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B.T.E.X.


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
GOT 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.

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Equasions work out!


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 .. ..
set alight
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.
As-salam alaykum

Via Flickr:
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…

CSG FEE


Methane Gas makes em cash
Makes us targets For the rash
Methane Gas got companies
There’s a million N one of these!
METGASCO mates Overseas
Share prices down All over town
Energy giants shrinking
CEOs are stinking
Too much twisted thinking
Along with Drill bitz sinking
Glenugie released a gas boogie trance dance
Stops the movement of their gear.
Lock it up, make it stay Here.
So Doubtful Creek Don’t spring a leak!
For this we continue to dance and speak.
NO CSG / no Fracking Fee
Leave us now
1 .. 2 .. 3 –
AUSTRALIA…We will stop them
You Just wait n see! ♥

DRILLING SO n SO’s


Australian Securities Exchange

Australian Securities Exchange (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

THE METGASCO FIASCO and all the other DRILLING SO n SOs ..
Take our hits and remember our blows..
this isn’t a Wind in the Willows
This is gonna take your job from the DRILL HOSE …
See how that goes.
With some low blows
To the ASX we froze..
WHOA … hows that baby ..
We got you right on the nose!
So on the nose you’re rank with ya poison water tank..
When you’s are broke and on the street
Look back and you will know it was us…. Sweet!
IMG 6975 LTG President Drew with GLENUGIE Guardians

See mummy and mee


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I never ever had a mother to love…

Dunno what its like..

Sometimes I sit on the toilet to pee

and wonder

how did I learn to do all of this

with no MUMMEE!

How did I learn to pee..

How did I get to see…

and how the hell do I know who is me.

I don’t always feel free

I feel like they stole so much of me..

I want to feel like the others, see..

I just always wondered how it would be.

I never had a Mumma to love me

and so I often wonder just how that would be.

I sit on the toilet and think …

how did I learn to pee

and how the hell did I even grow enough to be this me.

I just wondered what it would be like

..for me..

I wonder if that would give a person the feeling of being free.

See…

I think I am a coconut …

I just fell out of a tree and hit the ground and stuff.

Life has been hard …

hitting the ground I whispard ..

Mummy come back

I didn’t mean art!

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Seismic Excise


Juggies go home
That’s the call of this Seismic excise
its an exercise without a book
have a good long look.
I get a rise and its not the sun..
I think that Metgasco is jumpin the gun
whoa  A oh
No fun left under my sun

MetGasCo gate & signs

MetGasCo gate & signs (Photo credit: Jeremy Buckingham MLC)

Get that Metgasco fiasco drum

Belt it out
Coz I already felt it out
and man its time to scream n shout :
Stop Fracking my heart about
My angst is up and in abound and I’m fairly sure
you lot are gonna get crowned
By the land you walk on’
It is waiting to take you DOWN .. down down way underground
Whoa A oh!
No fun left under my sun
Get that Metgasco fiasco drum
Belt it out
Scream n shout
Tell these fks to get the fk out!!!!!
Recently I snapped my friend River at the ROCK THE GATE event in Bellingen NSW .. we appose this type of violence against the mother earth.

FULCRUM of PEACE


Effect the connect and inspect that Dodec . . .
Tame my Impala
Hands up to the natural from here to Guatemala
This is where stars grin
Bustin out ..
Bursting with loves tail spin
Eyeball this handiwork of several angelic friends
Sight the heavens they amend
Making me spellbound forever
salaam Alaikum
Let peace be our only fulcrum
A lever to Love and a switch to Light
This universe is electric
Feel …..

Drinking sunshine and stars and feasting on Light
Nothing that is heavenly is ever contrite!
A cup of loveliness please

Spot on, weight for height.

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Images @ Melonpopzdropz Flickr

What I see a year on from “Occupy”


My views on Occupy and the uniting of the 99% a year later are probably not unlike a lot of others who may participate in sharing their opinions via this blogging exercise.   In the beginning I was elated and that excitement soon turned to fear.  Fear for these people who were camping out in New York.   I was worried  because of my mistrust of the US Government and their decisions where their own people are concerned.  I then pondered whether or not if the entire Occupy movement had been set up by the CIA to see who was who and who was going to stand up.  A way of them counting heads, you might say.

I was totally in favor of the entire movement in theory and I totally appreciated the science behind the movement.  The people the world over need to wake up and see what is happening though.  Still to this day there is a great number who are still asleep.   These are the Sheople.

With Christmas fast approaching just after Occupy sprung up I was gripped with the thought of the notorious Santa Chair at the Shopping Center. I had thought  how much this experience had grown in cost and package.  This too had become another iconic money making tool and the prices were climbing beyond what some families could afford and in this case it was  for the novelty of  a visit to Santa.

My friend and I were shopping and Santa had left his post and  gone off for a break , his chair was vacant.   I maneuvered over the gold cord enclosure and sat in the chair feet up over the side of the big chair arms.   My friend took photographs.  We did this for the express reason of making a meme Occupy Santa.  The commercialism of Christmas and the heartache that is caused because of lack of family finances is what highlighted this.  Large corporations were the ones benefiting here and families were suffering year after year and going deeper into debt.

Doing this photograph  was  a little bit of light relief as, personally, I no longer take part in the Shopping Center Santa charade.   I had given  this up long before.  My friends soon caught on to the idea.    They had their own experiences.  They had found that to go to our local tip was becoming an expense that was out of  the ordinary peoples reach.  We used to have a wonderful recycling depot but council decided it could make money and gave the contract up to others who became expensive and no one visited and the place went broke.  So they did a meme of OCCUPY THE TIP.   I did understand fully as soon as I saw this.  We were being screwed here on the ground for the simple things.

Occupy The Tip by Lynne Sanders Braithwaite

With the passing of time I  can see now that there has been a huge shift in the psyche of a section of people who were seriously unaware of the huge chasms of differences.  This was a learning curve for these ones who have been so cocooned in luxury.

There are people who are just so filthy rich that it is absolutely ludicrous to think they have any idea.  Never  having any perception of  what it is like to wait for anything they ever  needed.  It was all already there.  Education for these rich unfortunates was taken care of.  Housing issues  are hilarious because to these people the issue is  – which house, not what house?

Here in Australia the spot light shines squarely on Ms Gina Rinehart.  A very very wealthy woman indeed.  Her net worth is silly figures.  All from digging the wealth of many people out of the ground and selling it.  She inherited her wealth from her deceased father who was an infamous mining magnate.  She has taken on his persona  and has taken to looking down upon the workers in such a way that is more than outrageous,  from anyone, let alone her.

A month ago in a media conference she announced  her  stance on how Gina sees it all.  She said that Australians should work for $2.00 a day and that we should stop going out.   That was how Gina Rinehart, one of the wealthiest woman in the entire world said we would overcome being poor.  Her views were not well received as you could imagine.  The woman had clearly lost touch.  Her next comment was that she was going to source her workforce for the Australian mines from Africa because they will work for $2.00 a day.   Why and how does she  get to even voice this is what I wonder.   A great and formidable reason for Occupy in Australia

Occupy Wall Street

Occupy Wall Street (Photo credit: InSapphoWeTrust)

Strange woman, how could anyone in their right and sane mind even have any respect for any of her views on anything now given that tirade. The future is dim when this is the marking stick she is  already holding up.

The marking stick I speak of is the way in which the ordinary 99% are viewed by these wealthy elite.  These people feed off the people in such a way that its almost like a constant harvest on us all.  It is well known that the 1% own forty percent of the wealth

Australia bears a huge divide  in the workforce alone with out all of the other financial setbacks experienced.  We call it the working poor.  These working poor  are so tied up with debt.  Their income is from low paying jobs.  The dream to ever be debt free has long gone and the light at the end of that working tunnel has almost been snuffed out by endless cycle of debts.

Some of those debts are not from mad spending sprees at Christmas (although a lot is)  some of this is because the little guy gets nailed each time there are changes in the legislation.  All the taxes change.  Systems change.  People are bound up in confusion trying to master yet another system of the ways things must be done.

The governments both state and federal appear to have no conscience  anymore.  When it comes to big business, it is clear that the these  governing bodies interests are  centered fairly and squarely around the economic forecasts and trade agreements.  Large corporations which are in turn owned by the super rich just keep  churning out their  ecocide  and genocide  using cunning tactics through business.  While hiding behind big business, the rich are wiping out the  countries natural beauty all for  the big bucks  of mining and all  without conscience.

There exist huge  tax breaks for rich as apposed to the poorer working and what tax breaks they are given.  The working man is sick of this.  The occupy movement has highlighted a lot for us  in Australia,  more needs to happen still.   We clearly see we should not follow the American way of doing things and should we,  then this is our future in this country also.

If you don’t have a personal net wealth of at least 30 million dollars then you are not part of the 1%.  Just being well off does not cut it.  The kind of wealth we are speaking of in this description lets a lot of people off the hook who were feeling guilty.  Guilt being the operative word here as it seems that the 1% feel no guilt.

So feeling guilty automatically discounts you from the 1% also.  The world is not in a safe place with these major players having so much power to manipulate an entire generation of people with the incremental rubbish constantly peddled out  to make their faceless companies more and more money.

Across the board, and by this I mean the world over,  we are waking up.  This has been a long and frustrating haul.   It is clear we were all brainwashed in a fashion.  We can see this happened so slowly so as to become good little slaves and always remain so in the workforce.    This workforce controlled primarily through debt and interest rates and wage levels.  And so like good people should they get tied to a debt for a mortgage.  This mortgage is fraught with interests rates that can make or break a family.  Is that freedom?

I don’t think it is freedom.  Although there will be plenty who argue that I am severely disillusioned with my thoughts on this.  You may say this,  my track record for predicting such things shows otherwise.

This is the sort of thing that Occupy represents to me.  An entire movement of people the world over who are in this boat together and together we recognize we do have power.  Crisis brings change and the financial crisis that brought this movement about was bound to occur.  This crisis has brought change and some of this is positive.  Some of it isn’t as we see bridging this divide a difficult and insurmountable task at best.

Images @ Melonpopzdropz Flickr

The Iron Whore


gina rinehart rijkste vrouw ter wereld

Tax the Grease drippin off that Gina piece…
Clag that rag and glue it
I’m fully through with it
She’s so rank the file didn’t show

Have you got a charger on the depths that you go?
Idea!
I lend you one just so you can blow.
and fly faster than a FIFO
Snap, Crackle,  Pop
You dropped on ya mates Metgasco plot
and you come up lookin like a HOT SHOT

bluecode

I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden
I said… a hole and that’s a bargain!
I’m sick of hearing  your mining Jargon
and hearin’ about your energy cargons
This is the word …
you’re too far gone,
Even for Lygone
That street makes you look light on
Then I see a sign.
its nailed to a post ..
it says ” Gina Rine lives here –
like a ghost
That’s her –
No heart
Its at  Hope Downs that part.

She’s on the grease
And she’s  slippin down town
To get  some coal Siding gowns
and she’s  finally  caught in her own BAR  net
She leaves no smash mystery
and makes her own history
She is caught like a sauerkraut
in a German fair
Gina is the WA Germ
Handle with Care
Its a WA Burke affair
That’s the  place where they sell burqas  there

Not Fragile
Not Agile
But fully up on the Argyle file
and the boys down the golden mile
Shes full up..
she’s  chockers
No room inside
for MEN or hearts
Pfft  or useless body parts

GinA has a money truck to drag around
instead of a purse
Gina runs on money
Gina’s money herse
.. yeah shes a filthy greenback
with a heart 2 FRACK nature
She looks like an old  Hancock geisha
with a fist full of  – I HATE YA –

Rich ain’t gonna cut it baby”
In heaven
we’ll be still  gunnin lady
you’ll be off in the distance
and at least that’s not a maybe

and Hey Lady.. heres the Koo

The Philly angels won’t even serve you
They will ignore you and desert you
And get you a  plate of your own virtue
That’s what stings and finally hurts you..
Eating a Gina sized bowl of your own virtue!

Gina Rinehart

GINA RINEHART… has zero idea!  $2.oo a day she said we should
be paid to work.  This is a woman who is a billionairess.. she didn’t even
work for it!  She is a freak with out a sheik!   She is an Iron Whore!

The USA Farmer


Obama wasn’t a farmer
And he wasn’t like me and you
he was hand picked
and his face covered in tissue

He was remodeled and remade
he looked a lot like a Laden
I’m afraid

But who are we to speak out
or even try to dissuade
the evil that still pervades

This tirade using YouTube..
what you think?
we are all newbs

This is a sad day even in hell
Coz if it were true…
you would put ur own mother up
to sell the Pell Mell of this living USA Hell!
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Images @ Melonpopzdropz Flickr

Emasse this Gas Madness


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Fighting Coal Seam Gas
All their rosey forecasts
Tara ain’t no gasoline alley
Get with the program and tally
Sitting under a sally wattle
With a water bottle that cant be drunk ..
and pipes trucked in and fully sunk..
The smell is rank
and there’s death in alla the water tanks ..
Who is it now,  I was supposed to thank?

Oh yeah, thanks Julia with the red red hair..
We all knew you was lying
and we knew you never cared.
Your impaired ..
coz motherhood scared you
and you never dared..
You just ok’d another disgrace down at LEARD..
Nah I’m straight
I got this fully squared
coz you’re bitch polly who played switch dolly..
and I’m not gonna be your soft molly!
I wanna shut you down like the Ford shop trolley..Got me a deep deep frown
As deep as the holes you left in my mothers ground
It’s deep and its hell spreading round
And down here on the ground
Where the people are told to shut up
and Don’t make a sound
You betcha I will not be drowned
by this bullshit you
designed to confound
I will still come up for air ….
wait coz we will be watching you’re despair
yeah yeah ..
I think that would be fairly fair
considering the lands
and all of this you’ve murdered
and impaired
Leaving us Zero hope of ever being repaired.
Wordz and images by Mezza 2012

Ex Nihilo


Ex Nihilo – is Latin for something from nothing…
Creatio Ex Nihilo  means creating something out of nothingness.

Poetry is the same.  It comes from a gap or space with a desire to fill out the will!
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Well well well while you are all sucking on your shiny silver sixpence
I  spent my time eating gold  and listening to my sixth sense..
Sad and immense was the  glory of Ex Nihilo
Now I’m sitting back
Feasting on food in Filo
I’m watching the weaknesses in your defense.
You’re gonna survive this?

Well well well while you are all sucking on your shiny silver sixpence
I  spent my time eating gold  and listening to my sixth sense..
Sad and immense was the  glory of Ex Nihilo
Now I’m sitting back
Feasting on food in Filo
I’m watching the weaknesses in your defense.
You’re gonna survive this?

Relentless  blasts  to your head mast
The stones were cast
The years numbered 12 .. and you wanted it fast
That was the simple stuff.
So here’s the juice  on what’s really uncouth..
You fell through the roof of the world
All of your darkness unfurled,
You got several  Muslim lovers yeah?
I’m running to uncover this,  sang the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
Written to her lover and to every other and all the names it bears
Yeah that’s fair.
You run to mother a crim?  Meh! that makes life dim and you fried your sim
This is Sim City and we’re setting jellies,
In all the pretty color’s
This is for  you fellahs  Blow your bellies up.
Up there!

It would be nice to skill you and make you look sharp.
Pop the message straight in your heart,
That’s so deranged  But like you said
That’s your favorite part.

Your a tad necro
I seen you eat death row with your meth so….
Lose the mess you left,
hearing the re dress I eyeballed the pools of Cess
man oh man  it was countless.

Dearly beloved
Let us join  this together in the east wing,
Creatio ex Nihilo
This is not for the cynical brother
This is for the ones who have awakened and who understand
your blackened and loveless heart
Is immature and cant start.

Get this Internal…


Break alla the rules N use alla the musical tools
coz experimentation brings a new elation
to the level of syncopation ♥ and the lyrical meditation…
Just saying….
It clears the mess n relieves the stress
and clears the way for what time on earth is left.
Where does it begin and does it have an end?
My guess is its pretty eternal …
the seat of it is fully infernal
and I gotta get me some of that internal.
I wanna write a solar journal
and refine this shit like KURNell..
Bring back the Light n Love
and stop them ringing a death Nell on Pell Mell.
The swell is rising
and that deadly shine is on my horizon ..
I stand there daily.. hands on hips like Hailey..
I was Once a drop of hot water …
shot from the heavens to become a Billy’s daughter …
Fired directly at this world like I was an unwanted mortar.
Break the rules n don’t become en-tooled ..
leave a thread or two left on your mutha loaded spool
and chill…
and sit still on the window sill of life
whittling away what is left of all your old strife!
(Eminpee)

Image by Mezza The Fairground at Bellingen Show

facecrack


Facecrack, whose crack?


Crackface.. yep it could be called Fkbook,
OR down on my luck book and ppl fully suck –  Look.
LMS to impress and TBH a lot of it is…. fake-crack…
He’s got my mrs tagged / I hate that / ..

OH FOOK take another long look /
Crack the day with what its got to say …..
100 ppl wished me happy birthday..
Face to face they wouldn’t say boo on any day..
Too busy posting in a hurr-ay to some other fake Page /
Doin another rage on …..EARTH DAY /
Update your Facecrack quick…
And stop bitchin
Coz we done hyjacked that shit.

Images and Rhyme by Mezza ( Mary Peters) 2012

I will just sit by the phone.



Always wen i bin out wandering till dawn
song teddy still has a song inside him he gives me to sing along.
Gotta flex it…
and win this next one….
bitterly sick of missing it masking the right kind of fun.
Stuck fast in this long grass in the burning summer sun..”
smack down coz you had the real gunz and what the hell /
did you even know the true hell you begun.
I can’t come I can’t tell anyone …
but they gave out the encouragement award for this one
with no understanding
how dangerous and cantankerousness this bizzness is

You think you’re that good and I am worth less.
I listened to the redneck mother and the over protective brother
and the 2 hussy hick sistas
and i think this is the list that some missed
while you were running for cover to get an iga lover.
I can’t get past this stuff and its hard to recover
when there is this instance of your friends you have undercover
acting really really dirty
like another lover.
Its so obvious
this is the only way you could ever really hurt me.

Me getting tough was never gonna  be enough
Not if you could get away with calling all their bluffs.
The reality in this brutality is actually sitting factually in your lap
and when the gods do see they are gonna go hell whack
and when that happens the whole world will turn dead black.
… Your hacked ..sacked and stuck
coz your a gambling addiction with out a true crucifixion..
You already crossed me
and I wont stop see
till they lost you at sea see
and I am finally
Really really free see!

LA LA LacrossE..


Man I think its time to sit down and invent some rhyme to relieve that hectic stress inside
That’s what its like when your depressed inside… you wanna hide …
hang on to your miserable pride..
Hectic as coz I thought it died,
Hey I lied…. But that’s how it is when all you do is try!
I bought it, I believed it..  I let you tweet me alla UR two bit bullshit
get the net and yet you threaten it
And get set to delete me pretty damn quick
I’m Lost!
This isn’t the way across  and it sure’s not as easy as lacrosse
It’s a heavy wooden cross and I am carrying it in my carry on
Still holding the candle and still going strong,
Still waiting for you to come and tag along.
Your addicted to Flying high,  and I’m scared I’m gonna die
Go all the way there .. go on
I don’t know why you even carry a care bear.
And Why I smother and die.
Why I would even bother to try
La la so lent out .. Get your tent out
Its time to go higher man  like an always hire fire can .
That’s what happens when you don’t do whatcha told by the ugly arsed sire-man
That’s the dick and his plan
That’s the one who slept with IGA chicks… coz he can.
All while checkin his slimy chick flicks
LOL
All the ones with false tits
Hell I was more than over this and I was the one responsible for the years
Yeah right!
and your brain done got put on a flight
Either that or your suffering from some sorta blight
coz man you still ain’t seen that fkn light!
Dressed in ya black n whites  and stand out front just lookin for fights
Is it any wonder you live near Funda.. and chunder on the way down under
You’re a weak kneed piece of strife and I let you take away all but most of my life
Imma get tough now.. I got me a new bow wow..
YOUR  so Left behind

and still its with your hand on your dick you grind ..
Get a phone coz your alone
LOL
your looking for your next cash cow to own

and troll!
and chuck round like a lost rag doll.

My Hearts and roses / Your cut apart and loaded ..

Image by Brice Brennan – Mezza in the window with Red Roses.

The Foundry of Life


I have  decided that the politicians are the true terrorists of this world and they have many weapons of choice,

They choke you and provoke you
till there is no voice and so they smoke you
Its supposed to be better
and man its just getting worse!
Its a Novocaine society
hooked on a no brainer sobriety
and all of its hideous hidden hilarity.

everyone walking the same walk . .
everyone dressed in the same cloths brands …
talkin the same talk man
they are mercenary souljars of misfortune
making pain our doom
and they are ruthless as they size this up and take aim
Ruth left coz even she couldn’t stand the pain

People cried out but then they left before they came…
it never changes and its so lamed brained
this same old same old
stays the same…
its a deadly game playing with the insane.

Why?
Because you think the same?
They are a stain inside this freeze frame…
surrounding us with their pitiful disdain
and leaving us all screaming out in pain.

Its a deadly game with a lame name
Politics.. that’s policy mixed with bombs
and what you think is yager
Is really Carole Bayer sager
and what we though we smelt
Was the foundry of life..
Get outta bounds man
and your in strife for life

I got a blade to slice this
and wipe up all our blood spilled
The gaping gash that you fill with cash
I rip open and re mash till ur killed
That makes me iller
Not a killer
Your the killer
I watched it as you filmed her.

She was our life
she was plagued with government strife
making it tough for anyone left to stand alone
Caught cold there on that cell phone
Now your Clinging to a life you don’t even own

I hear the final roar .. these days I actually hear it more
I will know when its your turn to take the final walk out the door
It comes with the territory of being poor
Looking around at others who never stop wanting more

Irrelevant… it wouldn’t even matter if you were a celebrant
I have seen you as you gallivant like your Adam Ant
Witnessed you call in the troops and do the coup (coo)
You really never cared you said anyone would do.
Yep you said that’s what you would do.

Backgammon on Life

Image and words by Mezza – My Backgammon board well used.

  • Pain (shutteredintentions.wordpress.com)

Around…


Hey Lady
haven’t you climbed enough stairs to the other side?
Did you get to gaze upon the jeweled ocean
or were you just too tired.
I have hired them just like he sired them
and loaded it all ready, to fire back at him.
The light of love got dimmer
and the sound it made got even thinner..
I wondered for a second …


I stopped and looked around..
there were bodies fallin on the ground..
Some were hanging and some had fallen all the way down ..
And shit man..
that is the horrible scene I found.
The trouble here was
he was near to us
and he sure were’nt dear to us.
I was wishing a bus would appear to us..
bring us some beers for us..
and maybe drive those stinging tears from us.

There is no resolution
in this invalid revolution.
N the minds are twisted with your bullshit pollution.
You ain’t ever offered a proper solution.
Your the reason this family was up for execution.
You spread stories saying that we’re using?
I know man your a serial abuser
and a two bit loser /
Call on me to make the final call..
your curtain was ripped down…
sit down..
yep that’s about it ..
that’s all I wanted to say!
Fakes fade in the end either way.

Image – Log at Hungry Head Beach 2011

 

DUSTED..


So in 17 hours it will be done and dusted
and I will have gone on and had fun makin home made custard
pity is I wasted so much on a bastard..
one who has issues bigger than my man fast Ed..
he was always cleverish
foolin you ALL with gibberish
and gee I wished I was immune to this …
the kiss from SETH like a kiss of death /
man you were the ONLY one on ‘crystal meth’..
and you loaded me up to attempt to snuff it out /
pfft you don’t even make a dent.

I was just plumb tuckered out
as you put me on a row of death.
I write this now and couldn’t care less
as the sirens raw /I know I saw what I saw!!
You keep lookin over your shoulder /
it’s gonna hit ya like Kata Tjuta boulders ..
Yep bad memories my friend; Bad memories!
I am aware that these are your keys..
and that your next home will be in pushin daisies in Hades…
and I suppose I shouldn’t even say this!
But its a way of life
and I suffered way too much at your hands as a wife.
I took this on man
and what was so scary
I was willing for life.
that’s the commitment of being a wife in the church house of Life.. Life house could do with a major spiritual douse …
its brimming with Satan’s trimmings
and you lot get led off the edge just like the lemmings
and you don’t think twice about actually
seeing who is naughty or nice
factually!

Image by Mezza – At  Uttungan

Good Morning Friday


Two Geminis at war with their emotions..

Good Morning Friday your such a friend…
Damn Its nice we’re such good mates
and
that I even want to see you that soon again..
The year is so like nearly done …
Its been a year it seems
12 months of glossy moonbeams
tinkling down around my mothered frown /
illuminating it good enough to show me this bit /
YEP im impossible to fitted n kitted!!
WHY?
coz for appearance it was about shedding buckets ‘o tears for ones who couldn’t care less..
and taking flight from my essential fears …
every night and dawning../
A year of being hit up the back of the head
with out even firing a warning..
2012 meh ..
time to piss off n do away with useless tears.
My bucket dried up
and I simply had to get tough
and stand up
screaming enough is enough.
For a woman ..I had to man up,
Swallow some of whats pretty poisonous stuff..
Regurgitation of my emerging reputation was always going to erupt stuff /
meh that’s life love.
and you can put away your white glove ..
I am entering 2012 on the wings of my brand new blessed peace dove.
ILY all so … hang in with me ..
lets all walk on tall ..
hey where  is some heels?
Time to out do red foo sky blue and you too /
Imma foot soldier shedding some coptic light!

CLISM


Its Christmas Eve
and the clouds don’t wanna leave
Exit our sky and say good bye . ..
Looks like it could be the entire reason why
I guess Coz,  serves to hide my eyes
and the hurt sadness buys..
I will always miss “Them” this time of  year
and we all know things arent the way they appear
I will never understand the unfairness of YOUR “fair”.
It won’t be fair
Not until you  cast the dye of death in the air ..
Vindication syndication
I’s written into the syncopation of every breath ..
It’s so hard just waitin for your meth years
to take effect here
yeah yeah
and the your alcoholic liver to reject in fear.
In Fact
I am pretty sure your Devilish pact
is your protective covering bract
plucked up to cover your act.
I just gotta breathe
and hang onto the whats left in me
that’s brave bit still there see
We watch what’s left in you
the sick n depraved….
blow it away yeah
We’re fully sick of your unfair share
your wishes make everything cataclysmic
Trying on all of your dirty old tricks
Playing us all like a game of tic tac toe>

SO . . .

This is my wish
This is what I want for this Christmas Mish!
A one long delicious breath
without any of yous in it or left!!
Your one quake away
from me seeing your’ fake’ give way,
and your body melting
and seeing you go to hell for everything..

It is a sad song to sing
there isn’t even any left of anything.
The storms cast the forms past
Wish I had let you enjoy your final blast!
Instead I tread the steps to pick up what you left
and all I see man is its gonna have to be Death.

I think its not hilarious that your pathetic ism
is considered athleticism in the catholic cataclysm
when we all see you leaving
you’re  sleeping
spiders on your bed
they is crawling N creepin outta your head!
Man its hard  forgetting
and I’m sure betting
this won’t even help with the blood letting
years n years of watching all your ILLICIT petting
Special on  IGA playthings ..
I get a feeling that your finally seeing
there’s a roof, and a final ceiling.
I cant help it now .. You know
without my children’s love
there is a final hour.
The day I choose to live  /the way that I choose to give
The fallout from all your dark secrets you hid.
It must be hard inside the skin in which you live.

A pathetic Poem….about a pathetic situation .. Brought about by pathetic people.

tienda de normanda / the lolly shop.


aww babii… Im so glad I got your defeat offa repeat..
See  lookin at it
I was not feeling whole
Not complete.
I saw you sitting on that seat as
I looked towards Anita’s
I couldn’t help but feel this
the heat
noticeably indiscreet was emanating.
I just couldn’t say anything.
I voted man with ma feet
and copped their heat
and its really dirty now
im the one who’s feelin a feelin of defeat.
allowing this nonsense to repeat.

Your still sweet
your still the sweet on the top shelf
of life’s lolly shop ..
and alla dat heat I cop ..
I guess that’s the dross that drops
when everything else is poppin
and there’s just us
and we love so much
we don’t even need to go shoppin..

god

GOD..

I love you babii
The defeat is just the back roads
Drivin to erode the love that God looked down at us and throwed..
coz he knowed us
so I will not be defeated
or mistreated..
I got you
The rest is deleted.

Image by the|G|™ via Flickr

Just MENT..


Its wrong to wonder..
but I wonder why it is that most people are so cruel and heartless
and gutless…
We will never ever see life the way most others do
brought up without love and encouragement so ugly but true.
Facing HELL each day and having no say as a small person
affects people forever.. Makes everything weathered like strong unbreakable leather

Why are these so called good people shallow and false..
hiding behind Dr’s prescriptions
and so called filthy employment
and you really think this gives you rites Yeah..
to that illicit behavior and radical dissent
I don’t even miss you when I’m breathing
I wont ever kiss you again as your leaving ..
I cannot go on grieving for the endless acts of deceiving
designed to get a body seething.
I know this feeling well..
You see it clear tied to a cloths line
make no sound an don’t whine .
that’s the way they would say.
Cruelty and endless childhood torture should end.
It should not be carried on by others who pretend.

There is a tiny light..
way up ahead
and fairly outta site
but its the place to go to escape the endless human bite.
Black and white is how it seems …
it leaves you feeling like your bursting bubbles
and weak arsed dreams..
All the good things.
One would say whats the point then.
Why would anyone try then.
That’s not real
that’s just a bunch of idiots directing the keel.
Is that how life really really is.
NO it cant be.
You cant drink endlessly
and then get sympathy
It just don’t add up see.
I can only see this same reflection of preselection.
You will never have what we have ..
you keep your falsity..
we will have whats real and pretty.
Your end wont be so nice
coz u do know it does come at a price.
Get your hubby gift boxed brass bows and locks..
big refuse blocks too..
Man its over when comes home and it all topples on top of you!

Burnt leaves at the Beach

Image by MezzA – Hungry Head 2011

 

Updated Update..


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SO Update your update
Hmmm
so at least it don’t say what’s on your mind anymore!
And what for? That was fully hectic ..
No more Guts spilling..
more like a Twitter billing!
Don’t have to tell you about the dreams of murder and killing!
My status is this : Energetic..
In your face ..
in place
of the other ordinary disgraces ..
I taste these
and I see too much
and and remember too clear
and wonder What the hell ..
how’d you get to be so revered ..
You cheered and smeared a leer..
and you did it all under the guise of being a wigged out SEER..
Yeah I bottled the tears
and this is the beginning
and the time has come to start swapping em
for all of those FEARS!
Yessum
the day is here
and there isn’t anymore guessin..
I got treasure
and you lot are fully Trashed ..
I got the miss Australia Sash ..
Got the cash
and I sit patiently to mash up what airwaves are left after I RAN into it
like a scuttled pump from the bilge ..
runnin scared from the valley village!
too many idiots sighting dumb shit..
What the heck
I cant sit and listen to dead headed
half wits!
Update this update now before its way too late.

Image of Mosaic in Nambucca Heads NSW  by Mezza. 2011

Twitter Image via CrunchBase

A rhyme about Faerie O’THIEF. . POETRY


Faery o' the Vine

Faerie o the vine! Image by Kathy Crabbe via Flickr

On and on and on and on I step out the front door and im gone …..

walking onto clean Largo blancas arenas..
Holy shit man you should have seen us..
Breaking down underneath with a Faerie O thief..
none other than just a poor poor repeat

set up with a view to the ocean ..
Man she stinks of stale sun lotion .
where the hell did you get that notion.
I ran into it ..put my ran into it ..
blew it hard and fully up…
got into the services..
Watching her gets us all pretty nervous and
leaves you wondering was any of it worth this.
I see this psycho dude..
I couldnt help laughing as he lifted the entire mood..
did it better than Faerie O’ Thief could ever do!

On and on and on I step  out that front door and im gone!
What the.. she is fully hectic and totally a heretic /
a sick reminiscent ..
I heard her wasted argument.
I’d rather the crickets call
than her voice any where at all ..
that’s what I meant.
She came at me with full intent
and I cant stop at one O’Thief…
I got too much sadness n grief,
and a ton of freaking tea leaf!
I wanna smash that faerie O ‘Thief
straight in her supported teeth.
Goodness grief
we met at wilsons downfall
in the performing arts hall ..
scrawled lottsa mad writings on the wall
and fully got wayward and went totally awol. ”
Picked up by the force out on patrol..
wasting your time and mine,
man is her office a full on hole.
auntie can you wait there for the shipment of gold…
went under unsold im told!

A beast came alive when obesity came n lied to me /
TEE HEE!
I WAS a little sleepy
while i was trying to not cry too many ..
No wetness this time..
no crime left for us sublime..
im fine ..wheres your fine..
Im tryin to not list this lot and sit pat here on the block..
Holy fock whats the latest drop in their little “Rot Plot”!

Police station in Nambucca Heads

Snotty nosed
little smart arse posers..
got no clue and never ever bought you any roses.
Whats the tint on the metal?
Its designed to get you fully unsettled
and leave you wondering n wishin with every cell.

It is totally inter spacial..
and you will need a surgery facial.
Coz your running and your shit is fully fecal!
and your so thin like a Lizzy you come across fairly pissee
and and SNAP /
your in my Gap
and you ain’t never gonna perform in Brissy .. the valley or Real talk..
cause SNAP
they Know your weak and powdered..
like the crowd said
Your just like chalk..
Your so like a skinny arsed little dork /
Oh fork Your Nic’d
your in now for us all to pick..
coz lol we know your a fully sick prick!

theft

Theft

DIALECT..


Sit awhile and bend some words till they look like ironed IGA shirts / Sit here with me while this shit still hurts / Meh!        Lets twist em up.. I’m good at this and but there’s never enuff … Not to fill the F.A. Cup,  .. Hell hey / Are you kidding .. this is war. We announced it and got shit faced and bounced a bit.. waited till the fair grounds were fit. waited till the right time we call perfect coz these faggots have been more than insurrect and I suggest we select a few so as to kill to protect our original dialect!

Never neglect the dialect or the  past  will shoot right past you..  I wanna  pull out the big one and just blast you.  Rip off the rags and unmask  you.  Yeah that’ll get it on the pages of “Who’s Who”.  Journalism gets  a baptism and its by fire.  Bang it into your head / your rhymes are simply to simple /   it hardly raises a dimple. Meh!  I get to limp a little / but hell man you should be causing much more than this pussy arsed ripple!

Latch onto this like a grease nipple and soon you will tell..  there is much more to this little death Nell.   Hell  was a mish while you were gone I smoked all you left in the dish.   Rockin it now with the chocolate brow.. chocolate starfish sounds like the faggot got tied to the TV tower.

Don’t let him come down.. when he’s down he’s just a weird arsed clown in a bedtime nightgown..  Sleeping with Batman hey Robyn ..  Boy I wonder is it just the Campbell’s ur robbin  /  you’ll end up bobbin man  and I  be laughing and  I be loving the drowning of those sorrows..  black or otherwise /  I hear you choking coz your just a bloke and i’m cheering to see you outta ur disguise.

So She flies to another ..  Red robyn breast ..  a tiny bird caressed …  and Nar i’m not poppin this in jest! .. Imma give it to you and put a hole right through your tiny Flat chest. ..  The powers are waiting to hear this behest!  Your not real tall so don’t fall there Lest you fall coz your not a tall mare/ you fail to see the writing on the wall there / you didn’t see that you were so childlike.. and he likes a little drink spike.   ~   I know … The story echos in my head .. fills me with hatred and a sick arsed dred and feeling that real blood is needin to  be shed!
Ready yet?..
I’m ready like gimme first shot /  I wanna blow him 2 a blot.   Thanks alot for the first shot..  now to celebrate .. think I will take a ride down Pilot street OH great and now the hero does  a simple meet n greet and gets trending and this stuffs never ending … and we are all still bending words and folding it  / Haterz fallen through simple dialect left for us to dissect  / cut clean through like an insect hitting hard against the grill bit. Yeah thats about it!

Images by Mezza – Insect on the back door and bird in the back yard.

Down on the border


My Cordyline is just fine.

Propped upon the blue chair behind the Red Cordyline
is where I hide when im feeling Borderline..
The moments of frustration .. the moments of elation
the same feelings I know are yours and mine.
I dropped in on the truth there and unwound what was yours and what was mine
and I saw it all fall like the starz in november..
Shooting down everything I can remember
all the way back to that September..
Events too intense two thousand o nine
was the reason I was left
abandoned on the borderline!
Step back in time ….the true crime wasn’t mine.
How could this be?
Tell me what you see?

Meh! I still see my babies N me.

FORGIVE ME /.


…..I was barely raised.. I understand that one! and barely praised! leaves ya feeling warped n a little crazed like cracks in china .. bein still alive and free ta right all my one liners / some are about yoni’s n vaginas but hectic I loved proof quick tempered.. d12 gets ya self mentored coz its about the music in the end we all record and true that some of it is fully demented!

gps


Coppers messing with THE GPS n im guessing this is a lesson we gonna wish we weren’t confessing / professional congressional mess n all! Drive me up the wall / drive me till we heed the call.. Meet you at the Mall .. All in all listen up Don’t take that final fall!

Halls of Justice .. they’ve already discussed this … NWO flow ain’t gonna take down this average Joe like its some maverick show.. This is way too serious to get delirious and not make a fuss / Plus the percentages are outweighing your govt integers / I got secret ledgers and a book of names .. Yo the USA and all its dodgy arsed claims .. and its citizens it frames .. Presidents loading bases like these are baseball gamez! / Placing well placed planes into skyscraper lanes and causing da earth to feel hellish labor pains / ill gotten gains …in AA planes. Feigns the terrorist reigns .. and canes the nearest an dearest / its gone  to a level just insane!

Its plain to see i seen the planes fly into it see.. I read the warnings dayz before / the writing was on the door.. the walls and the floor! You want proof.. then drink some more / coz this is the brink and its gonna sink ya’s all if you take the mark, the code / the final cut is  your abode.
I knowed it would happen / I wasn’t idly chattin.. it was deadly serious verbatim .. They payed them.. and we sat back and let it happen!

Listen up get your phones and hook them up to Alex Jones / get the seed banks off loan.. and be prepared to give up your family home! Bankers own the tankers and the ranks out rank us! they introduce it incrementally and its a slow sentiment they implement to instill this dementedness that will leave so stripped undressed.. your still impressed ?? this is the NWO and its evil show and any day they be stealing your vital flow!

Yo listen up…It’ill crush alla you!

MezzA

MezzA

Why DID U have 2 Go?


I want you back. . . Why did you have to go?
It’s just not the same without you.
Why did you want to hurt me like you were such a pro?

We still get mail with your name on it.
It makes me sad each time to just see these envelopes.
My energy levels dive violently into free fall
and once again I know there nothing left,
No dreams No hopes!

…I’m always thinking about you.
It never fails to make me teary-eyed.
I love you guys just so much
why did you have to go.
I miss you a lotz
but Im guessing you obviously don’t know.
Otherwise you never have had to go.

God! this makes me so fully mad
because this has taken you away.
Its left huge holes where you used to play
and tug on my heart strings in every way

Sometimes when I’m all alone and I have time to think.
I think about you and I cry and cry and cry.
I ask the same questions daily
I always just ask why?

Some people think “oh you should be over this”
But then I think to myself
you don’t know how it feels
Never a word let alone a kiss
or  how hard it is to make any sense of it at all
Or why I am supposed to be over it.

My head hurts nonstop,
nothings fine and  I’m about to cry.
Its hard to type down these words
as my eyes fill with tears and start to blur.

When I try to speak about you
i choke and then I start to cry
I miss you so much guys
Why did you have to go?

Dark cloud of Death

2 Occupy..


I was thinking bout this shit while at SPRUNG /I was jumpin and havin so much fun and lookin around me at everyone.. wondering thinking do they Know whats just begun! the hiphop movement will have to run with this and sing it up get up on it and feel this.. we are gettin dismissed.. im not impressed.. wanna address this hideousness.. a monster bigger than loch ness.. My body is screaming for the love of the dreaming and the seeming intangible / but I think its manageable.. I want to see us move as one ppl.

My heart is beating and Im a Hawk not a Keating! I want to get you to see the real thing! Do a dance around this govt axis.. they think that’s just praxis.. Something quick to relax us.. I AM NOT part of this weakness.. I am blessed  /and they need to be addressed as it all becomes part of the ppls conquests.

Hmm think I better blog this. Together with some pictures… give it proper credence.. my thoughts are with you all in every sense!  I have nothing but compliments.. for the rents.. the ones stayin true in the face of this government and its suckback GUBBA law sent!

The beat is in the crickets call and listening to leaves fall.. sounds like nature in side and all of this hate you breed in the seed you seed..

Freedom is not falling.. its hearing your own hearts calling,  listen to yourself and the inner voice / test the dude in his suit with  the flash rolls royce../  that voice is handing out a false choice and man I gotta not rejoice in this.. See it’s time not to argue bout stoopid shit.. we gotta get incredibly fit and be waiting to run and not sit..

Tomorrow when the war begins is something so real as the fema camps are built in.. its hovering its belittling and its crippling! they gonna poison our own water with anitmony we are divorced from our land with zero alimony … bullshit and phoney ppl pull this and go an sit under a steeple! Hell man is this real.. this is not how you treat people!

I am not of humanity .. i think we are all losing our gravity spinnin faster than ever and everyone gettin so damn clever..I am still learning and now the power is returning and this is perfection and the time to stop you riggin each election.. what man? why you put us all in the smoking section of life on a brand new seg. row.. / This is a place where none of us will grow.. so don’t stop the pendulum as its swings back our way.. its time for the Karma truck to stop by Capitol Hill n Sydney  / London Paris New York  yeah them three  they want us to give it up see! Nah not me.. not going to swallow the same shit they pour in our sea!

‎Gee .. can you see what the heck is going on.. listen to this madd arse song and tell me see coz you guys do know everything / this is the time we need direction from the youth section.. no time for your stupid insurrection.. I gotta new way to start my collection. I wanna know when is the next induction.

gee answers:  there is no humanity in a man with insanity no persona nor vanity, so who wunna come at me? can it be? I have a twisted fantasy, I’ll give u an arm and leg amputee, I’ll cut ur head off and as” yo where u headed off too?” oh boo, get it? I just set it…up, dam that was the plan man I rly dnt understand

Good at least the plan is with someone like stan!

The Kill Hill


Cover of "Kill Bill - Volume Two"
Cover of Kill Bill – Volume Two

Get ya Henry On the hill to Kill bill on a bed of nails
Shit yeah
Put it up / way up / and into the air
That’s right … so whats left now for them pair
And for you to care with that sorta PIT pain everywhere?

FUG lair with no hair / an you say those shims are pritty rare…
best beware as the quiet one appears / in the middle of your nightmares and fears…pfft  Leavin you cats lookin just a lil bit mere!
And hella freakishly queer

I see a black widow confider controlling that insider on the corner of where you said hi there..

so once again /we gonna jump up on it /to dent ya stupid bonnet/ And bring you back down / Down to a town / you really don’t belong /in.
That’s the real deal / when you think that’s a fair call / after all …your no movie star
your just another dick at Fontera distributing the same old terror ….
so when was the last time you looked in the mirror…ahha

And all I got is to fear her / and you think thAt’LL make it get nearer./.
Well we all took bets that your doing her next / so that your incestuousness is not depressed coz /
you said you wanted to see it undressed / and see the child likeness / and get this thing flightless /
Hell man… your going no where coz your a flight risk!

It is a little messed up / and you swore you missed much / but that’s whats left when all you got / is yellow rot/ pissin from your top knot / And your think your missus loves you lotz.

I got a million reasons and trillion feelings / and this isn’t the last of what im seeing / It will get everyone reeling./
I need to tell you that you will never come home / now that you went to Rome / and loved that other man who wasn’t part of the plan / .. but in the end its the way it all ran!

I don’t think that’s a smart moove you cloned..
wheres the props…wheres the calls from ya phone.
None hey?
yeah this will is leavin you / with another bitter pill to even you./
No one cared / and we all knew what you wanted him to do..

You all hate me coz this deal was through /and it was up to me to take my roll ..
LOL.
Not you and you and you and its not like ya don’t all know what the hell its gonna do.

So into the jaws of life you will run / and you think this is the way the race is gonna run / and this is what was planned / and this is what was won.

The sky is bleeding burnt red n orange / from the last fiery meeting/ and you sat in my seat then.
Was that really all? / and didn’t anyone see your the real whore / Your sickness is a sickness in your very core /
addiction is your inner major flaw. / I paint pictures and draw /
of the roughness of feeling the floor.

In this land the court had jested / this was a final installment / and investment / and the easement of life / in your fkd up life testament of strife. / I was once a wife/ and a good one.
I didn’t want to stop having fun. /Just coz You pulled the gun /
and the race wasn’t yet fully run.
And so this is what I hear of your real fear / that the realness never catches up with you here
coz
then you may have to fess up / to the rotten stuff /
that was in your favorite coffee fluff.
So that’s it now guess that’s enuff!

But…Who Knew


Elvis mugshot2

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Dark and robotic …. Gangster like…. sitting on a two wheel trike…. yellin fight!.. Liquidity is inside of me.. all soft and hella gooee!

Get up on it and suck upon your chronic…  too easy your fresh not greasy…. … .whatcha doin actin like your back on it.

Lets go out this week.. put those bootz back on our feet.  We gotta a figure this out and a figure to keep ….. I will bring him  to justice for your tragedy and taken your magic from  me..

I’m so paralysed  by the endless paraphrase another narrow place.  Tighten those steps .. its gonna get hella freekish still yet…

I bet this isn’t the last of it .. I don’t think its over yet?
There’s the caress of the mess that leaves us all emotionally undressed I confessed I was more than messed / I was checking my breath and still feeling blessed.

I was so seriously sad and unimpressed.   Elvis Presley is presently needin a key.. I will watch and wait for the the record ..  Its our hearts that were ignored left handing out a useless reward / a rope is required not some dopey cord.

Where is the system working it  / when everything feels like its just jerking it …  I think I wanna take French lessons not Spanish .. I wanna make you happy  coz your presence is vanished.

.. My love I’m so famished and I wish there was some way I could bring you back to us.. anything now would be  a plus.. but that’s us / we are the ones left here alone feelin sus.

Your resting .. finally nesting and investing in eternity’s certainty. Until then my friend I will bring this now ..

A means to an end!

“Chip a tooth for the basic uncouth”


Woken again ..  So lets chippa tooth.


Hey you lol /Listen up… You with your random opinions… Well guess what? You have zero authority over me….. So basically… your entire opinion means squat to me … You think you pushed the point and you got to me.. …you just thickened the plot and I’m thinking you don’t like what you got see……This morning’s dawning is breaking me ….. I must communicate all this your faking see .. my Maton was always  my mate and misses me Finding it there will be the entire key…… Time to stop this shitty crap rhyme…… pick up the ph and take back what is mine….. French lessons won’t do ….. you need to take the bitter pill of underhill / Merrily winning …. and scarily its really now beginning!…. I hear that AIDS are not a band and your gonna get so sick you cannot stand! Its already set in motion ….. so you can grapple the notion .. Your not smart ….your gonna be floatin /.. and mos deffs you wont have no goat then….. This is bigger than Ben hur , big and not appropriate ….. That energy was not your newest opiate .. you lie and your happy to go with that .. ‘Saul  pumped up  jackshit…. your gritty lies are splitting it ….and its illfitting yet…  hectic, coz my words are gonna get fully eclectic.. and this is gonna be hella sick .. see,  Your a smart prick mungin the big tazor n clippin the dip /  pfft! So  lets drink up and chip another tooth  lol for the freakish and hella  bitter uncooth!  ..  Key to this rhyme is tooth  and teeth .. couth   sweet leaf.. whoa.. you laughed at my grief / yeah but you know your a filthy little thief.. The wheels of time  show up strong in this final paradigm.

Pfft Good Advise..


Happy 50th Birthday Julia! lmao

The early hours of broccoli flowers

Good advise from a boss, employer or authority figure … Some calm soothing words from someone whose bigger … I’m sittin back wif my Brice  an inner knowin I gotta think twice,  nah!  I don’t take on just any advice .. I’m always checkin it / and thinkin thrice / .. I’m never believing their foolish stoopd lies. …

pfft!  It’s a game of footy where no one scores try’s … Shit man your dealing down … your wearin a frown …  Shit yeah.. now we’re all homeward bound .. .Rounding the sound and taken on a froot loop in a grey suit who is only wanting to mute my flute and and hold me down!

If you hold me down then your the one who’s gonna drown, gagging for air you cling to us pair .. when two days before you ignored the final score.  Your count back was flawed and the numbers were drawn…  What the hell did you think … that i was just born last dawn .    I yawn at the prospect of you getting checked out  /  if your still breathing  then there is surely no doubt.   Your just one of those closet krauts,  your all fkd up and totally caught out.

The game is won  with out a shot fired , we hired help that will never get tired of getting wired and surreptitiously inspired. meticulously he sired  it… hell fired and spittin wit .. sitting witchu .. you wont know the moment  it’ll hit you!  It’ll lift you from your political seat… hoisted above us all so pretty and neat … ur tied up now, so we can skip the next beat!

The heat is horrendous and the sound was tremendous.. and all I could hear was the sound of good advice as I tightened the wheel it didn’t sound nice..  crushed ice at half price /  it made a sloppy sound.. I just looked up N found… lol …Your the one gagging ..and so now you do drown  … Now I can go on tagging no fear now / inhale exhale and lift your lighters to the air …  finally we made it to where no one else dared!

Maggott, Sykboy… Lyrical phat boi.


 A few words about my mate Sykboy Maggot:

Which way on the walkway?

I like maggots lyrical agility and his way with the spoken word spitting words back at …you prolly never heard! …….I hear he’s a nice bloke and so each of has a wheel free on life’s spoke .. spitting all rhyme is nothing short of taken a huge creative toke……. and see you decide which way it takes you or whether you let it remake you……. choice is yours …..but we think sykboy roars.. mindlessly shameful you would say it bores!!….. He spits a long story… he tells of a war of his and his campagne .. I ain’t sayin it…. but is it your rent hes payin…… My boi sykboi is an absolute lyrical toy….. a joy to me and a joy to joy….. Ambien‘s just a sick drug the firm deploys for to keep ppl from making too much noise!

Ten 2 Twenty.. I did 25…


Burnt leaves at the Beach

A rap about life and fear..

Nar…. that shit don’t scare me…. or impair me….. I used a buretta see …..sharp and and very deadly…. went to bed with it under my head see…… that was doing my head in totally…Like crazee….. living a life perched under the strife …..and still being a hella whack wife…. meh that’s life. ..
Ten to twenty …I did twenty five… now i’m in the drivers seat and im doin the drive…… a drive by you say ……yeah? …. Do any of them pay….. I say we say fk that shit away….. get the fk outta my way…. My way…. Yeah my way..   This way..  No other way will ever get another say…… I’m the one importantly addressing me…… and they still wanna play. .. I say….. Read the science……. it’s a long list of non compliance… got the plates got the dates and the numbers……. and this is the end now till you spit me some more whack arsed Corumbas!

This is something I was writing in a lyrical battle with Gee M.

Don’t Smudge The FUDGE – RHYME


Don’t Smudge the fudge..

Facecrack has renewed that little process to address the bloggers message.. I’m on the edge of a little light RAGE as I click again and again and don’t see no freekin page… I feel like taking up a baton but sheesh I’m not a sage. I’m not that brave .. and I’m poorly behaved coz when I’m hit with shapin, I start sayin things / frustration kicks in, to kick-start a remote part of my black heart. NO! Stop there, don’t even start.. I know yeah ,I’m a silly old tart… but all that aside and a part I have been hurt hella bad …and fk if that’s shits not half sad… and nothin short of being fully rad. Ex’s are like con-men and some are just cads.. I would rather the Briceman be in charge of the plan.. he’s the oak and the tree that shelters me.. I lay in his branches and boughs and wonder why the fk I wasted so many stoopid hours .. wondering and waiting for stupid shit like super powers. The power was there.. I didn’t see it as I sat and stared, not looking sideways, I never dared get prepared, for the hell ride the fair park of divorce declares, as it snares you, and impairs you , and impales your heart ,like it was hit with a poisonous fiery dart! The point is sharp.. hurting so bad I felt so dead ,and I was hearing harps.. heavenly harps .. seeing angel wings and seeing things. Man it was so sharp and deadly … its was poison sent to insurect me .. he was trying hard to get me. I fell down bad knocking my head against the brick wall, I let him build around me.., he had tried to cage me.. ,We were well on a different page see. , I was crumbling away like a pastry on day three. I was so far inside of it ,.. I lost sight of the right trip.., and just laid there, while he went ripped the cord of my heart , a kick-start that’s evident , and my heart is so black coz of filth and pain that was nothing short of slack, and the creek flowed on , and the water washed the pain, and the stain of alla that disdain / I am a new girl, just wish I could erase the lines it left on my tiny face., “Just in case” will not be my motto now .. So Sykboy Maggot this is the key see .. it’s all about living presently, in the present see, And you and me, are gonna have a madd arse time , you just wait and see.

Angels play a Dope Game Tuesdays – 4 Nine eleven


“Heaven on September 11 2001”

Angels Play a Dope Game Tuesday ~ by Mary Peters – Australia

“What the hell is happening man
I was suddenly fulla fear N dread
“Oh my God,
Is it really gonna be over?
Are we all heading for that biblical clover”?

I clung like a dead cracker
Stuck hard to my bed
Frozen….
That sky getting blacker
Clinging  hard to my God
In my frightened dread
I was fully scared

Coz,

Who the hell knew
what  else they’d do
No one knew
if there was more yet to come…
Or more they’d do

And then…

I heard the angels in heaven
Crying,
Screaming,
Running then
They were there
for them
Everyone of them

I could hear their songs…
Calling them
And I was watching the angels
They were catching them
All of them

No one hit the bottom

It just looked that way to us
The angels did a massive job
And believe me it’s a plus,
They had it covered
That day – The day
The one that changed the way…..

we all play.

The angels had been practicing
For such an athletic event
A war
A spiritual attack
One they knew was imminent
Heaven sent
They were there
All in a flick
The message went out
Through the heavenly filament

“Good job angels”

Grabbing all our dear departed
All of them
Almost before it started.
Left and taken in an instant
No kisses N hugs even granted.
You were  all so very brave
In those final moments ……
and you departed!

The End

More on the Background… Continue reading

Thank You, Gracias for this Blog Award.


Exactly 111 days ago I was looking in my comments box in my budding blog dashboard and found this award aptly named the versatile blogger award from the amazing On the Bench Blog from Nellibell49

The Award

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I said above

It was from Nellibell49 http://2011onthebench.wordpress.com/.

I was ecstatic but for the life of me at the time I didn’t have a clue what to really do with it. Now I do and so I am deserved most of all.

The Versatile Blogger Award is an award passed from blogger to blogger. As with any award, there are responsibilities that go with it.  This award not only increases your blog’s visibility in the blogging world, but it is a way to expose a little about the blogger behind the blog (in this case, me).  Finally, as the Awardee, one gets to share with her/his readers who  their favorite bloggers and writers are.

Here is the science on making this work:

1. Link back to the blogger that gave me the award .

2. Tell you 7 random things about myself.

3. Choose 15 other blogs to pass the award to.

4. Inform the other bloggers that I’m passing the award to them.

Seven (7)  Random facts about myself.

[this bit is funny to me because everything about me is random.]

1. I love making things out of stuff we normally throw away, I like to craft this rubbish into works of art or into a useful house hold item.  The things I use is what is random.

2. I listen to rap music and write raps and loads of poetry, that is random because of my age.  I have no friends my age who share this passion with me.

3. I am obsessed with playing with a few strands of my hair at the front when I am either tired or thinking.  That is definitely random and slightly O.C.D.

4. I have heard the audible voice of God ( supreme creator) that is very random considering what was said to me.  The earth resonates and so do we and so does our universe which made hearing this possible.  I was hearing with another level of my senses.

5. I spent five years on the I V F Program in Queensland attempting to fall pregnant and overcome major physiological reasons for my infertility.  Random alright… I took fertility drugs ( Clomiphene Tartrate) and I may have created 8 or more babies at once. Totally random.

6. I was held hostage at knifepoint by a raving lunatic madman psychopath when I was 20 and I managed to escape and hide in the darkness.  Probably one of the random things no one would want to happen to them.  I never recovered from this event in a lot of ways.

7. At the age of 29, I abandoned the I V F Program due to the massive hormonal hell it put a person through.   I felt that five years was a fair effort.  It also cost a small fortune.    I gave up!  Random thing about this fact is I then miraculously fell pregnant 3 times and gave birth to three children or naturally, without the aid of IVF.

The QLD Fertility Group etc were amazed.  Physiologically speaking, it is still impossible.  But then there are miracles.   I did pray for it to happen.  My prayers that I prayed in the chapel of the Wesley Hospital at Auchenflower as I left the the hospital on the final I.V.F. try were answered.  I fell prostrate on the floor and asked … Please!    Totally Random hey…. three kids …all miracles.   Jesse  my son  was the most amazing birth..  the girls Matilda and Montana were  caesarian deliveries due to an emergency caesarian operation with Matilda.

Told you it would be pretty random.  Wish it was prettier and I could write some more

 

Like  I live on an amazing hill and I can see the Pacific Ocean from my back door

I love running.. dancing, and I cannot swim properly with style, I do my own form of breast stroke with my head out,  Dog paddling with style.  I only sleep five hours most nights and this is the way it has been forever.  I came as an insomniac into this world and copped a nickname for it for 25 years ( Cindy)  from Cinderella who had to be home by midnight .. I just awoke at midnight.  I must not have been an easy child to rear.

The Award

Lets see I then attempt to then send this AWARD out to others.

Now to list the guys on here I follow:
1.   http://2011onthebench.wordpress.com/
2.   http://wilsonsalmanac.blogspot.com/
3.   http://justlikemynanmade.blogspot.com/
4.   http://silverthreadsgoldenneedles.wordpress.com/
5.   http://thegemcollection.wordpress.com/
6.   http://soniamariedunbar.blogspot.com/
7.   http://anxietypanichealth.com/
8.   http://sixtyeyes.wordpress.com/

Half way there and tomorrow I will edit the rest in.. getting a little tired now after all of that.

The Milk Warz


Its tHE miLk WARz…Mate …. and so Lactate B4 its too late….

Nearby just north of where the Milk Warz were happening is a Milk Pimp and he is  the White Knight of MILK..

Allow me to introduce you to    SYKBOY MAGGOTT   and his buddy with the rough cut of this stuff! Stay tuned for the polished version down the track.

Day #One of the Milk Warz happening in the Milk District near you!

Milk Milkky Milkk

“Milk Milkky Milkk”- the 2 litre bottle wanted by police for questioning in relation to the triple milkicide that occurred overnight in The Milk District..the latest in a long line of turf wars between rival gangs Norco and Vitasoy for control of the Milk trade. Continue reading

On the Edge


Stick figure

I am standing on the edge of time!
the edge of space…|
and I feel not apart
of the same human race..

and just in case
you feel that being my friend is such a disgrace..
its your thought not mine
to unwind
I’m Graced many times
On this planet called our place
in this garden place we grew in
Hanging so delicately in space
No line No trace
Just  the hand of creation feels this elation
But can the creator get a shoe in?
We are just playin ..
just sayin
that’s what I think is happening
and no
I don’t think its decaying
I think we’re only delaying it
saying it
and so much of this stuff
is nothing but bullshit
and you guys swallow every bit of it
even the bitter pill of gettin iller shit
Dead set Man i’ve had my fill of it
I feel it in my stomach pit
it hits
and it grits me every time
The world is full of us ones just wanting to get there
get re aligned
I saw the signs ..where the road work ends
and where my fk up reality bends
and I know that once your out there
you got no friends
Yessum
imma wanting to impress em
but it just ends up causing more stress then
I don’t want to even  get dressed  then
or even address them
Why
I don’t think I could handle another assessment.

CTFO = chill the fk out

They are all just flowers


Ok Ok Ok….
new season…
so lets try to get even… better now…
its been so tough believing,
trying to live like my kids died and there was no funeral thing!
spring is here, I will plant a rose for both of them!

ONE YEAR LATER..
I planted a rose and wrote some sick arsed prose..
Got a lot of haters now.. pfft guess thats how it goes…
I don’t want to poke my little nose
where no one wants me to goes!
So mainly I get stuck as the fear holds me
like i just got FROZED!
Yeah and you say CTFO

One year ago I still had one
or at least I thought i did
Shit man who the fk was I trying to kid
Spending the next year just wiggin it
Freeking plenty with the advent of this new fkn century!

My tears are scorching see
coz you just wont stop the fkn torturing me
and showing me shit you want me to see..
I came at a bad time
well if that’s not a freeking serious arsed crime..
man if you said that shit today
you would do some serious time!
Farkkkkkk its useless and its  fkn maligned
entwined and so hell blind to anything kind
Not even an arrow or sign in any of your mother fucking minds

this is the place where its hell hard  where my heart got charred
and I want to just leave ya and walk to the long long yard!
Along down the hard road yeah thats where I been..
Come from scenes so frightening it borders on the obscene

SO its and Obscenity for me to ask is there any serenity
from this fkd up depravity that you got so easily passed
Your the one who got glassed..  left holding your dick at half mast
I get down thinking that bullshit and stuff from way back in my last past

half caste .. in a half a class.. half full in the other glass
I dont even care now as the ship will sail on past your dick at half mast

Haters gonna hate  this plate your batting on .. serve it up serve it out
Gimme me that deal  and I will show you some sick arsed clout once i get this shit down and all out!  Shady dont kill babies .. you dudes just froth like your got rabies

Im hella sad
but yeah guess its time to  be glad that I didnt go fully mad
and pull off the bank job ..
that’d be just too radical a plan
That’s just another one for me and Stan to pull down sometime when we can
So chillax on the wet backs.. and keep on smiling like felix
Coz just like us he is a cat  with 9 lives in his helix…
I know you don’t like it that i feel this?

They are all just flowers in one's last dying hours

Yep this is Foley…


YEP THIS IS FOLEY..

My guess is he sees the futility in the lack of true humility …
it was no more than a utility in which to prove that he has ability
in the so called time of fragility
being dogged by a falklands war getting military,
I would still choose your senitlity!
I would still choose his senility over that other filthy nominee
purely because he has the black mans true sensitivity…
running through him all the way to rivertree
and down to the back of the murrumbidgee!
I see … yeah its even now in 3D…
A quick poetical imagery of my mate Gary Foley
for performing a clever stunt politically
and he got away with it fully
all to prove that it could see
and to show up their apathetic complacency.

(History is this, 20 years ago Foley ran for parliament, got his name on the ticket and even received a total of 700 votes, funnily enough he was not even registered on the Australian Electoral Roll.  He did not want to run for a seat.  This was done to prove a point about the stupidity of the Government and its ways here in Australia at that time.

LADIES n GENTLEMAN .. its TIME!


corners

Yeh im hell primed to see it this time
I sign the check for you in good time..
Sit back and watch Friday go Hella whacker on cheap bourbon n mountain Dew…
got no shortage of puff n tobacca
To sit by an watch the fun on the corner when he dacks her!
Queensland plates indicate outta state..
outta sync
you lost your link ..
you got a mess there dude ..
i want to intrude on your unstylish interlude
Bust your fridge and eat all ya’s food!
DUDE…   dont stand there staring.. your freekin naked your nude!
Your stuck hard like a delayed prune …
whats that you say..
YOur Birthdays in JUne?
Deals done on da football fields ..
quick man take off ya’s target heels and feels this!
I love to take the piss and don’t laugh coz i dont dismiss you or your goat …
I aint goatin.. hahaa or gloatin but your so big now you should be floatin..
yeah well /
Your weird man i can tell..creepy as well!
you gotta a strange uncomfortable smell…
LIke your dead from the head..
and a cut to the hair wont fix the rottoness in there ..
I gotts a little tiny wee thing ..
gives me all the news
and i hear you whiny n tryin ta sing!
its a bug
Hah ha you dont need no antibiotics ..
or crooked Dr tricks
coz this shit is the top of the range spy optics!
Makes soldiers go Coptic … getting kinda erotic.
not me
i just go hell sick and think of you as necrotic
lookin forward to the day we gonna kick that shit
From dat Bowra  corner
I just wrote this as a lil cryptic message to warn her!

GOODBYE


Dawn at the Urunga waterfront playground

Goodbye is hard to say in any way
no matter how its done
some one has to pay!
Someone is left behind
and left to find another way

another one would say
this is the way they play
I didn’t  understand
coz all I ever wanted
was someone
to hold my lonely little hand

how can I understand
this kinda demand
the one you  planned

I was alone
I was unmanned
against this latest little dramatic stand

Is this the end of the road
this is the question
that makes me explode

How the heck was I ever to know
that this is it and that was the go

How could I read between  those sorta lines
you were just acting way too mean
I come clean
and that bastard jumped on it
and thats just plain obsene

I look back
and I can see why he acted this way
and was so keen to meet
and form some sort of team
or so it seemed

I was just winked at in the hood..
you know
they call it being a sucker
I gave them all of my dollars
and some of my tucker

He rings and tells me ..
He dont care now
and Fk ya~

yeah …

I got it all right there
right up in the air
The numbers clicked in line
it was sublime
but hell unkind
as it just let me unwind
And take the fall
only To find
that I ‘m onthe  inside of this bind

I suppose it took awhile to see
the style
this new shit pile
that you had employed
enlivened
with all that vicious guile
I applied and answered  …
Yeah I was so stupid /
this stuff gives you cancer
I was trying to get a glance at it!
Instead
you put in the blade
and you lanced  it
with all the grit that is true
yeah boi
I wish for you
a deathly brew!
One that will end this totally
for me and you!

MIXING.. a metho n cocoa brew..


lol shady don’t stab babies

He ain’t no jack frothin like a rabbit with rabies

he just sez that to get ll the straights hatin!

that’s how it goes yeah
its  cold n frozen hard there
like the tub of lard that was the last retard
who dared there
that did his cocoa up
with alcoholic fluff!

lmao
hell man thats tough lol

It seems we are having some matching dreams
of reaching for teams of gold
… das alright
you go ahead coz im old!

Yes a decent man!
That I can understand
that would be a better plan
coz in the end
its nice to have someone
to stand up and defend
your frightened
but enlightened plans
and share them

So in walks Stan..

mixin up metho n coco
man ur totally loco
got ur brain going bent
like a green choko fulla cement
hell that’s demented…
ur coco fermented
..hell man get into the nescafe
ole Is what i gotta say

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Sykboy Maggot A great way to start the day, get the brew true, and you get through today, more kick than Earl Gray, when the nerves seem to fray, hit that Nescafe to get that fix for the way, get boiling that kettle, plastic or metal, it’s hot just be careful, a spill would be terrible. Over you pop, come and have a drop when next time you stop over at my spot.

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Aggh syk…
I think  I’ll   pick to come and do the drip
on the percolator of life with you i
n your rear view
and looking back I can see you..
and you see it all clear through
.. i tell you man
its a deathly brew!

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Not a deathly brew lol!
ordinary will be fine!
BE just divine
if i can align myself
and be kind to myself
and come see U D… and NjE.

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Sykboy Maggot A good well made mocha will do me proper, I love a drop of choca in a cuppa, sweet too, four sugars mixed through, now if that is not a deathly brew, When I drink it, tastes like heaven, TRUE!

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Yes well i’ll sit for a cuppa
but I would prolly rather another more refreshing brew..
It’s got some fizzy in it too ..
A wild turkey would do..

But cos its you and you are Syk
I will have a mocha trip ..
Keep the chocolate last
so i get the full on blast
alla the sweetness from the day that past
And then At last
Our eyes will have cast their vision incision
and we will arise with all sorts of grammar for pies
and this ties it up for us
to size this up and get enough
and not surmise this stuff

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Sykboy Maggot We can start the day with a cup from the cafe, then later we can play in a bar far away, maybe head to town catch a gig or two, the hip hop sounds and your choice of brew, but when you come to my city Brissy, I will make sure we keep you pretty busy.

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With Sykboy the game is no toy left in the air to deploy…
you got this all mapped out
yeah boi
a gig or two is well overdue
so i would leave the venture all up to you.
hip hop is the drop i want to cop
2 quick shotz that’ll do
and head to the valley top and not for the view!
Yew! yeah me n you..
I could have a few lines to spit at choo ..
yeah thats legit..
coz really I still love hangin out a bit

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Sykboy Maggot LOLz! I don’t give a f**k if you are an old duck, I will pick you up in my milk truck and we can go run a muck, Most hit the casino to try their luck, better give me a gig to spend my hard earned buck, we can hang on the street share a cipher and joke, maybe a toke on a nice little smoke, but even though my name is sick as it’s wrote, I am usually a pretty nice kinda bloke, Hanging out, the deal is done, when you get up here prepare for fun, I will show you why Brissy is best under the sun, and some great artists too shining up front.

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I cannot top that!
not at all
man that is an order tall!
All of the above is what i love
so milk truckin accross the universe
Yeah that’s the way to go…
sharing our smoko
and lining up shotz in a disused dojo..
spitting some good rhymes and that’ll bring us all good mojo..
I just go with the flow coz flo knows where to go
so this time you n me will bust out hard and hear a rhyme or two!

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SYKBOY MAGGOT No need to top it, just sit level on par, When this town we hit, we will leave our scar, leaving our mark like a lightning spark, from the CBD out to Carole Park, through the sunny days we will blaze a haze, phrase word plays and drink till we’re phased, still amaze as we gaze at the suns rays rising the next day as we hit another cup of Nescafe reminiscing about the yesterdays games we played. Sounds cool hey?

Thanks to my Friend SYKBOY for playing along!

Image by MezzA – LozzA Dj’ing at Montana’s 13th birthday Dance Party 2009

MONYANI THE MOST BEAUTIFUL..


She is beautiful
This is what I think yessum i do!
aww monyani your a major arkani
not quite an afghani but still…
your a hunny!
I  L Y.

I could say that a million times
n never feel silly
coz i’m so glad I have you really!

From the moment we met
I was never gonna let anything get in the way of a love
that’s born from such success n sweat!
it wasn’t a mess…
it wasn’t less than expected
with all that the butter house had corrected..
I willed your being into existance
I felt your spirit sitting on the distance ..
the sunshine motor inn allowed me to kiss this…
guess you felt its was time
to come now n put your quota in on life
and in you come
and 9mths later you breathed life!

ILY Monyani
I’ll never ever feel silly
coz I LOVE YOU more than life itself nearlly
You are the only exception
I swear they had you were in mind at its inception

And With your reception  that was so in depth then
You held everything a mother could ever think
The universe choirs started to sing

i gave birth ..

I gave birth and I knew you were the exception conception..
there was still a reflection left …
I was lookin it hard in the face of fear
hard up wondering
could this one be the trump card!

Your spirit was screaming hard now
It was now or never
your being was just that flamin clever!
Evermore was losing you
As I was growing you on the inside!

I felt your every movement brush me

oh Man  was it such a magnificent symphony
playing on repeat inside of me!

A little girl emerged out from under the mountainside …
Down near the buffer creek side
you already had a spirit to make the devil run n hide in holes
he himself never caught sight of such a magnificent soul
He will never have the right to take this angel from her amoriours flight!
yessum
you got that one right!

He saw the light from afar
I felt you on the inside of me in the car…
lalalala
I was being blessed from the universal love cartel
I took you out to say hey to the trees n bluebells!
Your eyes told a story
an lookin deep inside
I felt your true and honest glory!
I Love you… your amazing…
your love is always reigning…
Coz on this earth scene you’re the Queen
and really was that ever such a silly dream!

What Up?


A NEW SHACK WAS BORN..

Hey! What UP
Put ur lighters in the air
This time Coz….
spittin ryhme aint no crime’
Im gonna spit u a phat buttered rhyme

YEW!
Its a new century
New laws dont censor me,
Coz i’ve got it wrapped up in my sensory…
Its immense to me..

Slavery 5.2


Modern day slavery alright
Transformed into numbers and objects..
It is the new world order..

MezzA

MezzA

yo!
so its like this then …..
useless as a camcorder on re-order
babies sleepin on the floor there..
you dont care…
never seeing mothers pleadin
just as unfair!

I give you this
ur a vicious bitch
and you done scratch that itch bitch!..
Hitch this..
while im fixing it..
stuck down hard in your fkd unit!
Locked up tighter than a freek losin it
Your a disgrace
to this whole fkd human race
You stay  while im displaced
Imma gonna race you too
Erase you
and everything you do!
Not sure what that’ll do
But in the end we’ll see whats what
…and who’s  true and who’s got what.

Your a slave rider Palin to get inside her
wailing bout whaling and sarah Palin
Your issue bitch is a beached whale Tale
AND shit yeah..
Now you gotta alla your shit  for sale
UP THERE!
I nailed it…
and I didn’t fail at that
Got my creation hat goin on
Goin hard and goin strong
And before your up and before too long
I will stand on a head
…..and sing some type of  song.
Bout how all this is shit
and how it’s all so.. fkn.. wrong!

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Join up,  join in,  just come along
You all could easily turn up and sing along!
Throng it
Live long on it
While I just bong it!

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Modernized slavery with cherry pies
they look you straight in the  eyes
They don’t bother with no fkn disguise
They just come and take you
Rape you
Leaving you behind and well outta view
Hell yeah
so what the fks new
You know that I have only ever seen this
IN YOU
And you and you and you..
and that other lot over there too

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So you must think we’re  stupid
But we seen what cha did
Modernized this lot
so you could go and terrorize
with some more cheap shotz’
You’re Hot shot’z mixed and ready
Just seeing that shit
gets me high and heady
we’re assembling
I tell you honey it’s time
and We’re not trembling
Or resembling you
Or any other fkd up thing you can do
We are here
and you will adhere
Your arse is stuck now
that’s hell clear
and you got zero power left to shed a tear
Treason is the reason for the season
so stop  bitchin’
and hand me them keys then’
Blockade this stockade
Your eggtimers grown legs and run babe
No more trading
or bag raiding
While we’re parading  you out
LOL
Your  our  “PLAYTHING”
Guess its leaves you seething
that we ain’t leavin
N I got over all my grievin
as soon as his arse was leavin.

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Modern day slavery with no room for bravery
Coz your madd arse shit
is pure depravity

Yeah that’s him . ..
the one who lost his gravity
while he was hangin onto it in the men’s lavatory

Hahaa gay