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.
photo source : Facebook
I’ve had well enough of these bags of puss.
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”.
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,
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.
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
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
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
Image : Booloominbah in the snow – Armidale University campus
Although night still vaguely lingers,
The exciting blaze of the morning star appears
Posted divinely in the sapphire sky of early morn
Precious glistening sky high born..
Harbinger Venus of the Dawn …..
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’]
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”
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!
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
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.
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.
Ya big rigs are like you
they all rhyme with ‘dig’.
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!
* KARK . . . aussie slang for die.
By Mary-Ellen Peters 2014
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
And neither did I watch the movie Fame with ya’s
I do think that at times I’ve cared deeply
About peeps crippled and how you say 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
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..
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.
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.
The True Gnosis is an understanding of SYMBIOSIS ..
Everything in the universe is symbiotic,
dancing in an erotic wheesh, whoosh
There is some good and bad in every dish.
Food for thought whence you see the lies we’ve all been taught.
There are no fronts with out the backs
and there are no day’s with out the nights.
If we were all the same
There would not be any insight
Life is movement …apposing forces
driving the blood in our venous courses
Like skilled coxswain’s
this life is not mundane
protecting the mother and her resources.
The inflow and the out flow,
The rhythm, the rhyme..
this is the truth and its distinctly sublime.
Belief in the Mari … the Mater … the Mother thing
Sitting for a moment … realizations enter in and sing
We are all one .. LOL We are connected – we are all the same thing
Sectored and re vectored…
its like we have an invisible cord
That’s our secret reward..
our secret golden goody
Now here’s the Booty and its the kicker….
I think the tops blown off … its gotten sicker
I think its tangled up and caught
the web of establishment’s cover and all it’s evil over lords.
Missing their vitals and their salary hoards
Heads empty like hollowed out gourdes.
This is the heartfelt dreams that Mezza affords.
When the flow is flowin
and its endorsed in endorph ins
and all the craziest yummy things Gnosis affords
We lost the evil over lords
and again The world sings
the truest beautiful rhythmical mastered chords …
Sometimes my dreams are connected by rainbows,
And there are days that have been held together with songs.
The mornings are washed with the magic dew of night and flavored with the pink light of dawn
This nourishes me and fills me with a delicious vision of you.
The bright star of the day warms the folds of my thoughts
and nurtures a precious growth in my soul
And there are the evenings,
These are cool with the breeze of your love
As it whirls my heart to dance into the darkness.
The dark night holds me fast, as once again
I wait with baited breath for a touch
Only the largeness of our spirit recognizes..
A love that knows no such bounds.
The mystery of our illusions illuminated by this Love
Unfolds the reality of our divinity
The beautifully decorated colourful linens
Woven with the colour filled Philosophies of Love
Our new Garments fashioned with wonder and light
Fastened by seven coloured cords
Clasped fast…. forevermore
The Night sun recorded it
He Scribed every bit of this
Collected all the potentials
and the Baskets of beautiful words
recorded In this legendary Calligraphic ‘Book of Bliss’
All the sounds of love that I heard.
Seven Chapters in total, some gauged anecdotal
An Oracular Venusian Mystery
A blessing of Unlimited fecundity ….
Swished around, washed down
Drenched by the open Cellars of Heaven.
Our bodies pressed together unleavened
Laid out in a magic field of Seven
No quarter given …Cosmically drawn up
by the powerful end-zone of Alcyone
Our Eros is detailed and ready to go
Programed post slammers
Always ready to run a re-run of Earths Greatest Show
You and I will always know, that we know, that we know.
This world spins on neigh what thou dost ..
but whom thou dost knowest ..
Yes its gotten down to the lowest.
Eventually we are consumed by the lust of Earth
and the Love that knows no Bounds
and return to her belly fully crowned….
as specks of star dust n dirt formerly renowned.
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?
Ashes Ashes Funk to Funky…
Everyone knows Hunt needs huntin…
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.
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.
by M. Peters 28 April 2014
‘Yoway …. Puttin the sounds down …
Down into the earths resonant places Of understanding and love,
Down to protect and down to effect the elect.
Those that seek to dissect and slice paradise ..
These are not men… these are not nice mice,
Main-gee lice on humanities subsistence.
Traitors and sell outs enlisted them,
Insisted we trust in them.
Unhinged in the brain stem,
Some misfits trusted them,
Lusted after their polluted Khem.
I can only cry now While others try.
Mabes compose just another meme,
One that finally exposes them,
And shows them
The Earths resonant places of Understanding and Love …
I would like to reach out
just catch a star
fly high and so so far
Just reaching out hanging on the coat-tails of a star.
Yep! its a start hey…
Let me see Stellar
Let me tell her….
Her mountains reach up like arms to heaven
Taking the cup from those that gave them
Releasing waves of love
Crashing the shores of our hearts
Touching the distance and dragging it closer
Pulling us in tight
inside of that Formosan light
The filament of sacrament was never extinguished
Relinquished or vanquished..
That light was bent see
WOW! its turned up at Bentley!
I went see and I know
That the guardian watchers grow
In number and height
Such it was simply because love is colourful and bright
While I sail on beams across the sky ..
I long for the time when once again we all will fly.
I dedicate to meditate to levitate my magnetite
and illuminate my inner sight
and direct me to the correct healing light.
Initiated into honesty by ceremony
sitting high on the rock ledge of life,
naught on this planet responds favorably to abuse…
If I neglect my mind,
I neglect my ability to unwind kind.
Because of the chooks and the feeling I get… today I woke very early and wrote this for the world
There is this empty entity that surely should be sedentary
The name Leslie … John
Its a story of a drunken run
and how he has no remorse for what he and others done
This is for him and the other two
That makes three
This axiom is for thee
I know the evil you all committed see
We all know
Yep it cost our prettiest penny
You killed our precious TEXSY
The Spirit cannot lie
Manifesting inside of you
Is an illness of hell
Until you die and well after
It’ll make you beg for death
Make you beg for your very breath
ETERNITY will not even make you free
Coz we all know the truth
You relied on the weak FOREN SIC
We rely on a bigger universal click
Karmas undying desire to tightly stick
Piece the hearts of all of you pricks!
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
Materialize the Promulgation
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
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.
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
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.
We partake what we make
It is effective and immediate
Un CLASSIFIED phenomenal people who mediate
We know the fight
We are but MOTHS
And our LAND is the LIGHT!
Images @ Eminpee Fotography – Puddle
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Wake up Tony … Sounds like the WIGGLES next big hit!
so yessum ..
he wanted the job, so it is :
ABBOTT’S GREATEST FK UP
WAKE UP TONY,
TONY the PHONEY
ERRONEOUS TONEOUS MAXIMUS
ABBOTTS RABBID HABITS
RID YOUR COUNTRY of BOTTS
Anthony Big Shot BOTT
TONY is PRIME 2 be CUT
TONY’s SUBLIME PRIME CRIME
Head of the SINISTER MINISTERS
ABBOTT PROOF FENCE
ABBOTT PROOF DEFENSE
A Bott is no better than 2 botts
Tony Bott Bott baby
TONY NAB IT
TONY GRAB IT
WONT HE HAVE IT
NAH HE WENT TO GROUND AND HID!
What hand is playing this piano, the left or the right?
The tasks are sometimes insurmountable.
When things transcend down to this other place..
Magically I find something to smile about,
Living by Urunga south of the mouth
Some words – “divine” or perhaps just ‘fine’
there’s a few applicable to the description I find.
“Frightening is my feeling
I’m left clinging to this stationary site
The horrid lightening is about
and I am holding tight like a crag on a rock.
and waiting for the inner pain to pass
I hear the smashing of the past
its like a wild storm in the summer from the mast.
From there …
I hail to a trolley of waiting love as it passes by in the sweet rain”.
Lifting my hand to summon their gazes..
I see the fleeting glimpses
and know instantly I did this.
The azure blue of eyes that will never be looked into again
and the darkness deep in the other four I won’t see anymore.
A heart forsaken for what is left, cut to pieces and set adrift.
Each and every shift line and daisy chain
left disintegrating in the rain.
Drenched in useless disdain and hearing her sobs for hours . .
building silly sandcastles and wet sand towers.
Holding bunches of flowers she cowers
and wanders away . . .
her head down at the ending of another day
Her heart is broken into four equal infarct parts
and the life it once held departs!
Holding up the scarified mess…
the universe does a snappy redress
and in a moment an opening appears
and the tears turn into diamonds on the ground …
falling everywhere they make such a tinkling sound
as the piles gets high and makes a mound.
The heart holds the love that others tried to drown.
The sacrifice was offered up…..
lifted high was the half empty cup of drunken delight
left behind for the ones who obscenely create the fight.
Open the window of delight
and let the wind pour breath into it …
This makes it live and fixes it!
Now just sit. and sit and sit …
Wait until you hear it.
BTEX INFECTS —. GETS INSIDE OF INSECTS
Chokes everything by the NEcK
till is totally Fecked
and the soil is all wrecked..
This is such an evil tech
nothing kept clean and in check
Who are these political elect
Sippin wine on their back deck
while real people are crippled
your wealth is tripled
and I don’t want the world to go down
Our cities are built on the country town
The battler is standing tall now
That will rattle their halls of power
Was it worth it —>
that compromise hit
Your dreams are screaming
from all those mad treks
studying wrong and right…
selling out at midnight
Bulldozin the old Cobb n Co light
WHAT the FRACK Is GOinG ON ? ?
What the hell is going wrong
what the jimmy blazes is that stinking filthy pong
The people are being shot at
and they drove over the dropped hats
The Mining company got that
We sat and we will sit again
take the filths pain
Sitting fair in their main frame
Fair game… its a lame lame shame
this filthy arsed mining game.
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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!
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
Let peace be our only fulcrum
A lever to Love and a switch to Light
This universe is electric
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.
Images @ Melonpopzdropz Flickr
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