By Psychic Capacity
One day
My oldest son asked me
Are we psychic
Meaning
Can we communicate
With one another
In mind
And I had to deny
Since his company at the time
Was a drug users son
And they both were too young
But some few years later
I explained myself more properly
For the development of
His own mental body
That his psychic capacity
Be only his own property
His mental defences
Needed this certainty
Why of cause every son is
Psychically able
To detect what might be
On the mind of his father
While a mother is also in deed
By her different psychic capacity
Usually able
To detect her children’s need
But
I advised
It just ain’t with reason
For a son to tune in on
His mother’s mind
So naturally be not inclined
To be psychic to me
But then one day at the movies
I realised
My work which belongs
Collectively
In our shared Aboriginal Dreamtime
Accessible to who ever will it this believe
With Allah’s will in our deeds
My son is probably able
And at the stage and age He well should need
That he could be
Tuning in with me
While writing this poetry
So son
To belong
Know your mind is connected to me
But in your receiving of word unheard
Never directly
That you might find me
In the minds of
Many of your friends who believe
And the good men who read
So when you are able
What might be on your own table
Is to add the dance in you
To my poetry
If it please you
By remembering yourself
Perfectly
And only letting go up
Into the Dreamtime of the public mind
From long time
Your posture when unfaultable in me
From your own willing deed
Food Tricks
Three sorts of food tricks
Were put into my subconscious
By those who counted their own faults
To be able to blame upon my eating
That in Ramadan while fasting
Is it that I can realise
Greed in law reading
Was done to us
That worse will not become of us
For when I first eat after dark and prayer
Is it that my mind experiences
Being blamed for food consuming
As though in greed
While after having eaten
Enough already
Is it that they blame me
For the fasting being insanity
Thus eat with me
In certainty
Of greed will we surely be
Far happier if greed is for
Reading Qur’an becoming Kabbalah
The first trick was in false choice between
Being wrong by overeating
And being wrong by sexually determined behaviour
As though each were able
Prevent the other
Then also has been
A trick in between
Company and being lonely
As though eating the only
Way not to be lonely
Rounding out in a third
Trick quite absurd
Of being blamed for
Over spending
Of money upon
Food
But before I had spent
Thus causal to
Such that I never have I
Bought food this while
Without being faulted
As though I
Do every consumerist
Over consumption
Of capitalism
Whenever I eat
Thus must it be
That the wrong mind caused in me
By tricks aplenty
Whenever I fall into
Actualising over eating
Which is more than how much can you realise
The Jews lived of in Exodus
And Jesus feed a multitude of bread and fishes
So what will become
Of thought to be wrong
In every mouthful
I have consumed
Bar those few not stripped bare for the moon
Leaving me wanting for food
As though righteously never rude
Every day
In another small way
Impossible to be
Is a difficult story
Yet that I win
By believing in
My accountability that is
What in Allah I fall in
Not so to do
But so I pay that I have had to
Influence the lies
Of tricks in mind
So that in the world
Will my children survive
Thereby
Remember of me
Why this be
That such as these tricks three
Could be forced upon me
While yet a child all three cognised
Was only
That money
Was spent
To feed me
So please let
Me feed my children again
From my own vegetable garden
For eventually
Human survival
Can only realise
The need
For sustainable backyard ecology
By this key of three
Will you thus also remember me
This message since
My own life is
Not the only so effected
By food tricks
So best we let
Our self assured set
Of certainties
In ecology
Be shared by everybody
Since if just only
Tricks one and three
Maybe my garden
Would be nicer
For only the birds and bees
But since I am already a mother
If you please
Share with me
The story of
Need for self sustaining urban ecology
This Ramadan to feed
Practical Cognoscentes of Reason within Conscience
Within practical reason
My Dad said
After I turned on its head
His statement as though plain fact
We can do anything we like and that is that
Was referring to he and my mother
In a car driving for each other
While me
On public transport be
Well you can’t drive to the moon can you Dad?
I said
The true word of that what is that
But rather than repeat himself at
Anything we like
As anything within reason
He made his own sense in telling
Within practical reason
But my mind ticks over
About this line
What means he by practical
Wondered I
All the while trusting
For want of certainty
That Dad’s use of the word
Is ever well minded
Of specifically intended
Literal meaning
But to be practical
We need
Bear in mind
That there exist too many folk of the kind
For whom to tell that a fact is practical
Can cause imagination of the face as though not real
For it is only in practise to be realised
And not yet performable as reality
Apparently
Yet reason still be
And I see in the dictionary
From Oxford at four
Practical could be virtual
So never any more
Yet while Dad’s mind
Instructs to the feasible meaning at five
Which suits me just fine
Since dinner at four
During Ramadan
Leaves too long a lead in on
Potential arguing
Between me and my Mum
So to be practical
In reason
Since last season
Arguing between us
Became disproven in efficaciousness
Anything my Mum and Dad like
Will not be
What I myself could not find
The way to like
If they wish to meet with me
For I have cognised
Many a time
When anything my parents like
Is as far removed from practical
As is practicable
By any idiot who wants to like
I become left alone wondering
Why
The word practically
Has been so underlined
By uses as though to deny
Its real meaning
Of as it can be
Practised
The possible be
So should I just let Dad believe
That whatever is possible
In his choice practically
Or should I persevere
In preventing him from speech as though
Choosing as we like
Is only our choice in reason
When practical facts
Are miss-cognised
Perhaps it is time
He learn that in Islam
Will survive
For will feeling the time
That what they be in me
But
I tried to explain
Myself in my mind
As to my Dad
When you realise
What every bit is
Of money
Then
Well you realise
There is no such thing
As money not causing
What of them you accuse them with
At which
They
Piped up in my head
With
“They’ve got her there”
As though my mother addressing my father
Yet not of her fayre
That whoever they are
My self can find
To be causing some tricks in time
Which I draw upon me
Since in Allah their ant bites can not hurt the true me
While I am certain
Of what nature of pestilence they be
The water can absorb of
Their words in me
They are refuting what it is they
Truthfully believe in
By feigning to believe alike to me
And can acknowledge
They find no way out of
Having did
Yet that they have not I
This with
Those whom want of their own self
To be
Not able to believe
In reality
Who are not me
Yet assert in life frequently
Such that in my memories
Will my mind associate to their kind
Every only correctly
Do they not realise
Who ever they were this time
Not my parents other daughter
But a Maria through her
Enabled through the old paternal grimes
Was using my parents memories
That to deny
Their own self
Is expensive indeed
And caught ever time
Through me if awake to the outside world in mind
For I see not in mind
And rarely of Dreams
By in life
The consequentiality
And when
There is food for their kind
On shoes
Ever to remind
There is no rewind
Of the footsteps fallen
That be
My Mental Self
They portrayed me
Making a mental fool of my self
That I made a mental poo of your tell
About their mental shoes on an elf
There was no mental too upon whose shelf
Natural Will Willing Nature is not who Allah
To remember
We ourselves
Are not Allah
To align within
Today’s teaching
Allah is not nature
We must first remember
We ourselves
Are not autonomous from nature
So be who you are
Within accepting
Your own Human will is
To ensure all nature
Around you
The natural world that is
Abiding within
The will of Allah
Far better than can
People without will to
Believe in their own self through
So swallow the lot
Of your own kind of job
For if we Pray to fall
Only as Allah will we all
Then can our own will
In his continue
My Indigenous Ummah Will Islam When
Once among us arrived
The Mujahideen
And tried
To persuade us all and unseen
To with their own way abide
Many did in time
By realising we want the full story
Truth told of Qur’an not boring
And with us already aligned
But many were not ready
To make any sacrifice
To a new group of folk who
Had not yet accepted our own full knowledge
So secretly adopted
New law in mind
Yet all the while
Refraining from pronouncing
Shahada
That is until
As was our will
We found it inevitable
By having proved what caused the ill
We perceived was
Such a longing need
For the cover of
Self righteousness as clothing
Was always the frame of our bone with
Yet when we begin to have
That we know we always had
But now becoming our own
Full bodily five senses evidence
That
We knew for certain
Why Islam is
For us to learn way how get
What was being
Off us ripped
By our own selves
Fallen to imagining
As though belief is
We were not already Muslim
While this certain finding
Is ours because
First through the fire now
Awake among us have the few already passed
That our will be certain
Of teaching in Islam
The pond has
Many more discreet ways
Than only our marsupial dance craze
So to our people true
Always loyal to our own way
We are never who will tell you
Not to
Take your self that hard
As to find what discretion of waters
Be yours
But
Will is found to
Take life that hard along with you
For in Islam is reason
This to do
That by conscience will we for you
An Aborigine will be
What we ever make of you
By your foots falling upon
This ground become
The Earth to which
You now belong
Watercress Salad the Best
Sweet aroma
Stick-ly flavour
Sickened mind
To their favour
A watercress salad
In payment
Will it be a date then
No thanks for when
The Buckwheat
Broccoli
Miso and tahini
Had my mind
There were linseeds
In my Dreams
Sealing the seams
For would pomegranite
And Kangaroo stew
Make what did you do
Was nothing but
Forward into much
For such
Is luck to
