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Tobacco
I know of a bloke
Who holds his accounts afloat
By blaming whomever
Need partake of
Any medicine
That is prescribed within
Legislation
And when
Once I believed him
Then he told me I needed
To get such medicine
Of the anti-psychotic variety
Presumably
From believing in him
And I got and took it
And I found therein
All my Dreams turned in
To the nightmare of
His own hate for life
And his own worth depised of
In his consciousness
That such as he is
He needed to force me
Psychologically
To take such medicine
Only so as he
Could be manifesting
Any real sanity
While in the meantime
I stopped taking the medicine
Then stopped needing him
Then recovered
So all is well but
For to find that
He still blames me at
And sought to force me
Take such medicine again
So as to enable
That my own Dreams
Of reality
Can make only himself stable
And have no way
To manifest me
Which supposition
I resisted immensely
Until now here you see
I am remembering
That when I took of
That anti-psychotic
Medicine
I promised myself
In each swallow
To take upon myself
What he blamed me with
While he imagined
His own good health
At my expense his dish of wealth
And so now might I
Begin
To believe I
Can condemn
His falsehoods
By every swallow
Of any future medicine
Including even
The food I buy
That well might you also
Remember me and give it a try
To improve your own mental health
Just by
Commitment to believe
In only what has evidence
Every time you chew
And swallow what
It is you your self need
And as for the bloke
His last delusion of me
Will be for him to choke
Since he believed in
My worldly offer
Of health to him
As though without
That accompanying
Condition
That he like me
Give up
Tobaccoo
The Cry That Knows No Supposition
There are some who suppose
Having a baby
Enables absolution
Of any sin in
The acts of
Sexualised behaviour
That is enabled
Facilitate conception
Which can be true
Of course only because
There is no absolution
Of any crime against
The child born
That sin-less sex
For procreation
If in truth had a pleasure motivation
Is made more expensive
In the measure of sin
Than is sex with contraception
In every instant in which
Your babe in arms
Cries
With consuming the world’s poor tide
And you can not yourself
Immediately resolve
The tears of the child who knows time
For your own act caused
That you must realise
What every sexual expense will be ever of
For in giving birth
The lesson is
This experience
Is just the beginning
Of responsibility
For far more than the
Simplicity of pleasure’s fee
So be not one among
Those decreasing sums
Of folk who in some
Maddened mind supposed upon
What is the nature of being willing
And what that fact of consent
Can have done to the cost of love’s rent
Tonight’s Dream
Tonight my Dreams have been
Evidenced to be invaded
Interrupted by police asserting
Their own false control of our Dreamtime
Such that we may detect
What in we have been leaking
From our minds into police delusions
About the imagination
Of control of ancient song cycles
That I will permanent
Refuse to get
Tricked into such assertions
For I know true
The Dreamtime belongs with me and you
And every mind law abiding
For in Allah the truth
Even the criminal’s mind
Need not accept of
Police accusing
As though their cause is
No more than to convict their own story
So let them live only in the day time
In the world of the physical evidence mind
While will I ever persist
In explaining
Through Dream lines
Of Song cycles
Travelling the Earth’s ley lines
Have no far of police assertions
For will I reassert the thing
To believe in
If your own Dream cycle
Is real
And the Song lines your deal
Believe in Allah
Jesus is King
And Qur’an belong to the land
So tonight
Like every night
When woken upon a Dream with might
Will I awaken to engage in
Enacting what through True Law is proven
That this night is including
Refuting police asserting
Their control of our song
Has any relevance upon
Ancient story cycles reforming
Allah forever will love the land
Jesus is King
Thus tells Qur’an
That poem is one which was composed at about 2.30 am this morning 4th October 2007, after waking in a fright exactly as the poem describes, and then using my words, spoken aloud, to counter what was frightening me in Dreams. After that I wrote the poem. This is normal for my process. So normal in fact that for me, every day, the new poetry I make, seems suddenly more important than any previous; but I know that is not usually true, and that I can improve upon each and every. However, the purpose of my web logs is to document the original compositions, just in case, in our collective Dream mind, the words I make might need to be traced.
I Have Been
Been prosecuted in mind with
Not being black enough of kind
To that the socially acceptable give
But when of their gift is
Only the greed to be whiter
Which they give of by theft of
What I had been of blacker than them
And when I refuse
To take into my behaviour
What it is that I take in mind of them
Are they accusing me
Of being too white
When what I can see
Is that my own behaviour
Is already much blacker
That must I mentally point to
Their insidious ignorance
Of their own whiteness
As my methodology blackly
In tackling the whites who
Tend to
Be less able resist
Behaving only as they have Dreamed through
In pleasure seeking they do
Yet either skin colour
Bears with less consequence
In how black any of us are
In the final analysis
And of how dark our children are
Than does real culture
In which
The patterns for whiteness
Have an extra layer of pride that
Is not how we are made but
Neither externally apparent
Except in that
It is opposite
To black people’s pride at
The fact that most white have
More pride in
The most intimate secrets
Pride held between lovers
Is that which never registers
The full consequences
That of fear of
By the minded way of why
I believe I am truly
An Australian Aborigine
Despite my white skin covering
So have bound myself down by
The culture well founded
In what ever made any one
Deadly black
Thanks for reading me
Alaykumuassalam Rivaq
