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Gambling, dementia, & other western curses.
(Inspired by this morning's ABC Radio National 'Breakfast' current affairs' drone on the usual maladies of Astrayliarn..., that-is..., whitefaced, Judeo-Christian culture...
It has to be said, that for decades, I've recognised that 'poetry' is the Highest form of lingual (?) expression, and for perhaps as long, at least since the earliest of depressions caused by my frustrations about being less-than-able to make my political commentaries on-the-mark, and mostly, succinct, I've 'dreamed' of writing everything on politics, and other matters, in poetic form.
But for at least two decades, I've also seen that once a certain level of skill is reached in the art of 'Wordsmithing', poetry can be misused and thus is but the ego at play. In leisure, not an 'evil' thing. But in politics, or in concerns about the Common Weal, it stands to reason that there has to be no room given to the ego to 'play'.
I wrote a poem about this very subject about 20 years ago, which was pretty good, I must say, which may be on this or another of my weblogs 'poemsofmaxnodifference', perhaps?
“Is it the right of the writer to hedonise,
About his gift of putting thoughts into words....”
are the opening lines, and all I remember.
Nevetheless, feeling 'vacuous' from this morning's as said 'drone' on the radio I'm induced to listen to, a feeling of carelessness, or of a less serious nature, allowed these word to float up from the inner depths...... I hope those named, like it?)
Gambling, dementia, & other western curses.
An Ode to a few of 'The Greats', of today's Australian federal parliament.
Champions come and Champions go, and one day, decades away, even the Good Man Andrew Wilkie will rise, upto the skies, and be done with this demented gamble of a nation.
And Deserve he will, his Soul's eventual Elevation!
His Legacy may stay, in our Collective memory, and for his and the Righteous acts of Xenophon, gambling will be long gone.
And perhaps, maybe, every other malady of this perverted cult of Judeo-Christianity, will also go the way of fools, and pass-on.
Down down down, and like our collective intellectual drought will drown, and once more, the Immortals of the Land, will be allowed to Teach us how to raise and use our Wisdom Tools.
And in the most optimistic mode, even the IMF mayhap will soon explode, and in the BANG take-out all the mutant corporate whitefaces with it.
And before the BIG tectonic shift, from Seas of Tranquillity to all shores may drift, rafts of surviving Rightminded Levites, bearing for once, a Scientifically True Gift, and into our accounts make the richest deposit?
But the IMF's psychosis is millennia-deep, and their Higher minds, by their own delusional devils kept asleep, so we can't get too hopeful, nor even hold to 'faith', that something good may come to them anytime. They have cooked-up a very sticky type of un-nay-ANTI-economic slime.
So battle-on we must, and perhaps in the Righteous like Independents Wilke, Oakeshot, Windsor, Katter and Wiser minds Trust, that Justice comes before the tension breaks, before the planet undertakes, the end of days the fuckwit flockers are preparing.
And ALL see it's e'rybody's Duty, to face down the devils in the OFFSHORE corporate parties, and march them out to the stocks, noose or guillotine, know what I mean, for their shallow gutless crimes of all the People oppressing and a-scaring.
And ALL PRAISE the Wise, Intelligent and those of Honor, who REJECT the clergy's cursed collar, which drains all Spirit of Integrity from our Common, Communities' Souls.
Support the 3 Wise Tribes at all costs, “TO THE BARRICADES!” or all is lost, and ready yourn Soul for a Sweeter Eternity.
Fear not the northern white elite's demented hexes, they grow their own Hellish vexes, and look not at 'greys' with fear, but try to understand (if they are) why they're here.
The Garden of Wisdom is now long lost, and at an horrible cost, and the lost tribes of Judea want us all to follow them.
Down to their purgatory, to believe their bitter and twisted story, that path leads no-one to Glory, just like their black book, to Armageddon, and their revengeful yet our unnecessary end.
For within the Levite's Tomes, breathes the Key for everyone's Safe Homes, and thus the dispelling of the need to gamble the rent, or with anger and violence vent, our disgust at the way the jacks force us to be.
For humble though I try to be, it does seem obvious to me, that we gamble and 'medicate' on grog, drugs, and perversions of every kind, because our hearts, and minds, are kept from Rightfully spending our time, in Common Effort, in Harmony with the Greater Orb of Earth.
For if we were thinking aright, we'd see the folly of having to fight, to pay the thieving landlordal dogs of FOREIGN banks-&-co, for somewhere our food to grow, and for anything we might regard as a Good.
They prevent us from spending our stored time and energy as we SHOULD!
We'd drop our want for risk-and-gamble, in the crude and callous market of spin-doctor ramble, and TOGETHER Organise our Arms, and Call the Witch-Doctors to make Protective Charms, and call the tyrants from the north to account for their deceits.
And make the pricks show us ALL their 'commercial-in-confidence' receipts.
And gently let the softcock royals down, put their tender feet back on REALGround, and let 'em see the Joy in getting' dirt under their prissy fingernails.
Not competing with the neighbour for greedy inedible profits, but in Communion digging up the carrots, and sharing the work of cooking and building the houses and recreational forest trails.
Thus away with dysfunctional want to waste, our bodies and earnings to paste, a band-aid over our long, long tormented Souls.
So a bloke can walk or ride down the street, and not ever have to secret, his antipathy at all the FUCKING STUPID CARS.
And if he or she might like, scoot over on a nice motorbike, to the next village for a few drinks at the next mob's friendly Free House bar.
And all-the-while knowing, that even while idle time and HEALTHY beer is flowing, the house, spouse and Extended Family will still be safe.
And never again be under threat, from the evil landlords want to debit, our Souls and Spirit for their insane lying and speculative whiteface.
So...., Champions come and Champions go, like the millions of days not all so long ago, who saw the folly of the myopic trends of ignorance, greed and the advertised whiteface corporate mememememe.
But to those Honorable Heroes who are now here, let us all raise a glass and CHEER! The Efforts and Courage of their Righteous and Wise, Independent Minds. But let's also urge them to address, the Edicts of the Wise and Blessed, so through Land Rent we CAN all be at long last, Permanently, Economically Free!
And if we hear any tiny habit, or Ruthless Murderers of Truth putting them or the Rudders down, rather than rushing them to the tank to drown, just wave them-off with a quiet laugh, in time before or after the fall they'll pass, and know, in time, Our Souls will Rise, like the Brave Amigos and ex-Spies, to the Garden of The Immortals, The Wise, of Heaven's Eternally Blue Skies.
To Gnostic Philosophers, Ethicists and of Honor, such simple Truths come as no surprise!
Sans Peur! Brave Warriors! Fear Nothing!
All Praise the Immortals!
All Praise the Warriors who have fallen Fighting for a Just World!
From the Traveling 4x4 Tent of
King Commo
aka Countryzen bin Eartha
aka Omaxa bin Eartha
aka Max Earth
Outlaw, for
GLOBAL
Land,
Tax,
Housing,
Family,
Agricultural,
Cult,
Media,
Drug,
Work,
Education &
Environmental
LAW REFORM
ULURUBA
apologies for strange text size or formatting..., spooks in the machine!
