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God Greatest of Divinity

GOD...Greatest..Of..Divinity
The power of existence,
time and intelligence.
Forming creation, beyond any imagination.
Dimensions that be planned, never to understand,
with universes that extend and expand.

Synergies and energies,
energies that create, control and regenerate.
Living, being, giving, receiving and dying.
All with imperfections and each own corrections,
generations after generations beyond experimentations.

Formations of universes with history and mystery,
forever changing and never ending.
What is, was, has and will be,
all limitless and timeless,
with a Karmic balance not just chance.

Preservation, designation, regeneration,
unlike religion.
Birth has death and death has worth.
Believe, in a soulful, spiritual, truthful self,
a God gifted wealth,
as God is....

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My Prayer

THE PRAYER
Oh dear universal God,
educated in religion I am not,
but this I know and feel it so,
with this body and mind,
a soul you shall find.
Confessing at times, evil led astray,
as I yearned to have my own way.


For goodness and God,
I became blind,
and at times, I did not reach,
nor try to find you dear God,
leaving me in darkness and disaster,
hearing echoes, 
of evil laughter.

Then to cry in pain,
with guilt and shame.
I pray for forgiveness, upon my knees,
and for thy heavenly pleas,
You answer my prayer in loving care,
restoring my wisdom and sight,
from evil temptation to fight.

With pennance I heal,
but spiritual scars still remain,
a memory,
not fall from God to evil again,
and to help fulfil, 
the Godly souls with goodwill.
Amen.

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The Ballad of Ma Possum

THE BALLAD OF MA POSSUM
Roofing like a penthouse floor,
Tis not a haunt but Ma's snore.
A wombatic possum in appearance,
Being nature's pinup is her arrogance.
Her distintictive, brush, bob tail, loss,
reputedly, respected as the boss poss.

Hearing her grunt and fight,
echoing a freaky still night fright.
Oh!, nightlife beware,
if Ma is anywhere.
trees n eyes in the wood
is part of Ma's family hood.

Scratchings at the door,
signals to eat, until no more,
Possum busters have done their best,
But Ma thinks, tis a game and quest.
With her teeth and claws,
makes furnishings with any trapddors.

Characterise, personalise or humanise,
big booted, smudged lipstick and pearl,
smokin cigars, no sweet little girl,
tough and ready to roll,
she aint no possum doll.
A pet possum sage, 
outliving the legends of her long age.

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You Are---I Am

YOU  ARE ,,,I AM
Sprinkles of stardust upon the Earth,
souls spiritualised, and given birth.
Sprouting growth from solar rays,
in each a special DNA.

Experiencing, reception, conception,
perception and own deception,
as not the same,
life being an illusionary game

Identities as humans we be,
but eyes so differently we may see,
humanity is so diverse,
like a species curse.

Gifted with intelligence,
but varied in talents and sense,
never understanding to find,
the matrix of another mind,
nor the complexity of each chemistry.

Human history in part catastrophe,
each consciousness creating,
an essence of their presence
displaying auric potions of their emotions.

Senses and sensibility,
pursuing paths of probability,
being complimentary or calamity,
so separated in unity is humanity.

Yet we populate and regenerate,
as sprinkles of stardust upon the Earth,
as part of the human history and mystery,
together, we, you are, I am

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Valentines Day In Aussie Bush

VALENTINES DAY IN AUSSIE BUSH

Awakening with a romantic itch,
Then a scratch where I had burst a stitch,
looking at my beaut shagger named sheila,
as a randy ram, try to hug her,
tis Valentines Day in Whattabugga.

Love is in the bush out west,
all that walks, crawls, or calls do their best.
Upon this farm there is no calm,
for all feel that Valentine charm.

Kebabra of sheep 
could be heard all night without any sleep.
Calling all crow, this rooster is on show.
That goat, oh damn!, is horny for porky ham,
and Freckie the Frill neck, tries to Goanna,
while the Kookaburra laughs in a speckled bandanna.

My best mate arrives, called Whatafella,
only blued eyed dog in Whattabugga,
with bottle brush from down da riva,
a prezzie for my missus, I try'n' giv ha,
still with wild bees,
to try 'n' please,
smiling "Darls have ne recipes for these.

Love is in the Aussie bush out west,
All that walks, crawls, or calls do their best.

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Song of Forgiveness

SONG OF FORGIVENESS
Warmth and beauty under blue sky,
but heavy clouds within burst and cry.
From a thunderous mind, that let unwind,
causing a heart, to tear apart.

A PLEA TO FORGIVE,
FOR THIS SOUL TO LIVE,
ONLY FORGIVENESS WILL SAVE TOMORROW,
WITH THIS HEART AND SOUL IN SORROW.

Caused a love to burn,
and a soft soul to turn,
now spiritually beginning to churn,
with a stain from an unforgiving pain.

A PLEA TO FORGIVE,
FOR THIS SOUL TO LIVE,
ONLY FORGIVENESS WILL SAVE TOMORROW,
WITH THIS HEART AND SOUL IN SORROW.

That raging mind that makes one blind,
a shredded page scattered on our living stage.
Words of fire, that fought,
then the ashes of regretful thought.

A PLEA TO FORGIVE,
FOR THIS SOUL TO LIVE,
ONLY FORGIVENESS WILL SAVE TOMORROW,
WITH THIS HEART AND SOUL IN SORROW.

Please, please on these begging knees,
and see the pain, from these bleeding eyes,
and a heart beating, sobbing sighs,
Don't turn away, from a memory this way

A PLEA TO FORGIVE,
FOR THIS SOUL TO LIVE,
ONLY FORGIVENESS WILL SAVE TOMORROW,
WITH THIS HEART AND SOUL IN SORROW

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Aussie Outback Christmas

AUSSIE OUTBACK CHRISTMAS
Comin' 'ome in an aussie sleigh,
ol' tractor ute with a rusty tray,
with a big branch of Gum, it be
the Christmas tree .
hard to find 'em white ant free.

Nailed it to a webbed dusty wall,
usin' my boot as a hamma
watching all the spiders fall,
decorated with koala, snake an' goanna
.

Com' Christmas morn here in Whatabugga,
dis summa heat could cook a burra.
Da' ol' bath tub, empty with prezzies gorrrn,
taken outside to cook magpie 'n' corn,
while some have fun on the dusty lawn.

Some prezzies still on dah floor,
Beaut!, new hinges for the dunny door.
Mum is smilin' even more,
a rackit, for flies 'n mozzies galore,
near the size of a dinosaur.

Tis Christmas in dah' auzzie west,
with heat 'n' flies to enjoy the fest.
Singlet, shorts 'n' thongs,
our very best.
Be our guest,
and enjoy Christmas in the Auzzie west.

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Love and Pain

LOVE AND PAIN
To feel the stain, of love yet again,
with a heart stabbed, in pain.
Shattered scattered dreams,
as a candle of hope,
is melting in fears,
burning, dripping with tears.

Smokey ashes of love,
an SOS to the stars and heaven above.
Collective clouds of sentimental memories,
and dark shadows under moonlit rays.
Feelings coldly churning into stormy gusts,
choking me is my loving trusts.

Spiritually sinking into darkness,
closing defensive doors to sadness.
Awaiting destiny in question, why?,
as inside my soul, I search and cry.

Until I find another seed,
a seed that grows with loving need,
that special soul, to fulfil a heartfelt hole,
belief, of love a miracle in life,
and again to feel love and pain

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Of Life N Death

Of  LIFE N DEATH
When the night blanket,
covers sol the living sun,
a darker energy has begun.

In time of night n day,
beings, entities, rest n play,
t'is but good n evil,
in every possible way,

Truth, origin, reflection, distortion,
deception, perception, confusion,
spiritually, mentally, in differing direction.

The universe an infinite matrix,
programming it's own theatrics,
all having purpose in existence,
in learning, teaching, existence.

Life is not by chance,
but in design and balance,
celestial recycling a thoughtful glance.

Time is an endurence of occurence,
with the probability of any possibility.
Mortality being a measure of adaptability,
as each created life,
is a perception of it's own reality.

 Death may be reward, 
from living in an evil accord.
Life n death, thought n care.
in anyway and anywhere

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Depths of Depression

DEPTHS OF DEPRESSION,
Beyond these eyes,
rages a mental war,
in a darkness not seen before,
and a heart so hard,
from being battle scarred.

Feelings, fighting, flaming flashbacks.
Nerves become stabbing knives,
Stress is a marathon of distress,
nightmares without defence,
and prayers, like SOS flares.

Future is a vision of fatality,
deceived, defeated, unsustainability.
Happiness hides with hope,
from a creeping cold harshness,
a shadow of fear, following in rear.

Love lies in lament,
buried in black wet cement
Revenge begins to rage,
forgiveness flees, 
from this emotional cage.

Curses  have also crept,
from darkness, where luck is kept,
frustration is wrestling, 
as sanity is struggling,
feeling sickly sad or mad.

Like an injured dog bitten by fleas,
then again kicked,
without understanding the pleas,
as living this curse is getting worse,
falling, deeper down, in sorrow to drown.

Then hearing echoed words of care,
and a mystical angelic hand,
tattooed " I have been there"
remembering words,
"Live life to learn and share",
and always give caring thought to those in despair