Bora born
About time _
The master time keepers' buried clock, ticks
backward to when thought was laid down.
Creation unfolds a Living Library
the information highway, duty bound.
Always tested, never learnt from histories
flow, tortured tyrants with crooked long necks.
Principles now fetid, poor students, too
stupid, the cause in place, well in effect.
Terror draws from terror born, pretenders
count numbers bundled up in lots of three.
This code of practice, an influence for
some time, principles crossed, none are set free.
Outlawed, the tease continues, freedom finds
time forever patient in spatial loops.
The elite self-absorbed in ancient lore
with long sight, patriotise lost blind troops.
Your real Mother is waiting time taster
secret groups rake carnal minds, Eden now
boxed up, pickled, driven by influence
the background reverses, to press real time.
Go to your Mother trickster of nations
she will prick your mind to cure your disease.
You killers of cultures will not prevail
in your wilderness of consumer greed.
- O -
© jan 2007 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Written on New Years Eve for 2007. This is the year humanity will sort
most of it out. The polarities of the last five years will have settled. The year of
personal choice will have arrived to herald the elites last roll of the dice in 2008.
backward to when thought was laid down.
Creation unfolds a Living Library
the information highway, duty bound.
Always tested, never learnt from histories
flow, tortured tyrants with crooked long necks.
Principles now fetid, poor students, too
stupid, the cause in place, well in effect.
Terror draws from terror born, pretenders
count numbers bundled up in lots of three.
This code of practice, an influence for
some time, principles crossed, none are set free.
Outlawed, the tease continues, freedom finds
time forever patient in spatial loops.
The elite self-absorbed in ancient lore
with long sight, patriotise lost blind troops.
Your real Mother is waiting time taster
secret groups rake carnal minds, Eden now
boxed up, pickled, driven by influence
the background reverses, to press real time.
Go to your Mother trickster of nations
she will prick your mind to cure your disease.
You killers of cultures will not prevail
in your wilderness of consumer greed.
- O -
© jan 2007 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Written on New Years Eve for 2007. This is the year humanity will sort
most of it out. The polarities of the last five years will have settled. The year of
personal choice will have arrived to herald the elites last roll of the dice in 2008.
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