This is a set of poems with a funny story about police

The Black Out that Never Was White

A blacked out love shout
A black person who might
Blame white skin for white
Might only thereby
Let whites take shelter in
The white washing
Of so becoming accused
As though white skin is a covering
That black might not
Then see through
The white layer
Into specific individuals details
Of debts in truth internally acknowledged
Owing any of you who so see the true hue
While the white folk who blame black
Certainly of what black skin folk can see
Against white people’s minds really
Are folk who only find
Themselves pulled up in time
Learning by black company
Not to go blaming just anything they see
Because how black only can really
Count our any crime of white reality
Is by white skin’s invisibility
That white skin Dreaming
Has an Emperors new clothes feeling
So why do black people clothe white
With the accusation of being
Or ever even let it so be seeming
Since no white wash ever stuck without the black man’s brush
Yet neither a black man used it without white the wash
 
Are your drugs black, white, or green?

Drugs whitely less greedy
Of drug use
Is the fault whose
When the addicts chose
Rather than to seek faults out of the future
But deciding not to swallow their lot to
That far better
To be is reliably
Engaged in inspecting their own past been
To find a positive consequence
For which to repeat
So if they are no longer accusing
Yet still you find drug users depending
Upon your own over spending
Because their good deeds
They repeat
Were blindly relying
Upon becoming
So indebted to your own spending
That they have so feared blackly fending
Then why only like me
Might you need
To give them a happiness to repeat
Suiting well to your need
And that of all children you see
The best known
Was less fortunately so sewn
As an escape route from Nazis who booted its route
And is the wish
For a future in bliss
Of reconciling
Flora with Human fauna genes
Would they find it
To so seem
Meanwhile just a beam
Of audience participation
Is causal to their permanent fate in
The way into Jannah paved with these
Not green not rotten but plastered by the police
While my multicoloured fruit fix
Might be known as
Just another drug ditch
 
DJinn Net

Don’t get
The hinter wet
With its web net
Of inter intelligence spent
But fall to it
Finding your self at
Unable to have any impact
Except by what you really enact
So to have your own truth known
Your own world wide web spent dress grown
Just press its keys
While believing in
Your own true account
Being caused by only your own real behaviour
Of your own behavioural amount
But take care of all that then will have you
Since the fiming is not within your own account to
But at the mercy of real Moslem Jinn
With every electron of electricity usage
So let who can count it for real in
 
Complicit with my Jihad be

Stand with me
And rather be
Of complicity
In giving Alms to Moslems
As though providing material support for terrorism
Could be through any Mosque
And in every gift
Or realer than every cent we spend
Upon capitalist commodification
Rather than bend
Our selves into living without
The seeds of our doubt
The receipting of commodities
Only attainable
By the bosses impositions of false fears of the terror that is
So prefer to give generously
Than find your self
Complicit with
The war on terror
As though preventing
Our minds acquiring
Truth in Dreaming
Of what cause has death bleeding
Might supply
The want of America’s ignorance not brave
To have a fight
Without believing in
Their own fault to be paid
So complicit
Then am I
In Jihad
And Terror
And so might one day I die
Yet never without first having realised
Complicit with
Mujahid
Is less hard to swallow in death
Than any other complicitness
That the world of Peace is
Upon what Peace we might see
In the end of the forty years long
Already much awaited yet missed
Passed with barely any notice
Perhaps except by Che Guevara’s supporters
And those whose citizenships were made just before his death
That complicit we all have been
And complicit will I continue
In letting you all know
Don’t fear me
But only your own certainty
Since what ever it is
Won’t help me
 
What makes the mind black

As black as that sat
By the bus stop and wondered
Upon why they pondered at
Assertions of what it is that
Among our behaviour defines taking it black
When we’ve all been forced to
Accept plenty of self at
What we never could come at
Having to enact
So whomever does act
What ever harms children
Is the real fact of the wrong that
Is ripping off life
Taking it white but by ignoring
The black behavioural warning
So take your own self black
By caution in what you enact
Yet still absorbing
Every of life’s warnings
Only as well as it shows
We expect
Our own children to behave
Well and black
To any good father’s name
 
(this next one has an hilarious repercussion, by how it came into my mind, through direct association with a friend of mine)

You don’t have to believe in Dolly Parton
To want to start an
Australian farting
 
Hated Feeling

When it feels like
The whole world wants to hate me
Only because they can’t make me
Be so ill as they be
To have imagined I need like
A real criminal
Only because so seemingly
Have the wrong we all do to
The Earth been excused
Why I think I
Might fall into the dire
Peril of hating every body who
 
POLICE

Tell the police the truth
Of our political activists roof
Presenting ourselves in our action
The main frame of societal disillusionment refraction
Upon the police’s own special platter
Then follow through with even the latter
While sending out
A few decoy scouts
To lead those overly suspicious police
Out on our own chase of wild geese
But as for what’s really going on
Why I think we can all agree
No body knows what real there is
Without direct involvement
Thus complicity
Yet whose detailing
Of every policing situation
Might have did
We could ever agree
 
Salamualaykum to who has read all these, with a special thanks to the moderator because I realise that the task might be a bit onerous.

What the whole set of poems, given into a context here in Australia, in which police can observe, has proven to me, is that the police are wantonly subject to the whims of shaytan, and to that extent this nation state has no law within shari'ah except where Muslims are in observance of.

The police are so wanton to prove that I am either a prostitue able to be charged with sedition, or without any control of my mental faculties, that they have pursued a course of action in which it is obvious that either they have grieviously wronged me and my children, by seperating us because of false claims that I am insane and have no control of myself, or they are wasting police resources by keeping an innocent, but rendered slightly crazy, girl-mother, under the surveillance due to real terrorists.

Can it all be really only because I write bad poetry?

But that ought to be enough only to prove my own claim about myself. That I am turning into a bad joke about being a bad joke about policing.

Alaykumuassalam
 
Salam Azhar 786

(I know a bad joke about the number 786 but will not tell it)

Glad it is at least interestin for

salam rebecca
 

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