This post contains the three poems of mine which he responded to, as per the e-mails forwarded now on into this website.
Bizarrely, he also attempted to informed me, that if one makes writing "left align" then you can read the first word in each line as the persons left wing analysis, while if you "right align" the words form a right wing analysis. However, I do not believe him, and reckon that either ASIO are all totally balmy, or he was attempting to convince me to behave in a way which might cause others to suppose that I have an actual serious mental illness. Either that or he was attempting to assert that premise as his own psychological experiment, or had been introduced to the idea among other ideas of how mass psychosis works.
Whoever he is portrays himself as a slightly mad left wing street activist, and has been arrested demonstrating in South Australia as though to prove his left wing kudos. He has strange tattoos on his arms, which are not the sort normally agreed to in the tattoo parlours, one a plain green, and another is a plain red target.
After many years of being under ASIO surveillance, and having frequently enough decided upon the strategy of speaking with persons whom I am wary of, so as to either give evidence of no need to worry, give evidence that they are likely to be a policeman, or to leave me further wondering: I was initially certain that there was a high likelihood that "shok" worked for ASIO. He is normally quite good at that work it seems. However, there was a situation in which he exposed to me that he is an ASIO employee, then gave me frightening information, but then said something else so that I knew he would try to portray me as insane if my own mind were to agree with his statement of his status. The poems he received from me were directly after he asserted that I was not the author of my own poetry, and he then gave me his e-mail address. I decided to play along with what he was supposing of me: that I was not intelligent to his attempts to manipulate my psychology. And the result is the e-mails he sent me, by altering my poems then forwarding to me, which I have posted in the next three posts after this one.
Significantly also, ASIO seem to have been encouraging the Queensland State police force to suppose that they are certain that my brain is non-functional in my own decision making, and thereby Queensland police have been strikingly biased against me, including around the circumstances of a family law court case. Even while writing this I was approached in the public library by a different person whom is highly likely also to be a non-uniform policeman, and he spoke to me extremely patronisingly about the fact that I have had a haircut. Whatever the police might want to believe, the fact is that if we have already been branded with the worst possible reputation -which is what has happened to me since moving to the state of Queensland, after my children's father, unexpectedly and uncharacteristically, refused to return my children into my custody- then playing along with police presumptions that belief in left wing politics, is tantamount to being extremely unintelligent and having a criminal psychology, seems to bear the fruit of letting police expose their practises, their ideology, and their methodology. However, it is not recommended for anybody with any reputation left to salvage.
Here are the original poems:
Relate to the case of legitimate obligation to abide within the letter of legislation
Regardless of what you might reckon
Yourself of the worth in the lesson
Of Islam's Prophet with those who believe in
This fact has been
That by accusing indigenous Australians
Of the worst in any human nation
We Aborigines can
At times seem to manifest aligned
To those conditions folk read of
Which establish to believe in
Where the realising of prophesy is seeming
And I here am claiming
These conditions be no more than
The form of abuse began
By those who sought to profit from
Obtaining money upon
Being first to predict how prophesy might realise to belong
So to honour Mohammed refuse to play along
With the game of blaming your money upon
How other folk in other places
Are coping with the basis
That prophesy is written upon
The Spiders: a poem about the disturbance to reality.
The spiders of our nightmares
Be never what they seem
Yet as they are spiders
Why it might well be mean
To hate them into a dream
For the cooks are savvy (only imaginatively)
The screws no navie (apparently)
The gardeners unseen
But the rock spider hated
Is only life saving
If in prison you have been
When in fact among them
Are who
Were in violence
Loved into
Telling a screw
Please but I need protection too
For the definition
Of the rock spiders status
Works on the assumption
Built into imprisoned embarrassed sodomised screws
That every bum-faced
Emprisoned inmate
Might have no reason to
Want to kill you
Unless you were so bad as they who
Were caught in the act
Charged and convicted a fact
Of assaulting a child's childhood that
The whole world is permitted to hate at
But did you
Or any man who
Asked to live through
His prison sentence
Protected from being raped to death
By other inmates not convicted for such
Since the screws can only assume
Might only be fated
For the rock spiders who
Had in fact raped a child the truth
While near by to me
Living locally I see
Are those child rapers who
Too constipated too
Be found out by prison inmates who
Have been deluded into
Supposing that
A dick covered in shit
Is what wisdom is gained through
But those silver tailed spiders
Ex-prison inmates who
Were never yet convicted for what they did do
Against their own child who
Was too deluded therein to tell you
Since in their family
The only safety has been
When rapists suffer convictions from
More overt violence than
That against the inner most sensibility
And served a prison term
As the silver tail
Sort of spiders who avail
Themselves of spiking all food
With addictive substances
If the rest of abuses of prison were not already enough
And oh the big fuss
They all make of their hate
For those rock spiders plus
Those innocent
Among whom
Have informed me of such
Will you realise then that
The abuse they needed protecting from
Might only have been of
Refusing to become
Complicit with
The whole system in which
The crimes of some men
Go unchecked by imagining
To cause us all be assuming
That another had committed it
So will you here too
Work as I can through
Knowing in certain truth
That the innocent men so abused
Have been who
Were protecting
The rest of society
From what they there in prisons
Working for organised crime did do
And that the multitude
Protecting you
Are indigenous who
Have been the worst abused
So cling on to
The crimes various
Only in part true
As that which their strength is to
Be forced into
By those whom
Have been trying to force all indigenous men into
The behaviour their own worst fears are through
Of raping childhoods many but thus no longer true
That if the force can be
Thus well displaced
Into any other criminal face
Best let that be the case
Better to realise this mate
That fighting for justice
By making men into inmates
Of such untold corruptions
To the humanity of our nation state
Can sustain no legal case
No matter how many efforts were made
To imply that those of us who inform you of why
Might be the criminal type
Able to be policed
Within an anti-terrorist base
Of policing unchecked
Meanwhile the use of the prisons
And spider and insect songs in
Has been
How the brothels which rape children
Imagined that they were funding
Excusing the crimes
Of what costs every life
For no more will I be yet another wife
To men who've been inmates of the prisons in strife
Without speaking up about these wasted lives
Being spent upon how organised crime
Maintain letting the richest in monetary means
Imagine impossible excuses to find
Are the real Australian dream
So believe it in me to beNow time
This story is begun
To be told right
Even despite
That in the knowledge every person alive might
Perceive that death exists of just knowing this
Such is the fear
Of the men whose lives
So beaten down
Refused
So far yet to tell to you
Not that they wanted the hell they are in to continue
But that they wished not for it ever to
Expand out into
The whole society as news
But for a mother's need of her husband
Will I now here begin to say the truth of
What must be ended with
For if the conditions in
Prisons are let to continue
Will there be no life left with any real value
Unless
The spiders of our dreams
Are not let out into
The world that is not as it seems
But rather realise their bites fail through
Not being the right form of life
Through which the exorcism
Of the nightmare of child rape
Will be worked out alright
Through the mud crabs
The prawns
The grubs and worms
Of our mental storms
Have the invertebrates
And singled cell creatures mate
Knowledge in DNA of living the fate
Through which into deliver those nightmares
Of hate never to enact And of late
The key to it never again happening
This be found of that fact
In being those nightmares gate
The experience of every inmate
Of any Australian prison
Has been the terror of
Becoming their own sodomist
For only when engaging in
That most terrible of sins
Are the perpetrators of child abuse
Not imagining to excuse their selves through
So do
Believe also you who
Fear what I write here might well be true
Know that to
End of this night mare
Of timelessness undermined
We all just might
Want of the exoskeletal dreaming
To be attuned in just right
Such as that our own humanity in spite
For the turtle will ever
Be the evidence of forever
Has the end of all child rape
Been in God inevitable
And of sodomy's ripe test
Through the first Angel in Revelations
This singularly Islamic status
Rather just find
Better than sodomy's bind
Is the mutual identification
With each and every of
Our own gender station
Being the way we
In humanity traditionally
Blunt the effect of
What lust does to us
So recognise that such
Makes death the must
Unavoidably the reason of
And no matter by whose call
Know that only to Allah
Can death's benefit fall
Christmas
I took this
You gave which
Could make of
My Christmas
Yet without its
Potential
In reality is
That the path towards
What you tried to cause
Prevented
Just as I had
Originally contended
For your facts had
The truth
Only pretended
Not of my own efforts expended
Nor resources available to be spent for
Yet if not for
The large expensive core
Of your direction
Upon the path of the poor
Surrounded as we all were
By being fully obstructed
In the realm of real justice
For Christmas this
Is that which
Never could have come
The way you gave it
Yet the orange flavour
The fabric made for
Cake baked because
My word not a pauper's
In social mores for you tasted
Love have I not this Christmas wasted
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