All since childhood
I went busy with it,
the message I’m supposed to give of another.
It makes for short poetry.
Where are my feelings for me?
It’s been the subject of my lifetime.
Self-centered rides there,
but so does a vantage point to study life,
the name of existence on my lips.
I can only see me
as the protagonist of this drama,
only imagining what it’s like to be another.
That’s not self-centered fact.

I live here:
watching the world go by the center of myself.
You do too,
and I’ve found this out myself:
our integers are the same.
What makes a person a person
fills both our bottles
and crashes them at the same time.

The social hierarchy will not let me poet to you
the discovery we are the One.
I cannot wear a poet label
because I have not yet been given it by the crowd,
and I bleed to tell you things.

I’ve been all over this place,
climbed the mountaintop,
sojourned in hell.
I have been on broad rivers of mankind,
and I have suffocated in stinking swamps.
I have entered duality
to wear them both till kingdom come,
and then I get saved by the bell.
Reach inside me and see
I’m writing the papers of existence,
and I help existence be.

I’m fighting for my room.
You cannot harbor the truth,
the truth of anything
in its bare-bones reality.
They will get you for it,
the powers that be.
Reality is being fed to us on a silver platter
with cyanide,
and we all believe the lies.

I’m easy to take down.
I’m the most hated scapegoat of the day,
but that opens up truth in a man,
having to face himself to society’s mirror,
and you are sincere to the test.
It can open up worlds of seeing.
It can make you love humanity
when your self-love has joined the same.

We stand on great big tests today
that eat our lunch.
Never a lie’s been told,
the dinjins will tell you
and mothers and fathers all over this land
and governments and snake pit operators.
Oh my little child you are safe
in how we rule things.
You must dog eat dog
and get out there and compete
for bread.
It’s greatness of your kind.
The devil dance on a great mankind,
and we will go to war to prove it.

Now let me tell you somethin’.
It’s all subterfuge.
We are avoidin’ what makes Tommy safe,
Wendy grand.
We have to flower in our room to humanity my dear,
find the Self in everyone,
and let that be our guiding light
to discovering God
lookin’ at the world through our eyes
in the fullness of his vision
here on earth.
I just told you the truth,
what’s happenin’
in the evolution of time on earth,
in the world play
we’re all a part of.
That’s the secret that all existence hides.
Can’t you see it yet?