If you are reading this poem on a phone, note that the integrity of the lines, a major feature of poetry, is not displayed properly. Many if not most get cut short because of the small screen.
It snows in springtime, off the board. It smells in springtime— says my dog. She loves it there— a smell ring. David son of Benjamin, he suffers there. Everybody thinks he’s a Jew. Medieval applications apply. He’s magnificent— a great people. Jesus son of Benjamin, see what I mean?
To see it’s a world of scary mystery me’s, [sing line] and that’s in the oven. You don’t have the price is right. This is grandiosa me. Thank you. Whadda I do? Everything on Earth’s fine, just you have some problems in it, unnaturally in your lane. It’s a bear, and you get richly left alone too much for the shadows, and they are monsters. Oh, okay, I’m left alone in the dark.
I’m feelin’ Planet Earth. Now you’re a smart cookie, a smart little girl. Earth is fine means you have to study yourself to understand its price. It’s a werewolf. It hates you and hates you and hates you, and I’m sorry, but this is disguised as love. Even your loved ones stand with you where everyone feels alone. You can’t get enough love.
The secret of the ages: you know every human being just wants to be loved. This is powerful. It eats you alive. What’s to do about it? I’m right in the middle of this, okay? But I have the most amazing charge: everything’s alive, and I feel the likes of everybody. I can’t get over you, how big you are to yourself as I am. I really hurt for you, and I feel you deeply. This casts me alone under the eyes of everybody, all these deities, so many devils, beings in every corner of the woods, nature spirit upon nature spirit upon nature spirit, and so many spirits you don’t understand, and so many things have eyes.
Can you get a load of my day? It’s so cozy in bed with my dog. Great feelins— I don’t have the world on my back, and I’m in my cocoon shimmerin’ with my dog. Nature approves. I gather strength there. Do you know I make my night a boat to curse on the world’s dreams 11:30? I’m gonna make it outta here to another field of consciousness that experiences the world differently 12 o’clock high.
I have a question. What’s that boat about? The world is your illusion right in front of you. The reality’s inside, but you live in the world like it’s free. You have no obligations or even thoughts in your head, no sense of I at all, but you fulfill everybody perfectly. You’re not a go-getter. It’s passive, warm, and kind. You’re just there, like a star in the sky, and you know this is dangerous on earth. People want to eat you, but you’ve arrived at the starting point to bring down God on earth.
Future plans we grab the Earth by its horns and divinize the living shit out of it and make it nice and green. We make it right. This is all in our heads, and we will bring down Supermind here. Aeons away? I have no idea, and I hamburger for enlightenment now, the spiritual change, but the closer I get, I just can’t get there. I see everything, but it still bites.
I’m a cashier at a register makin’ Walmart money, and do you know how normal that is? I’m a cashier for enlightenment now. Enlightenment squirrels. The public sees you as a target to handle their groceries and items, and they really sympathize with you doing that for the most part. You got a loan together, the public and you, to bring humanity home. You are so intimate with their stuff, and they trust you. I take every customer as my responsibility. I want to touch them there: the immediacy of the moment is fine with them. It’s what Walmart strives for but doesn’t know how to do. Thank you. I’m meat in their hands, but let’s get on with it.
I love humanity don’t you? I cannot profound things to the very cosa itself, what we’re doin’ here and why. I can tell you how wide it is, but I cannot big get there. We’re on a spaceship you know. Glidin’ through Earth are cosmic agencies, and there is bigger than that. Do you know the Alone fronts your face? Try that mystery. It’s apart from everything all things is. I alone with that sometimes. You can feel its breath upon your shoulders, but why are we here? Because it is we are. That’s all I can tell yah. We are its strings to pull existence along that it opens nothingness with. I get enough sustenance from that thought to satisfy my cravings for being.
And every one of us is like that: me I’m an alligator eating nothingness alive. That’s personal. Have I given you the spoon yet? Can you take existence by the hand and bake it to where it means somethin’? Can you eat off my words? To bring their items home, I have that job with customers. I match them with their price. Give me a minute. I’ll get better at this job, like you will improve my see. I can’t talk to you general public. You’ve blocked me out. A poet and his public, is there a ringer there? Is there even a price? All the old gatekeepers apply. They will not let you do it anywhere else, be a public poet. You have to be gateway approved. Even the reader readin’ this will not poet it in his box if it’s not found poetry on an official poetry channel. We’re squirrels that way. We’re herd sour, and I can’t get out of this pen. Fine, I’ll tell you again.
Everything has eyes. Can you live there? Can you feel humanity’s heat like it’s your own baked bread? Can you see your dog’s as person as you, minus the grasp with the hands the grasp in thought, and you love those creatures? I’m stoppin’ eatin’ meat. I just can’t take it, all those little lives snuffed out to arrive on my table after untold suffering. I feel the meat I eat, and it’s paradise here in America, a meat lover’s paradise. We just don’t know what hurts. I’m not a fanatic about it. I’ll just get that conscious diet, not freak out if I eat an animal a time or two, feelin’ its life. Can you get there, laid back about it all, not offended by anything? You’re just lookin’ at yourself studyin’ your every day to be a better me in it, to develop yourself to answer God’s prayers. That’s the price of livin’ if you want to know. That’s what we all take on. That’s what we all live to Earth is better this planet right now. You feel me dog?
Then change my name. Change your body. That’s not it. Good morning. Dirty-Purdy, you gonna pay it or what? It has eyes. It’s a snake in the grass, but it’ll kiss your feet. You can’t run it down. You can only be with it like you mean it. Hello Robin Hood. Attention Walmart shoppers, a lot of money behind the fence. Freshness just comin’ in, you gonna pay for it. Let’s slice out at the top all those profits. Can you give me some of that honey please— employee. You got your standard dome, makin’ money. You, what I can do to call you on it. I get on it great balls of fire, my own imitation of this land’s for you, “This Land Is Your Land”, and I’m talkin’ to the people you understand availability wrote.
Make you think the machine actually makes you an associate. Don’t read anything where you can set them straight. Poemless to get you money. Marriage attorney, I’m down the road a bit, the ultimate customer you’ll have to face no matter what, and we are really cozy in here under the counter, the public and the corporate string rackets. They’re doin’ just some stupid money launderin’. Even the public can tie better shoes. Corporate all the crap you lay on us, get some money that’s what happens today’s date. Tomorrow you will meet the world and don’t just take from it. “The Advice Capitalism”, one link leads to another.
I’ve got your pants down, but I’m not gonna spit on yah. We need better from you. Don’t say that you don’t understand and know that fully. Walmart you piece of cake in the cash register. I want a better job from you. To me, I can return a couple of those. That Sherry Dennis, you got a gripe about her, rude, mean, and on her pantyhose. I think we’ve got a stereotype. It’s that checkout lady on the counter. She’s found her roost and is a hen in a pecking order she rubs your nose in. What do you do about her? Corporate can’t understand it. It doesn’t make you wanna work there. They’re baskin’ in power, years at the register, and you’re dealing with social hierarchy in a hen peck, and that hen don’t have ears or a social conscience. So you don’t get away with nothin’ in your goodwill towards her. Why would that offend you if goodwill’s all you got? You see the test lamb. You have to always be on your toes to balance sacrifice with the right thing to do and let bygones be bygones and start each day anew. Whew, that was hard.
Listenin’ to freeways, I’m takin’ holes by the horns and sayin’ come on some, I want to fill you with awareness. I can’t believe it. We're just markin’ time here killin’ things. Look inside yourself and see you carry the world. I cried at a poster rat. Said he was 17 and missin’. He looked so on himself and purdy, so sweet and mean, so teenager in his prime. Did somebody get their hands around that throat and take the world from him? You dirty rat. The poster never lets you know. That’s all folks. I’d like to talk to you guys. And when you lay it out, in whispers, find our bottoms will yah? There, we’ve reached the sky safe and sound. You know who makes it out alive? The target.
I’d like to build a church. I’d like to build a bridge. Make for soldiers who just can’t take it anymore. Get it done in springtime. Get it done right now, wonderful fields of dream. You’re authorized don’t be a dick, carry everybody to the woodshed, and you don’t bang them there. You are nice, soft, and warm. You muse be. You are a string holding existence together. You are more jolly than that. You are yourself beyond time. Don’t bite into the dirt. You need to look good to the end of the line.
That’s the story. That’s our wellbeing on earth, ever a handmaid to little tigers, and we give all those animals love. Talk to me about it. I know the price of the gun. It’s ever on my mind the harm I’ve done. That’s a nice cat. Thank you, I bought it myself. The Earth has it in its storybook. It’s held meaning Earth. I’m championing children you know. What would we do if we were good and kind to them, soft and warm? Revolutionize society and be big sisters to everyone. Well, what are you waitin’ for?
God dog you could be nice Donald Trump. Everybody, Trump's bad, not a kind character. I just sign up for what I see. The paint of the Mother race God. I ask Luna. Of course, a story to be me all the way to couch potato. That’s the kind dog, lovin’ everybody. Beautiful she wrote.
Yeah I know: am I too excited? (the sound of my phone telling me a message has arrived) A poem I wrote, I’m dealin’ a lot of shit. I’m dealing with a lot of good looking manners. There’s a large turnover. Whoever read this book, good afternoon.
The doorway it’s small, that doorway to land on Earth. Gonna get the team leader God watching, and we will bank a new Earth. Right dog? Nothing from Islamic State. All over their hardware, oh me, my outlawed poem-video “Rainbow as a Radical with Islamic State”. It got me in the hospital every week making it, stomach attack city. Now die Venezuela. Invite you to dinner and eat you, America is that you? Fine, put ‘em in the basket. Next Greenland. Go and help them get out of danger you fine Nazi hunters. Freshness company, can we stand up and be counted? Are you excited to get Trump out? Walmart goes through the store in trepidation glee on the shores of eternity.
Sharin’ and US History, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. When were gone astray, oh tidings of comfort and joy. [sing this and above line, the Christmas carol] You could only go so far. An evil lits the bar. [sing this and above line] Watch on the pitch. A crooked umpire is prepared on you, support dragons. Tackle every notion of self-righteousness. You must do this watchin’ yourself. In this imperium no hands unnoticed. You sing her the Gemini has given her an eye. And we hear from the divine about me. After canned goods I got you pretty good. What is it if you can’t see? You would not be uncomfortable with unkindness.
Springtime is a soul’s regard. You just like a historic book? I’m writin’ history on the parallel lines, what we gotta give up for good to conquer, the whole landmass of selfish, of hey everybody I’m mean, of I’m satisfied with my lower type, of let’s put Earth first in a bottle and hide it from time. Can you grasp a greater day?
Unhand that king. He’s not about to rule the world. He can’t rule himself straight. Let the lunch he’s ordered eat him alive, all that rope he hung himself with, if he insists on bein’ mean. You hear me Trump? Havin’ a good time support dictator. View history’s log. We thought we were free— German patriotic people in Hitler’s time. Do you know what’s goin’ on? You are fooled by your own vulgarity in how you treat people and axe them inside. Trump does just what you do on a grand scale. So did Hitler. You just got more constraints. Make Jews and a police to punish them with, that’s immigrants with a darker skin and ICE.
Do I need to put the list on board? You’re not gonna see it anyway. Undocument yourself from meanness, pettiness vice. Can you know the meaning of love? I think we all pay that price. Don’t you feel it? And the list goes on, all that I see in springtime. All comes out in springtime the soul carries forth. It’s not a rotten tomata. I’m sittin’ there now. Great Scott! I’m embarrassing to say I love you, you purdy balance of soul.
Will you come along with me? We have a nation to save. Aren’t you gonna help? We need your input right now in your candy maker, givin’ love to everybody where your thoughts ride Earth. Impossible it seems if at first they’ve hurt you, but that’s the standard of the universe, love. You just haven’t found it yet the crabapple is so strong. Am I right city? Of course you love. I’m goin’ that way right off the roof. In every answer could you see that it’s a blast off into the sky every direction love.
You do an application first of the love down home in your garden, what you feel for your kids, cats and puppy dogs. You’d stop laughin’ then at the way I hold my mouth sayin’ all you need is love, love everybody right now, some 60s sentiment. When you hold your children you hold the world, and can you come on earth and see that? Can you hold down Earth and see that?
The subtle ends of the world put us all together like we are one person, and we certainly are. He don’t brush his teeth. He sure does, inside your every move. What are you lookin’ at, the mess we’ve made? I’ll definitely stay here, all our mornings in springtime, to see the soul in action and hear it write a poem, and all that one soul we are, divided up into springtimes, and there I’ve spoken mine.
That’s walkway center. The appetite is love. Get a load of a great day. I’ll just have to break it down into a different register than yours that keeps the same coins. Oh field toss, what have you, I have a way with the strings to cast you my day, things I’ve touched you to understand poetry. It’s hands down a better world. Sure can baby, we can love one another. That will touch the sky. Just open it up. Be alarm— all you have to do is want it. While you’re doing that, marry it with Heaven. Then he knows where God on earth that angel sings.
If you are reading this poem on a phone, note that the integrity of the lines, a major feature of poetry, is not displayed properly. Many if not most get cut short because of the small screen.
Look at the homeless with binoculars. Our individual freedom doesn’t extend that far in the thousand mile kingdom. No homeless please. We’re all fruitcakes. Be crazy live a crazy day, tantalizing. We are moored in individual freedom everywhere our commercials reach. They key of the individual has been locked in some drawer. Look at it. Conformity in obedience is every sign.
Conformance and mobility, is that a high-rise condominium? We live in nation great. Has anybody seen it? It’s a melting house of the wrong ideas. It’s a house of conformity livin’ in big beds. Try to bring four dogs to town, and you’re out the door. Can the people that make such decisions respect you?
What are we doing here? Everything makes money or is about the same. We don’t live in a society of free people. We think politics rules the day. It’s each other we rule with our dumb attitudes of you’re not my type or you don’t do that right.
Let’s all be mean to everybody when we have the power to do so. Who wears a social mask when you’re a hero championing all the distain? I can be mean to you because social hierarchy is everything in the land of the free.
What’s up? Have we sold our souls for product? Look at the shelves. The comfortable eating world of me, my God it’s big. The availability of product has destroyed the world, but I put America first in my prayers, and I get fat doin’ it.
Now it’s the Gulf of Mexico bein’ drained out in America’s name. We are proud people, and we stick our nose up at a fall. We don’t know there’s a fall. Just ask an immigrant, illegal if they’re non-white, legal or not. They know a reckoning. How are they not human beings? They know the price of a fall.
Can we discuss national boundaries? How are we managin’ this, without constraint? The people that sleep in the same trees as me my country ’tis of thee? Open borders haunt us all, but are borders and hatred the same thing? I’m ICE lookin’ down its long list to expel people: let’s get rid of vermin will yah? Is that the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Salute the flag again. Everybody’s doin’ it, and here comes Trump, an underdeveloped character from our minions, who does not have love for his neighbor, has taken the golden rule and shove it up your ass, hates even his constituents if they’re not about his name.
Where is God? He is not in Trump’s eyes. He won’t fit there. The justice of God is concerned with the Earth, sacrifices for the love of mankind, loves the just and the unjust, let’s his rains benefit everybody, is an ambulance carrying people to righteousness.
America puts God first? Let’s send everybody to hell who hasn’t got the formula right worship Jesus or die. Now that’s love for all eternity, no forgiveness ever, and you are suffering the worst hell imaginable. Found your nation on this religion, make this your idea of God, his final character, and you don’t have a nation love your brother let me tell yah.
Now give Trump the power of God, that carte blanche you’ve given him, and make him mean you. Trump is not there in the love of your life. He’s a dangerous will armed with time. Where do you see Christ? Where do you see the love of man? What is his dollar statement? Every head and every hands making that the chief concern. Right on the beach put this hood on yah: you’re makin’ money off of sunbathers; you’re makin’ money off of fences; call this the American way.
The mess we’re all in, have you found it yet? Would you look for it if you could? Are you just blind to the peripherals? Would you love your brother if you could, whoever that is? That’s not giving them a dollar to eat. You’re giving every man, woman, and child on the Earth we inhabit, in our togetherness, the helpful goodwill we need to see each other correctly.
And America, the most powerful nation on earth, can you lead us all to goodwill and be an example of sacrifice? Never mind defending your borders; you have that genuine need, but can we get grace to policy your movements?
There, my God I poet. Do you hear me? And found peace a few times before the profound peace. I’m lookin’ for it now. I have an appointment with destiny. It’s just my own personal flavor on things, a poet in the halls of America let’s be good shall we? I didn’t cut my teeth on it, and boy have I been a sinner, but goodness is my way to meet the world because I’ve learned the price of love.
Can I give you that honor? Let’s swim on the beach and never harm anyone, even in the throes of thought. Let’s pick up ourselves and cherish one another. I’m rootin’ for you in this sundown meditation. Do you hear the beach?
To copy our means of hidden vision, look past yourself. I like your style. There’s no evidence. Just close the back door. You don’t know the universe is knocking on your door, for centuries.
You’ve heard this wash before. It just means somethin’ today. I can get screwball with this and really twist your arm. The possibilities are endless in the coming of lines.
You don’t know what that means. It’s a soup actually, and the ingredients come from the stars, divine being’s realms, or they register your soul. Can you be a shoemaker?
It’s a combat zone. So many voices pipe in. Fuck you I’m gross. See there? We go beyond the devil and have a moment of silence please gettin’ back to Starbucks.
I’m a holistic speaker, and I tell you a ride, all in vision’s lair. You know I see the world as a representation in time. This is in the node of my vision. It eclipses the world at times. I see straight out there the nature of reality, and then I cry for my boy or get mad at my neighbor and lose myself in shoes.
I can still feel pain of the loss that humanity wears. I cry for you sometimes. Oh my God I’m Still Here, can you believe it? Okay I cry for you a lot. Papa come back please, and the government’s dug ‘im under in how many places on this planet right now Marcelo says.
Oh that little boy touched me through his mother and sisters. I lived that movie and hold it high in my heart now. Can we call it a real life event brasilero? I want you to know I don’t approve of this. Can you believe the oppressor said this?
Feel the pain of I want you I’m murder, and all you did was disagree with me, hold an opposing opinion, in a state where that’s not allowed. How often this does humanity like it’s an edict of God. Is God a dictator?
Look how many people wear these shoes one dictator smiles. Hup, two, three, four the output of a nation at your door to turn it against itself and control you. Even the meek and mild support it. It’s not happenin’ now— I think they say that every time.
No amount of support can suppress it, and watch the world deal with China and make this okay, because they have the industry and the arms maker to sow compromise in capitalism and threaten everybody. Its citizens are expendable. Just step out of line or mention democracy. Most don’t.
Iran and North Korea, we have kill boxes there. It’s a slaughterhouse really. I’ve come to political lists to give you examples, but we’re talkin’ half the globe. Makes you question God.
It’s not odd it’s the default mode of government handles on populations, what we guard against continually it’s so prevalent in us. Do you just stand and watch it happen again? We don’t know how to fight it, as the majority takes control, the base man being human, the mass mind. It’s always derelict. It’s usually mean.
You idiot; you retard— said Musk to an astronaut, and what do we do with that? Everyone’s delighted. He’s our man, just as hateful as the bunch of us, just as mean. Yep he’s ripe for the job, the Department of Functioning Government. Does anyone else see this ask somebody, and Trump will answer just as mean.
When do the disappearances start, that’s the tell-tale sign every time, when it starts. No other sign you need. Trump’s the default man again. You get my barometer?
Purple ass in common, oh Jesus, basic a dictator basically. What are you talking about? You’ve polished balls and chains too in the rule it over people’s dicks. Oh my God those glass relationships, it was a microcosm of the macrocosm a simple history show, and I live that history to myself in rows of sorry. It doesn’t take the choir to remind me.
Do you see it, where you’ve been a dictator too, even if it’s just been a jealous husband or a teacher in control of little boys or dictatorial parents or some bossman on the job? It might be the way you treat your dog. It’s such a human disease. It heaves society. It brings society to its knees in servitude. Wake up.
And changed Earth’s story, alive in theater, the divine pick me up there. Great experience I know an experiment. What is that? What is it? And no handle, and now we symbolize becomes our lives, and that’s the new TV, and we symbolize a greater show.
It’s in our schoolbooks already, a manifestation of truth, justice, and liberty for all into our very rooms. You can’t see it yet I know, but those meanings hold Earth today in her manifesting spirit, and I’ve come to tell you it’s there for the seein’ now, another way to think the Earth and your role on it. That’s big symbol us and your glow on it. Kinda makes yah release the prisoners, eh? Let’s go. It’s your thought’s glow. Everybody watch it glow.
Life is a journey time got on. Bag it, all the glorious symptoms of God disappear. The middle of man will not shout our name or even know we’re there, yet the Godhead lives inside of us. We’re not there at its manifestation yet.
I’ve put it together in words to hold our hands and move us along. Ya’ll leave me alone. You’re crazy. But I’m a spoonful of God completely outside the reign of the dictator, as my fashion words to you. We are all in this disease, when it’s called I be the one dictator. School on it the visionary of this poem.
Completely outside fashion dictators, parents honey, can you strong that? Can you please? That’s the handle on the world today. There is where we begin, and you know I’ve said the truth.
I’ve been here anyway championing my little boy come home. You know he’s unbelievably sad, crushed, spent, under total domination that won’t let up, simply because his parents is jealous of me, no other reason. I’ve got to show you its price so you can come up with my poem, get these lines down, so we can heal our world. It’s on fire.
Donald Trump official portrait, 2025 (public domain)
Do me a favor, blind yourself to where you don’t see. There was an executive order here that pit man against man, shot men and arranged to murder more. Can we look at the oligarchy?
I’ve seen you in rivers of hate you just think you put on for show. Make a wide trench and make that the border with Mexico and fill it with orders and snakes, great big alligators. Did you say this to your aids? The orders are to shoot people. That’s illegal Mr. President. Then shoot them in the legs.
I don’t think anybody understood that. A mean joke you say. It was the reality he thought about, never mind the children that crossed too, the grandpas and women with babies, any ole human being that wants a better life, and you said he was joking. Let’s put the death penalty all along this land, press people to use it. We’re gonna make them pay a blood lust so dear you love the president for it. I’d reach for the psychopath in the room and don’t give him arms to kill people.
Can you see the character of a man that wants to kill? That’s the president, and you think he’s joking. Let’s appease Hitler, shall we? He hasn’t become the meanest man alive, what we realized after the fact.
Now ole Trump’s got an agenda. It’s not to make America safe. We put our egos where our mouth is. America first means Trump first.
You don’t know the national politics that makes your ego identify with its nation like it’s you. It’s a constituent landmass. The ego is made up of such as these, your gender your identity or a race and a peoplehood, sexuality if yours is the odd man out, and the gas it all of religion. I can name more.
Let’s put the most powerful nation on Earth Trump first, never mind the responsibility of being your brother’s keeper. Higher ideals no longer apply. We are selfish and revel in it. Fuck the world you dirty bastards, is that what this all means?
Is that how a kid sees it? How many would share their toys? I don’t think you’re lookin’ at the younger generation and what this means to their grow up. Can I kill people momma if they make me mad?
Sit with yourself a moment. If Trump could kill his enemies would he? We’re talking about the character of a man that lets hate rule his room. Seething with ill will, he justifies a nation. It don’t come out right.
Can we cross this again? History has put these men in power over and over. You’re flattered. He has the character you wear, mean-mouthed, hate this person and that individual. Send them all back to China! Okay you put the mass in power, it’s not gonna be a good human being rules yah. I think even the Bible makes deacons exceptional. Now tell me again the Bible makes place for him.
I don’t think you’re lookin’ at dictators that steal the hearts and minds of the mass and just please your undeveloped, brass nature. Every nation lives like this, and that’s why we call it populist today.
Oh what pride the Nazis wore in their cruelty, in their disregard for human life and diversity, and they all wore the nationalism pin and wanted you to behave like them. Can we take a step backwards? Can we just almost commit suicide with the power we’ve given one man?
You don’t see it, do yah? Look into his eyes. There’s a killer there. I don’t know what history will unfold, but this man can’t be right in the history books of tomorrow. Revel in him now, praise his name; you’re on dangerous ground. He’s got the end of the world in his eyes. Can you see it?
No, he won’t stage that. It’s just what he’s made of, the world leader of selfishness and this is mine. He won’t bring the apocalypse, nothing close, but we will be so embarrassed as Americans when his power comes to a close. MAGA hell, he brought shame.
There is something ninja. He can walk around clothed in a smiling president and assassinate so many people’s lives with deportation, the death penalty, and bring it on climate change. Wow, there is something. He’s not my most selfish person in the world. He’s not my most selfish. To Earth had this lion king thing, except maybe I’ll get on the other side. One caught right here: definitely not a good person.
You’re not gonna find anyone to build your snowman for yah that froze all cooperation missed their forgiveness key. Can you see that children? He just broke in my house and stole all my transgender people. They must evoke the 5th Amendment or die. You’re gonna stay there and hope we have policy changes on Earth. I’m pregnant. Oh my God the 14th Amendment’s in there, right at the moment of conception. I tell yah an embryo’s not a person yet, even if they have the right to be. You can’t see what you’re doin’, takin’ the Constitution as the folly in the room, what tells lies.
I’m sure you don’t like talkin’ to me, but I’m the medicine. It’s not that human I’m talking about. You got too much action, storm as big as he is. I think you and I see a woman stand in our shoes. Take themselves very differently. That’s not a pedophile. That’s a lover of children that does not molest children.
Don’t be so wrapped up in pronouns or who’s speakin’ the poem. You savvy a woman speak? In his vital. You don’t know the breakdown of the human being. It’s not a mind and body problem. A vital being fits in there just as pretty as you please, mitigating between the two. If we knew this we’d understand gender discrepancies, and we’d never discount the body. I have a mental male, vital female, and physical male. What do you got? Do you see where it all adds up? Don’t get mad at it and cut if off.
Do you see the human being? We didn’t go to the same place. We went to the four winds, and it was diversity made us equal. Did yah hear me Trump? Let’s put white Americans on top by making sure they stay on top and get rid of every program that don’t put them there. I’m callin’ the shots— systemic racism.
I’ve gotta get off this island and give the right blues for my speak, and who do I address now? The oneness body of the United States. It’s bigger than the world. It includes every man, woman, and child in the world. Can you see that oneness big? Not in an amalgamated mass. We give each person their personhood and allow them to be Americans or whatever. They’re just not more important than Nicaraguans as human as they are, but we know they can’t all be Americans. We just differentiate with love not hate, or at least goodwill. Do you know the difference?
Inside a nation we see the world. The nation’s not greater than it. You’re just not lookin’ at the world right. You’re lookin’ at it in terms of you, like your ego’s your nation, and you can’t even get that right. No oneness circle there, is there?
Are you the center of the world or what? It’s so complicated in here. I’m standin’ right in the center of the world don’t you see? And that’s the fault of everyone. A common language like them best, the same culture, and we are so wrapped around skin color, racial features. Hello you there and me, fellow white people, or maybe it's black people, or all Native Americans.
Or maybe religion gets your dick? We all come from the same hole, and it’s a blessed hole, is it not? We are oneness speakers, how we identify with our beloved group. They’re in the center of the world with us. Are we just gonna drop oneness in the sand?
If you can identify with a nation you can identify with the world. We are all there don’t you see, in the oneness yard, even Trump, but not his hate, no one’s hate. A poem has made a bill of it, showin’ the world his, like it’s what he does the executive office with. There it is. Give him the shoes of a savior? You’ve got to be kidding me.
If we get into the deep roots of the poem, there’s an imbecile here, and it’s not Trump. I can see him so clearly because I’ve failed mine in great dark rooms. Shut up my speaker said; you are so pleasing to your humanity now. I’ve gotta tell yah I don’t have room to talk, but can we still meet at poem’s end I’ve shown you some truth? It doesn’t make freeways, but it lights up a path, you know? And we’ve got to get hate out of the room. That’s the item we wear. Do you hear me Trump? A self-reflective nightmare, I voted for this one.
Gardening deep in transition’s ways a like broadcast. Its own title shows its inadequacies. I don’t know how many people voted for Trump, but I’ve offended half the nation. Half the nation, I haven’t pleased them in liberties. I’ve just damaged their pride. I’ve lost my way they say. I can’t get Trump right.
There’s a man there that loves his nation and doesn’t want the government to interfere in people’s lives, unless you’re a part of the groups he mentions he thinks have slammed the nation or committed heinous crimes. He’s a figure standin’ up to tall water and not afraid to speak his mouth. He loves kin and family. He champions Israel. This is a good thing in a world that needs Israel, and he sees the war with China to make them back down and be careful with him. He’s not a filibuster that excites for war. He’s tempered there, and he may bring the cost of livin’ down.
Part of me would vote for him too if I didn’t have my eyes open on human nature, studying you. He’s mean he’s cruel, and we don’t need that. We need to be kind to one another and learn how to get along. Isn’t that what you teach your children in Sunday School?
I think you’ve lost your moorings from the true reason Christ came. It wasn’t to judge the quick and the dead. Now you’ve entered him into politics like Trump represents him, like you want to take over politics, not likin’ gender fluidity and gays teachin’ children and another host of stuff, but can you just stop a minute and study right and wrong, the fundamentals of it, be good to one another, not just your group or clan?
Do you really want a theocracy? I know that will destroy our nation. I’m talkin’ to power. It would take another three thousand years to get it back the way we wanted it, people themselves have a nature like Christ, and they get along. Can you hear my foot school? We don’t need against the law. We need love one another and be good to each other. Isn’t that the law written on our hearts?
Goodness rises from within when we open to the best in us, the highest. We need the liberty to do that, because it’s trial and error with each of us. It’s not a religion we are trying to cement on this planet. It’s help your brother and love. It’s be kind to your sister and hold her up. I know you want everybody Christians, but where would that lead us truthfully, honestly? It won’t lead us there. You’ve put Trump in that place as God’s helper. Okay is he there? What attracted you to Christ to begin with? Is that Trump?
Would you put Trump in God’s shoes that’s the way God acts in the world? Is that what you want your children to emulate? Does Trump’s behavior satisfy some raw nerve, or is it really the highest in man? We need high right now not low from our president. Do you hear me now?
Image from Plate 14 of William Blake’s Jerusalem, 1804–1820 (public domain)
I hate the shoot up of this wad. If I use sexual imagery you’re bound to buy me. We are not at our survival, and there’s not a bear chasing us. You’re in your kitchen or master room, hanging on every word to get clear reasons to put me in jail or finally prove I’m wrong you public think.
Let’s unload this on the public floor. I don’t know what it is either. I’m hearing things write down, a used garbage pail to most of you cats. Chop me to pieces will yah? I’m on Earth today getting pretty desperate election time on that world bar America. Trump just got elected, and I’m sorry folks he’s dead. The vehicle would shoot everybody. We can’t have him in office, understand?
What’s gonna happen? You can’t get America right again. The Right will take over, and all the policies that will police yah, and religion will have a field day brewin’ public opinion Christianity stalks. We can’t even stop it only aware of our own agenda, not necessarily nice. The world will change. American mean in it. To grow up in the new country, to grow up in the United States, you will see foreigners as twisted sisters come here and buy all of yah.
What’s the inner being like? It’s your pick this evening, to bring that nightmare further: oh my God America’s change. It will really throw rights out the window. You can’t play anymore puddin’ and spice. Get fuckin’ outta here! Who knows how many crossword puzzles paid for breakfast, and they weren’t even supposed to be admitted in the news. I’ve been here my whole life, and I study reality. Never mind, they were makin’ I need paper towels, but this won’t happen: nobody mops up the spilled blood. They talk about more than fuck out.
I thought maybe you’d grab a horn and keep America from gettin’ in office where Trump runs it. It’s dire emergency. Get with the lesson plan: we need a new world, the divine human being getting ready on our tops, not the Bible said today, a religion in office.
Spider monkeys, somebody’s gonna have to put lead in their bullets, and do more than just chime, and vote them suckers down far out of thirty minutes, like a rollin’ pin. You need elections, this election, beat her up, go out there and get milk, from the Statue of Liberty. That’s not all she wrote.
My own show, it is very opening. (vision with the line of scrolling down my blog Harm's End, but the only image showing was one which illustrates a post, a photo of a Black man of about a 100 years ago holding a guitar, obviously an expert on it. The post is about my past life as a Black guitar player who was killed by the KKK, burned alive, for playing in White joints. The vision ended there and the scrolling down) Poetry as a means to communicate words of action is nobody’s pick me up. They suck. They tell the truth. I’m out of fields today, and I don’t know what more expression I can write, hallelujah, amen. Keep Trump out of office.
I’m actually a century before. I don’t know what they had in mind, the colony who populates divine word. Give ‘em an hallucinogen, the reader I can’t see. It heightens everything, even Auroville, but no I didn’t take one today, or since I became better at knocking on wood, years ago. I can’t stomach your audience. Is that Auroville? No I speak to America from, doggy style. Don’t get Trump in office.
Is this the Hallelujah Trail? No it’s not it’s language. I eat camera’s all the time, the one I told you about yesterday in your own cabin. In the history of Trump I stop wanderin’ around. These are the votes. I’m the vote that let’s you know divine will in the matter. Compared to our official engagement, even Saturday Night Live can’t keep up. This hole in the ground, this hole in the wall, has consequences I’m gettin’ away. Grandiose title, ain’t it, Thought About Rainbows? Try on Earth some more. You deserve them.
A guy that’s on the net.
It’s on the net.
I not been poet before.
Spirits in my head and they won’t go. [line heard sung by the Strumbellas, “Spirits”]
We’re shoppin’ for cars.
Can’t find a one in your neighborhood.
Bubble me up please.
This is Ranger.
I’m calculating science.
You don’t understand the net.
I’ll make a video
to make everyone laugh
so I can feel special inside.
I’ll waste my time here.
I don’t know what to say.
Can you do it,
make meaning out of worth?
A horrible commotion
the whole damn net.
Where do we put it?
I’m sure some voices rise.
Some everywhere.
Let’s not fudge with it.
Let’s put meaning on there.
Can you mean somethin,
make us all grow,
like we mean something?
Where is it
the meaning of this paper?
I think you’ve thrown me away.
The net’s speaking me.
Can you hear that?
Can you show your inmost self on TV?
Just one rupee sir,
and we’ll have taxes of course.
See that net?
You won’t be a voice talking.
We won’t take you there.
Do I wanna go down there,
to a person’s imaginary poet world?
Nah,
I read a few lines.
I think we’re good.
What’s he gonna say,
meaning?
Throw that poet away.
I’ve got an appetite for stuff.
Many rules gonna get broken
for the net value.
You are not prepared for its worth.
You just think it’s ticklin’ time.
It’s like a Ouija Board.
Who moved that dial?
Quagmire.
I think you read me loud and clear.
Now let’s test this boat.
Too heavy for us.
I know;
you can’t do it,
wash your hands with Jewish genitals
and save the world.
See how smart you are.
You can’t get your head down your pants.
You need to go really, really, slow.
That book will scare you,
Between Jerusalem I’m Sorry.
Read that book.
It’s an understand the world book,
not just human genitals.
In this book they’re just redeemed.
Can you see Jerusalem?
Oh my God he’s on paper,
the Internet,
the whole world.
Green light,
oh we can go back
and change something
if it didn’t work.
What am I supposed to do,
with QAnon
and that whole Trump’s the savior mess?
Let’s get them meet the press
and it’s we lose our democracy
if they’re voted in.
You okay?
It’s in Nature to stick up like that.
This is a long poem,
exact words.
Give it with me,
the meaning of life.
Back them I didn’t realize, well,
your anxiety’s gonna come up.
I’m sorry,
give yourself a tight squeeze.
We’re handlin’ the book.
This poem needs a picture.
Who Hannah?
She’s a lovely dog.
Leading a dog
to where we belong in time.
Must be some book,
leading a dog through time.
You got my wolf?
I think it’s your wolf actually.
Anyway read the book.
Is that my measurement?
Yes sweetheart.
This person is solvin’ the world.
You got that Houston?
Which asks you to stretch.
It's not fun for The Family Guy either.
Small snake bite—
you won’t get away with it,
no matter how you read it,
without it doin’ you some number.
Enjoy it;
this is the end of the world
that doesn’t know its origin.
You’re headed for a disaster,
oh world we live in,
if you can’t bring this book to light,
or its ideas on some other page.
Look I’m talkin’ to yah straight.
No other book has the power
to bring you to change.
You mean it
where this book is bound to you,
and that’s a doctor,
the one you need right now.
You think I’m exaggerating.
It’s all in the book,
and I’ve just mentioned time.
Can you see that far?
I don’t think you’re even lookin’.
History has a book party.
I think you’ll find this book
in its Rolodex.
You’re not listenin’.
You’ve watched too many commercials.
I reader
am in the whole thing.
Read it
and don’t look back.
You want extra-terrestrial contact
I should ask.
I’m not talking about the one in spaceships.
This is bigger than words.
Okay talk to the world
the very nature of its see.
I’m showin’ you that
extra-terrestrial.
No other formula has it
quite to this degree.
You understand me?
The nature of the universe will talk to yah
in large poetry ships,
and the prose will just knock you sideways.
All in a day’s work
in that book.
You take it from here.
Anyway, let’s call most everybody:
what do you want to do when you grow up?
You want to be mountain and feel pregnant with the world?
Excellent,
I got it.
I got your book,
and we’re right here
in the lighthouse
Pondicherry U.S.A.
to the spirit of India,
where star wars meets the Earth
in Israel.
You got that car?
I’m drivin’ it down the street.
Hop in.
We’re happenin’.
We're leadin' a book through time.
Two nights ago I had this dream about my guitar teacher Tom:
I’m at Tom’s guitar studio and outside in the parking lot there’s a KKK rally happening. Tom is putting on a KKK robe because he wants them to think he’s one of them in order to avoid any trouble. Then Tom and I go and sit outside to practice guitar, and a black man comes up and asks Tom if he can go in the studio to use the bathroom. Tom tells the guy no and points out the klanners and says “Can’t you see who’s here?” Tom’s worried the klanners will give him problems if he lets the guy use the bathroom. The black man just walks in anyway though, uses the bathroom and leaves without incident.
When I told Tom about the dream he laughed and said that was really funny because just the other day he’d told a friend of his he was going to get a Bass Pro1 sticker and put it on his car to give people the message “Hey everyone! I’m a white working class Republican!” He then proceeded to tell me that in the past when he was going to a lot of concerts and music festivals and the like he put an american flag in his car and saw that he avoided a lot of trouble with police and security that way.
Now I think Tom may have been half kidding with his friend, but we can see via the dream that I picked up Tom’s apprehension and how he was thinking about how he could avoid attracting the wrong kind of attention in what he feels will become a more openly divided and intolerant America after Trump takes office. As Donny pointed out though the dream is probably also picking up on fears of coming intolerance on the level of the nation itself, fear in people that if they don’t go along with the hating herd they’ll suffer because of it. I can also see something of myself in this dream, how I also can put on a false appearance in order to avoid trouble. As an example of this I actually voted for a third party candidate in the election to avoid having to tell my parents (who I live with and are quite conservative) that I voted for Hillary should they ask who I voted for. I now regret that because I live in Florida where Trump edged Hillary out by a small margin and to be honest in hindsight I feel like I basically cast a vote for Trump by going that route. Now it’s true that I was in fact put off by both candidates and also that I expected Hillary to win the election handily, but I took the easy way out to avoid any possible discomfort at home and didn’t cast my vote for the person who I felt was clearly the lesser of two evils. Now to be fair I think I should point out here that my parents aren’t neo nazis or the sort of people who would show up at KKK rally. As I’ve pointed out before, dreams often show things in an exaggerated manner to get their point across.
Now the black man at the end of the dream would seem to represent things that myself, Tom and others feeling this collective fear wouldn’t want the intolerant or rigidly moral to see. Donny suggested the idea that the fact that the black man uses the bathroom anyway without incident shows that the future may not play out as badly as people are fearing. Let’s hope that turns out to be the case.
Now it’s already implied in what I’ve written but I wanted to explicitly state how this dream shows how we can dream not only about a collective process, but also about what’s going on with people we’re closely involved with such as friends, family, co-workers etc. I’ve been taking lessons from Tom for over two years and we’re of a like mind regarding many things, so we’ve delved a little deeper in conversation than who won the football game last night. Our relationship is to some extent a friendship, and since there’s a connection there I can receive inner communication from him. To see this inner communication is useful if for no other reason than showing our inner connectedness, which Donny discussed at length in a recent blog.
This type of dream or vision can also enable you to see what’s going on with someone in order to try and take some helpful action. That happened recently with me in regards to a friend who’s a recovering alcoholic. I had a vision of her making some objects like large coins out of clay and there was a muse line with the vision that said: Mine was destroyed. At the time I had the vision I was wondering if this person had had a stumble and I was looking online for advice on how to approach someone if you think that’s happened. In my research I came to know of something Alcoholics Anonymous uses called sobriety coins which are tokens showing the amount of time someone has remained sober. After learning that I figured my friend’s sobriety coin had been destroyed figuratively speaking, but the fact that she was making new ones in the vision probably indicated that she was trying to get back on her feet. Having the vision helped me to bring the subject up with my friend and to encourage her not to get down on herself about the stumble, but to just pick herself up and carry on.
This is a pretty vast subject and I’ll probably write more about it in future on this blog, but I think this is a good stopping point. It would be great though to hear other people’s experiences in the comments.
Notes and References
For those who don’t know Bass Pro is a Hunting/Fishing/Camping superstore chain here in the USA.
Harm's End 