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.

The captive adult,
I’m not that bad.
Dated immigrant,
21 years in India,
and I didn’t have a form to fill out,
and they called me illegal.
Are you kiddin’ me?
Human beings are wrong, nasty, and evil,
if they’ve overstayed their visa.
Everybody says so.
Look at Trump.

I’ve got a million dollars.
I’ve got hair in my ICE,
and my hair in on fire
lookin’ at the human being.
I judge is my luxury.
I’m not as tall as I am,
and I get downright small
on the issues
group think.

Now murder me some,
the I now the poet,
who can say I to anyone.
Okay we’ve called down congress,
hopin to find some expediency
to keep tyranny from happenin’.
I mean we’ve wrote a poem,
maybe several,
that ask government to be government
and not make us bow down to nationalism
and be a dictator over our lives.

No British government
can force the crown on us.
We are all we are in the halls of independence,
and everybody who signed the paper
put their lives on the line.
Protest is useless.
Give a government what it wants,
total dominion,
you stupid s.o.b.
Let it take over Auroville
and rule with an iron fist
and remove the international scene
if the people resist.

To point this out to people,
to use poetry to stop it.
Now let’s get on with it,
movin’ Heaven and Earth to get our dogs.
No, no, no,
you can’t do that,
ask the community for help,
the man at large,
the woman with the telephone.
Get second jobs you fools
and pay for your dogs yourself.

You selfish points of contact
with the society in the bag.
You are supposed to work, work, work
and create no art,
write no poetry,
or go on your little round abouts
and discover the community.
You are of no value to us
as a society,
and you cannot ask for a thing.
Asking the community for help with your dogs,
you’re throwin’ pies in our face.
Get your act together
and stop asking people for help.
So many millionaires on this island,
and please don’t bother them.
They’re makin’ money.

I think we’d need to ask the millionaire.
We find some kind, nice, and warm,
open to humanity,
especially dog lovers,
and we’ve gotten a lot of help.
Thank you.
But the thing most profound
in all this mess,
in all this criticism,
concerns our way of life.
We are digging a well into the meaning of life,
and every decision is based on that.
We live our lives to a spiritual plan
and put that first.
It’s not lip service.
It’s the reality of our lives.

Even our dreams we hone in on God
and seek to find the higher consciousness.
We do not base our lives on survival,
making money,
or anything of the sort.
We are not here to have a good time.
The consequences of that are huge.
We get attacked constantly.
Jesus died on the cross,
and you think it was for sin?
Poor bugger got caught
openin’ up God inside himself.

What’s this I say?
Jesus was on a tree,
castigated and torn,
murdered,
because he showed men how to change their lives
in spiritual substance.
He gave men and women a way to be free
by breaking the bonds of consciousness
and being born again into the higher type,
and you think it’s a wish-wash
hangin’ on a prayer,
and you’re clean and good,
religious for the rest of your life?
A radical transformation
of our whole life
Jesus envisioned.
Now shoot me for saying that
he did not die for our sins.

So anybody we’re up against,
as we try to change,
base our life on this mountain,
is either put off
or keeps us at a distance.
Few come inside
our home
or invite us to socialize.
We are too weird for TV.
I think you’d find us warm
and very human to be with.
We know you’re God starin’ back at us,
a startling revelation
we challenge ourselves with every day.

Now kick us and be mean to us
because we are different from you,
and you need validation
that only your life is true.
Have I said enough?
I’m on time I think
to be Who I am,
a man in search of himself
that his divinity time share wears,
a man tryin’ to change
in his higher type,
and I’m doin’ that in normal life.
I got kicked out of India.

Now say I keep my nose to the grindstone,
work a 40 hour week,
pay my bills,
keep my mind to myself,
unless someone asks—
I’m talkin’ about at work.
Can I be in America and do that,
or is conformity the rule of the day now,
and if I don’t conform I’m fired,
lose my home?
Will I be chased off this island for poetry
like I was India?

Do you understand what’s your doin’?
There’s a radical change of consciousness ahead,
how we evolve out of this mess.
There’s a new society of ourselves
waitin’ to be born.
There’s human survival
in the balance.
Let’s huff and puff and blow it down
because we cannot tolerate change
out of our satisfied little lives,
and these two beggars,
Don and Doug,
we need them to straighten up
and be just like us.

Now all you good people,
can you get your head around that?
Can you please?
“Douglas at the Watering Hole”,
another joy for understanding.
It’s so true yes.
All the whiles are looking at me.
You raise your hands among yourselves.
Why should I be any different?
Another two weeks before bylaws are stated.
A bunch of people,
a bunch of people on this island
support,
are lookin’ at this way:
I approach the bench,
and there are good vibes there.

You’re on dissidence
you’re on daily bread,
you just take a deep breath
and keep on goin’,
confirmation code
casting problems away from your human beings
and comin’ to yourself for the love of man.
Are there any other spring rolls?
An island bright in sunshine,
and all those puppy dogs—
the love of animals too.
Well they’re on our diet.
Would if
they’re off in time
for us to renew the Earth?
Yeah I know.
I got a ways to go,
but our dogs are our children,
and I don’t eat those.

For the love of dog,
they’re honored guests
on our island too,
and who are we but guests
on bright and shiny seashores
the power of Nature rules?
What causes earthquakes?
Well, we might have something to do with them
greed takes the shore,
if we honor our pocketbooks more.
Help was health insurance,
but would the Calusa listen?
There are no more creeds for the Calusa to close.
It was 30 miles an hour,
their hunting season,
who put other peoples out.
I pointed it out.
Pointed it out wind,
we do it,
no socioeconomic class
below the poverty level.

It’s easy for me to say.
I just got here.
And they’re real deep in there so
be good to them
Harbor Island.
Ed the reason
an algebra drive,
if you wanna get past your schoolbooks.
We are representative creatures ourselves
hook, line, and sinker.
An actor plays a part,
you and me,
and you don’t save your soul.
Your soul you find it
and rise above yourself
to Who you represent in time.
Find Yourself to believe in.
That’s good news
and that One is all of us,
islands and dogs included.

Now believe in hell
as a preferable option
for most people,
and you really need to examine yourself,
don’t you think?
I’m just talkin’ islands.
Now you hear them speak.
Rise power
to Nature,
or we’re not gonna make it.
Will you listen?

Well legalized in a fiery seal,
we’ve moved mountains on Fort Myers Beach
to get in there.
Would you welcome please Doug and Donny
and let them have their dogs
and spiritual life?
I need to put poems on it,
this startup page.
Rock me gently, rock me slowly (sing to Rock Me Gently by Andy Kim)
for the love of the island.
It touches yah you know
and helps people along
like us.
Thank you island.

Come on Jim,
we’re just here for a little while.
We’re off
to the mountains in springtime.
Not now.
When we put our time in on the island.
Meaning
we are open to the island.
Can you gauge that?
Just let it be.

There’s somethin’ Earth husband,
but can we be accepted not being gay doing it?
We don’t have to be gay,
do we,
to be two husbands and a wife?
We’re celibate you know,
but we don’t live inside an egg.
I don’t like it.
You guys are doin’ great.
Good riddens.
Well we’ve heard from the crowd.
It’s nice to be accepted,
ain’t it?
We’re just a laboratory.
I’m doin’ the laboratory.
Could you stop threatenin’ to kick me out?
I wuv you.

I suppose you can read the writings
after the fall,
but I was really hopin’ humanity wouldn’t fall.
Is there anybody out there?
We don’t have to fall.
Now I’ve taken on the voice of the world,
but who believes you can get that done?
Now you know the spirit of Old St. Nick,
and it shows
by a red light.
Build for sunlit paths
the stadium of our Earth.
Is that today’s date?
I have found good shit to faith,
but we’re at a watering hole,
and we have no sense of each other.
Love others as yourself,
that’s precious to us now.

Sure, are you singing the song,
or does your music just get drunk
island hopper?
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. (sing to Honky Tonk Woman)
Let the big sheet guests know that the grassroots
can do it themselves,
move Earth towards our up stand.
Now gotta get to work.
You have a great day.