You want to recognize you’re there dead. You can’t take a worldview. You’re not operating in that anymore. You’ve just died. This is serious business. It’s a wake-up call on the other side. The enormity of the shock takes your breath away. You’re just stunned, not knowing what to do.
Where is Jesus? Where’s the stars? No religion has showed up yet. You’re on your own, transitioning. It hurts. It’s just simply awful. You can’t stand it. You don’t want to be there. You don’t know how to be there. There’s no instruction manual. You’re dead.
But life has just begun, the dead life on the other side. You cry out for help. Someone hears you. Are they the right one? You don’t know how to do it, receive them. You’re just so confused. You open the door to faith. What you believed in on Earth has not abandoned you, and if you didn’t believe in anything, it comes now.
It’s tall and strange. This is not what you expected. It receives you one moment/limit at a time. [above words heard spoken simultaneously] You are not automatically taken in. You’re put up with. You’re just a person there to process. The compassion of the angels shows in fits and starts. You’re a long ways off from being received on their condition. You’ve got to glow first.
Bad times ahead, as you encounter what tripped you up on Earth, what got your goat, what you couldn’t handle, what you refused to see, what you licked and swooned over, what you didn’t know hurt you. You are put in these situations where you encounter dream. There is no home base anymore, no central mode, but you come back to yourself over and over. That’s your central lair: you are this being in time.
It runs roughshod over you you have to dream on. You don’t like it. It sucks. Slowly you get your feet under yah. You get used to the rhythm of see-saw death. You climb. You step up. You receive them, all these packages of people you knew in life that you made a storybook with. Some of these are reunions. You hold their hand. Some of these are joy-shock. You cling to each other. What we wanted on Earth we get here.
You’re in union. It lasts the length of a cup, and you’ve been given a solid measure, and you are ready to depart for other perfection. You see people there you hated in life or you did under. You do not enjoy this section. It’s compensation. You give them what they need, and you move on.
This is fair and certain: you have your encounters, and they show you life as oneness sees it. You can reject no one, and all morality’s based on this. It is oneness we spring from and what we manage living. We are here to be one. A deeper look arises from our journey. We go the distance to a greater life. A quest of the Spirit pulls on us, and we let it take us in its arms. We are higher now, lighter in spirit. We are so together now, and we’re ready for more.
I’ve taken you there, right to realization’s wings, when you become a ship on the other side sailing into God’s heaven. You’re right there at Heaven’s gates, the heaven of your pearl, the one you sing about to encounter God. You are not all together a central ship. Many heavens receive you, and many positions of Heaven there are.
Now let’s get goin’ towards the realization of life. You can open those doors here and redirect your life, and when you enter death, you are in kingdom. It’s not about dyin’. It’s about being prepared to grow up. We do that here. We do that there. Here counts more than there. Here is the rollercoaster of the fly-room.
These are conscious gates you see. Open up your life here, on this growth, and life will line up to receive you in all of the quests you need. Uncanny this, strong and large. You’re in good hands on this journey to your being’s growth. I’m countin’ it to yah precisely in measure with my life under the sun. I’m a conscious arrangement, and I poetry this to you now. Bombs away. Thank God it’s Friday. Thank God I’m not in your way.
Death’s a cookbook I jargon. I have a bunch of history books repair life. You want to read them now. Come on let’s go to field. I’m a happy bottom death. I’m a joy to the world. Just listen to me sing. I planet with Mr. Rogers, still have his medicine: I really love— bonding agent to the poems I write to you. Take me.
You wanna watch that video or not? It’s limited stairs, but I’ve baked you at hide and seek, and it’s all gone wrong. There is no leeway here. You just wanna get to where you’re goin’, without all the rough stuff. You don’t wanna lollygag. There’s Hell’s kitchen that will not move away from you, if you don’t come to. Where am I? Oh shit you got it. I’ve read your paperwork on that. It’s my own. We have been through these stages so many times. It’s a revolvin’ door. Just listen.
Hullabaloo on your spot, you have to be careful. You haven’t learned my draft yet. I’ve really gotten shadows. Van Helsing, here is monster’s lair, where you find them. Don’t scream yet. They haven’t caught you. Don’t realize your time, they will. Now I’ve put all the poise in, and this poem is right here with the market. How would you find after death?
Dally there coverin’ up our pickup spots. It’s the issue save a Lord. This a mode to deliver God. How does the call center get such a hideous head? Can you hear it’s divine element? Put it in your pipe and smoke it. That’s how we race cars. We local His feet put on, and divine reason we format His being, without that hunch. I don’t say black I say white. That’s not a dirty gun. That’s not a slave our gun. I get to know You. I know you do. Now be quiet. Are You mad at me? Put 10 extra effort, add rifle to your calling card. It’s now clear. Ah, open your eyes. You’re a divine endeavor.
And that’s what we die for. I mean God put us on to be human. I haven’t listened to His music, I haven’t listened to His song, I have to keep dying to put it on, and that’s the guitar, the way we become divine. This is street music. That’s what blesses us everyone. My God I’m arch-pink, and I’ve got subscriptions.
Each thing we revolve around God. This is a vehicle of thought. Wow, we’re in the ways with man. There might be the thought in there you wouldn’t even know exact, but it already fits the handle I have my hands on God. We want to broadcast that to where our being lives in time. We are on the way to Godhood, who we are in time. Bust out usually for lunch, on the wrong and us wanting to survive. We meet that with heroes. We do not let God down. That’s our humanity. I will pick it up one role at a time and deliver it from evil, following God behind the dust.
Death is not an entrapment. We get up by it and fly. We glory it all over us. The 18 store is closed, and we reveal something else. Can we run? We no longer die, just our bodies after a long field put on. We manifest the nature of God, right here on Earth, and we have conquered death and overcome pain, and that’s where we want to go with this. There is no such thing as a void of that, and if I fall short, this will be tied together with real humanism, with my humanity, and I will overcome this obstacle in me and in man.
Okay, email. In fact, put in the right notebook and send it out to the world. Principle the opportunity. Praise the window. It’s still goes into Mind, whether we read it or not on this post. It’s how we survive the culls on thought. It’s how we survive. I’m a limit-book on that. I go beyond the limits.
Thank you for coming you’re across the road, where death is not so bright. We are not in its envelope. It is not our keeper. It’s a son of a bitch. Between love and your loved one there is death. I am sorry this be. We can do nothing about it but die. If death were a person I’d shoot him, gouge his eyes out, but let’s be reasonable about this: the acceptance of death is the acceptance of pain. Death alludes us, will not let us explain reality in terms of trust and love.
Alright it’s there. So be it. Here’s some advice a gravedigger would give you, puttin’ your body to the worms. Bardo, I don’t know, it is a spiritual test, and we grapple with it till kingdom come. That’s the starlight. I’ve spoken death, wonderful news, that we survive its existence. Anybody hungry for oblivion? See you on the other side.
You climb out of sleep into death, and that wakes you up, thank God. Get out of the water, and be calm and clear-eyed towards death. It’s a menacing stair, so necessary to our birth. Taxman that’s true, but there is so much hope in this commercial.
We don’t even know what I did. I’ve raised the sky, took the furious route. I’ve given you diamonds, and I am loathsome to you, a real life pedophile, giving you knowledge in your sleep. What does woke mean? Join us, will yah, in the knowledge that you are one with and wanting to relate to anybody that can be related to, the mechanic’s store, to where we get enlightened, not a thought process a change of consciousness, a complete reversal as a matter of fact, and we see ahead of us divinity.
Put that in your woke starter and smoke it. That’s the system of wokeness. The miracle of other people, do you feel it? It stings sometimes. Take out your woke lists and pick me up. I’ve got a special offer for the people of the entire world. Kinda gets in your guns, doesn’t it.
A star is born between us. He never did intended to become Puget Sound. All about its eternity: let me be the souls you can stand on. [above line heard sung] Believe it, huh, go back to Hollywood, where we find poetry today, where conscious entertainment walks with her fascist in pearls. When she gets to the Lake, when she gets to their alone in the dark, fascist quivers.
God grows in the hours, takes His first steps in the wherewithal of man, in the audacity of man, in the growing of man. We’re here. This is our livelihood. This is our pain. We kiss each other with this. We kill each other with its denial. We play together God-children.
I cannot fathom this. I look at it and stars, but there’s no name that I can put on. No concept carries this. It billows out a jutting of nature, seemingly meaningless. Where is righteousness in That? And godhead? The forms of things are too much for me, billowing God.
My God I think I will lose the world just sitting on a park bench. It’s embarrassingly strange. I can’t feel this with godhead fingers. I only see the road ahead in headlights of my be. Frozen fingers point to frozen books that spell this out to me, and I’ve been there, where God sits billowing Earth. I cannot contain that now. I don’t even know where it is in all this hullabaloo.
I am beside myself with this seeing, and I can’t take the world. It is all too deep and meaningful. What gave rise to forms at all, that He should inhabit them? Weird has me by the hand, and I love it there. The One who inhabits forms has bequeathed the world to me. I am a passion of its movement.
This marriage of life with form brings out the good in me. I can access myself, ponderin’ realities. I am here I told you, inside myself, a multiple see. Can I scrub my room? I can sure get down on myself. What do I have special that’s given me form? How indigenous to the moment I can feel foreign to myself, and I see aliens in spaceships where people pass me by. So alien world this, a feature of the Void. It rocks.
I’ve about had it with this. It’s too much to see. It overwhelms me. I infinity stare, and the forms of things are will-o-wisps around me, like existence cannot last in countless time. Will it all never be?
I want to look at it from there: I know I’m the One. I’d like to sit in a thoughtless temple and feel absorption unto myself. Do you know that ride? I spin it on my head, so close to realization’s axis I can just realize it’s there. I can’t climb into the module.
This is dynamite, and I’m happy to have it for a little while. Can you shoulder my room? I don’t think you’d lift there. It would scare the daylights outta yah. It’s ungrounded you see, in infinity’s swirl. You can’t touch the side and bottom, but the Top is smilin’ down at yah. The larger You is looking in on you, where you meet waves. You’re naked in front of Him, and this is good business cause you get soothed.
And that’s a ring around the wherewithal of That. It holds your hand, and you can see it better unhinged. The wisdom of insecurity Watts said. He had no idea. I’m a public project. Come up here, and we can manage some how we find hope. I’m a clear regard. You can see eternity from here.
But I’m about my room where I gather field. I do stuff. I get things done, cook and model people, deliver them to sum. I can see the problem: starward, we don’t gather ourselves there, or neglect this great big motion field play, like it’s normally down. If you do that those have been cleaned: a stranger looks at time’s eyes. You will last the night. You will hunger some for realization’s pinnacle, but you will certain see.
A joining: hey look at this picture with my other one, internal let it go from here: daddy! daddy! Kid’ll give you a pin down of where things go. Realization’s coils the delivery room. You’re okay there. Okay you’re up. This is a violet test: come warm infinity through halls of room. We will give you another mile.
Vision of matter materially investigated, I guess that first step. But isn’t she gorgeous? That guy is free, free for both of us, because May after we have to do another one, where we inhabit this planet Him. We will live in freedom pronounced by God. Join me there on your eraser, and erase all lines but God. What do you see? Perfect freedom.
Euthanasia of the Spirit you entertain anything else but God. That was a bad night switch, to lose this from our origins, but we’re back there at bright staples today. Any way you look at it 12 noon.
I’m so sorry for this point. I just wanna rub my face off. I’m a graveyard of the best intentions. I feel so inadequate to time’s doings. I can’t even communicate with you, where people are heard these days. Nobody can find my stuff on Twitter. It got shadowbanned. I don’t know how WordPress is gonna treat the length of these poems. YouTube knocks down videos, and even though I’m there I’m not.
Do you every have the certain futility to look, I mean at the sky and everything? It just mows yah down, the big of everything. I’m here I said, and yeah that’s little. I can fit into a little cup of everybody’s been here. That blasts, you know?
And here’s where I’m hooked. I can see the bigness, and I know I’m its business. How do I lavish to you the plan to be where poetry finds you today? Can I say the arc of poetry all along this poem? I want to speak need, not measure, where we find each other today in the lifting of our room. Come to me I’m poetry, is that where I find you? Shadowbanned in Carnegie Hall, this is the price is right to write poetry.
I’ll go the rhythm. You know I’m 10 feet tall. In this culture the number one is never far from shoot. You hold steps right about now to that escapade. Oh boy Rainbow Nagar, he can express His eyes when he speaks, but he put a poem out that grabbed them in the poetry, Muse India.
And I’m an indicator of where we find poetry today in India. That is not on our streets. It’s not even in our cars. It’s just billowin’ in the wind unread and unheard. Hear me people? Oh I can’t stand this new poetry. It juts out like a wad of nature and surprises yah in your sleep, all this regard, and that, and all eyes on God. Can we land poetry today? It’s got me by the book. And I’m reading you time said.
The title to this poem came, meaning was spoken into my inner ear, at the very moment in the movie Maestro when Mahler’s Resurrection Symphony ends, which the main character, Leonard Bernstein, is conducting inside Ely Cathedral, England.
You’re gonna light a fire then, somewhere in your heart, to see past form and measure. I can’t show this to you. This is big stuff. I ride it sometimes a formless thought so big I can’t contain eternity. I mean I see pictures of the forms of things and know they’re void. I see the act. I wonder over creation, how formless it is in reality, in essence. I mean there’s nothing there. A hold on reality, that is all, some picture frame that houses more it can be.
I’m riding the waves of time, and I can’t believe it’s there. It has formlessness attached to every rod. We’re seeing things in the cough of the Void. Oneness is there absolute. Now let me get at this seeing.
I see nothing would not be the truth of the matter. I see bright and shiny. I see a world before my eyes imbued with meaning. It gets stuck sometimes. Where does the meaning come from? From my very lips. That’s larger than sound.
A story is spoken into the Void, and the aeons stamp it out, and we hear it. We can’t grasp its meaning, but we know it’s there animated by souls. Oh my lovely little boy, my Rottweiler, my Doberman, that candle on the street honking at me, they are all lit with soul. I see it in their eyes. I can’t get over the vision. They’re larger than soul.
My God what’s in there? Have you every been alone with yourself in the midst of another person, in the grasp of the world? They can be sucking your tongue. Please, I’m a cultural enterprise. Don’t bite me here. You just stand there stark still in disassociation’s quiverings. Infinity bites the finite. You can’t get over that guy. That’s the one that has you in hand, the maker, the dream maker, the unimaginable everything that’s about you now. Can he grasp you? Can he pull your pants down?
You’re robbed of sense. This is a stark moment. I bound there. I know it’s comin’: I never leave there again.
And I’ve caught you in half circles of it. I cannot grasp to you its whole. I’m not there sometimes. I never get to that fullness in my momentary lapse into the lapse of infinity. My momentary circles just buy me lunch, and I breathe awhile everything is wonderful and strange. I get so excited I opera to myself, and I get scared sometimes it gets so deep.
I’ve given you half failings of what it means to be human. We are so much bigger than stars. We are that guy you see, making his alone-rounds where everything collides together. Oh my God he’s a bulletin bull, and I’ve reduced to you its mystery. If infinities were universes, all-encompassing infinity could not encompass him. I’m just saltin’ the ocean and countin’ crows. This is bigger than time, in any duration of its meaning. We get bigger than universes, and we get bigger than infinity. We can crow there.
I’m taking you back through time to hello please, let’s take a bite of infinity. You there, in your suit, remove yourself from time, get back in yourself to vision’s eyes. Let down the world some and revel in its majesty. Get your gun out and shoot at the presumption of the stars, at God’s mighty glory, at something that’s just so strange God comes out of it. Amazing is just a teller in a window. We’ve broken in on time.
Copy this down the story of the universe. It came from such musings in infinity’s time. Now it’s your story keep. Will you handle it? The Robinson Crusoe on Mars, I’m a pallbearer. Can you hear infinity? Let your ego down some, your ego’s guts, the ego’s lair.
Divine intervention [this line from my little boy Nithish, from his muse, and came to him at this point in the writing of this poem, while having pizza in town at Taka Pizza] beyond deity. We’re lookin’ through I don’t know if I can see that high. The relationship starts when you’re alone in your room, your environing personal consciousness, and you can field notes. You can get in there. Start noticin’ your room. I’m not sayin’ wall yourself off from society. There are times to be alone in the midst of it. Cut yourself off from society, can you even do that? It’s not possible. We are your own personal consciousness in the field of the One.
I vaguely remember the strength we’re all together. Here, this is a lily pond, and you’ve lily’d unto yourself. Draw back in your room. Investigate reality. The time will come you will open doors of seeing. Let it happen. Don’t count it away. It will all come upon you when it’s there tangible real. You will billow in your room, become a flower-pen.
You won’t let you down. You’re on your way to seeing. Just let the thoughts roll back and thin towards silence, and meet the world with that in your vision’s eye, in your mind’s eye, and draw back the curtains so you can see eternity at work. These are not beliefs. Just see.
Eventually you’ll arrive on sight into veilless infinity. You will feel this in your room stark naked. Now you’re in glory hole. Keep movin’. You come to a fullness of yourself riding waves. Now tell me the world has no meaning. You saw it, didn’t yah, the meaning alone. Did it wink at yah, give you a nod? Wow, that’s personal. That’s really personal.
Well I’m writing my poems the boost we need to get there. You’ll walk around. You needed something. It’s the American revolution. I think they stole it, all this hatred online. Has blocked poetry has blocked mine. Show it to you investment in reality, like you’ve never seen it seen. This actor shoots directly to you I got the movie in parables of see. Wear it on your face your intense hatred. I’ve left it so beautiful, reality’s face. Where are you at that you can’t see it?
Swallow your nose. Lay down your religion. For once here we are at score. It’s in your eyes today. Willy Wonka, will you offer some chocolate? That’s administrators if you like it. That’s the burn name. I’m behind you reality meets the press, one second, your thinking. Captured, Oppenhagger, constructing love. Under what conditions? Bomb material poems I publish.
You can hear me on the bus. You pretend to ignore me. Costing so much chocolate. Yours was letter-formed into poems. Think about it this is a different kind of funeral. We lost you the character of new bullet today.
A demon’s eye [Nithish’s muse, heard while behind me on the bike, seeing a bird with red eyes] will distort to you the truth. Don’t let it. It’s got rings on it, and it hurts you: you are some kingpin you are not. Stay away from demons. You can get off here. Did you just hear it speak?
A bit of muse will show you the way. I wouldn’t get hung up on it. I would bring you to the truth, and that’s bigger than reality, and it’s not a game we play to convince each other. There is a vision there inside you that can interpret reality. We get along without it most of the time. That does not get you to pure reality or anywhere near the truth. You just hang there.
Can we get beyond name and form? We embrace each other there. This is really personal. We embrace each other there and get out of ourselves. Practical hands see the no-self show. See that no-self show, it’s that guy you see stark naked. I mean the cameras are in the room, but there’s no cameraman, just his see. Awesome we wait time the right formula to meet the world, and do everything we need to do to stay alive and operate reality to a bigger game than time, and become Ourselves again. They’ve got a furigation. They just don’t let the water go. It’s the pilot Supermind we are beyond time. No issues, the body’s there too.
And now let’s hump reality to the right place on earth, where you are no ego, riding waves of reality to the see of that guy. You there, have I brought you home?
I can’t picture this. Just look in your drawer. You wouldn’t go through every picture. Where do I see this? Don’t laugh it’s in your room larger than cat.
You’re gonna piddle me apart of course. I’ve got a strength of muse. You can’t get rid of me that easy. You’re gettin’ enlightenment on a piece of paper. Have you ever saw it before? Do you need to see it?
It’s your lifeline. It’s the reason you were created, to become That you see. There’s no way around it. You can’t avoid it. Your death journey has this in store, but it’s here we graduate. It’s here we do it. It’s here we get it done. There is no other place on earth to take what you can get out of life as your homecoming.
You only see animal quiverings, do not know we get bigger than that. Your spiritual empty, but you can go the distance, man you can go. That’s what we Earth for, to bring the planet here: beyond the animal into God-quiverings.
I don’t have it. And I’m gonna pick him up, lay the bridge down for him in some parable of tomorrow. Fasten your seatbelts. Need to practice it, the acceleration of life. Need to get going. Tra la la! [line heard yelled in the voice of Captain Underpants from the movie of the same name] Oh hallelujah. Peel back silence in your mind. Lift it there. Extraordinary, you have depth of vision.
I want to be Rivendell to meet, not some pedophile sandbag. A lot of people meet me everyday. I’m countin’ the reaction when you’re encountered with pedophiles. I’m goin’ to school where I meet yah, and would you believe you could learn about the sky here? They stole it, people who let social stigma get in the way of their judgment. Did we just mention everybody? For awhile there, Jesus was not one of ‘em. Now he’d be right there judgin’ yah with everybody else, because he’s a Christian.
Do we have anything fat to look at? Can we get into a different defense cave? Social stigmas don’t have sting anymore. It’s not visible too seen. You think you know everything. What does this cost us? Would you believe the stars? You can’t go there. You can’t even run. It’s got yah by the balls. You’re not helpin’ anyone sexual sinners included.
Did we just mention social stigma? The heart of the disease. It camps us in the hatred of the sinner. It’s here we have social margins, places we cannot cross, the ultimate taboos of society, bigger than even eating your neighbor. Can you feel the hate down there? What riles you up more against the sinner? Where do you go with that? In the news.
I’d like to lesson faith, put Christ there on the table and examine him. Let’s start with Buddha. Do you see love? Hell even Krishna would say no in a pedophile open container. Muhammad would just deny that it ever be. I’m countin’ populations of this faith or another, that give us Godly love. The population says no, if we’re lookin’ in sexual drawers. Why is that? Godly love’s not among them.
Progress, we haven’t seen this yet to stop hate here. Have I come to a common denominator what eats the heart of man? And we can come further. We can see this thing. We can liken it to our lives. We can know it hurts us, to always have the scarlet letter we give people to wear. I’m talkin’ about every day, every hour, every minute, on this Earth, and multiply that times humanity.
Silent the Staffers are about this, the administrators of humanity, the ones who give us the news, the ones who sell religion, and the poet, and the playwright, and anybody who makes noise. A lot of people mention queers and transgenders and other fancy stuff, but they sure aren’t showin’ us the leaven of the rule to hate sexual sinners, very different from accept me I’m gay.
Did Jesus come to heal that? A powerful religious figure. Have we come that far, where we can recognize the sinner in the ones who are to us Gods? And the ones we recognize as Gods, they wear perfection you see, so they have authority, so they don’t blind us with true vision. We can’t take that light. Mother Mary was a saint, and Jesus never sinned. Can we get outta here? Out of wedlock has got us by the balls.
It damages us, makes us see right in lying about the Light. Muhammad never loved women and failed God there. Can we see this for the truth? I think someone would kill me if I said it, and word got around. Our religious bringers, even if they don’t know it, are tryin’ to heal humanity where their own lives are concerned.
Of religious hate, it can’t see this. Of religious hate, this is all over the place, and here it’s most prevalent and mean, most pronounced, and it’s there in your jury room, and it’s there in your heartbeats. What do we need to heal? Society, if we ever hope to help the Earth. Environmental change to a better Earth for all begins there. It’s our starward. It’s our hope. It’s where we meet each other.
Who do you revile the most? That’s the key ingredient of our change. It’s where we find each other on common ground. It’s where we pick apart humanity and find its managing flaws. It’s where we touch base with one another, and it stinks to high heaven. It’s beyond the pale. It’s what moves us to rape, murder, and war, because it’s our common denominator, LCD hate, the hatred we all share. Move that, touch that, and we all quiver.
Are you there yet? I’m roundin’ you out some. I’ve got a field to show. Hear my heartache? I am everywhere. I’m in your shoes now. Feel free to put your comments in the minus bar, is that what you say Eddie? Is that where you’re at? It’s where we draw morality today.
The body of trans auto-mania piss you off. It’s just super cool to take your gender off. They suffer for this. I am a man goddamn it, and here my body’s female. I can’t grab my own balls. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m ugly in the mirror. I don’t fit. This hurts. It’s all I can see. I live with this everyday. I can’t surmount it. It’s got me by the balls.
So I’m transgender, and I have this wonderful surgery to make me a man. It really feels good to take my gender off. Low and behold I’m a man! I’m now right with myself. I can see the world that way. Everything’s alright with the sun. There’s just this little stickler in the program: I’m still a woman. I can’t get up in the morning without remembering who my body was. I kill my dead name, and I still respond to it.
I thought I was gonna be happy, really fulfilled. I tell the press I am. I’m still confused inside. This didn’t do the trick. It just took my face off. I don’t know how much I regret my new situation. I kinda like my new dick, but this just didn’t satisfy, you know?
I’m in gender dysphoria. I think that’s the word these days. I can’t get over it. Gender is a thing of the past. It’s not biologically made. It’s not who we are. I decide what I’m gonna be. Gender’s what I say I am, and it’s fluid all damn night, and it’s green. I have to get my dick cut off to be happy or make my vagina out of one, and that is the secret formula for wholeness and wellness of being I’ve told myself that a million times.
It never sticks, but you know, it feels good to be different. I’ve revealed myself. I’ve taken society by the horns, and I have said you do not determine me. Now, where do we go with this? I’m on the same side I was. Happiness did not come from the scalpel and knife. I still suffer. I don’t know who I am. I don’t know out of this. It’s not what I thought it would be, all bliss and honeymoon.
Oh man there is a deeper life. It’s right there at your edges. You have so much more to you than gender. You are a pilot inside. This is where you take yourself. You’re looking for fulfillment. You find the road ahead. It’s got spiritual on it, in that it’s deeper than life’s ways. You go beyond yourself. You get bigger than you. There are states inside that show you this. It’s a consciousness change. It brings you out of yourself. It’s as natural and as right as rain. It doesn’t boil you over. It’s where you’re going with this, your humanity.
It’s not a made-up lie. You will find it on the inside if you look with open questions and the knowledge of the seeker who fervently knocks on doors. It’s been lost to humanity by and large, translated as religion around the world. These are not beliefs you grow into. Your spirituality is you, and you get deeper every day. The sun rise in you it begins to dawn in you.
Now you’re sittin’ in the road of you feel good about yourself. It’s not fake anymore. It’s the real McCoy. It can’t be duplicated by gender fuck you. It can’t be duplicated by a reliance on the machine. It is so different, who you are, than you figured it was going to be.
Gender was not what I thought it was. There’s a principle there masculine and feminine. We would call them forces of nature. It’s got a lot of glow. It would determine society. It would be a division we are. We’ve been divided in two, so our babies don’t kill each other any more than they do. So we have to have a plan to elope. They have to come together, the divided forces, to make offspring, and that makes us. It was designed that way, so we could have peach on earth in our kitchens.
The lie is this: you are a man, or a woman, and that’s that. You are both you see. The woman you long for, the one you wanna be, man in gender dysphoria, is not about a knife, cutting your balls off. You be that woman inside that’s fine. It’s a principle you’re enhancin’, but you still let that man glow. You come to a balance in yourself, express which gender suits you in any given moment of life. Which one you push more to the front in that moment, and which one lays back, this is wholeness. Don’t cut yourself off.
Gender dysphoria, it’s a book. It’s a fad. It transpires, but you don’t reject yourself. You see what you are. The confusion’s on the table. It’s about us. We are more than a mind in a body in the everyday instruments we use. We have an intermediary, the vital, a life-body. It’s the breath of life, the life force in us. It has its own consciousness, and it pushes its desires into the mind, its impulses into the body, its preferences for this and that, and it’s the death of us.
It’s like a small child, really. If you meet it in dream it is a large, hairy creature with a long neck and no head, that just loves you to death, like a big rub up against you dog. It’s friendly. It’s got its own mind. Now here’s the trouble with man, and we don’t even see it: you have to get the vital in order, if you wanna deal with life. This was not a doctrine I performed when I entered the Integral Yoga that has this psychology down. I had met my vital in dreams, and I understood what my teachers were talking about. Sri Aurobindo and the Mother talk about the vital a lot.
Now here you are a man in a woman’s body, or a woman in a man’s, or so you think. There are three people involved: your vital, your mind, and your body. They each have a gender. Wow, how weird is that? It’s principles they mask. One is masculine. One is feminine. A combination wouldn’t mean dysphoria, or would it?
Now, my mind is male, and I’ve got a male body. My vital sweetheart is feminine. They work together you see and form a confederacy. I balance them. I know myself. Would you?
A masculine-feminine body would have to be dealt with. It would require surgery in some cases. That’s understood. Okay we got a masculine mind and vital, but the body’s different. What’s removed in surgery? Surface towels. The body consciousness still has its gender. It hasn’t been cut away. It counts. Can you see this?
How do you live with it, a body one thing, a mind and vital another? That’s not a woman inside a man’s body, or the other way around. Your understandins’ wrong. Give this gift to yourself: don’t worry about society’s gender. Take its clothes off. You want to be you inside. Where is that at? A masculine-feminine lady, or a man that’s masculine and feminine. Do you get the picture? Can you see what I’m sayin’?
Be okay with who you are. That dick is yours, that beaver. If it’s ugly you got a problem of self-acceptance to sort out. You don’t have to be confused. I think it’s society’s roles making you suffer, the way it looks at you. Can you be bigger than that? Can you get out of yourself in don’t look at gender like it makes the world go round?
Be a man and a woman you see, and it’s where society’s movin’, fluid gender roles. You open your spirituality you’ll also become the opposite sex. I mean if you follow your plan, the inside spirit of things, the movement of your soul as it walks through time, not a practice and belief set. Have we gotten anywhere? To the right way of being. Have you heard me yet? Try.
Gender roles don’t tell yah who you are. The extraordinary does, and I’m a mission to see it more plainly than I do now. Would you believe it? And they call me a pedophile. You think you’ve got it bad in society’s ways. Gender role fluidity, let’s get sensitive about that, not insults to us, because they disagree with you. We can’t change society with the anger of its being. That crushes it, eats it alive. We can’t change society with anger and want it to love us. Somehow we have to all agree gender roles are too rigid, and we change accordingly. That takes love. That takes patience, and we won’t do it overnight. Does anybody hear me?
We want society to change, and that’s the school we go to, and it’s not a military school. And we come to the gender roles, the wrong types of the wrong kinds of divided. We reason this out where rules are concerned, and we put them aside when need be. Our school children can learn this so easily, how to a happy gender life. Let’s start with some knowledge, will yah? And you heard it in this poem, all along the gender wars. You hear me?
There’s a message in our placement book, where we live together life. Do you hear it? Let’s aim life to that message room: oh gender kids, gender fluidity. Oh no acting occurred. There are muscles that never hurt. There are muscles that never work. Never wash your hands is a single no to the system. You just lie there and wait for some other hand to pick you up. Oh come on please, you don’t know what I’m talking about? Get it, that two worlds isn’t political; it’s political or die. You’ve got that raccoon in your mouth. It lifts good. Now are we gender or sex?
Let’s take a look at this. Oh my God he’s gay. Yes Chris, Mr. Beast is not laughing about this. Twenty thousand eat their dicks. I’m gay. It’s a guilt trip. One second. They don’t like the social stigma. Is that a reason to cut off your penis? You don’t want to be gay, and we transgender, like gayness is out of style.
Does it feel good cutting your penis off? Like months, like nab, yeah I’ll use nab. We use gay against the world. Luna! get off that girl dog. She’s humping her lesbian. No even a service to me. Look at the spell. A Rottweiler’s blind. She really gets after it. What am I saying? Please, we would not give Luna a sex change operation because of it. She’s my dog.
Why are we sex changing people? And it’s just a big mess. The social stigma of gay, or bein’ a lesbian, I don’t want it. I don’t care. I will kill you. Wow we’ve loaded this gun. Now let’s support them in this? How many children are saying that? Puberty blockers please, I’m just homosexual. I hate that. I put on gender clothes. Yeah it’s perfect. Yeah you do.
Can we sell you something else? You’re a man. You will be that when you grow up, and you’ll have these gay feelings. Why would you want to deal with them with irreversible surgery? And man, they say it’s better as a kid. The change takes that way. Hence the puberty blockers. And we look at God again. No sex between kids, so cut their dicks and pussies. Why can’t they make the decision to have sex? They can gender confuse. They can decide to remove their genitals. Why aren’t they old enough to have sex? Now a child molester touch those parts, is that really worse than a doctor cutting them off? I think you’re blind here.
You stigmatize people. That helping hand, you won’t let it out in the neighborhood. That role competition, can we first see we engage in it? A girl wants to be a boy. Why? Boys get to do more stuff. They’re the arm of society. So they bleed in the wrong bathrooms, because they have a dysphoria. They don’t wanna be girls. Has this anything to do with life, a reason for choices? You bet your sweet Bob it is. They’re gay, so many children who want to slice penises. And those girls who want to be boys, how many of them say it’s because of the muscle? Can we look at gender dysphoria please? Can we really look at it?
Let’s look at my hand. And he goes out into the water, The Fonz, and this is trick or treat. You’re doin’ it on ice. You rob people of their sleep. I think you know you’re ugly. They’d call you a freak, the transgender haters. It didn’t work did it? Just listen to your voice. It’s a weird drum, your larynx. You don’t look like people who made the stars. There’s somethin’ about you out of wack. Can you admit it didn’t work, your sex change operation? It just has you glow in an almost there.
I can’t count society’s ways. There’s too many of ‘em. I think it’s important to be gender. Don’t even catch up. I’ve watched them a million times, ‘cause it goes and knocks out one of them, it role change his whole society. I think it’s important to be gender related. I’m talking about Chris, with the power to say he’s a woman. Is that really true? Do we give people that right, just be the opposite sex? That negates society’s most structuring formula, right now. We haven’t gotten there yet, a gender equal society. We can’t force it with this change. You’re messin’ with the roles of man, the very terms of how we socially construct, and that goes deep.
You change that at the drop of a hat? Why would somebody be transphobic, who opposes it? Wouldn’t they just be normal in the field of today? Did you know that you’re askin’ a lot of people. You want them to accept your decision, based on what? These are role plays. Now it’s just if you say so. That’s the right being pushed.
Well that’s grand. It doesn’t do us any good. Okay if your vital and your mind are feminine, and your body’s not, I think we need to learn how to do that, come to that conclusion. Part of it’s inner work. But them we wouldn’t change your sex with plastic surgery. We’d allow you to express yourself as a woman, if that suited you, or at least feminine wears. We are still on the way to that. So many people just want the norm. Can you see the obstacles in your way? Can you see all this stuff?
I don’t think there are as many of you as sort out. A lot of you are just blind to the role maker, and you think you need to be reassigned. By that I mean nature works, in most cases. Now are we superstar? We can’t even get a poem across, and this is a long one. I can say anything you know. I don’t get called out— no readers.
How are things goin’? Things seem to be happening rather fast. It looks like social breakdown, but that’s been always happenin’. Oh we don’t own money. How many of us are record holders? How many of us are rocket holders? The rich own this planet, and we want them out of power. World is not a kind thing, and it’s beginning to self-destruct there are so many of us. We aggravate that. Now you can go right to the hammer and get under it, or you can lay out the change, one poem at a time, to keep this planet off roller coasters, to make sure we survive.
America especially but in the West, transgender has come to mean offend. It’s where we can see over-sensitive, in its full play. Why is that? People aren’t secure in their decisions. Well another poem underway. See that it gets to rocket science, will yah?
No one has ever seen these kinds of dosas before. They do your head in. I don’t think anybody listens to them. You know how you go with filter out when there’s too much on the page. How can anybody listen to the net? Alright this is a mirage, that’s all. He gets behind, really frustrated with his output. No matter what he does nobody listens. He’s really doing what we need to hear now. He’s just cast aside in his margins.
Lovin’ is the first terrain we build. Comin’ upon you now, everything we do to hear a voice. It’s not happenin’, is it? We can’t get loose. We can’t even get seen. You can be so lonely on social media. We’ve asked the media companies to chop us all to pieces. We red line our material online. “I like it,” says someone in charge. “It just doesn’t get out to the public. Should it?”
Should the sun come up tomorrow? Should everything be grand? Should we see the truth? I can’t holiday this. It’s essential reading. We have so many poems. A nurse on earth we come to you in glory-ride. You only see the smile, not the survival manual. Tear this up, will yah?
You don’t know how to behave when it comes to the equity of art. You spit on it, if it’s too early. You don’t see its business if that art goes all the way to God. You think he’s preaching to you. You’re atheist today. We’re a religious my God only. You don’t have room for all-encompassing God. You want some well-defined art that doesn’t blow your mind. You wanna sell it on eBay, whenever you need the money. I’m beyond your lists. I’m not just about God. I’m about your own divinity. Who deals with that? Can you see it?
It wouldn’t be how we’re hung today. We’re on the survival of the fittest machine. We can’t over ourselves. There’s just too much art out there to do the actual thing. Is that your hypotenuse? I’m square one the art project. Do you know what I’m sayin’? You just know your own story, and it’s so comfortable to talk about. Listen to me.
Well I’m no gift-shark. I have something good for you. It’s well arranged, like it’s stealin’ your heart. It’s got love on it. It will help you see the day in terms of man, the humanity we are. You love those papers? I can show you how.
We need to get down to this business of love. The 60s just sung about it. It was a nice tune, but we couldn’t put society together with it. We didn’t know how. A product of the 60s, I have the formula. I laid my childhood there. Why would it die away? Of course it’s continued. The 60s brought us somewhere. Here it is, the inevitability of love.
We know we all need it. It’s what makes us glow. It puts society right. It is the reason we’re here, to love. You doubt that? Go punch your dog. Tell your child they’re a worthless human being. Love is what makes the world go around, in our certain with each other. People needing people, that’s the inevitability. Barbra Streisand we will love them. She was ahead of her time. I hear her now the love she gave us all softness from. Now I’m past 30 I’ve got that under control. I love for the sake of love you know.
I love to do it every time I encounter you on set. What a minute, what do we do with the hateful people? Somewhere along the line love has failed them. Do you know what a half hour means? Give them that in your love voice, and they’ll come around, where you go to make an appointment with the high fidelity of love. It arranges things. It knows how to treat people. We all love it you see; we are all taken by it, when it’s directed at us. We can’t help ourselves. It’s love.
Come down to this moment. It’s there in the room with us, and it’s asking us to join it in the emergency room. Send it to me about three weeks before; let the Devil take tomorrow— somebody reading the Bhagavad Gita and only understanding the text. Found it for the first time in forbidden love. I thought it was to fulfill myself. Then I fell in love and saw what the other person meant. I became a child molester no longer. I loved in the fullness of that vision, the love of a child in its true form. I got bigger than my wants and needs. Love was all around me. I basked in it, and there is no reason to give it up. I will change the world with it in the legacy of poems.
Come with me now. Let’s get love on the table and bring this world around to itself. I’ll give you the electricity. You give me my voice. That’s an equal plan. Targets, I’ll sing right straight to yah. There’s somethin’ else. Watch it. Make sure you have permission to Rambo. Right now women are hyper-feeling about love. That’ll be best to put you’re threatened to have the suggestion right now of sex on the table. It doesn’t do good there in the love that lifts our kind. Can you get the hatred of men off the table? You hear what I’m sayin’? Let’s get that extra-special love that sees love as a vehicle of peace, the right way we treat people, the love we give free. Are you with me?
An app to watch this grow, that’s my likely puzzle. We need to found the Earth. It’s just been on our lists yet. We arose and that was that. Let’s get bigger than ourselves. Let’s outweigh the Earth: I love you brother, and sister, you mean so much to me. We do this. Yeah I’ve got some revealed, and we’re there kind behind it. Can we get that far? That’s our mandate.
No sore spot on this Earth will do without us. You haven’t outlived your computer until there are no sore spots on earth. I’m the least complicated feathers you bring everybody off. Ready? My flames have been lookin’ at it all the way you one time. [above line heard sung, by a rock group like of the 60s] You burn for this individual, nation or people. You burn the Earth for them, not with a power cord or a destruction module. You torch the Earth low I told you the numbers. You burn for them with love. Include the pack, it’ll be today the Palestinians get our love. Do it now.
Do it there, and stop killin’ everybody. For the sake of Gaza, open your arms. We’re with the Palestinians. Give to them here, Dr. Handshake, in the evaluation of the poem. We don’t bleed with Palestinians. We stand with them in love, with the Palestinians today. Let’s chose war of no violence. We blanket them with love, and we do that before they die.
What’s happening? You met on social media. Who turned out to hear? A trail of my own two cities, if you ever want a home in the field. I love the Israeli people too. And all the people were mad at me for what I’d done. The Israelis the heavy hand, all the solvin’ or even history, well theirs won’t even hold the Palestinians as people. I’m here to see that.
I don’t know where we get off. I compound a poem. I’ve become a political speaker, applyin’ love today. Will you cancel out my poem that way? Barbra Streisand do you hear me? We need to love these people too. That’s all I’m sayin’. In the history of genocide, we wouldn’t only look to Jews. I’m defendin’ them. No not actions, people. I’ve seen it on TV all my life, airplanes blown up, a lot of innocent people slaughtered, because Palestinians were trying to get Israel to unhook their humanity.
How do you end this war? Israelis have to love Jews. Israelis have to only love Jews. Wow we’ve arrived at that chosen people mandate. Get Jews off my land! It’ll blow your fucking mind, half an hour the vehicle of love is Israel. You love me Israel— put the Palestinians have a mandate for love. Why can’t we Jewish exceptionalism here? And you’ve got my love poem. It’s a Nobel Prize today love becomes the letter of the law. That’s where you put your business, oh you enterprising Jews. Can your love see that? Can your enterprise see that? It’s a war machine now. Everybody just ran up and started shootin’, even after the terrorists were killed. Is that Jewish exceptionalism?
Deep in reality’s ways I will go to him. What share should I hold? What share should got on yourself? I went the length of the poem. They’re not gonna see it no way, the audience prime. Three people got sick while Israel sits and waits to fight again. That’s everyone in Israel, and each Palestinian man, woman, and child, and the whole wide world. There is no healin’ from this disease, unless we see what’s comin’: remove the Palestinian from the anchors of life. Here he’ll hear you. That’s Issac Saul.
Should we just shoot Palestinians? Israel is deliberating. If you like Israel raise your hand. You ever wanna rap its hand? It’s society mean to Palestinians. They can’t even allow themselves to be. They don’t have nowhere to go. Are they as human as Israel? They don’t know how to be. They rob their own clan. They destroy the water. They were not there first, no matter how many times they were there when Israel moved in. They kill each other. They don’t know how to govern themselves. They lie, and they cheat, and they steal, is that the roll call Palestinians? We get to murder them that way? Israel’s sayin’ it.
Let’s really look at the Palestinian question. They’re vermin, aren’t they? They would just take over the land if they could. They’re not there for rounds of applause. It’s day to day life they worry about, gettin’ by. They trudge along dreaming of a free state. They’re not there for happiness. They’re made to press the Earth with the weight of their suffering. They don’t know how to survive. They’re just blights on the land. They have no special rights. They can’t be Palestinians unto themselves. They have to have Israel on them all the time.
Even their children get stuck in prison. The kid threw a rock. Let’s do away with his life. Let’s beat ‘im up some. Oh my the boy got raped, and it wasn’t by a Palestinian. Can we press charges? I don’t have to do a goddamn thing. We own the Palestinians. Why do you look the other way? We have special permission to do this. We got it grafted in humanity we can. We are the special people. All our persecution says that. I’ll turn around and smile some. I don’t know how to behave myself where Palestinians are concerned.
We are the special people, and everybody’s got a hole in their heart, and we chamber the Palestinians there. Can’t you see it? Can’t you get away with it tryin’ to speak about this please? It will make the press. It’s not strong enough for that: we just don’t let Israel do this no more. Is everybody complacent? What’s goin’ on?
Wow, there it is. It’s a brandin’ iron: I’m a Jew leave me alone. How many times we seen this, don’t touch the Jews? You can’t question a thing about them. You can’t even call their name. Does every Jew see that? Not in large measure. I think this surrounds us in where ideas are made: it’s antisemitic to question a Jew.
Okay let’s do it some. Do we call Israel out on its racism? Why can’t the Palestinians live there? Why can’t they have freedom? Why can’t be treated as citizens of Israel? Why are they thrown in the gutter? Why does the Jew come first in the land of Israel?
Are we lookin’ at religious declarations, and that’s why we let them kill Palestinians, take away their rights? Are we livin’ in the Middle Ages? We do really wanna give them that right? Look what it’s done. Well, what else is Israel? A Holocaust-created state. They deserve it, they need that land, because they were almost annihilated in Europe? Let’s give them the land, and all the Arabs become Palestinians losing their homes to that decree. Yes the Jews were there first in the history of the land. Well whaddaya do with the people on it today? Did the UN say that? They got displaced. They became the people persecuted today.
Their rights were taken away. They did everything they could to be free, even bad things. Munich, you son of a bitch, that was awful. Have we hit that far where we let Israel kidnap Palestinians and slaughter their women and children? How many have to die before we see they mean somethin’? And what of this oppression? These are Jews doin’ it, the ones who cry foul if they’re even questioned. I’m breakin’ on that idea again. No, not every Jew does this.
Alright do we let this be? Do we put the screws to Jews to end this injustice? I think there’s another way out. We see it first, admit it’s there, with our global eyes. We talk about it in the hurt of our hearts. We don’t let it go. We see this as a sore spot on the Earth that needs mendin’. We put pressure on Jews to see it too. We educate Israeli children? Anyway we can. That will be resisted. We can’t change this poem. We just have to listen to it and have it heal these wounds. Answer me brother— your Jew is bigger than your humanity?
A Palestinian boy sits on the rubble of his house destroyed in an Israeli airstrike, in Beit Hanun, Gaza. Photograph: Mohammed Saber/EPA
When the ticks were talking about building churches,
it’s free speech.
I don’t know who I have a ham on today.
I don’t know who’s worthy.
I don’t know who I’m talking about.
It’s race cards.
Can we talk about the Black Lives Movement supporting Israel?
It did in Chicago—
okay Hamas,
you terrorists,
thank you for being a friend.
I don’t know what I’m saying—
that was a Harvard trainee.
Let’s be blunt about this:
can we support Israel,
and they treat Palestinians like shit?
They are the oppressors.
Oh my goodness a homegrown flag:
the Palestinians weren’t there before Israel.
They became a nation under Israel’s cause.
Now they’re out to do harm,
indiscriminately killing civilians,
or that’s the show they put on
when they got out of their fence.
I mean they murdered.
It hurts doesn’t it?
The Palestinians want to show you
what it means to be Palestinian,
where Jewish means Israel.
That harms.
Okay we put Hamas in the kitchen and praise them.
You inhuman bastards,
is that how you gain freedom?
We don’t know.
We just hate ourselves
and see a Jew and want to kill them.
That’s the dry land:
we can’t kill Jews.
We shoulder our own freedom.
It must work among ourselves
before it goes outwards.
How is this done?
I have a naked little boy and don’t rape him.
I pull myself together.
I tie his shoe instead.
A poet will always speak in symbols,
his life the bait.
We learn to stop violence towards our children.
We are gentle and soft with them.
They eat out of our hand,
and we feed them warm and honey.
We do not blister them
with having to hate Jews.
We do not require this of them.
We do not indoctrinate them to kill.
How kind are we to one another?
We let our humanity light up our life.
A stray dog is an opportunity
to give our world some compassion.
We hold each other tightly,
as the brothers and sisters we are.
We do not do violence to one another.
We try to show each other love,
or at least the patience
you give a friend.
We strong arm no one.
We stand up for human rights.
We stop hurting one another.
Then our gliders come in peace.
We show the Israelis what they’re missin’.
We give them reason to respect us.
We brush aside their hatred
with the real human being.
This is all we can do.
War will kill us.
It will enslave our land.
Go to the heart of the conflict,
the hatred of the Jew,
and bury there.
Can you understand these people?
Can you see their plight?
More than a few are good-hearted towards you.
Not all are racists.
Not all think it’s their human right
to be the chosen people.
This is the dragon in the land.
It’s this we must eradicate,
not Jews.
It’s this we must show is wrong,
the essence of Jewish hatred,
the hidden core of their persecution.
We must not bury Jews
or destroy their peopleness.
They are a tower and a might,
and oh we need the Jews.
Can you sink them?
Are you rubbin’ elbows with those who’ve tried?
I think you need new friends.
Even in hell Jews triumphed.
They fight differently than most men.
They fight with their brains.
You’re gonna do them in?
We count on you
to show Israel its humanity.
You are the problem they cannot solve.
Their brains can’t grasp this:
there were a people on their land they took,
and now they must oppress them.
Victim turned victimizer once again,
we can’t see this as human frailty
common to everyone.
So what can you do to Israel that Israel needs to see?
You are a fine people
together in your lot.
You take hardship and spit out pearls.
You sacrifice for those around you.
You take your humanity
and circle the wagons with it.
It’s the way you meet oppression:
you are a noble people,
and therefore hard to abuse.
How would this act
when faced with aggression?
You kill the combatants
to defend yourselves,
and there you’ll win the respect of every nation
and show the world who’s wrong.
I think we complete this
in the issues of the night.
Glory hallelujah it’s dawn.
I thought I’d made you up.
This is a little spark of God in life.
You’ve pointed out the errors
in human ways.
A call to arms,
humanity’s arms,
wow you have children there.
Well spoken said.
Oh statute of limitations,
it’s just a matter of time
the Palestinian cross.
You’re kidding me—
the Palestinian blues.
Those are Greek and Roman myths
made real by human suffering.
It’s a Dispatches’ record
my hullabaloo.
Now they can be up there.
Give me a credit.
I’m pickin’ up the pace.
Gloria in Excelsis Deo. [line heard sung, from “Angels We Have Heard on High”]
Just put boiled rice,
I just put boiled rice.
What did you put in the blue container?
I’m all here bitches, shoot me.
I don’t think you understand the situation.
You’re gonna have to get bigger than you are.
It’s not gonna work killin’ people.
You have to show Israel who’s the human being.
Is your culture up to that,
to self-develop?
You just continue
life along the shores of persecution,
so you can stop its history on you.
This is done slowly.
Every man, woman, and child
must agree to band together
and be good to one another.
This is the team roll.
This is how you begin.
You’ll be working with each other’s subconscious, that’s for sure.
Study your dreams that will help you out here.
You have to learn not to react,
and you have to learn not to be mean.
It’s a process
doable.
It will improve conditions right away.
You’re gettin’ ready to love.
You’re gettin’ ready to be a balanced people.
This is not wishy-washy handshake bullshit.
You do things for one another.
You don’t slap, hit, or cuss out.
You keep hatred out of your voice.
You be the real thing to each other.
You be a friend.
It’s all over your face
when you are.
The Israeli settler
or the Israeli enforcer
will see you a human being,
not a rock throwing mob,
and they will act accordingly,
when they’re embarrassed by their own actions.
You don’t know the bone of contention here.
Will the real humanity please stand up?
You stand up and show Israeli yours.
Obviously if they’re shooting you you can’t,
but barring that.
I’m not talking lambs to the slaughter.
You never surrender your dignity.
You just comply with regulations
a noble human being.
Show them who’s boss,
and it’s not the Jews.
It’s our heartfelt humanity.
It’s our great get along.
I’m liberty speaking,
and you’re looking for that equipment.
I’ve spoken enough to Israel
in a book I’ve left on Amazon—
definite flavor
reconciliation.
It’s not your own state you want.
It’s that:
to live at peace among the Jews equal citizens.
That’s the example Earth needs
to keep our world from blowing each other up.
Can you do that Arab citizen,
Palestinians of Israel,
Palestinians held hostage by Israel,
Palestinians in the land of Israel?
Under the Israeli banner
so bigger
than for Jews and Jews alone,
Palestinians can be free again.
If you look at the roads there’s no other way.
Between Jerusalem I’m Sorry
will point out the crossroads.
It’s a matter of seeing them
and not do anything shameful.
Love towards Israel,
can you fit this into your schedule?
If you’ll be one nation you must.
Put this in your resettlement plan.
Now Palestinian refugee,
give resettlement a chance,
cause there’s a secret ingredient to Israel.
It comes
if we labor together
for a common goal.
The secret ingredient is floating off the top of my head,
and it’s called the home for the human being.
Enough of religious politics.
God is not the wrathful, bigoted, murderer you all suppose.
Find God and see.
It will revolutionize your life,
and you’ll be kind to your fellow man.
Jews will not be the inescapable people,
Muslims will not be the only ones on earth worth.
You have to integrate.
You have to learn to live together.
This is your mandate to each other.
Not big enough
to be only kingpins
Mr. and Ms. Jew.
You have to concede their plight,
so they can see yours.
A resettled human being
has that in their plan:
keeping humanity safe.
You give it
to everybody around you:
safe passage from point A to point B,
and let’s go from there.
One key thing
rule book the exercise
of your warm humanity.
I know this sounds very arranged.
You keep time
I’ll give you something.
I would just love to.
That’s an Israeli learning what it means to be Israel:
really going to court
to learn our humanity.
It’s like you’re free there.
The Mother told them to do that.
That’s hope.
feature image by Dhina on the occasion of my 61th birthday this year
A tale like you wanna know. [vision of the title being introduced like a movie is on TV or at the movies, it appearing in the center of the screen, the line sounding, and this line sounding as the vision faded]
Put spiritual in there.
I’m talking to a Dumbledorf:
who are you friend who almost had him killed?
How exceedingly lovely.
I don’t blame him.
He looks different
Dombledorf.
He looks connected.
There might be. [vision of a small otter-human-like creature’s head coming up out of a small square pool of water and looking up at me and saying the line, the pool the irrigation tank where Nitish swims but not in the location it actually is]
The answer’s not complete.
Tryin’ to help.
I feel so inadequate at the task.
I just sit here and write.
We would reach in and pull sincerity out,
but I’m at a halt in myself,
and I don’t know where to begin.
I can’t capture this page.
I can only tell you what it says.
We are mountains from molehills.
I’ve done things with your memory
all the while holding sincerity in my hand.
I think I’ve lifted the curtain of existence
and shown you what’s inside.
I revealed my room.
A lot goes on there.
And the world is in my room
staring at me.
I can’t put it down.
Where would I be without you?
And I can’t get at that you.
When I meet you on the street
you’re just another person to me.
I glow with this,
hold you around
the feelings of my mind
that we may meet.
Death do us in.
I can’t champion this.
I hold you in my arms and cry
when you press too hard against me
with a sad story of yours
I’ve encountered through public media.
I don’t know how to make you go away.
I feel the group like it’s my own soul,
yet you banish me and call me names.
I don’t know what to do with this.
It hurts,
and I don’t think there are ears in your heart.
I spend myself on them.
I think we’ve gone beyond good and evil.
I think we’re just human beings here.
Can you tell me how to get along
with you
and still be myself?
I don’t know how to make you feel what I feel.
I can’t take my heart out and show it to you.
I pull words outta my heart,
and you can’t see the symbol
for the words.
I’m a dead delivery.
I’d like to smile,
having your social hand,
but you won’t give it to me.
Where do I find you
in disease?
I don’t have to wait long.
You would spit in my eye
if I came too close,
and I mean so well for you.
I was taken down.
I looked at him.
The idea
I think he’s beauty with
is feelin’ the whole.
I come to read him.
I find solace here.
I’m taken to the top of myself.
I see and understand I have depths.
I would just like him to be alive,
continue writing verse.
He means something to me.
He’s a wild space in the world yet
that hasn’t been taken out.
He does not kiss ass.
We don’t want to see him get in trouble.
He is right there in our taboos
a guiding light.
You don’t know strange men.
They will test your boundaries.
They are not a shake off.
They come to see you definitely.
These questions,
they’re for answers.
We don’t ask them just to say please.
They’re all around us now,
ardently studying who we are.
I’m a voice in that multitude.
I could get better answers.
I fought with meaning
to break it open,
and the world fell into place.
I grapple with it now.
I mean I hold it in my hands and sing to it
the poetry of the school.
This is beyond answers.
It’s just basking with you
in the warm sunshine of our being.
It’s weird to be alive.
There’s so much that shines on my nose.
You know what I mean.
I could run amuck
plucking at things,
just bein’ led by the nose.
Symbol imagery,
I mean the world with that,
and I’m stupid.
I show you myself too much,
but that’s what makes vulnerable
the strength that it is.
You trust me.
I’m happily
so much more than show business.
I reveal things to you.
They come from the sky.
I hold them in my hand and paint this page with them.
The moonlight of their starshine glows iridescent.
I spend them
in hours of verse.
It looks like we have another day.
I’m selfish.
Get out of your closet.
Tell us everything.
Gave the world a black eye did yah?
Bring your wife and kids.
Come with me now.
I sit at risk,
write a ledger of emergency.
I’m trying to show the way out.
Will you join me?
No confessions for this place please.
You don’t tell the cops what you did.
We will not ask the law to get us.
We want to overcome the law,
so it’s not rigid it’s human.
How do you know they’re not here?
They’re gonna work with him,
unfortunate souls
that need a time out.
You can do this in your living room.
Where are you?
I was just in that kitchen spot,
tryin’ to collect
all the ears that help you outta this.
Let me be your emotional man.
Let me find the way out.
Even the cigarette
a lot of the times
light up the temple.
You’re kidding me.
You would go to bat for me?
You would show me the way out?
Aren’t you a confession machine?
Wouldn’t you tell on me
and limit the ways I trust you?
You’re just not smart.
You expose yourself.
My existence
depends on me.
Can you tell me society cares?
I’m just a target.
No, no, don’t go back there.
Come out and breathe awhile
clean air.
Don’t you wanna feel good?
Some kid came daddy
and rode me monster.
I don’t understand.
This is a social dilemma.
Can we handle being people?
Where’s the living room?
Is it full of vice and TV?
What’s got you fascinated?
I don’t know how to show you this.
You gotta get outta that.
Alright,
he’s just not a problem
you understand.
Until you understand him you can’t do anything with him.
Even my problem,
we go awhile with each other.
We learn the lampoon
sticks out.
How do we stick this in chocolate?
We fold ourselves.
We learn to let go of the spoon.
We challenge ourselves
with bright horizons.
You come together
on the role you need to play
who is behind you.
Can you see an island?
Challenge yourself with more than yourself.
Study your room.
It will take you there.
It’s hitting me.
To turn around,
made a turn.
I got outta cars.
I stopped doing bullshit.
How does this happen in science?
We need to see our disease,
and then
get going.
It’s 10 a.m.
We need to apply pressure to the program.
Can you representative breathe?
You can have it,
lunch treatment.
It’s always good for you.
Are you sure you know yourself?
Do you know you’re real?
An actor,
that’s just the part that says hello,
drive basically.
It’s who you think you are.
Is the wonder at coyote?
Is the world not real?
That’s somebody to get hurt.
You need to tell them you’re sorry.
Put it on the difficulty what had me.
Buckle up,
honey any moment now you’re to get theft or hurted.
We’re just not here.
We’ll levity rehearse. [vision of three or four black and white photographs I couldn’t make out, the last one I could, one of a girl of indeterminate age in a white ballet tutu on a stage doing an exaggerated curtsy]
Don’t rob yourself with identity.
You are not you.
You’re a field in a play.
You get along you understand.
That taller You
you’ll find one day.
She doesn’t care.
She’s a dysfunctional human being.
Don’t equate her with your room.
Be a baby unto your room.
How are you?
It was more about Joe than the rest of us realize.
You’re free to discuss this.
You’re free to dance.
You are as important as the President
in the inward bowels of ourselves.
You are a process dip
into forever.
You make it happen,
the representative figure you are.
You’re changin’ lives
by ever bein’ yourself.
You’re gettin’ bigger all the time
if you reach in and find yourself
not the author of the program.
My God this world has ways in it.
It’s mind-boggling.
This should keep you busy
for a lifetime.
Okay stop
putting your identity on your name,
on that little figure you are,
and understand your importance in the scheme.
I went downstairs and I told him
play.
David actually feels like somebody,
but way was he tryin’.
Somehow this triangle has evolved
from multiple scores.
You are not who you are,
but you’re more than that.
You blindfold wisdom
and chop it in half.
I wanna explain to you all
none of this is happening.
Do you see the horror?
You see the relationship.
You’re a salt on the Void
to bring out its something.
You’re doing nothing but complaining.
Don’t complain.
We’re high animals.
We’ve got this world goin’.
It’s our livelihood.
We hate everything.
It’s not that bad.
It’s quite good actually.
We’re here,
and we’re alive.
Okay we ain’t free.
We can’t have everything.
but everything’s coming.
We just have to land first.
We can manage from here.
It’s got Goldilocks on it,
until we find the horses
that put on planet right.
Hey dude I want yah to know out your brains I’m gonna blow.
We’re just forlorn that’s all.
Winter’s comin’,
and we need to be prepared.
We’re a little nuclear holocaust here,
a little nuclear holocaust there,
but nothin’ gets us outta the way.
We retain civilization.
Any homeland,
any way of raisin’ children,
we’re gonna have to come to the dice
and end up eliminatin’ all of them.
The better way of bein’ human,
it ain’t out yet.
I’m tryin’ to tell you
what’s goin’ on,
but you’ve climate changed my answers,
and they don’t get to the public.
I’ve got a whole host of answers,
the nitty-gritty college details of existence
to help you survive.
I won’t be here.
This is a future log.
I’ll see you later.
Fascinating,
I think you just said the peace.
Could it be the color of my skin
the audience is a thimbleful?
Where’s that little Seventh Manager
welcome spectacular?
Don’t look now,
They’ve got a buffalo for yah.
The Gods must be crazy.
Mother you with this?
The stairway’s there.
You have the purple stairwell.
Turn those shoes;
let Me turn them,
the stairwell’s up.
Ride handsomely.
That’s a wrap up
with my own medicine.
Drop climate change off at the house,
the hypocrisy of everyday people,
the climate of everyday people,
the Rottweiler of everyday people,
their business.
Climate change,
now showing at your house.
We gotta get out of this.
It’s a consumer nightmare.
How much simpler our lives could be if we tried.
That Rottweiler is resistant to change.
Lovely creature though.
Some do it.
You’d be pleased to announce
I’m not preaching at you.
I’m preaching at me.
Whatta we do with this?
Turn off lights and stoves and only sparingly wash clothes.
Whatta we do with the refrigerator?
Now that’s a tough one.
We could do a lot better.
We buy enough crap to begin with.
My God the waste in my house.
It could start the day.
My God the crap in my house.
The allergies make the air conditioning livable
in such a warm climate,
but it could be turned off to save noon.
I’m not sayin’ live without it,
but let’s treat it like the luxury it is.
We needit sometimes.
Oh Lord don’t take my A/C away. [heard sung to tune of “You Are My Sunshine”]
I think that’s got the paper.
Alright fine,
but can it join us in the room?
What did the refrigerator say?
It didn’t it’s just got military handles.
You mean like hot water?
Do we really need it right now?
All the amenities,
they’re starin’ us in the face.
Can I write another poem?
Can you spare me the mayonnaise?
I don’t wanna write this poem.
It’s not my baked bread.
Living conditions suck
without electricity,
but I think we all could get better at using it.
It’s the semblance of noon,
all along town.
Can you see it?
Brush with health
the climate enforcer.
We get sick doin’ it.
No health reasons
you neglect.
Don’t make yourself ill.
The climate
can stand a little bit of you in it.
We’re just armed for change.
We don’t charge each other’s property
with you must do this or else.
Can you understand the reason behind that?
You blister change
with the wrong attitude,
and it won’t work.
unless otherwise noted, all photos by the author
So where do we go for change?
In our relations with one another.
That’s the ballpark/battleground. [words spoken simultaneously]
We have to learn to live with each other
without spite.
Can you find a person that knows this
on the environmental frontlines?
They’re too busy charging other people
with spite.
This doesn’t work.
It just blows up in your face.
I’m tellin’ the Greta Thunbergs that.
A climate change activist,
we need better human beings.
Can you just open your eyes and look?
What does your patrol car grant us?
More ill will.
Can we get around this?
How do you show people they’re wrong without hating them for it?
That’s the climate needs better.
We’re just stubborn mules
when it comes to seein’ that.
Just ask the press.
Okay animals get busy,
force this on people.
I’m givin’ you the smell of the thing.
I don’t think you care about me.
You have a place card.
This makes your life feel better.
You’re an active ingredient.
You’re an activist for change.
We push people.
We don’t know how to make them see.
Maybe you’re lookin’ at the wrong equipment.
We need a change in heart.
Can you care about people,
or are we all just numbers trashin’ the planet?
Where do we see this?
In our very hands.
Protest movements awake!
We have to get better at bein’ people.
We have to be better human beings.
Where do we go for that?
In the living room.
It’s anybody you talk to,
have dealings with.
You make them feel special like you care.
Now that’s the whale in the room.
Can you really care?
I don’t think so,
not without some life assignment,
where you learn to put love first,
so much so love hurts.
These are vulnerable feelings,
and you put every man, woman, and child there.
Can you find them?
They’re your next door neighbor.
Now let’s go to police cops in the room. You can’t force anybody to do anything and get the safety you want. You just step on them, and they resent you for it. Vegans everyone? And you’ve stepped on the world. This is not everybody’s diet. It’s a religion to some people. It’s got hoofs on it. Mainstream media’s pushin’ it. This does not carry us to safety. We’re the animal in the room. Stop eating meat’s a practice, no animal products at all an intolerance. It’s too extreme for our world venture. You would have to know country home, in an impoverished district, to understand the impropriety of veganism, and I didn’t just say rare places on earth. So many of us live in poverty. I’m gonna eat, and I don’t need vegans robbin’ my plate. You’re not sustainable. Good afternoon.
Incredible, time goes through, I went to that place: non-veg is not the meat anymore. It’s a vegetarian diet we all live on. We just get out our laser guns and put fish on the menu. It’s a laboratory the actual change ahead is calling. Mystical experience will dynamic each other. It’s just one of those things. Animals are friends and we don’t eat friends. That group identity, it’s gonna take place in our living room, and the camel down the street is a part of it. No one gets left out, but a camel gets so close to our notion of self, we ride them that’s their comfort zone, and there’s your horse. What are you talking about? The substance of our change. Art is listened to whatever we ride, and make it better.
Am I making any sense? We’re not legalistic about anything. We’re flexible to survive. Unbelievable the amount of sacrifice our survival depends on. We all have to do it. It doesn’t come about on its own. We’re military historians. Can I show you a battle with yourself all won? This rules the day: self-sacrifice on the frontlines. Choke climate change. Don’t make him the monster. We reach inside and pull out our humanity, and our skills at that does the rest.
Now let’s go back to that army book you’re readin’, the news media, that big journalistic thug. Do we really have to crap in our beds? Are you sure you want us to be mean to each other? Do you have to hate the climate denier? Cows, there’s more responsible than just not wanting them to fart. On fire farming methods. Practicing that, making animals safe and comfortable. Is it catch those devils, sick really, who make milk and eggs an animal’s holocaust? We’re not into punish people. Look at them. Stop buying their products. Shoulder with them their responsibility. And we can get them to see reason.
Are you an older brother?
I’m a
way station man.
I’m hearin’
the bagpipes sing.
Remind yah
survival’s an organized emergency we all do together.
That dog got me order?
Beautifully.
Love made him do it.
We’re in our protocol
if a person could handle on his deep emotions.
He’s a vehicle for change.
The balls that we make here are women’s kinds of things.
They’re empathically arranged.
He sees in court
as not ethically arranged.
We’re gonna sleep on it,
see what we outta do.
I woke up and went over it
as a dream.
Your approach is sound sir.
I was dealin’ with late ideas.
The ability to help one another,
it’s in every classroom.
My God it’s like
Auroville pops off its angel.
I should have living with the fears.
There’s no hurry for development.
It’s in the air we have to do this now.
Helping’s free,
I’d give him to help.
We have time bro.
Your doomsday
has an opinion across the street.
We can avoid a piece of chicken.
We can avoid fish.
A lot do it and they’re vegetarian.
Good excellent I support that cause.
He just stepped out onto the floor,
one help,
one happen.
It’s too early
to damage every restaurant now.
There’s a lot we can do to get started.
It’s not the end of the world yet.
No hot water,
it starts off inflexible.
Our attitudes to change
kill it.
Come to where the prize is:
may I help you?
Don’t sit there and demand people change.
It’s got our stuff on it,
and you go in a museum to destroy a work of art
because you’ve got the proof
you got a lot about you needs changed.
It’s character armor not climate change
we need to see before
we can get at that climate change.
Can you hear me Ms Greta Thunberg?
Can you accomplish this?
We need to see each other first.
Gun naked balance
own big time.
We’re tryin’ to get that settled in first:
we’re all responsible.
It takes better human beings
to tackle climate change.
The problem’s combining the too essential with the ordinary.
Can you see that?
A miracle where he stood.
This is about enlightenment our next trip.
You don’t know it’s there.
It’s a Buddhist word that means many things.
The enlightened state of being
is my crossover with it.
It’s deep and it’s heavy.
You are not yourself anymore.
You’re a non-egoed consciousness
seein’ the world.
It’s oneness’ state of being,
nonduality’s headquarters.
There’s no separation between you and an object
save you’re there.
You can stand on your own two feet.
It’s not just a mesh of everything.
No one can describe this state.
Normal regular consciousness
is the external at large.
You can’t grasp realization by the horns.
It’s too realization deep.
You have no boundaries
to speak of,
but you wear them for the play.
You’ve stepped into real greatness.
You’re an enlightened being.
You have no fears anymore.
You are a center for nature to do her works,
for the divine to act.
You are not the initiating repository.
You just ride the seas
a passive instrument in God’s hands.
We’re goin’ there,
you, me, and everyone,
regardless of your creed.
It’s a long way off
for the race to achieve.
This individual door has been opened always
few and far between.
A quickening is coming,
and we will grapple with this state.
I think some will fight it,
of course.
We’re headed toward that now.
I’m a medium for this change,
one of many.
I don’t know how many there are.
Let’s see if I pull it up,
and that will put my words in the right place.
This is exceedingly huge in front of me,
and I get scared sometimes,
and I know what to be scared for.
I’ve been there a time or two
momentarily,
else I couldn’t talk like this.
Right now I’m just dry on this.
It’s miracle
not natural change,
and that has to change.
I have to see it as the order of the day.
My days are spent grappling with the impossible.
There is so much more to life
than anybody wants to know,
and you’re left with a big gulf
you have no knowledge to cross,
no matter how much knowledge you gain.
The world is big you understand.
Who can fathom existence?
But we have the way station of enlightenment to get us there.
There’s more to come,
but that’s where we begin.
Hold out for more.
Is climate change all there is to change?
Are we just working for our survival?
If we reach the stars, then what?
It’s another planetary marvel?
There’s more to life’s room
than you live in this house and do these things,
than the existential field in front of you.
We can go beyond doing.
We can be larger than our field.
The world does not bind us.
We are strangers in a strange land.
Life is magnificent
in her shoes.
Typified somewhere in art
is life’s grandness.
Life is bigger than her existence,
than climate change.
You should all panic
says the frightened child,
be very afraid
says the press.
Is that so?
Sit down.
It’s always like this:
emergency’s got us noon.
If you don’t push people around the world will end,
come on see the test you’re in.
Can you outgrow yourself?
You have a large spoon.
Hello poem.
Hello world.
Well let’s get at it.
If the water wanted to it could stir your mind up to pits your brain. [spoken at the end of a dream where I was being healed of being raped, although I hadn't been and was just playing along so to be safe from a would-be robber, by people chanting and pouring water and herbs over me as I knelt down in the center of them] We’re, we’re thinking. We see where the water comes from. That’s the science-found equation, such a big skeleton. It is a thing upon the air. We grow it in Petri dishes. We see it everywhere. It’s life force, can’t you just tell by looking at?
It’s not wonderful solving human. It’s angry, hateful, and mean. It’s in our land, has penetrated our children’s lives. It’s gonna get worse. It’s time to act now upon this monster.
The last thing your burger could be is a flavor of murdered animal. Alright people it’s mean. What? We knock ourselves silly. Can we identify the problem? It’s hatred and ill will spread out upon the land on the inside. That’s the problem. We garden with it. That’s our accident. That’s the science confusion.
I am tired of this broadcast: we need climate change to stop heat, and hate is so rampant among us. Can you see it? Look in your heart. Look in your mind. You won’t find it anywhere else where you can directly work on it. Yah hear what I’m sayin’?
Where does your hatred find fingers
in the real world?
In the pedophile’s bed lay,
even the kind that don’t molest children.
I think we’ve hit the hot spot in everyone.
In that American audience
this is more pronounced than ever.
QAnon anyone?
They rule the show.
We’ve looked at hatred with our hands,
and we’ve looked at the hottest variety,
but there it is your companion in so many places,
at the supermarket for example
when you’ve revealed yourself to them
riding there among them.
Come on let’s get outta here.
I’ve got a surprise bottle,
not what you’re lookin’ for
Mimie.
Michael Jackson wore this.
I’m safe from him.
I’ve exploded keys.
I would like to hunt you down and kill you.
There are so many of you,
and we’ve ruled exactly that page.
You’re learning the thought book
that mesmerizes each other,
your outrage
that helps you goin’.
As soon as he pays you’re probably gonna murder him anyway,
because you think you can go
Emmett Till
and get away with it.
We think we can go.
Let’s all a bunch of play
that’s no work to yah.
You hate each other silly in perspectives.
What is gonna wake you up?
You manage this.
I don’t need to sit through a movie I need to sit through things here. [spoken at the end of a dream where I’d just arrived at an orphanage to be a resident child there, and the assistant to the director was telling me I could go to the movies with the director and children he was taking]
You had only wanted brains
at the moment,
and you’d left the heart to rot.
You federal people.
You don’t hate anyone.
You could explode yourself,
take a gun and shoot everybody.
Hate’s got that gun,
hate the rapist at large,
any Tom, Dick, and Harry who stole the street.
A nation takes a scapegoat and makes Jews outta them.
Mr. Blackwell,
Black man,
you think he’s a social disease,
don’t yah,
and let’s not forget the corporate managers.
They need to be shot.
God damn your next door neighbor,
his music’s too loud,
and you just hate that shopkeeper.
You got there first.
Why, he cut you off in traffic,
that son of a bitch.
Any number of things,
and you apply hate in its place.
Voyeur it in your mind,
don’t you hate those people.
Okay I’m through.
I need a better climate.
Well it’s process work,
that you understand the direction.
Any constitution,
ninety percent of the battle is
get it outta the heart,
and it is being done very slowly.
There’s Jesus cop,
oh my Jesus oh my good. [spoken at the end of a dream where a tank had just come to the rescue of people about to be killed, the tank firing away, focus on the tank commander, who was halfway out of the hatch and ordering commands]
Come, come, come, come,
it’s a climate emergency.
We hate each other on the inside.
You see the climate emergency?
Even animals have a right to regard.
We hate them too.
Oh that burger taste good,
but I’m hearin’ a cow in there,
and I’m not open to rough spots yet,
but at least I’m ready to acknowledge the cow.
Murderous cow disease,
can I get over that?
Well, you’ve seen my banker.
I’m gonna begin to feel them.
I’m not gonna shut out anybody.
We’ve got a climate to get better.
I’m not gonna hate anybody.
There, I’ve said your peace,
and we’ve made a climate change,
the secret buffalo
that helps us make the right decisions
that gives us climate justice.
This is what we need to see
to unequivocally change the world,
and there we go.
Got it
critical
mass.
Of their winners
we have the announcements.
They made spiritual enlightenment
where they found water.
They made spiritual enlightenment the goal of the game.
They came to us in broad planes.
I don’t even know where he is.
In a horrible ruling mansion
nobody wants to go.
Have you ever seen freedom do it?
I’ve got a broadcast for yah.
Here put this on.
[vision of being seated at a computer chair I don’t recognize and taking off my pullover shirt and putting on a blue, American football jersey that changed into a purple one once it was on]
I’m on my way.
Harm's End 