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?
I am down on Main Street just by bein’ there. I’m everybody’s special mission. Ah, I’m studying the ways of the world, the field of mankind. I have the Earth in view. I see what I’m sayin’. Do you see it?
My poetry put you in barns. No, it’s not clipped prose. It’s symbol wrought. I speak from vision’s lair. You see the symbol on it and the all-managing meaning. What does a barn mean? You got animals in there, and it’s where you were raised if you can’t polite society, or if you don’t know what it means to be human. Am I calling you names?
Well let’s get there, to where I wanna take you, and it’s not the hatred bunch. I sit in your smile and sing. It’s got symbol on it. I sit in your animal and sing. We are all rough wars. We’ve got some things to learn about each other. Can you see the writing on the wall? We would celebrate that Hebrew saying. It shows us so much.
We are not kind to each other. World Kindness Day has an explosion test. This guy went off on me, and my kid just stepped on a red carpet. He was livid with hatred. I didn’t understand it. I thought I’d done something wrong. You know how kids are, they play. He stepped on a standing iron that meant nothing.
It didn’t make any harm. He was dancin’ into the ashram on his feet. No he wasn’t making swirls. He just got in there in kid shoes. A little pole he stepped on its base. You know the kind with tape between them to guide people in? I’m describin’ the action so you can see the picture: nothing happened.
The thing didn’t get injured, and it didn’t make any noise. The man jumped up, sittin’ there right past the gate, and started tellin’ somebody they were out of line. There was no line of people there. He was just talking to my kid, ignoring me, purposefully. Now who is he talking to I thought at first. The man showed me what my kid had done, like he’d entered Auschwitz a Nazi protector, like my kid had really done something wrong.
He demonstrated the action, stepped on the thing. I couldn’t believe it. I was surprised. Without saying anything, wanting to get to that Samadhi so me and my kid could learn the school of the Samadhi that day, its lesson, I half-turned and gestured a mock surprise, then bellowed my arms and changed my face a mine of that boy being guilty of grave concerns, but I was laughin’ about it in my eyes and face it was so trivial in nature the boy’s infraction. It was such a good performance.
The man did not appreciate the performance. He got mad as hell. I think I said first “He’s a child.” He made the Shh! gesture to his lips like he was shooting me. It hurt. That really isn’t the quiet area. The way he thrust his face forward and danced on his feet, I saw the problem, racial hatred. They don’t like foreigners in that ashram, though they’ll pretend to if they like your name, and my kid’s Tamil. That Indian was not. Wow, the can of worms we can open here. The Sri Aurobindo Ashram hates Tamils. No, but they look down their nose at them.
I tried to give him my name but he refused it, trying to be kind and not answer the reaction that was bubblin’ in me. He didn’t give me a chance to do the yoga. That man called another man, a passer by, Tamil if I’m figurin’ right, to enforce this prejudice against Tamils, but all he knew he hated foreigners too. You get that in India a lot.
There was a dance, as the rude individual safeguarding Nazi ways showed the other what the boy had done by doin’ it himself. If it was really wrong then why’d he keep doin’ it? Well the Tamil man hated me too. Why you’d ask, because the boy had done something wrong? I asked both if they were concentrating on the yoga. Those fingers to their lips stabbed me in my heart. I called out their hatred. I felt as though if I said another word they’d call the police. I just had to say it: the Mother is watching you know, and there I joined my boy on the steps. They gave off a noise with their postures and facial expressions that showed I had really messed up.
I walked away. Nithish was almost in tears. I could see the pain in his eyes. He was hurt. He wanted to go immediately, leave the ashram. No, we do our Samdhi today, and I glowed with him as our foreheads came to that special place, where we meet our masters and put their energy in our papers.
On the way out I stopped, right there in the gate, turned and faced the man and said good morning. I wanted him to see me. I had wanted to take his picture, but convinced myself no, cameras aren’t allowed. So I stood there, my camera’s eyes. He looked at me and put his hand on his heart, like he was the most gentil human being, and said good morning too.
I wondered over the proximities of human behavior. What mules we are. I could’ve done better, but how about you, do you see the writing on this poem? This is typical ashram behavior with guests. What can we do about it? We can write poems and show the world.
This is the station of the Earth. How are you? A thousand at gunpoint. The quality has left the brigade. It’s in the stars now. Not a soul sees it, except you and I. I have no reason to write. This has no fellowship. I’m not cryin’ about it. I can see what’s goin’ on. I can see the brigade.
I lift my voice up, even though it’s meaningless down here. I have a field to write, and that is my star-gas, and that is my thang to do. Goodbye cruel world, you won’t hear me say that. I’m mountain sing. I’m all over the place. I’m at your door right now.
Shoot me will yah. You hate pedophiles, even if they don’t molest children. I’m not your moppin’ bucket. I’m taller than that. I have Heaven’s spears. Where you goin’? I thought you were ready for art, and I’m not a pain in the ass. I’m always chapter of my other dinin’. I can’t call you up here or me down there. No, I’m not an hourglass in the sun, but I see wide and free. I don’t have band-aids on where I reach for the sky.
I’m Marcus Aurelius on steroids. I can show you more of the world than you knew existed, the letter of more than the Earth can show. I’m daring. I have lifted the timetable at the art college, and I expose you to poems now that come straight from the rising sun. You are so derelict I am dead before I am read. Is that how it’s gonna be?
I write anyway. I write the commodity of the sky into your habit, and I know what I’m doin’. You guys aren’t listenin’. We’ll be here for few minutes. How to make a report and give it to society? You’ve seen the Earth from afar. You’ve had God’s eyes looking at it, and you were behind them, and you saw the Earth from there. Just one direct flash, some seconds and it was it. Maybe a half minute? This came to pass.
I had no idea this even existed. I met Myself on high. That was 30 years ago. It redirected my life. It was the only thing I saw for some time. I was turned on. I went crazy with the Earth. I lived in isolation in a college setup, my little job and me and a handful of family, not all of them related. You get the picture?
This just happened. It wasn’t the first thing. Would you believe me if I told you I found my soul first, and, before that, the station of the Gods? Not all in the same week. It was why I was stationed there. I had seen the Gods in cutout portions of Them. So I settled in to get more at it. I knews the world was strangely arranged. I had questions, and I asked them thoroughly. An open consciousness had visited me to do so, what the initial opening did, seeing how God thinks in Overmind.
Are we gettin’ somewhere? Why me? I had the consciousness for it. Infant orgasm had opened me to the Void a childhood demon had tricked me into. Weird I know, but that’s how I came in life. I don’t think you have that structure. Are you listening to me?
We gather too let’s take a pedophile and change him into someone that helps the Earth. Can you believe that? Listen to my voice. We start with the bottom-rung you know. How else do you see the whole bunch? Oh man I’m talking Earth. What a head trip.
Can you just stop a moment? We are not your regular keeper. I was born this way, put in the sauce, and I have been weird all my life. My story would make you question reality: Green Beret, Classical Greek scholar, tactical nuclear mission, I mean like the bomb, world crawling vagabond, like for seven years, then in India behind an iron curtain that only let the net out, and I’ve been here 20 years. You tell me I’m strange. Do I have the prerequisites to give you the lowdown?
I put up poems in Jerusalem on the Fourteen Stations of the Cross, after a fall, inside the Great Pyramid and on the top of Mount Sinai. I was a gold digger on fire. I put that in. No one paid attention then, and no one pays attention now. I’ve done the groundwork to be a world speaker.
You’re confused. Is this true? My history’s online. You will find out I’ve been suppressed some. The major articles of the press know I’m here. They never say anything. I’m not just a loon to them. I’ve seen one site change policy over a single poem. Now the agencies, who are they? I do imagine I get watched. I don’t even worry about it. I see the Earth. Why wouldn’t it look back at me?
You guys are just stupid and won’t let me out among you. I’m banking on you to try. This is some weird shit. Let’s go back to a funny video or a world I can believe in. I’ve never heard of such. Now whaddawe do? You should read my other stuff. I’m dancin’ in music here. The view from here’s incredible. I’m not an unhappy man. I get so excited just being on a moment on earth. It’ll wipe the tears outta your eyes it’s so miracle arranged, the whole damn world. I just rub my eyes and see. Are you seein’ this? The Earth’s just moved.
How do I show this to you? It’s dancin’ right before my eyes, and it’s big. I see that, this smallness I am, wrapped around the machine, trodding on earth. I’m just a part of it all, not it’s maker or mover and shaker. I’m like you, but I see, where a seer meets the Earth, and I’m changin’ it a little more directly than you are, just by my see.
If I get out among you, I’ll replace the room, give you something to think about, so many people in the machine. We will see the future curve in my thoughts of it and be the world I predicted. We’ll talk about it later. Now I just got some things to do to keep goin’. Take a look. Give me a read and see what I’m talkin’ about. One move forward in each and every poem, you will see that, and I will see you again next poem.
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?
How do you find machine? Oh goodness, far back. It’s got trailers on it. A beast slowly rise out of man, and he gets his fire goin’. He starts to tremble with the layout of things. She puts that in her pocket. All around there’s roar. It squeezes yah tightly. You just die all the time— someone taken from you again.
This is evil, however it happens. You can’t do away with it. It hurts you so. You just sit there and bleed and trust yourself. Industry is everywhere in small measure. You wrap it up, you’re little vision of yourself that gets you to protect yourself.
Do you see society bein’ formed? It lasted a whole lifetime, your rock the machine. It was about safety and hard work and gettin’ your stupid rituals down to practice. The group took over. You couldn’t bake bread. The individual hadn’t come so far. You had to make society’s bed. It didn’t let you sleep.
Where’s drums and spirituality? In the daily life of man. The Gods were a strange brood. You were not real to Them. You lifted up your voice, and they put you in the skins of man. You had too much animal on yah before that.
Can we dream of spiritual states? It happened upon a beanpole. This was not our outward yet. Society trudged along a warrior’s path. Let’s translate instinct into man. Survival became the main issue here. Let’s translate little groups into men. It was all fought out, this land is your land this land is mine. This occupied so much time. We were murderous, burying one another in our stone houses cold.
Women lit the fire. They got down with the children on their hands and knees and looked for grub. They escaped the network fight for the land. They wore clothes and urged men to pray. They did not have society’s lair. They did not rule the show. They were the influence of the feminine on man. It really shaped society. They gave it their all for a warm place for their children. We have stable homes because of it. We need society because of it.
When did marriage come down, as in you leave my wife alone? When did we give permission to rape? Did we organize government stopping murder? We haven’t even planted food yet in these early days. Writing is a thing of the Gods. We see it in sleep, and it takes so long to come down to our hand. My poem is long before that.
How do we rob each other? We just let each other be, and we kick the shit out of each other when the werewolf hits us. We grow up with ruckus all around us. The quality of life sucks. We don’t have vision yet. No one hasn’t seen that far. We don’t know our dreams are telling us things, and then we take them by the hand— a seer is born, and he’s there to break the rules.
He gets visions of good things that get spat on. He hasn’t woven status into the band yet. It comes and goes. He’s able to prevent a war with his vision. He can show them the way ahead. He practices art. These are things he sees. They are bright and shiny to his people. He gets wonder over them. He lifts his head up and sees God.
He wore a mask. He played with the boy some. He didn’t just sit there and explain the sky. He revealed Himself as God and that was it. It was not love divine love who prefigured there. Primitive man was bound and the stakes were high. They had to find out primitive man.
The epiphany of art gave us broad in our lives. It opened meditation’s room and stairwell’s stare. It gave us delight in ourselves, and it brought in the world for our favorite viewing. It structured society? No it did not. It rounded us some. It gave us eavesdropping eves on the lowdown. It sang in the firelight to a butler’s call. It ever brightened our room.
Can we see it today? Time has erased this memory, but where you find it, it reveals ourselves. Do you see it? It’s got more on it than paint. It’s got our lives on it in this very poem.
Society’s carve out isn’t finished yet. We have a long way to go. We have a thunder-swept road directly in front of us. This is society’s mandate to change. We’ve got to really change. It’s not gonna come easy. Everybody will resist it. It means changing your way of life. There’s no other way. We will die if we don’t.
Respect my poem. You don’t know it’s bringin’ you all the way to change. I’ve got the future in a handbag I write poems from, some aspects of it. It’s a piece of cake in no way, shape, or form. We have a blight of change. Everything about us will have to change except the basic modes of life.
We will structure society differently. We will not lie to ourselves anymore. We will do away with crime and punishment and love the prisoner as much as ourselves, but we will still rope him along. Society will be organized in little groups of sadhana relays, where dream has put us together. We will return to the inner life wholeheartedly, and we will share this with each other. We will stay with each other not as families, though we will love and respect our family kin. Our parents will be too young to raise us, most of the time. Society’s job will be raising kids, the spiritual order of the day. We will get down and dirty with spirituality. Children will be allowed to school their talent and scribe. They will not spend all day there, and they will like it there.
I think you can count us upon the roads now. We are not an overpopulated city. No one makes money anymore. We work for each other, and we work and we play to get this life down, to do it right— each one of us involved in that. We have sex with each other when we are young. Sex is a child’s play, a teenage growing into, a young adult getting out of. The mature adult, the one past thirty, will leave sex.
We don’t put each other in cars. Transportation is all arranged, and we are welcomed to go anywhere on the planet. A brighter world will see a smaller us. We got our numbers down. We are an epiphany of the stars, and we will all translate this in our rooms, going to Supermind, going to Earth’s destiny, the monumental change that will change us all from divine living on this Earth to living on a divine Earth. That’s the rank and file.
Can’t you see it? It’s there just look at it. It’s all around us now, the hope we survive, the longing that has made Earth, the beauty we’re going to be. Now get ready. The fire of change will be upon us soon.
To a notebook I will question this universe. I will go to my notebook. That’s for the prosperity of mankind. You don’t see it. You can’t. You can’t read long poems by the wrong sort of person your handicapped say.
Now is this an idle mirage? Freedom for the individual in the very arms of society, that’s what I’m writing today; that’s where I’m at today. It will come to pass. It’s already here, where God meets man. The price of sacrifice, I lay it on you.
Now let’s see this vision in its native room, where we belong today, givin’ it to town. I put everything in here, give it. It’s all the whole wide world in vision. Of these questions, I pulled mine out overhead. I’m not a problem. I speak your menu. I’m right on top of it at my house. I’m just here with my child, parenting. Give this vision time to heal. Let it do what it’s supposed to do, show you you.
I have a tin drum.
It’s not crack cocaine.
It’s lovely, isn’t it?
It’s important main speaker.
I wouldn’t call you a liar,
in that inner voice sayin’ things,
but I would not be heard in public.
I’m an eagle’s roar.
You can’t hear that pronounced.
You’re not even listenin’.
I am doing this for my health.
You would redo, cut your hair
if I climbed in your television set.
I opera house
a viable life,
but I’m not a self-help coach.
I’m in the middle of the room,
tryin’ to get yah to be kind to one another.
I need that kindness for me.
You would walk away from me if you saw me.
I would trigger hate in you
without fail.
What would you do
if you saw someone that had done children?
How much like seeing a monster that would be.
It wouldn’t help you along.
You wouldn’t know what to do with it.
If that man seemed to have changed his tune,
what would you do to his window?
Would you advertise it?
Would you be embarrassed you didn’t break it?
Would you shoot him down?
Would he just be a thing to you?
Would you sit up and read his book?
I’m in the worst position in society
in the net speaker I am.
You just wanna do away with me,
even if I help yah.
You see my dilemma.
There’s no way out.
It’s impressive, isn’t it,
the deck stacked against me.
It’s pounding in my ear
your silence at my delivery,
your aversion.
I get black eyes with it all the time,
yet I don’t hate you for it.
I can understand your smokescreen.
You’re vulnerable too, aren’t you?
This is society’s cuffs.
How long will I be allowed to wait
on your compassion?
The clock is ticking you know.
Society is retreating into a cave
in its understanding of men.
Rape is being defined as any unwanted contact.
Get down with it,
like a child.
When they say yes it means no,
where you find children.
I was almost understood,
and now I’m questioning policy.
Maybe you’ve gone overboard today
on what it means sex to a kid?
Is it really a living death?
Do they suffer for it all life long?
Is programed suffering the suffering you feel in the hospital?
Sex makes children suffer
in any set of circumstances?
You point it out to make something
bigger than it is small.
You damage them that way,
and they have sexual bodies.
They play sex together
wherever you find children,
if they can get away with it.
An adult comes along
and gives them pleasure there,
no sex trafficking picture.
What is the exact point of suffering?
It opens doors too early?
The power the adult has stings the child?
Where on their body are they hurt
if no pain is involved?
Would if they like it
and repeatedly ask you to do it?
Is it suffering then?
How do you explain that to the child?
We have to stop;
the adult you’ll be will suffer for this?
That sounds stupid to the child.
Can we put this all on our backs
and try to understand me better?
I’m not sayin’ it’s right.
I’m not arguin’ sex with kids.
I’m asking you the questions you should be asking
to get at the bottom of this.
Will you ever see it,
your fear of that child’s sex?
How about your own children?
You’ve employed boundaries with them.
How many say your child drew them up?
I think we’ve gotten to the social mechanism
that binds you all
to hate me.
It’s singularly laid out.
It’s right before your eyes.
That’s a policy decision
ignore me.
Now that I’ve showed you,
can I ask you to see it?
We just have the one opening,
the picture at hand.
It’s not a molestation picture.
It’s so much you and me,
what you can do with a pedophile
when they know the right stuff,
when they’ve come together with themselves,
when they simply do not molest children.
You got that Oprah?
You got that world?
It get your mountain goat,
technically.
There’s an attack
if it’s a dark creator.
I sit to him.
I don’t pound him on the serf.
He’s one of the joy’s in my life.
This is not a person to grab.
I can’t see this child.
My room, well, my room has him.
He’s the center of my room.
Do you see him?
I’m showin’ him to the world.
I’m showin’ him to you.
He’s such a poet,
unbelievably strong.
He’s just turns 12 next month.
I’ve given you a glimpse of reality,
what’s happenin’ instead of what you think is happening.
That’s the special lair.
I pounce on you with reality.
I’m safe with children.
You’ll just smear that all over my face,
if you can even breathe.
There’s a werewolf in the house
you have society’s picture.
What, that’s it.
That needs changed.
I mean if you wanna get rid of werewolves.
Oh they persecute people.
They’re not the people themselves.
You would have to learn that in your bones.
You would have to see that in reality.
You would have to see that up close:
a mistake
we see a werewolf.
And that’s my team spirit for today.
Thank you people—
no riot.
Och,
did you have to say that?
Well that’s a terrible edge.
Why would you believe me for?
What you need to look at:
let’s stay on the couch.
Is that the dog and child?
Eyes closed,
he loves that dog.
Did you get that mountain down?
Because it’s delivered right inside your truth spirit.
An army of change
has this leading edge now.
A specific change,
I’m gonna open it.
Take a monster.
He’s a human being.
We’d have to choose
his humanity
if you want him to not be a monster.
Now just take a moment
and realize it.
photo by the author (not an actually rape victim, but you do get the picture)
Because of rape
I asked you to start talking about this.
You would kill me if I do.
Is rape like murder it never leaves?
Do we always hound people for it?
If there is a victim involved yes.
I must face this in society’s ways.
Are you fucking crazy?
We don’t have society here.
This is the explosive shell.
This is the dragon’s lair.
This is where we can’t understand right from wrong.
We don’t even want to.
We are society and it hurts.
In the comfort of our packs
we chop their dicks off.
There is no other way:
get at that guy mean.
Chop his head off
if you could get society to agree.
There’s no blame here.
He’s evil and we do ‘im in.
And who has stopped rape
doing that?
Do repeat offenders offend?
It’s all in a day’s work
if you’ve been violated,
and there’s where we lock horns:
heal a violation by a violation is a violation.
Would if a rapist said that?
Let’s get that motherfucker.
Okay I’ll stop.
I can’t play your hero.
I can only tell you what’s mean,
what destroys us.
I can tell that when the zeitgeist mean.
We tend to do that you know,
reformers.
We need an alternative to law here.
We need a better system to deal with it.
We are hellbent on revenge,
and not even the newspapers would admit that.
They call for blood.
What’s wrong with this?
More rapes
because of it.
I can’t crack open society here and show you its egg,
but is rape at an all-time low?
Oh my we pursue rapists.
It’s a planetary blight this.
It’s always been.
Wherever humans have gathered there is rape.
It hurts.
It pounds us.
It changes our daughters into
the notion of pain that binds them,
our sons into a warrior mean.
Japan had this in its arsenal
that unleashed the war.
Germany made Nazis out of crying men
when they were little boys.
It continues to rape us today
where we find inhuman conflict.
Oh such a pleasurable mean
a little boy graveled.
It’s the werewolf’s lair.
Even love can do this
to a little boy.
You see where I’m callin’ from.
Sometimes I get yah right in the poem.
I don’t know how to do this,
stop human behavior.
I can only tell you we can’t hate it away.
It comes down to do you love that boy,
and this is individually arranged.
I’m tellin’ you my side of the story.
Now what do we do with the werewolf in society
that pleasurably means
just to do us in blood
in whichever hole they do?
Great Scott I like it,
do a 15-year-old
in her scarlet letter.
Oh I’ve taken society by the horns.
You bitch,
I own you.
Oh the cram in,
it’s like I’ve arrived on earth.
Your gasp makes me cum
an earthquake.
I’ve put on models here.
This is not my do or die.
I want you to see how you identify
the purpose behind earth
where earth bleeds.
Can you smoke that cigarette?
Can you change its tune?
A little boy there
has been made to feel momma,
and it’s so comforting to him
to have sliced the Earth.
Maybe momma was a nanny,
a sister or an aunt,
but he’s probin’ you know
his Excalibur.
It was laden to him wrong
by women’s hands,
and we’d throw in a beard or two
of a farming man.
I don’t know the abuse.
I just know it’s there.
He’s been made to feel violated
in his thang,
his wherewithal,
his stewardship of being.
I’m not just callin’ sex parts.
We might not even see them here
in every case.
It’s a lowdown.
It blinds you.
It takes so long to move the Spirit there
even after Spirit has found you.
It takes so long to rectify this.
What do you do with this?
You don’t rape it.
You move it out of rape territory.
You deal with it like you do disease.
A cure is on the table.
A rape is on the table.
I’m givin’ yah high glimpses of it.
It got me too
when I was a boy,
a butthole of seven years.
I thought there was a sword in me,
and I thought I was gonna die.
You don’t know the pleasure of rape
when the tables have been turned.
It sleazes you.
It takes you through the field of yourself
a probin’ wound.
It can make a poet outta yah
if you’re strong enough,
or an artist,
if they haven’t gotten to yah,
those hellbent on revenge.
It can open up the world to yah
if you’ve gotten that far
in healing’s eves.
Ever you look at yourself
like the one who needs changed.
You never forgive yourself for it,
let yourself go.
You just wanna say your sorry
to the proper person.
Oh this can open doors
when it’s a healing divine measure,
a process of soul.
Who do I sing this to?
Oh my God world this is for you.
Block this out, will yah?
And you don’t have the ceiling to go that far.
You definitely do—
the spiritual guides of the net.
Do they pull your hair?
They’re a breakfast club.
They paint roses
on tall ships
that sink in port.
Where do you go with them?
Well ask one,
Donny Duke.
I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down.
Are you listening to me?
The Gods talk through me.
They don’t hear me,
anybody listening.
It’s a complex Gordian knot this is all just grist for the mill,
and even if I had your attention,
would I be really worthy of your ear?
Would I shine?
Am I the right man for the job?
I put things in pigeonholes,
and I arrive at window time
to put you through a wall.
This is impossible,
explainin’ God
and join the spiritual path with life
in so many words.
I can’t tell you how to do it,
but I can try.
I sound so big on paper.
Hear me scream
when I hit my hand,
fly off the handle
when things don’t go right.
I do pick my nose.
I can’t handle everybody right.
I ride my bike and bark in traffic.
Really working on that now.
I tell you to practice God and I don’t
in Silly Putty,
or when that Tom has got my goat.
I’m a noise maker
when the text should be quiet.
I shoot guns
at my own reflection.
I’d sure like to quit
bein’ me.
Check it out,
no, I’m not
some spiritual master,
but I do go deep, you know?
I want out of this mess,
and I’ve opened my consciousness
to the point I talk to you.
I know realization occurs and I want it.
I’m not tryin’ to escape reality.
I would like to be the perfect motivation
it’s for God’s sake alone I try,
but realization has come to me
in stark moments,
and fuck God get me there.
I’ll sort it out with God later.
Took it home,
the stupid pinball livin’ I do,
and now you hear about it
I’m spiritual everybody.
Okay get away from me.
Well, even I won’t say that.
Needless to say,
I’m enlightenment’s bill
who’s bad on accountants.
A pink rose,
I put that on this little motorboat,
and let’s hope it makes it out of the harbor.
I’m not kiddin’ yah,
I’m not lookin’ for a dealership.
I just want you to hear me
because it’s there
my muse.
I’m out for business,
but don’t look to me
to be the one you adore.
I’m countin’ posters till pay time,
and that’s enlightenment,
and that’s realization.
Land more eyes,
I’ve got so many eyes
you’ve just got to see this,
Locked Press Enterprises.
It’s a rare form of shelf.
Study enlightenment,
whether you’re there or not.
It’s that special sauce, word,
that grounds you right where you’re at
in a better way of livin’.
Will Smith was gonna be an actor.
Oh my goodness,
we’re not tryin’ to broke you into goodness.
Based on love and importance
and only inspired by quotes,
quotes that I hear verbatim
and copy them down as they speak,
you’re listenin’ to the inner voice.
Am I okay now?
I cannot just leave—
thousands of these things to your neck.
Oh come on they missed the term for public defender.
Give superior consciousness,
the mind you bungalow the divine.
It’s jet ski.
You know what I mean by dick.
That gives vocabulary.
I made it through I did
the stupid likes of me.
Okay,
let me go.
It comes out of the box.
Stop dyin’.
Don’t bury yourself.
Don’t compromise.
That’s when your guesses are weak.
Our thesis is this:
a themed to understand mankind.
Is that controlled see?
It’s bigger than you and me.
It doesn’t land you in the dirt,
grovelin’ life force pennies.
You know what I mean?
Now let’s program.
I will see you off to school,
okay?
I can’t do that.
Let’s do that.
You and Roberson are part of a family plan.
We have convinced you to send your kids to school.
Now that was a trick.
Don’t you blame it on the industrial revolution?
Thereabouts.
Universal education,
put China as a role model.
She started long before.
I’m not tellin’ yah to do it.
I’m tellin’ yah it stinks.
What’s wrong with society?
School.
We teach academics not to be good to one another.
While Japan started with good citizenry,
they created a monster,
copying the West.
We don’t teach boys and girls to be good people,
how to handle life,
their depression,
modes of being,
ways to get out of trouble.
We focus on one thing:
good handwriting
in academic subjects,
brain things.
Do you know how dumb this is?
Look at society.
I’m not talkin’ teachin’ morals,
do this don’t do that.
Yah hear me kids?
We’re not producin’ robots
Confucius.
We want them to obey
their conscience,
and that’s not mean and cruel.
It doesn’t hit anybody,
unless it’s warped,
like a magnet,
and is attracted to society’s dominance.
We want individuals here (sorry India)
that stand and reason
for the juxtapositions of society to stop.
Do you hear me Houston?
What do you teach in a classroom?
Able-bodied citizens,
can I speak with you?
Of course, I’m open.
Why you learn from me?
Now that’s a touch subject.
I need to study you first,
and we look at criteria.
These are society’s ways
we understand how to teach.
Well this presentation
is not a memorization kit.
It’s a school play.
You play a lot
to get the concepts down,
where society meets its roles.
Okay now you be the immigrant,
and you’re the assimilation policy.
You take it in droves:
students must constantly assimilate new material
of what they will face in life.
They will be ready for life.
We want to think and we want to feel
oh my that’s sad isn’t it?
I don’t think we avoid the tough stuff.
There’s a toddler in a revolution
sees his parents killed,
his brother his sister.
They live in Gaza now
or a kibbutz nearby.
Alright third grader,
feel that.
Are you lonely now?
Do we teach them to read?
Without society you cannot read.
We read all the time.
We need to learn to read to write.
Expressing feelings and ideas
takes the spotlight.
The grammar and spelling
is to encourage them to write,
and neither demands them to write.
Now I can polish off the academic subjects
in the same way.
It’s a feelings test.
Does the student feel like shit?
There’s still a prize
for academic achievers,
for those smart kids.
We just follow up
with their holistic report card.
We need them kind too.
We need them on the ball
to bring in a better world.
Piles and orchards,
we don’t spread them out in those.
Okay kill the neighborhood
you’ve made the secret formula.
Here’s an idea:
don’t try to make a scientist out of everybody,
or a doctor or an engineer.
Oh India you’re lost here.
Does the kid have a talent?
Teach them that
as if their life depends on it
because it does.
Teachers are role models
of good behavior.
If they fly off the handle they apologize
and start again.
Did I say they love children?
They never hit them.
They know what it’s like to be in school,
and that’s not all day.
It doesn’t take over children’s lives.
It doesn’t even need to be so big—
little small groups here and there
neighborhood arranged,
and there’s mixing
to bring everybody to state.
We do sports.
Do you see how small this is?
A few hundred students no.
Sometimes just a handful—
depend on the center used.
We really want time for the students
to get the attention they need.
How decentralized is this?
It’s a whole other concept of education,
called No School by the Mother.
No one follows her anymore
in this regard.
You wouldn’t spank them.
You can have an administration
visiting all the schools
constantly,
friendly,
a great big leviathan no.
We want nice people
that can work hard and play.
Do you hear me society?
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.
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