Through the lens of the screen
we interpret reality.
This is how we get our gun.
It’s how we conduct business.
We die that way.
It’s a world in front of our face
that we miss,
we need to listen to.
What’s reality goin’ on around us?
It swallows the moon.
We’re just stale, happy, TVs in the room.
It jogs us.
It casts us aside.
We come to our computer to participate,
or put our cellphone between us and the world.
Does that make TV better?
We market our lives
sittin’ in front of a screen,
and it can be so tiny.
It’s not there you know.
You are.
We translate screens all day,
and we don’t know their rash.
It doesn’t solidify us.
We just get all choked up
on a reality ration card.
We think it excites us.
This does us in.
Get your notebook
and interpret reality with that.
Record your inner life.
Your outer life will still be there when you get back.
Those events jingle.
You can feel them with your hand.
They are real to you,
and they’re awesome.
They seem boring to you
because they step on the ordinary.
They have miracle all over them,
if you know how to look,
and do you know the world draws nigh to you when you do?
You see things
that are extraordinary,
synchronicities between thought and life
that you know somebody’s lookin’ at yah
the universe can’t hold.
These are certain stairs,
and you reach a height at noon
that reveals to you God.
You can’t see this on the screen.
It’s too confined in there.
It doesn’t have reality’s picture on it
that blankets you with stars.
It’s not where you’re at.
Oh you can move between thought and the screen
like you live there
all grown up.
You can ride lightning’s ways.
You can figure out the world
in the emptiness of its room.
You can sit and enjoy yourself.
You cannot hold hands with God.
I’m showin’ you this on TV,
and you just dyin’ to practice it in the real world, ain’t yah?
You want to see God.
You want to see thoughts larger than man.
I’m tellin’ yah they’re there
in the dry, material world.
I’ve picked up a book
and opened the pages of reality with it.
That’s my own damn TV,
where I sit in reality and wait
for the next full moon.
I sound good to your reason-sense,
but you don’t know what I’m talkin’ about.
It’s green there.
It’s got flexible and still on it,
and it’s a whole wide afternoon,
or a mornin’ that bakes bread in reality’s oven;
an evening there whispers to the stars.
You can’t get that look
onscreen.
It’s not tangible, real.
It tries to trouble you,
get you to play basketball
on digital courts.
You are mad at me no?
Let’s blame the room.
We don’t know how to put it right.
It just bleeds us
to make our reality all fucked up.
We have digitalized each other,
and this is worms.
We’re not even real people inside the machine.
We got lollipops on
we want other people to lick.
See me there?
Where does poetry go inside the machine?
It changes its meaning.
I’m starin’ at you now,
wonderin’ how many hits I get
singin’ in a dark tunnel.
Would you meet me there?
Would we get out of the machine?
I think we would find somewhere
to be humans again
not under computer programs
and not onscreen lives.
I do stay long
I do stay up here
in the companion of see.
My day’s because of it.
My time online are my thoughts
I’m tryin’ to have me killed for.
I’m not the only one
puttin’ you in touch with yourself
with my reality TV
Episode Donny.
We’ll say I was parkin’ and I saw a Muslim guy stare at me intently,
would you believe this is page one?
I’ve gotta get yah outta here.
So I turn the world upside down in your ideas,
act strange
with the written word.
Can you see me happy?
That’s most of my flower.
Now I’ll see where we’re at.
I’m not hatin’ anybody.
I’m lookin’ to end hate
so you won’t hate me.
That’s a noble enterprise.
Left the school
of bang your head against the wall,
of put out your left eye,
and so for nothing less
the reality’s keeps,
and if you see an American Jewish woman walkin’ down the street,
you wouldn’t war with Israel.
Know whadda I mean?
Wow, I think I’m healthy for the next line:
we are all one family.
We do business together that way,
on and offline.
He’s gonna put it in a bank watch this.
Why don’t you just leave it here?
Goddamnit,
could you put a photo at the top of the page
that is really, truly there because you like me?
And you enjoy your meal,
Ocean’s Eleven,
and there you have it.
How many realities of life are there?
A Boeing 747 in each one.
It’s on a fascinating, fascinating mountain not far from here.
Okay.
It’s in this poem.
Let’s go get some sleep
after the intro.
That’s not how about you rule things.
Your consciousness is up there.
I have trouble accessing it,
you are the poem.
I reckon then go,
go where your prime takes yah.
It’s right there
beyond the screen.
You just can’t do it.
What about an online pass?
We breed poems,
and I talk about accessibility.
It has that special sauce
when you’re committed to a short story a movie a play.
You don’t frontal lobe it.
You’d like to know
that word.
You thought you thought ahey? [line heard sung]
Leave me alone.
Alright be quiet.
I’ve gone back to being somebody’s poem on the internet.
It’s to help you open the world.
I’ve almost gotten you this evening.
Yes I’m quitting.
I put more butter
in my reality’s screen
to get out of the ego’s refusal to its environment.
Rest assured,
I just want God there
the vision I have always.
A quiet you find yourself in,
a silence that can see the stars,
these are the momentary hush
that come together to you for reality,
that grasp tangible God.
These are the momentary links
that give you all the nature of man.
Wind with me
to that summit.
I arrive there
the quiet in your room.
Lift with me
a moment tangible God.
The Transgender Wars
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?
Do You Hear Me Love?
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?
The Mother’s Vision

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.
The Cost of This 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?
The Rose of Society
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.
The Anatomy of Rape
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?
An Incident in Being’s Flow
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.
Put Out This Fire
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?
Born in Israel

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.







