Gonna go to the funeral
of my/one nation above all. [two words heard spoken simultaneously]
This is politics.
Nobody knows its price.
There’s no exclusive zones.
You value humanity more than your national individual,
or your race or peoplehood,
even your religion.
Sounds impossible now.
It’s the only way to survive,
equality at its most basic point.

Fundamentalist Christians will have a field day
calling this the Antichrist.
The number of man don’t you see?
666.
And Jews and Moslems
cannot exclusive each other,
and the resistance to that will go to the sink,
but you still be Jew
like it’s your life’s blood.
Americans cannot be Americans
and only Americans.
They must include the world.
India
cannot see her greatness above other peoples
when she can give her spirituality,
definitely
universalized.
No nation or people will ride the others
like they own the planet.
China will have to settle down
and give us good engines to wear.
This is flower,
not put the engines of the world to her use,
and North Korea
will be no more.
All will unite in peace.

This is the human ship
some waves from now.
Can’t believe it, can you?
We’re on the brink of this today,
where ideas ride time,
where ideas enter humanity
as the clothes we wear.
It’s comin’.
It’s not even in our minds today.
It’s not on the news.

It’s a radical idea
everybody’s scared of,
nobody can promote,
neither in the press nor in the government,
and science is busy with atoms
and other small fare.
They will not bring us together.
Academia,
well,
this is a pipe dream,
and increasingly they’re controlled.

Well how does it get in?
Intelligence—
we put the human being first or die.
I’m talking about people’s upon the Earth,
purely political wears.
I’m not talking about ruining existing structures
or eclipsing God with man.
I bright and shiny your day
with your humanity comes first
before any other kin.
We teach that in school,
give this to our babies.

You hear me now?
It’s a price we wear,
gettin’ good at
as we see our survival depends on it.
We start today
in the maker of a poem
where I put my foot ride:
humanity
ever coming first,
in my politics with mankind,
in my behavior,
in my think about you and us,
in where I meet you today.

I’m riding God
as the one I wonder at,
as the one I want to please,
as the one I want to be like,
as the one I want to hold dear
above all else,
as my principle keeper,
and if I put humanity first,
the human being over any category of people,
I am bright house God wear,
and the more I know God,
he’s not an exclusive zone.
He can wear all pronouns at once
and is the love of humanity in my heart.
Where do you think this idea comes from?

It comes from God
one notion humanity.
Past
you’re early.
Noosphere,
everyone’s looking for you.
In siddhi,
that’s where I sit,
and I just made an inner poem.
I made some mistakes
where we meet each other.
I will answer for it
like this:
let’s put humanity first.

In the middle of humanity,
in humanity’s living room,
I can get this across to you
in thought wears.
Come to my room
the thoughts that are out there
pullin’ humanity close to itself
on the frontiers of thought.
I’ve pulled humanity close to itself.
I get in humanity’s room today.

Is this a great mixing?
I don’t think you understand me right.
This is the center of identity
in human terms
among all the peoples.
It’s a movement to grow this in humanity
where you raise your children.
It’s not a boiling pot humanity,
pull your pants down
and let everybody there.
You still have national borders
and respect demographics.
You’re just more human about it.
You give it a liberal hand,
but you don’t overwhelm a culture with immigrants.
We will get good at making their lives better
where they are,
but we will not refuse them to move.

Can I champion human causes?
We need to improve the lives of children in Africa.
You can’t get better infrastructure than that,
priority child’s lives.
Loved at home
and treated brightly,
that’s the food they wear.
Do you see my cultural dynamics?
It’s the number one priority,
meet those children’s needs.
The world doesn’t wanna to be overwhelmed
with immigrants
comin’ out of Africa
from the hungry states.
She was havin’ a baby
gettin’ bigger than the rest of the world.

You wanna see if I can fix it?
That’s the reason
you don’t let population growth get out of hand.
You let it stay in check.
I need to ask you somethin’.
Who writes the news?
We are not listening to wisemen.

I don’t like everybody;
is this everybody?
The warm human being giving rise to the warm human being,
it’s easy if you try.
We have to educate people about children.
The rocket science
is how they treat the world.
It’s amazingly possible
to stop slapping children
and beating their little behinds—
no physical punishment
anywhere on the planet.
Get rid of this nursery rhyme.
Treat it like sexual abuse
in that it has to be stopped,
in that it’s harming humanity.
You would not kill people for it
or treat them like monsters.
You wouldn’t even hate them.
You would understand the rule of abuse:
they just get mad and hit.

Their behavior’s preconditioned,
and who can control themselves
when a spell from the unconscious takes over?
Can anybody?
You’ve never understood this since the beginning of time,
why laws don’t work,
why the killin’ hasn’t stopped,
the rape and plunder,
any ole bad behavior.
It’s unconscious process,
and it has to be stopped
through recognizin’ its process.
Can you do that?

Education will ensue:
stop being monsters
to the stupid monster in everyone.
You don’t hit a kid,
that’s rule number one.
We start at the beginning,
this one Krakatoa.
We get in there and educate the public
like our lives depended upon it.
We help kids
when their parents hit them,
or nazi them around,
or any harsh treatment,
and get in those parents
with the strategies they need to survive/cope, [words heard spoken simultaneously]
forcefully, tactfully.
You can’t abuse them in turn,
but you make them know they’re hurting their child.

A license to have children?
We’ll get to that,
a coverin’ ground
how to have children.
The very first thing you mention
you don’t hit them,
and I’ve left a school behind,
a whole row of poems,
the specifics about them genitals.
Eat it up.

You’ll know where the safe houses are,
the ones comin’ online,
the ones makin’ it right with their children.
They tell their children they’re humanity
before any other row.
They tell them sweetly, kindly,
and without all this pressure.
This is your identity kid.
You’re a human being
in the politics of bein’ human,
who you are among the group.
Sure your people are important,
your race your tribe,
but sweet humanity my dear,
the whole is who we are.

Do you see this trampoline?
It can be done in all existing countries,
in every household on the planet.
Can you get at humanity that way?
Will warm slowly,
but when the idea's out there it’ll catch on.
Let’s get after it people.
Don’t you wanna to stop climate change
and do away with genocide,
and take a big bite out of war,
and how much to gender will be solved
when everybody sees their human being
and not just a gender walking towards them?
Okay little human being,
you get started.
Okay let’s ride.

That old door
we can lock it.
We can lock it
by taking a rule and applying it to behavior.
I will never understand
why it keeps rising.
It’s good fiberglass,
but when you bump it it breaks.
It’s only doable
in finding your own fine seals baby.
You really test the waters there,
overcome behavior with a song,
“I Love My Child”.

Listen,
listen close,
back to the tree,
that shadow tree,
that tummy I don’t give up.
It seems like this whole thing
is evidence
there’s so much to the hitting of children,
and there’s a whole lot we don’t see,
but always remember
forgive me
and go save my child
when you’re in Africa.
That’s really what he wants,
what they want,
parents who beat their children:
they need help raising their kids.
They just don’t wanna admit it.
You can control yourself.
How do you do?
Could be good company comin’ in.
Those are the helpers
you see.
It could be divine speech.

I’m tired of standing here with supramental orders that can’t even be looked at. /
Comin’ off a blog,
you can’t get that heretic.
You get a certain group of followers and that’s it.
My fingers count the readers of these poems.
You can count to ten
for most posts.
How many morally outraged people are there?
On them days there’s a spike,
the people lookin’ for the gun.
I’m a rose in a cabin,
and never I get out of that cabin
and out into the public’s heart.
I press controversial material,
and there’s a lot of fear there.

I have not been allowed to speak
I come from that social group.
People are fear there.
Come to the concert
all your children
in that they come first.
I’m a child lover.
I am a child lover that knows how,
and God has taken my hand and shown me how.
Will you dance with me?

You can’t film a psychological drama.
They’ve upped the ante.
We’re all weirdos.
We don’t know what we’re talkin’ about.
Thankful,
be thankful.
Somebody’s
made some sense of all this,
and I’ve done that expertly and cleanly.
You can see it now,
and here I am humanity giving you humanity,
a toe to raise your children
telling them they’re humanity,
a radical idea to change humanity
into its kinder parts,
most noble.
We need this to survive.

We find each other on the limits of sacrifice.
This is no fools barred.
We include everybody.
Alright ship let’s go.
Let’s get on with it.
It’s a glory ride
right into our business
and actually, physically change the world.
Don’t a waste it.
We got this down.

We’re gonna tall this in
and go for walks
with the greatness of our children
beautifully down the road.
I’m in a compartment blog.
We don’t remember.
It must be a huge one.
You’ve slept in a ponytail before.
This is woke
at its most basic part,
where it means somethin’,
and that all of humanity rides.
It’s possible it’s possible,
and gather to me now
all the action
when we walked in Heaven together,
when we lived in bright beautiful homes
with no strife.
You don’t believe this I’m sorry/I know [phrase heard spoken simultaneously]
gathered here into your one life,
but we’re guardin’ plans
at the altitude
of Heaven meets Earth,
and all that Heaven’s gold’s here.
There’s where we start to ride.

It’s a recipe of children maker,
and it’s always been in our hands to use.
We’ve just had to get here
at the opening of the Earth.
You won’t be surprised
this all came about,
we made it,
future read this.
The cosmology of plans fulfilled
looks so inevitable to us,
but a cliffhanger in a half
this was.
For example,
I almost didn’t make it, you know?
I’m the preacher of the word,
the choir I sing to,
and I’m the congregation I start.
Gettin’ ahold of yourself,
it’s the tooth fairy about livin’.
Hold on,
I must tell yah
I’ve really done that,
and it wasn’t easy.
Come on let’s bake this mile.
We have a world to change.
Let’s get goin’ people.