Spoken word poetry, till I get it, I leave it alone. Wow, it’s left alone. In case of good poetry break this glass. I just sit here and discover, letting the word explain itself in the giving of lines and in the hurtin’ of the world.
If I show you the pain will you stop it? Will you even know it’s there where you feel your pain? Oh no another Holocaust movie all about bein’ numb. I can’t give you this star-glow to ride the world on its tongue feelin’ people. I’m not a robot I’m free, but the price of my freedom is your pain, your wellbeing I feel like my own.
It’s shoots me all the time, or it gives me stars. I’m there with you in the delivery room of another bucket of world today, huh?
I see through all these sleeves of world maker’s art, a world upon world in the moments with mine, a conglomerate of worlds of this group of people and that, of this person alone, of all the mini worlds that make up this world that we call Earth. Can you see that simultaneously with your own? I taste you there. I know you’re there.
How do I communicate this to you so you feel it too like you have your children’s hands in your own, like your best friend’s smile, like your mother’s love? I don’t die there, but I question God all the time and Sri Aurobindo.
These are terrible times, and they get ready for tomorrow terrible too, with a past just as terrible starin’ us in the face. Let the good times roll, and my God they do. How sweet life can be in its gathered moments, how manageable, but why does it always add up to this: life is not a bundle of joy; life gets us in corners and does bad things to us. Can you understand that?
Why does the world go on like nothin’s happenin’, like it’s free and easy and clean, so standardized? They scream on the news bad news to an audience of normal, of tie your shoe, of everything’s alright here, ain’t it? Not in every bubble. So much quiet desperation it has been said.
Do you know the rovin’ hellhole? Somewhere on Earth at any given time they’re eating each other alive. It’s the worst place on the planet for a moment. Hell swallows them whole, unbelievable cruelty, and nothin’ to redeem them. Goddamn that stinks.
Alight I’m blessed. I live in a little pocket of warmth and forgiveness. I have opened the doors to humanity in the stadium of my room. I ride there all day figurin’ you out. I take great thoughts to the skies, but I must remember I’m a low man on the totem pole in your eyes. I do nothin’ here that grants you my room, that shows what I’m doin’ larger than life.
A poet of world standing I am not. I’m a poet among many thousands in the availability of today, and no poetry comes along and wallops your head or smites your heart from my pen. I just spit in the breeze. That’s the trash dumpster, and here let me give it another poem. I put my dogs to sleep, and I wish you goodnight.
All united and happy they think. Come here Luna. Get your head… [vision of Luna Rottweiler putting her head in a hole in the ground] One doggy at a time. Oh fuck I’m on Candid Camera. He’s just gonna go for it. Well then the surprises and bad secrets, heart is ruined on the same thing: waging war on the Fourth of July. What’s the significance of your dog growing? Into a likeness of you. What I didn’t have: put every slept of it complete. My God, they should be spilled.
What is it this time? Dr. Milk Powder— I haven’t called you; I’ve had enough, is that the plan? You know he’s lost his boy. They’re travel uneasiness way to stutter. Don’t you see? Alongside with it it’s real. You know his boy’s called not in awhile. Suffer this, and it just last of people’s hittin’.
Do you like people? Is this fruit juice? Why is it we always hate somebody, run there all the time? You really enjoy this life don’t you? It seems all fair winds. Need to pull her pregnant with the grenade. It will get you every time. Just look around the world. Just look at your neighbor.
Do you know how we get along? Do you know how we get through this? We don’t be monsters to each other. We don’t be mean. We try to be kind and giving in our painful moments. This is overcoming the world and getting better at yourself. It’s a love angle, and we need more love. That house definitely, where you put your hat off, where you sit around. Love those people, the people you’re life-in’ with. You don’t know how much this counts.
It’s all an effort I know. We have to overcome ourselves to do it sometimes, but we have to give this baseball to all the standin’s in the world, so we can have a world that works. Is that so hard to believe?
You know the world is full of holes. Even the divine is negligent and will crush you to make the world, will just stand by and watch. These are not pleasant times, but we have to endure them, tryin’ to find joy inside, tryin’ to give our children a good time.
What else is there? Spirituality’s a pole we lean on. There are surprises in consciousness if we let them. There’s a world maker’s art you can see. These are deep down inside, past the underwear, past all that gets in the way. There is strong inside, even after you’re shattered.
This world’s a dream maker’s art, so much more than show, but this is a common dream we are having that the significance of dream shows. We’re living out a representation telling a story, and all our lives add to that One involved, and all our lives keep going. We’re where time loops around itself a great big mechanism of being that has definite boundaries that we can cross and get out of here after the whole has been complete. We’re goin’ somewhere together, and yes some escape before time, but they’ll end up on another world soon.
This great big ship has a destination you know, something worth time, something bigger than ourselves and is ourselves at the same time. I’ve gone out of the universe you see and been myself on high.
Stupid me, I describe experience like you’ll believe it, but you can kill me and it’ll still be there. It can’t be erased from time. I’m a nobody because of it, liftin’ up my room for you to see. It’s got crosses on it and monkey bars, because I’m just like you, but I’ve been given a breath of supernal air, and I need to tell you about it. It’s affected my vision. I see the world.
I’m just like everybody, but I don’t live like you inside. I live with you and inner vision. I get rocked by joys that fill my noon the outside world doesn’t bring me. I feel oceans of sadness I’m not in the world about. I feel existence pain, and when I walk outside, drive my bike through the town, the countryside, it’s a wonder-weft of miracle, and I feel every person I come across. I see the One inside, and all the many representations surround me. I can’t get over it.
Now I’m here with another poem. Let it ride the day if you read it, because it puts us together if you escape, because it’s here we learn to live again after your world has been taken away. Can you see me now? Can you hear?
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.
I had to work in a cave last night. I’m afraid. Bring me back. Wastin’ the water when electricity was comin’. [sing verse]
Can we be expendable? I don’t even know if that’s the question. Do we just acquiesce to everything, ride out time like it’s a bump in the road? I feel my larger spheres pent up in here, and I know I’m expendable.
I don’t know how to find time. I’m just a hole in the ground in any largeness I make. People just want to get me for it, counting victims in my pen. A few loyal survivors have the guts to hear me and not have me taken off.
I just wanna do away with it all. Do you say that, overwhelmed by existence, how it doesn’t all work out, how you go home one day, and people have put a fence, blocking your access road, how you get slapped for kindness and sincerity, how you can’t even trust yourself to be good when your free will’s compromised by the shade from black night?
I’ve put on this flesh I know. A body of man I’ve put on. I wear existence’s sleeves, and sometimes I think it’s a punishment. I just want my boy to come home.
How do you know a poet’s worth? They remind you of yourself where you touch ground. They grab existence and almost show it to you. They tell yah where you’re at when you’re on the moon, and they will lay with you in hell if you’re sorry of the pentance you’re payin’. I’ve grabbed a purgatory slot. Hear my worth as I try to find my time today.
Who you be lookin’ for, someone with words better than me, someone who can grab the times today and get all Tennyson on yah? I’m alone with Shakespeare you know, grabbin’ his hat and puttin’ on my day, all sound and fury. I get all field on yah. I life this to you. I'm not an idiot. I’m a Neptune in the history of fishes.
I can get Barbra Streisand. I can put on symbols like they’re lunch. I can really tag you in the sound of these words when they’ve jumped off a cliff and pulled a child’s pants down to show you they’re lost there and grow up fighting any sticky business that puts you there.
I’m about a wheel and chain on the road to time. I want you to grow up and give chances out on freeways. I want you to be kinder than you are, not as clannish always in control. I want you to be better than that, not even giving me a word I’m supposed to touch.
I’m your poet today, like it or not, that brings poets’ meanings home. I’m Jack Field. Test my word in life. No edit summary.
I remember now. I built a mile high stadium. Stupid show, look what Hookah did in the center of your program. We’ll always have that voice.
I would murder in words anything I tried to say. We have our long lists of hurt that’s been put out there. It’s how we tax the world. It’s how we feel better about ourselves. Would an actor see that?
And if I reduce it to a role, do I bleed responsibility? Do I reduce it to an abstraction in the places I’ve bleeded reality, the places I’ve burn?
I’ve grabbed the sun, live on a height of thought and life I write about all the time. I see the representation, the symbol we all are. It eves my day. What then?
How is it possible to hurt someone and not know their pain because you’re a writer of sky dreams? I communicate with the dead, have them all around me, each little life I’ve lit on fire in the bucket of intimacy.
I don’t think the possibilities of healing surround your room. You are not stark walking the symbol. You know the outer lair. An inside all day long, you don’t approach that.
You don’t know what it’s like to love the world in those places you’re sorry, breathing those words all day long to a you know you’re heard way beyond man. I don’t think you’re aware of the price you pay when you become aware of man. The pain you feel humanity.
But on the cutting edge of this is who I make it up to, a little boy growing in time. He represents you. He represents the world’s eyes, and I am there for him.
We can take joy on the Earth, sweet, innocent and kind, holdin’ our humanity close. It’s not all a razor blade. We can get sweet on the Earth, and when you get home, you can love the world like a little boy, and your representation grows.
We have everything to do with being creatures on a role planet. Our time in space blackens our time in thought. I promote myself spits in the wind. Art and thought, I wonder if you feel anything derelict. I’ve perished this bloom. Since everybody’s here, except any majority of people, I might as well clear my throat.
What do I hog to you today? I wanna pull existence out of the hat, be right on the ground of being. I want you to say, "that’s me." I put it in flower pots. I sit here all day and fight it, our anonymous with each other. This is stadium big.
We are all points in space too big for our britches. We see ourselves huge in other’s eyes. I’m talkin’ about ourselves. We feel and think and be the center of any room, so big to ourselves, and even if we are not the reason everybody’s there, we see reality that way.
Take us off the megalomania lists. I’m just talkin’ what it means to be human, or the dog in the corner, or the ant in the windowsill, and you know that plant think? It’s just not corralled its self-aware. It just does not pedal to the end of the room. Those thoughts aren’t in motion, but you’ve got a plant big there, everybody in the room.
How do I toll the star-gate? We are stuck on one world in our rounds of thought. We cramp existence here. Oh my God the experiment, would it be the same in every laboratory? Can we count existence a cheat? Does it handicap worlds, universes, or does it just stage things properly?
Do you know you’re blind, deaf, and dumb to what you see on the inside of the person sitting next to you, or leaving a comment, or submitting a poem, or who’ve you’ve encountered on the news? Their inner reality is blind to yours. We have bleeding cakes in dream and vision and in our thought wares unawares, but these things are disguised.
You can’t hear another person fill reality’s room. You only hear yourself. Hey Jim, let’s create a world… Screw this. You handicappers. Can I explain the problems in the world?
Taste another person please. Know they’re there as big as you, and if they think they’re bigger, well, how many times does this happen in any given day? We have to mitigate it.
They’re just stupid that’s all, like we all are. I’m sorry you’re stupid too. Do you treat everybody as you, give them a break, the benefit of the doubt, or forgive them their trespasses? You will have a million excuses why you can’t identify with them.
Come on people please. You’re the center of everybody’s pole, as you imagine them looking at you, but they put themselves there, you know? We can get better at it, givin’ people the credit they deserve, givin’ people their own self in our very own eyes.
Who’s humanity in the room? Can a poet speak that voice? Can we ride poetry there? The productivity’s there be a hurt bag and find humanity. And watch everybody spill the beans.
I am so very blacklisted, I could rise to the occasion and blossom humanity in my heart and write it down in gifted speech, and they would just turn and look the other way, the stadium managers in humanity, who’s who who block poems. Now do you hear me blossom humanity? Now do you hear me blossom poems?
A bridge is the universe. We are reality big. It’s a major crossing. Focus on the many aspects of this visual poem heard while doing science. In a round about way put it on your shoulder I’m your friend. It’s been a lot of Scottish in here. I’ve done a daily put people in the shoes with me. He put the swim in there. I am the render in time, the render in space, that’s the One I’m worth.
That farm, that house is play, here’s where you too, not the separate consciousness but the localized in space, God of the whole evolves. That’s the cherry blossom. That’s where we all rise in sync. I’m an American band I’m comin’ through your town, [sing line] this is exactly what the stadium room, that cherry bloom.
To copy our means of hidden vision, look past yourself. I like your style. There’s no evidence. Just close the back door. You don’t know the universe is knocking on your door, for centuries.
You’ve heard this wash before. It just means somethin’ today. I can get screwball with this and really twist your arm. The possibilities are endless in the coming of lines.
You don’t know what that means. It’s a soup actually, and the ingredients come from the stars, divine being’s realms, or they register your soul. Can you be a shoemaker?
It’s a combat zone. So many voices pipe in. Fuck you I’m gross. See there? We go beyond the devil and have a moment of silence please gettin’ back to Starbucks.
I’m a holistic speaker, and I tell you a ride, all in vision’s lair. You know I see the world as a representation in time. This is in the node of my vision. It eclipses the world at times. I see straight out there the nature of reality, and then I cry for my boy or get mad at my neighbor and lose myself in shoes.
I can still feel pain of the loss that humanity wears. I cry for you sometimes. Oh my God I’m Still Here, can you believe it? Okay I cry for you a lot. Papa come back please, and the government’s dug ‘im under in how many places on this planet right now Marcelo says.
Oh that little boy touched me through his mother and sisters. I lived that movie and hold it high in my heart now. Can we call it a real life event brasilero? I want you to know I don’t approve of this. Can you believe the oppressor said this?
Feel the pain of I want you I’m murder, and all you did was disagree with me, hold an opposing opinion, in a state where that’s not allowed. How often this does humanity like it’s an edict of God. Is God a dictator?
Look how many people wear these shoes one dictator smiles. Hup, two, three, four the output of a nation at your door to turn it against itself and control you. Even the meek and mild support it. It’s not happenin’ now— I think they say that every time.
No amount of support can suppress it, and watch the world deal with China and make this okay, because they have the industry and the arms maker to sow compromise in capitalism and threaten everybody. Its citizens are expendable. Just step out of line or mention democracy. Most don’t.
Iran and North Korea, we have kill boxes there. It’s a slaughterhouse really. I’ve come to political lists to give you examples, but we’re talkin’ half the globe. Makes you question God.
It’s not odd it’s the default mode of government handles on populations, what we guard against continually it’s so prevalent in us. Do you just stand and watch it happen again? We don’t know how to fight it, as the majority takes control, the base man being human, the mass mind. It’s always derelict. It’s usually mean.
You idiot; you retard— said Musk to an astronaut, and what do we do with that? Everyone’s delighted. He’s our man, just as hateful as the bunch of us, just as mean. Yep he’s ripe for the job, the Department of Functioning Government. Does anyone else see this ask somebody, and Trump will answer just as mean.
When do the disappearances start, that’s the tell-tale sign every time, when it starts. No other sign you need. Trump’s the default man again. You get my barometer?
Purple ass in common, oh Jesus, basic a dictator basically. What are you talking about? You’ve polished balls and chains too in the rule it over people’s dicks. Oh my God those glass relationships, it was a microcosm of the macrocosm a simple history show, and I live that history to myself in rows of sorry. It doesn’t take the choir to remind me.
Do you see it, where you’ve been a dictator too, even if it’s just been a jealous husband or a teacher in control of little boys or dictatorial parents or some bossman on the job? It might be the way you treat your dog. It’s such a human disease. It heaves society. It brings society to its knees in servitude. Wake up.
And changed Earth’s story, alive in theater, the divine pick me up there. Great experience I know an experiment. What is that? What is it? And no handle, and now we symbolize becomes our lives, and that’s the new TV, and we symbolize a greater show.
It’s in our schoolbooks already, a manifestation of truth, justice, and liberty for all into our very rooms. You can’t see it yet I know, but those meanings hold Earth today in her manifesting spirit, and I’ve come to tell you it’s there for the seein’ now, another way to think the Earth and your role on it. That’s big symbol us and your glow on it. Kinda makes yah release the prisoners, eh? Let’s go. It’s your thought’s glow. Everybody watch it glow.
Life is a journey time got on. Bag it, all the glorious symptoms of God disappear. The middle of man will not shout our name or even know we’re there, yet the Godhead lives inside of us. We’re not there at its manifestation yet.
I’ve put it together in words to hold our hands and move us along. Ya’ll leave me alone. You’re crazy. But I’m a spoonful of God completely outside the reign of the dictator, as my fashion words to you. We are all in this disease, when it’s called I be the one dictator. School on it the visionary of this poem.
Completely outside fashion dictators, parents honey, can you strong that? Can you please? That’s the handle on the world today. There is where we begin, and you know I’ve said the truth.
I’ve been here anyway championing my little boy come home. You know he’s unbelievably sad, crushed, spent, under total domination that won’t let up, simply because his parents is jealous of me, no other reason. I’ve got to show you its price so you can come up with my poem, get these lines down, so we can heal our world. It’s on fire.
Have we always been human and universal Brahman? I killed 14 people. Frying that up, do I lose my humanity? Back to the recent times. Are people just badder than before? What can we say about humanity? You know I’m countin’ sheep.
We drag clothes wear. This is not our first costume. Where do we come from? Do we come from ugly, or do we come from good? Do we come from the chaos down under, spawns of hell that evolved to light?
We’ve been in the engines of the universe for a long time. Are we emerging, or was this a soul’s fall into matter’s plight, great heavens we wore and then lost it all in a sudden decision? Are we universal existence lost in individual chains goin’ through trapdoors all the time? How does our unity play? How deep does our unity go? Do we evolve together or separately?
You think the protozoa created us scientific doctor, and we emerged to man, no soul in the machine, no universal existence beforehand, no Brahman with his gun. The fish in the sea are our ancestors on high. We dream of being human again you idiot, where life meets the universe on every frustrate world.
Is this all there is pond? I can speak from my crash course in reality, and we have scales of being that rip us off and brighten our days and sometimes hold nothin’ with us in the great majority of cases. There’s the earthling man, the universe revolves around this?
I have more fields to show the origin of the universe wears. I’ve poked my head out of the sky and seen more than I can show. You don’t know what it means to look beyond and carry the glow of the universe like it’s your backyard. I’m a small man in Earth shoes bustin’ at the seams with immensity, and I can give you a ride home?
I ride these poems too, and I’m a bucket in the sand joinin’ reality with you. We have more roles to play, don’t you see? And even existence is not all we are, but let’s get down to Earth, shall we? We are not the demon’s room. We do not come from hell. Escape it is our price— a real punishment you don’t need to worry about all existence long. And we were not once Gods, and now we are men and women, but of Godhead we did wore.
We come from beyond the universe to inhabit these fields of clay. We are existence before existence in the planetary field ride. We are burning suns each and every one, to use the symbol that ignites the universe. We come from on high. We are principle actors in a principle game that has stars for robes.
I just spoke the alcoholic’s din bin, the wayward president his lair, the child molester in bed with a child, and the tax collector at your door. I can get muddy these or just be an ordinary house mum or field husband or kid in school dreamin’ of what will become of me.
Lift up your eyes sweetheart. There is more to come. There’s the Diamond in the room, and all your lives lead to that as in the making of a star, the crash and founding of a universe, and we can be there kids. We can be there in great lone moments of the direction at noon. We can see the sky, have great Earth thoughts that make us feel God inside and hurry this along folks. Yah hear me kids?
A video-photo-poem, my own design, on its material level this is a promotional video for the Auroville Dog Shelter in Auroville, India. It’s the aim of this video art to take that material into the spiritual realms and beyond. To send donations to the shelter, go to this link: http://www.aurovilledogshelter.com/
Is by human nature human nature changed? Let’s defeat our purpose. Let’s go around the Mulberry pole again. Let’s just not listen to our teachers. I will by human nature outcast this person, in the middle of a human unity project, where the Integral Yoga was set down on Earth, and I will do this willfully and strongly, not caring for the consequences.
This is how it’s done, if you want to protect the group from someone. You don’t give them also divine eyes, and you give them no public venue, and by that I mean you keep their voice unheard, and you ghost them forever and ever without end in your little social bubble. It’s high time we changed that, in such a powerful place as ours that holds such meaning for the Earth. Are you with me? I think not.
The opposite poles of human unity, that’s the whole way to rape the system, when we keep them apart. I’m a whirlwind of the proper material. Don’t you confuse me with panic. I have my rocking chair, my golden years.
I am the toilet that speaks one more time. I just want you to consider your own goodness. Why would you castigate me? Because God’s the author of punishment, and God’s called you to punish me? Sri Aurobindo gave this commandment: thou shalt punish the wayward sadhak? The Mother despised sin and dealt out punishments to people? The Integral Yoga hates sin? The One cannot stomach me?
Let’s look at your business. You don’t know who you are. You are not the sadhak with the name you call. You are not the Aurovillian you sign your name as. You are a person beyond time. You can’t get this right. You think it’s some far away, and you are supposed to act in human terms. The Zeitgeist says it; you carry it out.
There were times and there are places I would not be the ass among you. Your morality is relative to the times. You can’t see straight when you face a sinner your town and country hates. This is rock bottom being human. You see it unleashed on the globe, this breach of oneness. We are killing each other over it.
Oh Islamic State was a model for our eyes. They thought they were justified in bringing the hell they did to punish people, or the Nazi and the Jew. The scapegoat they made was another attempt at Nature running something into the ground in her symbol wrought her blind actions speak. The availability of the Jew as the scapegoat came to show us we wear scapegoating shoes as the modus operandi of ego-led society.
You don’t have a field for this: where we take our scapegoats and make them human again. You just hate and justify your hatred by the human mass. You are not godly citizens. You burn witches.
You have been given a vehicle of thought unparalleled in the history of thought to arouse your stomach, to change your heart, to detach from this human clay the pettiness of human life, the vile emotions we feel for one another and see beyond the play, and bring yourself out of this turmoil and into the light of day. You quote these fields all the time. The Mother said this. Sri Aurobindo wrote that.
The Integral Yoga can heal anything. I have been among you 20 years showing that, but you cannot see it. You don’t want to. You will not apply the lessons you’ve learned Integral Yoga. You will just deny, hate, and castigate, and as a group you do this. What do I do to bring you to peace over this person named Donny Duke?
I offer you my home for a station of tea, and you won’t even answer me, stubbornly justified in your ill will by human morality that has no part God. I am the reason for Auroville’s fall, and I graft upon it the deception of a poet that hides his sins with godly words, wants to commit them among you if you but let ‘im, deceiving the elect with holy lore. You don’t know the price of sin. You don’t get away with it, even if no one finds your ruse. Say you’re a sadhak close to God. You have no way to hide, and you learn to do what you’re told to get out of your mess.
It does not take forever. Low and behold I have sinned and healed that sin and given the beauty of art to give you examples of healing’s ways, and now it’s reached astounding. You will not sit up and take notice. You will not even let it in your groups. No one can read it. No one can see it. You hate art the scapegoat of the day makes, the one hated among you by an agreement of the times.
Ladies and gentlemen, will you castigate me for all eternity, name my sins and how ugly they were, without ever seeing the unexpected good that can come from woeful deeds, without ever admitting that God has a plan even for one such as me? This is stubborn willfulness out of the hour of God, away from the lessons of truth. Who is the greatest sinner? I forgive you of your self-righteousness. I understand your state. I don’t blame you for being human, but we can’t stay in this state. We are called to greater life, and we have to go together or none. The people that refuse, God just takes more time with them. Are you one of those?
This poem was recently rejected by Collaboration, A Journal of the Integral Yoga, whom I have submitted numerous poems to over the years, hands down the publication I’ve submitted to most, because it is a publication of our yoga, it’s name claims inclusiveness, and it’s by fellow Americans, but they have not published a single poem. I have this theory, and I submitted this poem to prove it to myself at least, that they will never publish a poem I submit, regardless of the quality and truth of the poem. This poem explains why.
In other news, the admin of the Facebook group Friends of Auroville approved it, although the other Auroville Facebook groups I submitted it to didn’t, and it was submitted to Auroville Today and Auroville News, and Auroville Today at least replied rejecting it. Auroville News did not reply this time, and they too I’ve sent poems to over the years.
This photo-poem was posted to Twitter/X February 11, 2024. In vision it came to post it here. All photos by the author except photo one, which is by Douglas
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