No one has ever seen these kinds of dosas before. They do your head in. I don’t think anybody listens to them. You know how you go with filter out when there’s too much on the page. How can anybody listen to the net? Alright this is a mirage, that’s all. He gets behind, really frustrated with his output. No matter what he does nobody listens. He’s really doing what we need to hear now. He’s just cast aside in his margins.
Lovin’ is the first terrain we build. Comin’ upon you now, everything we do to hear a voice. It’s not happenin’, is it? We can’t get loose. We can’t even get seen. You can be so lonely on social media. We’ve asked the media companies to chop us all to pieces. We red line our material online. “I like it,” says someone in charge. “It just doesn’t get out to the public. Should it?”
Should the sun come up tomorrow? Should everything be grand? Should we see the truth? I can’t holiday this. It’s essential reading. We have so many poems. A nurse on earth we come to you in glory-ride. You only see the smile, not the survival manual. Tear this up, will yah?
You don’t know how to behave when it comes to the equity of art. You spit on it, if it’s too early. You don’t see its business if that art goes all the way to God. You think he’s preaching to you. You’re atheist today. We’re a religious my God only. You don’t have room for all-encompassing God. You want some well-defined art that doesn’t blow your mind. You wanna sell it on eBay, whenever you need the money. I’m beyond your lists. I’m not just about God. I’m about your own divinity. Who deals with that? Can you see it?
It wouldn’t be how we’re hung today. We’re on the survival of the fittest machine. We can’t over ourselves. There’s just too much art out there to do the actual thing. Is that your hypotenuse? I’m square one the art project. Do you know what I’m sayin’? You just know your own story, and it’s so comfortable to talk about. Listen to me.
Well I’m no gift-shark. I have something good for you. It’s well arranged, like it’s stealin’ your heart. It’s got love on it. It will help you see the day in terms of man, the humanity we are. You love those papers? I can show you how.
We need to get down to this business of love. The 60s just sung about it. It was a nice tune, but we couldn’t put society together with it. We didn’t know how. A product of the 60s, I have the formula. I laid my childhood there. Why would it die away? Of course it’s continued. The 60s brought us somewhere. Here it is, the inevitability of love.
We know we all need it. It’s what makes us glow. It puts society right. It is the reason we’re here, to love. You doubt that? Go punch your dog. Tell your child they’re a worthless human being. Love is what makes the world go around, in our certain with each other. People needing people, that’s the inevitability. Barbra Streisand we will love them. She was ahead of her time. I hear her now the love she gave us all softness from. Now I’m past 30 I’ve got that under control. I love for the sake of love you know.
I love to do it every time I encounter you on set. What a minute, what do we do with the hateful people? Somewhere along the line love has failed them. Do you know what a half hour means? Give them that in your love voice, and they’ll come around, where you go to make an appointment with the high fidelity of love. It arranges things. It knows how to treat people. We all love it you see; we are all taken by it, when it’s directed at us. We can’t help ourselves. It’s love.
Come down to this moment. It’s there in the room with us, and it’s asking us to join it in the emergency room. Send it to me about three weeks before; let the Devil take tomorrow— somebody reading the Bhagavad Gita and only understanding the text. Found it for the first time in forbidden love. I thought it was to fulfill myself. Then I fell in love and saw what the other person meant. I became a child molester no longer. I loved in the fullness of that vision, the love of a child in its true form. I got bigger than my wants and needs. Love was all around me. I basked in it, and there is no reason to give it up. I will change the world with it in the legacy of poems.
Come with me now. Let’s get love on the table and bring this world around to itself. I’ll give you the electricity. You give me my voice. That’s an equal plan. Targets, I’ll sing right straight to yah. There’s somethin’ else. Watch it. Make sure you have permission to Rambo. Right now women are hyper-feeling about love. That’ll be best to put you’re threatened to have the suggestion right now of sex on the table. It doesn’t do good there in the love that lifts our kind. Can you get the hatred of men off the table? You hear what I’m sayin’? Let’s get that extra-special love that sees love as a vehicle of peace, the right way we treat people, the love we give free. Are you with me?
An app to watch this grow, that’s my likely puzzle. We need to found the Earth. It’s just been on our lists yet. We arose and that was that. Let’s get bigger than ourselves. Let’s outweigh the Earth: I love you brother, and sister, you mean so much to me. We do this. Yeah I’ve got some revealed, and we’re there kind behind it. Can we get that far? That’s our mandate.
No sore spot on this Earth will do without us. You haven’t outlived your computer until there are no sore spots on earth. I’m the least complicated feathers you bring everybody off. Ready? My flames have been lookin’ at it all the way you one time. [above line heard sung, by a rock group like of the 60s] You burn for this individual, nation or people. You burn the Earth for them, not with a power cord or a destruction module. You torch the Earth low I told you the numbers. You burn for them with love. Include the pack, it’ll be today the Palestinians get our love. Do it now.
Do it there, and stop killin’ everybody. For the sake of Gaza, open your arms. We’re with the Palestinians. Give to them here, Dr. Handshake, in the evaluation of the poem. We don’t bleed with Palestinians. We stand with them in love, with the Palestinians today. Let’s chose war of no violence. We blanket them with love, and we do that before they die.
What’s happening? You met on social media. Who turned out to hear? A trail of my own two cities, if you ever want a home in the field. I love the Israeli people too. And all the people were mad at me for what I’d done. The Israelis the heavy hand, all the solvin’ or even history, well theirs won’t even hold the Palestinians as people. I’m here to see that.
I don’t know where we get off. I compound a poem. I’ve become a political speaker, applyin’ love today. Will you cancel out my poem that way? Barbra Streisand do you hear me? We need to love these people too. That’s all I’m sayin’. In the history of genocide, we wouldn’t only look to Jews. I’m defendin’ them. No not actions, people. I’ve seen it on TV all my life, airplanes blown up, a lot of innocent people slaughtered, because Palestinians were trying to get Israel to unhook their humanity.
How do you end this war? Israelis have to love Jews. Israelis have to only love Jews. Wow we’ve arrived at that chosen people mandate. Get Jews off my land! It’ll blow your fucking mind, half an hour the vehicle of love is Israel. You love me Israel— put the Palestinians have a mandate for love. Why can’t we Jewish exceptionalism here? And you’ve got my love poem. It’s a Nobel Prize today love becomes the letter of the law. That’s where you put your business, oh you enterprising Jews. Can your love see that? Can your enterprise see that? It’s a war machine now. Everybody just ran up and started shootin’, even after the terrorists were killed. Is that Jewish exceptionalism?
Deep in reality’s ways I will go to him. What share should I hold? What share should got on yourself? I went the length of the poem. They’re not gonna see it no way, the audience prime. Three people got sick while Israel sits and waits to fight again. That’s everyone in Israel, and each Palestinian man, woman, and child, and the whole wide world. There is no healin’ from this disease, unless we see what’s comin’: remove the Palestinian from the anchors of life. Here he’ll hear you. That’s Issac Saul.
Should we just shoot Palestinians? Israel is deliberating. If you like Israel raise your hand. You ever wanna rap its hand? It’s society mean to Palestinians. They can’t even allow themselves to be. They don’t have nowhere to go. Are they as human as Israel? They don’t know how to be. They rob their own clan. They destroy the water. They were not there first, no matter how many times they were there when Israel moved in. They kill each other. They don’t know how to govern themselves. They lie, and they cheat, and they steal, is that the roll call Palestinians? We get to murder them that way? Israel’s sayin’ it.
Let’s really look at the Palestinian question. They’re vermin, aren’t they? They would just take over the land if they could. They’re not there for rounds of applause. It’s day to day life they worry about, gettin’ by. They trudge along dreaming of a free state. They’re not there for happiness. They’re made to press the Earth with the weight of their suffering. They don’t know how to survive. They’re just blights on the land. They have no special rights. They can’t be Palestinians unto themselves. They have to have Israel on them all the time.
Even their children get stuck in prison. The kid threw a rock. Let’s do away with his life. Let’s beat ‘im up some. Oh my the boy got raped, and it wasn’t by a Palestinian. Can we press charges? I don’t have to do a goddamn thing. We own the Palestinians. Why do you look the other way? We have special permission to do this. We got it grafted in humanity we can. We are the special people. All our persecution says that. I’ll turn around and smile some. I don’t know how to behave myself where Palestinians are concerned.
We are the special people, and everybody’s got a hole in their heart, and we chamber the Palestinians there. Can’t you see it? Can’t you get away with it tryin’ to speak about this please? It will make the press. It’s not strong enough for that: we just don’t let Israel do this no more. Is everybody complacent? What’s goin’ on?
Wow, there it is. It’s a brandin’ iron: I’m a Jew leave me alone. How many times we seen this, don’t touch the Jews? You can’t question a thing about them. You can’t even call their name. Does every Jew see that? Not in large measure. I think this surrounds us in where ideas are made: it’s antisemitic to question a Jew.
Okay let’s do it some. Do we call Israel out on its racism? Why can’t the Palestinians live there? Why can’t they have freedom? Why can’t be treated as citizens of Israel? Why are they thrown in the gutter? Why does the Jew come first in the land of Israel?
Are we lookin’ at religious declarations, and that’s why we let them kill Palestinians, take away their rights? Are we livin’ in the Middle Ages? We do really wanna give them that right? Look what it’s done. Well, what else is Israel? A Holocaust-created state. They deserve it, they need that land, because they were almost annihilated in Europe? Let’s give them the land, and all the Arabs become Palestinians losing their homes to that decree. Yes the Jews were there first in the history of the land. Well whaddaya do with the people on it today? Did the UN say that? They got displaced. They became the people persecuted today.
Their rights were taken away. They did everything they could to be free, even bad things. Munich, you son of a bitch, that was awful. Have we hit that far where we let Israel kidnap Palestinians and slaughter their women and children? How many have to die before we see they mean somethin’? And what of this oppression? These are Jews doin’ it, the ones who cry foul if they’re even questioned. I’m breakin’ on that idea again. No, not every Jew does this.
Alright do we let this be? Do we put the screws to Jews to end this injustice? I think there’s another way out. We see it first, admit it’s there, with our global eyes. We talk about it in the hurt of our hearts. We don’t let it go. We see this as a sore spot on the Earth that needs mendin’. We put pressure on Jews to see it too. We educate Israeli children? Anyway we can. That will be resisted. We can’t change this poem. We just have to listen to it and have it heal these wounds. Answer me brother— your Jew is bigger than your humanity?
Harm's End 