Real life forum for the discussion of school peace,
a brick,
that brick has something to do with you.
We don’t wanna do it,
continue,
and we face certain destruction.
Death is ever on our knee,
and the world fail is in the picture now.
A sudden storm could kill us.
We are never safe,
and we just explode all the time,
come to hope and then crash,
come to bay and then sink.
If you are left out of this loop,
eventually your cross will come.
We are not safe from crisis,
and we are manipulated to star’s end
over the avoidance of such.
Some have good fingers,
some no.
Just look out
for what’s right.
You have it all the time,
in some speaker in your room.
The avoidance of death is not possible,
but we can make peace with our time that comes.
We can ground ourselves in reality,
and we can even see what’s ahead,
and if there’s disaster ahead,
well this is the crux of the matter ain’t it?
We don’t want the suffering to kill us.
We have to find a solution,
or chaos reigns.
And what of prolonged disaster?
I have been rejected by society
like men on death row,
and there is no way to climb out of this hole.
It’s pleasant enough.
I live in a bright home,
and no one will see me there.
I’m not value to anyone
except whom I can count on one hand.
This is deliberate and mean.
It’s not the normal social isolation.
So shoot me for it and let’s move on.
I’ve measured humanity in my bare hands.
I have been to the top and the bottom of this old world.
I commune with spirits
and the impossible.
I have seen things you don’t want to see,
and I’m not talkin’ murder and mayhem.
I’m talking about the fresh expression of the universe
ploughin’ us down to make its see,
how the Gods sit in their homes
and use us as dice in their gambles on the world,
and we get crushed,
and how God watches too big to help.
We are at a certain level of universe
that pay the price.
We sit on Heaven’s back
the sustenance it needs to survive.
I have found a way out of this.
I have found the truth of who we are,
and it’s a slow movement’s crawl
to the goal,
when this is time on earth.
I’m not filling you with hope I’m filling you with seeing.
We are bigger than all that.
We are outfielders from another universe
that encompasses this one.
We abide there now
on our tops.
I’m speaking from there
in the knowledge I give.
It’s clear and certain knowledge,
and it will open up the whole world to you
one step at a time.
It will mitigate disaster,
break in on it and help you rise above it.
It will sit with you at night
and hold your hand.
We are a dream weaver’s store
lost in our dream,
and it’s a collective dream
that we share together,
and we will wake up together
when the time comes.
That’s the certainty of dream.
Now can I honest myself here?
I’m a pauper when it comes to Earth’s stuff,
but I’m rich in meaning’s worth.
I’m a brink in the wall that is us,
but you can take me out and see time,
remove me and see beyond the universe.
I crumble in my own hands,
and even in my tears,
if I cannot feel the joy on my tops,
I know it’s there.
I have given formulas for world change,
and they go by unnoticed.
I have laid practicality at philosophy’s door,
given psychology wings,
and taken the big questions
and answered them right in front of your nose,
and the mind meets understanding,
and I’m just this existence worth
that has no place among you.
You think so?
I’m gonna dictate
mission impossible.
With all due respects,
can we land society here,
I’m conducting a sense of sacrifice where I meet the world?
I’m writing this with a déjà vu.
Even if you have not had your lives torn asunder,
do not find yourself in hell on earth,
or smell that awful stench near,
can you make ends meet,
support yourself and your family
and not have to struggle all the time?
I’m talking to the great majority of mankind.
Oh my God,
poor people gonna rise up,
get their share. [sing this and above line, tune “Talkin’ Bout a Revolution”]
Can I sing to you another song?
It’s the only way to be human on this planet,
whatever your religion or creed
or nationality.
We temper our hearts with a sense of sacrifice.
I’m talkin’ to the captains of business
and all who make a profit sting.
You can tax the rich all day,
and you haven’t met them in their homes,
where they need to see their lives
are propped up on so much suffering.
Cynical people don’t need me I know,
and people that run over other people
to make them pay
are not interested in changin’,
but do we have to back them up in society
and pretend it’s not happening,
the great rape of mankind?
Yep there is.
It’s everywhere apparent,
and politicians take off our shoes
and show us other stuff.
Can any responsible journalist hear me,
concerned teacher in school,
professor?
Preacher from your pulpit look at this,
temple master.
Can we talk about sacrifice in business as a way to heal humanity, /
discuss this every day where politicians get our vote,
where the rich see TV
and governments listen?
Why is world fail?
No matter who you blame it on it always comes down to this:
somebody’s getting rich at the expense of others,
at the expense of the environment,
at the expense of us.
It’s not a hole in one each time,
and there are other factors,
but tell me this one has no bearing on today’s world.
Tell me it’s a trivial matter.
Why aren’t we talking about it
where we rise up
and make social change?
I’ve put this in your hands
right alongside the transcendent,
how we get by in this place.
I’ve put it right alongside social justice,
without mentioning punishment or the price of beer,
I mean sex roles and how you spend them.
I’m givin’ yah things to talk about
in a voice that matters.
I’m showin’ you what’s up.
Thank God I’m lost on social media.
Just think if word got out.
Mainstream do you hear me?
I’m lettin’ the cows out.
I’m lettin’ the rich hear me.
I’m taking social justice by the wings.
What is the formula for world change?
C-o-m-e t-o t-h-e t-y-p-e r-o-o-m.
Your typewriter
to write it.
Eternity is a crossing reference
for the that’s how the book of love. [sing line from the word that’s]
So much more beyond our horizons.
I’ve been up there you know,
on our tops,
and I’ve failed you.
I just kept goin’
in an old movie
and racked up my isolation today,
again and again.
Bless you I’m sorry.
Sacrifice is the only way to meet these things:
you have to have it,
and it hurts other people.
Nothin’ you could do but give that up:
boy I hurt you.
This lasts a long time,
where you find others lookin’ at yah funny
and suspicious of your every move.
You will not be rewarded for sacrifice.
Get that through your thick head
if you’re making a profit on people’s pain.
Turn philanthropist I’m sorry,
and you’re givin’ till it hurts
because you love them so,
well that’s tough idn’t it,
no one believes you.
You’re still around money.
But you’ve come a long ways,
and you’re not doin’ this for the praise of the crowd.
That’s hypocrisy.
You sacrifice your Wall Street for love.
I can’t tell you how to do that,
fall in love with everybody,
and with some people it will never work,
but you at least learn to identify with them.
It does start with empathy,
and then it goes through spiritual change.
You see the oneness
danglin’ everywhere,
and you want to make it right with all there is.
I guess that’s the stoppin’ point
for this poem:
let’s begin that shall we?
Tag: climate change
How’s Your Self-Made Star?
In and out cars,
this one
got longer hair.
I’ll print the trailer
one horse at a time.
In the first poem, [link]
the codpiece is about enlightenment.
We need our system’s input,
and we are too skeptical for God in our lives.
The horse and pony show
makes us system mean.
We rob flowers,
in all department stores.
Terrible consequences for wood.
We get ostracized and banished from society,
and this is kingdom hall.
We bleed and we say grace
in the wrong movement.
Can you discover this?
It chops us in half,
with special counsel.
You fool erase that paint.
I have to rein it in.
Crash on symbols.
Let me monopolize
ages of reason.
That’s think tank
in our purple yard.
It’s expensive to have sex
the behavior is wrong,
and that is defined culturally,
in sudden kingdoms.
I’m a Mastodon
that lost its way
in heavy equipment.
Society won’t forgive me for that,
and it only knows the spell of society.
Can you gauge that?
We pour out morality on our sleeve.
We bury there
all our common sense.
Hallelujah I’m saved,
says the Christian in the room,
and society’s muffled because of that,
as Christians enter the Legislature
and take over government
in halls of America.
A thousand and one evils,
they all blow up on society
in a Christian yard.
It helps itself
to the wrong measure of man.
We are so much more than behavior
and bended miles.
We can’t see straight.
We can’t even look.
We’re confounded by time.
They study us,
all these wrong people in the room,
the ones who think they know the right
and have their hands on power.
They wanna move us outta here,
where we pinpoint the throes of man.
You can’t lick this chocolate.
It’s time on Earth is few.
Everybody knows the dance,
but no one knows the realization
that we are loftier than our species,
that we can make it right,
one society at a time.
This is certain gold.
We are all cattle and sheep,
unwilling to find the destination of man.
We think it’s a religious figure
or an atheist’s technology
that tries to play God.
Can you character here,
find the Sun?
We revel in sweetness,
then shoot it down with our guns.
I don’t think we know what innocence is.
It’s cropped out in school,
and we lament the loss of innocence in children,
and we stand there and rob it from them
in the harmful environment of school,
and we wanna make it harder,
put them in there longer.
Can you see this?
This is the greatest fire on Earth,
makes society a slave model
and pits us against one another.
Have I reached the end
of this talk on climate change?
It’s not felled trees I’m talkin’ about
or branded water,
or the warmin’ skies.
Can we get down to business and do the Earth?
Can we see past our little lives?
Can we see the bigger ship
that man is and will become?
How do you land down here?
We have to get right with one another,
and that’s our climate change.
If we are going to get bigger than ourselves,
we’d have to see importance in every man, woman, and child.
No one is discounted.
We come together on love,
in every set of circumstances,
unless we have to stop killin’
and people in the violent act.
We have to be strong and swift for that.
Then love finds us again
healing lives.
This will give us breathin’ room
to discover ourselves.
Without this no one’s there,
except the few who manage to escape
society’s bellows.
Where have I placed you?
Where we need to go.
Where we need to be.
Can you refuse this?
Most people will.
Necessity will bring us to it
in the eventful years ahead.
I’m a blueprint magazine,
and I have my windward sail,
and you know I’m here.
I felt the wind blows.
How to translate our lives
a meaning shifting.
You can’t ground it good.
You can’t even spell it out.
Where does it come from?
Where is it going?
It’s larger than space and time.
We have our supernal roams.
This give rise to these,
the worlds,
and we know you’re in there Mr. Nithish.
It comes close to the bottom and close to the top,
but a world is a beanpole.
We stargaze there.
We champion our own rounds.
Oh come on come up.
How do you handle a hungry man?
With patience and loving-kindness,
unless you need to shoot ‘im,
‘cause he’s in our garden.
I’ve just mentioned to you the problem.
We don’t know when to quit.
Our lives are in danger here,
but defend ourselves means this:
too much overkill.
And what do you want?
I’m sorry I’m backin’ off.
Let’s make this count.
We don’t have to be at the dinner table
in the substance of our lives.
We can be bigger than kin
and they all wear my face.
Humpy Dumpty sat on a wall.
But we’re relieved to find
we are on our way,
once we know how to get movin’.
You there,
will you just sit there and smile?
The fear of death join our room.
Can we back up this yard?
We’ve got a whole lot to loud out,
and it’s time we did not let the fear of death stop us.
Who lands this creek?
You’ve got to get up and get moving,
knowing death is always there
circling you
and the lives of your loved ones.
Accept death hell,
we’re gonna learn to change it
a long time in the future.
Meanwhile,
we don’t let it stop us
from getting bigger than ourselves.
Oh my goodness wide movement.
Morality will help you there,
but it’s not the goal.
We live and die:
oh you’re bad
temple will cook,
because it’s not your religion anymore
the church seat.
Let’s gold bottom’s up.
Where Douglas?
We’ve reached stars,
all over ourselves.
We review the Sun,
the gold I was speaking of.
Can you hear it?
It’s right there on the tail end of this poem.
Let’s get busy with it,
gettin’ the strength to see it.
I give you links,
the bread and butter.
Let’s copy this on one another:
I love you.
Infinity Meets Its Stairwell
A different kind of story.
I’ll write it across the sky:
I am a poet of the Mother and Sri Aurobindo.
I’m a 12-year-old poet.
I am an original poet.
I’m a muse poet,
no help given
to the writing of this poem.
We have as little as possible to do with bounds.
Everything,
if you think of something divine,
it lights up.
Grape juice,
what’s the price?
To get this boy’s poem published?
Use the excellent hunter witchcraft.
This is by far the best boat.
We have an epiphany of being.
It lasts.
It shoulders reality.
It doesn’t go away.
It will be there when we get back.
That’s an ankle torn,
lavishly spent on nature.
I think we disappear awhile
into our compellings.
This could be a shade of grey,
or the self-righteous crowd.
We hang there.
We brood there.
We don’t know what it means.
I think Earth has taken us by the hand
to stumble some.
Are we workin’ things out?
We’re an operation reality.
So many meanings made clear
where we go wrong.
Can you see this?
It reaches us
right there where we’re at.
There is no perfection slave point.
We arrive there,
post-stumblings.
It’s as certain as Earth.
This is all in a car now.
We hump it some.
I can’t show you the Earth.
There are no fields there
perfection’s sum,
the arrived at.
I can only show you time
in her suspended miracle.
Each failing of Earth
gathers us.
It fixes us
where we find wounds.
I think the urge there is to heal,
in humanity,
and in ourselves.
What have we done to the Earth?
And you think this is out of step
with nature’s plan?
Of course we rob/ruin it. [words heard spoken simultaneously]
No other animal would do otherwise
in the glory of its day.
So how do we naturally put on?
Give the Earth time to heal
its man-plan.
This is far away from us?
You’ve got it in your hand.
We open Earth with it,
one story at a time,
stories big enough to see us,
because they’ve hit us in the quick of ourselves,
in what it means to be human.
We lavish such stories
in exaggerated can.
There are all humans to meet,
who spiritualize themselves
and bring out of them soul.
You can’t see this plan.
The story has made us discover ourselves
in an avoidance of Mars,
the tribe of our taboos,
that can make you vomit
if you find it close,
that can heal your scars
when you find it redemption.
What do we do with this?
He’s a pedophile throw him away.
You nincompoop,
this blesses us,
if we know it arrives at noon,
if we can call it our own,
sit with it
and not react.
I can’t spy this in for you.
You’ve got to see it yourself.
You’ve got to be there with the Earth
where she most needs.
You’ve got to be open to chance,
and from bad things can come good things,
if we arrive there.
The Earth is a joy shout out.
It means somethin’.
Every separate thing
loosened from its coils
came from her divinity’s roll out.
Some have become perverted in the mask of space.
They have a divine element.
They come back to themselves,
over and over again,
if we can find that purpose put.
And the pedophile becomes a purpose maker
in the intensity of small children.
Instead of sex he gives them stars.
Your disbelief is operating now.
It blights this page,
and I’m stuck with it,
have to sit with it and stare at time.
You won’t release me.
And we’re crowdin’ in on time.
My boy has submitted his first poem
to a literary showcase
here in India.
There will be others.
He’s 12,
and comes upon us another snag:
did he write this?
You maniac,
you are horrible disbelief.
You would destroy the world if you could,
rather than read his poetry lie down.
I’m making it visible now,
Nithish’s hotspot,
where he finds muse.
This is in our certain poetry together
in the soliloquy of love.
A shapeshifter,
I’ve morphed into my true form:
hello there boy,
I’m intensity of consciousness open up
to intensity of purpose,
hanging your own star.
Watch that glow.
Good God that’s purpose,
smellin’ salts.
Stories that make you puke,
stories that rhyme with the Earth,
calculate us
and make us see.
They involve with us
to every hand’s on healing.
Do tell,
and here I am in that yard.
Wrap me around the world, will yah?
I’m certain.
Watch it,
a fuller opera,
a zero point ignition,
reaches Earth.
Calls Climate Change
Drop climate change off at the house, the hypocrisy of everyday people, the climate of everyday people, the Rottweiler of everyday people, their business. Climate change, now showing at your house. We gotta get out of this. It’s a consumer nightmare. How much simpler our lives could be if we tried. That Rottweiler is resistant to change. Lovely creature though. Some do it. You’d be pleased to announce I’m not preaching at you. I’m preaching at me. Whatta we do with this? Turn off lights and stoves and only sparingly wash clothes. Whatta we do with the refrigerator? Now that’s a tough one. We could do a lot better. We buy enough crap to begin with. My God the waste in my house. It could start the day. My God the crap in my house. The allergies make the air conditioning livable in such a warm climate, but it could be turned off to save noon. I’m not sayin’ live without it, but let’s treat it like the luxury it is. We need it sometimes. Oh Lord don’t take my A/C away. [heard sung to tune of “You Are My Sunshine”] I think that’s got the paper. Alright fine, but can it join us in the room? What did the refrigerator say? It didn’t it’s just got military handles. You mean like hot water? Do we really need it right now? All the amenities, they’re starin’ us in the face. Can I write another poem? Can you spare me the mayonnaise? I don’t wanna write this poem. It’s not my baked bread. Living conditions suck without electricity, but I think we all could get better at using it. It’s the semblance of noon, all along town. Can you see it? Brush with health the climate enforcer. We get sick doin’ it. No health reasons you neglect. Don’t make yourself ill. The climate can stand a little bit of you in it. We’re just armed for change. We don’t charge each other’s property with you must do this or else. Can you understand the reason behind that? You blister change with the wrong attitude, and it won’t work.
So where do we go for change? In our relations with one another. That’s the ballpark/battleground. [words spoken simultaneously] We have to learn to live with each other without spite. Can you find a person that knows this on the environmental frontlines? They’re too busy charging other people with spite. This doesn’t work. It just blows up in your face. I’m tellin’ the Greta Thunbergs that. A climate change activist, we need better human beings. Can you just open your eyes and look? What does your patrol car grant us? More ill will. Can we get around this? How do you show people they’re wrong without hating them for it? That’s the climate needs better. We’re just stubborn mules when it comes to seein’ that. Just ask the press. Okay animals get busy, force this on people. I’m givin’ you the smell of the thing. I don’t think you care about me. You have a place card. This makes your life feel better. You’re an active ingredient. You’re an activist for change. We push people. We don’t know how to make them see. Maybe you’re lookin’ at the wrong equipment. We need a change in heart. Can you care about people, or are we all just numbers trashin’ the planet? Where do we see this? In our very hands. Protest movements awake! We have to get better at bein’ people. We have to be better human beings. Where do we go for that? In the living room. It’s anybody you talk to, have dealings with. You make them feel special like you care. Now that’s the whale in the room. Can you really care? I don’t think so, not without some life assignment, where you learn to put love first, so much so love hurts. These are vulnerable feelings, and you put every man, woman, and child there. Can you find them? They’re your next door neighbor.
Now let’s go to police cops in the room.
You can’t force anybody to do anything
and get the safety you want.
You just step on them,
and they resent you for it.
Vegans everyone?
And you’ve stepped on the world.
This is not everybody’s diet.
It’s a religion to some people.
It’s got hoofs on it.
Mainstream media’s pushin’ it.
This does not carry us to safety.
We’re the animal in the room.
Stop eating meat’s a practice,
no animal products at all an intolerance.
It’s too extreme
for our world venture.
You would have to know country home,
in an impoverished district,
to understand the impropriety of veganism,
and I didn’t just say rare places on earth.
So many of us live in poverty.
I’m gonna eat,
and I don’t need vegans robbin’ my plate.
You’re not sustainable.
Good afternoon.
Incredible,
time goes through,
I went to that place:
non-veg
is not the meat anymore.
It’s a vegetarian diet we all live on.
We just get out our laser guns
and put fish on the menu.
It’s a laboratory
the actual change ahead is calling.
Mystical experience
will dynamic each other.
It’s just one of those things.
Animals are friends and we don’t eat friends.
That group identity,
it’s gonna take place in our living room,
and the camel down the street is a part of it.
No one gets left out,
but a camel gets so close to our notion of self,
we ride them that’s their comfort zone,
and there’s your horse.
What are you talking about?
The substance of our change.
Art is listened to whatever we ride,
and make it better.
Am I making any sense?
We’re not legalistic about anything.
We’re flexible to survive.
Unbelievable
the amount of sacrifice
our survival depends on.
We all have to do it.
It doesn’t come about on its own.
We’re military historians.
Can I show you a battle with yourself
all won?
This rules the day:
self-sacrifice on the frontlines.
Choke climate change.
Don’t make him the monster.
We reach inside and pull out our humanity,
and our skills at that does the rest.
Now let’s go back to that army book you’re readin’,
the news media,
that big journalistic thug.
Do we really have to crap in our beds?
Are you sure you want us to be mean to each other?
Do you have to hate the climate denier?
Cows,
there’s more responsible
than just not wanting them to fart.
On fire
farming methods.
Practicing that,
making animals safe and comfortable.
Is it catch those devils,
sick really,
who make milk and eggs
an animal’s
holocaust?
We’re not into punish people.
Look at them.
Stop buying their products.
Shoulder with them
their responsibility.
And we can get them to see reason.
Are you an older brother? I’m a way station man. I’m hearin’ the bagpipes sing. Remind yah survival’s an organized emergency we all do together. That dog got me order? Beautifully. Love made him do it. We’re in our protocol if a person could handle on his deep emotions. He’s a vehicle for change. The balls that we make here are women’s kinds of things. They’re empathically arranged. He sees in court as not ethically arranged. We’re gonna sleep on it, see what we outta do. I woke up and went over it as a dream. Your approach is sound sir. I was dealin’ with late ideas. The ability to help one another, it’s in every classroom. My God it’s like Auroville pops off its angel. I should have living with the fears. There’s no hurry for development. It’s in the air we have to do this now. Helping’s free, I’d give him to help. We have time bro. Your doomsday has an opinion across the street. We can avoid a piece of chicken. We can avoid fish. A lot do it and they’re vegetarian. Good excellent I support that cause. He just stepped out onto the floor, one help, one happen. It’s too early to damage every restaurant now. There’s a lot we can do to get started. It’s not the end of the world yet. No hot water, it starts off inflexible. Our attitudes to change kill it. Come to where the prize is: may I help you? Don’t sit there and demand people change. It’s got our stuff on it, and you go in a museum to destroy a work of art because you’ve got the proof you got a lot about you needs changed. It’s character armor not climate change we need to see before we can get at that climate change. Can you hear me Ms Greta Thunberg? Can you accomplish this? We need to see each other first. Gun naked balance own big time. We’re tryin’ to get that settled in first: we’re all responsible. It takes better human beings to tackle climate change. The problem’s combining the too essential with the ordinary. Can you see that?
A miracle where he stood. This is about enlightenment our next trip. You don’t know it’s there. It’s a Buddhist word that means many things. The enlightened state of being is my crossover with it. It’s deep and it’s heavy. You are not yourself anymore. You’re a non-egoed consciousness seein’ the world. It’s oneness’ state of being, nonduality’s headquarters. There’s no separation between you and an object save you’re there. You can stand on your own two feet. It’s not just a mesh of everything. No one can describe this state. Normal regular consciousness is the external at large. You can’t grasp realization by the horns. It’s too realization deep. You have no boundaries to speak of, but you wear them for the play. You’ve stepped into real greatness. You’re an enlightened being. You have no fears anymore. You are a center for nature to do her works, for the divine to act. You are not the initiating repository. You just ride the seas a passive instrument in God’s hands. We’re goin’ there, you, me, and everyone, regardless of your creed. It’s a long way off for the race to achieve. This individual door has been opened always few and far between. A quickening is coming, and we will grapple with this state. I think some will fight it, of course. We’re headed toward that now. I’m a medium for this change, one of many. I don’t know how many there are. Let’s see if I pull it up, and that will put my words in the right place. This is exceedingly huge in front of me, and I get scared sometimes, and I know what to be scared for. I’ve been there a time or two momentarily, else I couldn’t talk like this. Right now I’m just dry on this. It’s miracle not natural change, and that has to change. I have to see it as the order of the day.
My days are spent grappling with the impossible. There is so much more to life than anybody wants to know, and you’re left with a big gulf you have no knowledge to cross, no matter how much knowledge you gain. The world is big you understand. Who can fathom existence? But we have the way station of enlightenment to get us there. There’s more to come, but that’s where we begin. Hold out for more. Is climate change all there is to change? Are we just working for our survival? If we reach the stars, then what? It’s another planetary marvel? There’s more to life’s room than you live in this house and do these things, than the existential field in front of you. We can go beyond doing. We can be larger than our field. The world does not bind us. We are strangers in a strange land. Life is magnificent in her shoes. Typified somewhere in art is life’s grandness. Life is bigger than her existence, than climate change. You should all panic says the frightened child, be very afraid says the press. Is that so? Sit down. It’s always like this: emergency’s got us noon. If you don’t push people around the world will end, come on see the test you’re in. Can you outgrow yourself? You have a large spoon. Hello poem. Hello world. Well let’s get at it.
If the water wanted to it could stir your mind
up to pits your brain. [spoken at the end of a dream where I was being healed of being raped, although I hadn't been and was just playing along so to be safe from a would-be robber, by people chanting and pouring water and herbs over me as I knelt down in the center of them]
We’re, we’re thinking.
We see where the water comes from.
That’s the science-found equation,
such a big skeleton.
It is a thing upon the air.
We grow it in Petri dishes.
We see it everywhere.
It’s life force,
can’t you just tell by looking at?
It’s not wonderful solving human.
It’s angry, hateful, and mean.
It’s in our land,
has penetrated our children’s lives.
It’s gonna get worse.
It’s time to act
now
upon this monster.
The last thing your burger could be is a flavor
of murdered animal.
Alright people it’s mean.
What?
We knock ourselves silly.
Can we identify the problem?
It’s hatred and ill will
spread out upon the land
on the inside.
That’s the problem.
We garden with it.
That’s our accident.
That’s the science confusion.
I am tired of this broadcast:
we need climate change to stop heat,
and hate is so rampant among us.
Can you see it?
Look in your heart.
Look in your mind.
You won’t find it anywhere else
where you can directly work on it.
Yah hear what I’m sayin’?
Where does your hatred find fingers in the real world? In the pedophile’s bed lay, even the kind that don’t molest children. I think we’ve hit the hot spot in everyone. In that American audience this is more pronounced than ever. QAnon anyone? They rule the show. We’ve looked at hatred with our hands, and we’ve looked at the hottest variety, but there it is your companion in so many places, at the supermarket for example when you’ve revealed yourself to them riding there among them. Come on let’s get outta here. I’ve got a surprise bottle, not what you’re lookin’ for Mimie. Michael Jackson wore this. I’m safe from him. I’ve exploded keys. I would like to hunt you down and kill you. There are so many of you, and we’ve ruled exactly that page. You’re learning the thought book that mesmerizes each other, your outrage that helps you goin’. As soon as he pays you’re probably gonna murder him anyway, because you think you can go Emmett Till and get away with it. We think we can go. Let’s all a bunch of play that’s no work to yah. You hate each other silly in perspectives. What is gonna wake you up? You manage this. I don’t need to sit through a movie I need to sit through things here. [spoken at the end of a dream where I’d just arrived at an orphanage to be a resident child there, and the assistant to the director was telling me I could go to the movies with the director and children he was taking] You had only wanted brains at the moment, and you’d left the heart to rot. You federal people. You don’t hate anyone. You could explode yourself, take a gun and shoot everybody. Hate’s got that gun, hate the rapist at large, any Tom, Dick, and Harry who stole the street. A nation takes a scapegoat and makes Jews outta them. Mr. Blackwell, Black man, you think he’s a social disease, don’t yah, and let’s not forget the corporate managers. They need to be shot. God damn your next door neighbor, his music’s too loud, and you just hate that shopkeeper. You got there first. Why, he cut you off in traffic, that son of a bitch. Any number of things, and you apply hate in its place. Voyeur it in your mind, don’t you hate those people.
Okay I’m through. I need a better climate. Well it’s process work, that you understand the direction. Any constitution, ninety percent of the battle is get it outta the heart, and it is being done very slowly. There’s Jesus cop, oh my Jesus oh my good. [spoken at the end of a dream where a tank had just come to the rescue of people about to be killed, the tank firing away, focus on the tank commander, who was halfway out of the hatch and ordering commands] Come, come, come, come, it’s a climate emergency. We hate each other on the inside. You see the climate emergency? Even animals have a right to regard. We hate them too. Oh that burger taste good, but I’m hearin’ a cow in there, and I’m not open to rough spots yet, but at least I’m ready to acknowledge the cow. Murderous cow disease, can I get over that? Well, you’ve seen my banker. I’m gonna begin to feel them. I’m not gonna shut out anybody. We’ve got a climate to get better. I’m not gonna hate anybody. There, I’ve said your peace, and we’ve made a climate change, the secret buffalo that helps us make the right decisions that gives us climate justice. This is what we need to see to unequivocally change the world, and there we go. Got it critical mass.
Of their winners we have the announcements. They made spiritual enlightenment where they found water. They made spiritual enlightenment the goal of the game. They came to us in broad planes. I don’t even know where he is. In a horrible ruling mansion nobody wants to go. Have you ever seen freedom do it? I’ve got a broadcast for yah. Here put this on. [vision of being seated at a computer chair I don’t recognize and taking off my pullover shirt and putting on a blue, American football jersey that changed into a purple one once it was on] I’m on my way.
But the Corporations, Human After All
Poet’s magnificent phase,
I’ve got a better business model.
See the ground work?
Will they catch the spirit?
No.
So what in the world is going on?
A blog post,
now that’s goin’ on.
You brought it up.
Just put it on harm’s end,
and Coca Cola will be,
be their commercials.
They almost art.
You’re going after
big monster,
you’re gonna hear the whole song.
That’s executive Coke.
I do believe you have your organization.
When you identify with them,
it’s like watching a robot.
They just can’t help it.
Government services
will only draw pennies.
Don’t drink their milk.
Broke the standard
arrest them kill them.
I don’t know you put an incubator there.
It’s a house of love.
They can’t leave till they learn it.
Goodwill breeds goodwill.
You’re dealing with character change,
you must respect
the enormous obstacles in their way.
I’ve given you the formula.
See how Norway checks it out.
But you’re talkin’ about now.
You can have it,
something on the lime machine,
a screw you piece of paper,
and that won’t solve anything.
How do you bark?
Now let me study this problem please.
Wew, these people I’ve got to reach.
Can you show them your humanity?
Don’t just walk away.
Be engaged with them.
Let them go through all the stages of friendship together.
You can do that in your writing.
Target maturity spots,
a senior executive,
or someone just vocal
about being a harm product.
Why don’t we have organizations gathered in peace?—
friendship quests,
a center of goodwill.
How do you probe this?
With the feats of your heart.
I’m talkin’ genuine concern
for the person you want to reach.
Enough of you do that they’ll listen,
and even if they don’t
you’ve made inroads into safety.
Some of them
will answer your call,
and you’ve got a horse in a moving body for change.
Can I get you to see this?
It’s the way we do it,
take on the corporations.
We’re dealin’ with each other’s stuff.
It grabs us all.
Patience my dear friend and you’ll remember.
I was such an asshole to my niece wasn’t I,
or I have somebody I treat like shit.
It takes eyes to see
we’re all in this together.
When you crawl out of the community,
what’s you thinkin?
Won’t these voices
cross this bridge with me?
Identify with the people.
That means love.
You have to really identify.
That’s what you’re doin’ here by the way,
learnin’ how to bring love in every picture.
Can you grasp that?
It’s our mission in life.
Do you hear me Steven?
Harm's End 