Now pedophilia,
that’s the most indistinct thing there.
You are taken
this close.
And I just hang there.
I have nothing to show for it.
You’re in a square seat
behind holes of reality.
You’ve got the best seat on earth,
larger than mankind.
You don’t bow to no one.
You’re really there.
You’re the right person
to handle the Word.
You are Our go man.
You are not some blind wall.
We listen to you.
It’s a conscious place in there.
You feel the world.
You feel in there.

The dawn of a new age
between icebergs.
We can’t let the stories out.
Regal and important,
they show us our under wares.
We can’t see them
because the gatekeeper says no.
They move us,
give us another time,
tranquille.
We can’t find the time to read them.

A Green Beret,
I parachuted into Germany with an atom bomb.
No, Luna puppy,
I’ve jumped out of Mars.
I’d love to tell yah the story.
One single incident
would be almost big enough,
but I’ve landed Silent Mind.
On the approach
to return to this land.
It makes gold for good seeing.

Memorable wares,
I’ve put poems on mountaintops,
in the station of Mount Sinai
and on the 14 Stations of the Cross
in Old Jerusalem.
I put “The Last Man on Earth”
in the sarcophagus of the Great Pyramid in Egypt.
A few people saw me do it.
It wasn’t a landslide.

I travelled the world a vagabond pilgrim
in the early days of the net
and did not record it there,
for years.
Country to country saw me soup,
and I gathered myself there.
In one tall swoop,
long before I left Houston,
a Classical Greek scholar I was,
I became the person I am presiding over all these lives.
I became my Godself on high.
I mean I went up there
long enough to know Who I am.
That started my life.
I was born in that moment
as one who stretches the Earth.

What a thing to say
if you’re just some yahoo,
even with all the trailers
this poem has shown you.
Can you hear them?
I’m not dyin’ in my lunch.
I’m a livin’ breathin’ testament
of I have lived sir,
man I have lived ma’am.
Can you see that way?
Do you even care?
X-men have got you by the heart,
and the Avengers have blinded you,
story after story of savin’ the world,
and the human can’t even get there.
We bleed our stories
so they make Earth pretend,
so they grasp the wrong value,
so they tattletale in our arms.

Can we find our soul?
Would you believe it’s not a person?
And it’s not our stars.
It’s an ocean down a deep well
that you can find if you get there
falling sleep.
I took my conscious that far,
falling,
over several days of exploration,
and I found my soul.
Are you on the move?
And you think you’re only on the outside
travelin’?

Who’s cleaning this mess up?
My goodness guy.
And we’ve met the soul watch.
Our personhood has launched it
to develop life.
That’s why it’s here.
When you find it you activate that,
and it cleans up messes,
and it’s inevitable you rise
a soul see.
I’ve grounded that,
and I turn the tables on you.
I don’t think you’ve found that ocean yet.

And I have found the stars
where I sit,
and I have found the Earth where I sit.
The soul has brought me here.
It’s larger than mountains,
more infinity than space,
and that’s our standin’ ground.
It’s all over the place.
It’s in this room right now
greater see.

I’m here to show you the real.
I entered this world a pedophile,
and all you’ve heard
has been my means to change.
I could not just be a normal citizen,
not in my brood,
not where my society reach romantic heart,
not in my roving center
where I attracted to the world.
You don’t understand polyp,
and you think freewill is everywhere.
I gunned this life.
I really put it on,
the role a lifetime keeper.
I am here before you today
on poet watch.
I give you the stars.
I give you the formula for change.

Will you unload that
to where the voice can see it,
the net speaker?
I’m comin’ to yah today
where we meet the Earth.
I’m not sutterin’.
I am right there.

What just happened?
I gathered the rainbow
and showed it to yah,
and showed yah who you are.
You are that God on high,
the One I described above.
It is the Maker.
It is the Shaker.
It is Who we all are
in the dynamics of deity,
and here we all are
lost in the world we have created,
foundering in the universe we began,
and we need to get there,
to our creator self,
where it meets us here.

That’s the gist of the story,
of every story on earth.
I populate it now
with facts,
with a storyline.
Understanding?
Give it all you got.