The emotional cost of suffering, that’s just the same age as my three-year-old son. Where do we light these lamps? You can’t get at this with your green card. Understanding dawns slowly, or it doesn’t dawn at all.
Blow it out of proportion, everything you see in a day. We are present moment bound. The rocks and the rivers and the trees and the forest, they spend time with you there. You can’t seem to sort it out. The past is a distant mirror, the future a scary glow, and the eternal now escapes your grasp.
Did that just happen, my childhood all in tatters? I’ve learned to wear the good moments my social persona. Oh you bleeding heart liberal, shut up. I make even the liberals mad.
The child is what’s wrong with humanity, your child you wear on your sleeve. It’s all in a day’s work, make that child behave and wear diapers. Keep them out of our hair. Oh fuck it’s duty time, and even if we pay close attention, we rob them of their feelings.
Don’t feel that feel this. I want you to. It’s a holocaust of toddler feelings keeping them clean and pampered. The Earth Mother approves no, no, that’s free, your self-exploratory muscle in the mud pullin’ your own flowers, you naked little thing.
It’s not all about socialization or managin’ their time. Do you want their attention? I was gonna put a bridge on, a warm, comfortable love free from the world all available to you now. Let’s get you cleaned up and eat.
The origin of sufferin’ in the breakdown of the bicameral mind, / GooGoo and Gaga speak out. It’s psychedelic in here you know. We’re all over the place, and those body feelin’s are meshed with the world, and even the refrigerator has eyes. Watch me bump my head and punish what I hit. I fell down and the world made me, sneaky fellow.
Alright fine, spank them, and masters of the universe has just defeated their life. You don’t know the cost of touch here. You’re not trippin’. Fine, fine, we’ll put them in Montessori. I don’t think you know the cost of raising a child. Am I escapin’ reality?
Square one we need a new society. It can’t be based on money it has to be based on children, and the thought is God. We are raising God. Now put God’s hands upon the Earth. Low and behold we have a new Earth.
Eating orchids, there we are, and sittin’ on moonbeams, I am a conservative population. Ride ‘em out this-a-way: practice silence; practice not letting them get the best of you; practice understanding, and of course you’re conservative. The world is strong, ain’t it? Rise up and be counted when your vote’s to be counted, and do a lot of that. Don’t argue with trees. Don’t just use your own bull. See the larger picture in everybody.
Now you want social change? Well let’s just take a baseball bat and conservative them to death. Okay how not to change the world. Shove it up their ass. Wave your flag all over the place. Slap them for it. Tease them and tease them and tease them. Be stupid. Don’t have patience with anybody. Call yourself a woke person and them not. Take their children and educate them your opinion. Announce it on the news everybody must adopt policy.
Are you runnin’ for reelection? Don’t put people down. Let your human rights win by so much suffering seen tellin’ the stories that change the times. You like to whip kids? Double down on that explainin’ what it means to be whipped by the confusion that child felt whipped too his father was beating him, his mother too. Don’t show them Nazis show them children in their underwear.
And what was the issue that broke a nation? It wasn’t readin’ story time to kids in drag row, but let’s offend a nation so we can be seen. What was the hot tiger? We do away with gender roles now, understanding the underpinnings of society just crisscross and change down people’s throats. We are divided in sexes you and me, and that’s the pumpkin we wear. Less value on them pumpkins. We need to change society so we can be men and women too.
Who understands me? Get rid of that pumpkin. We stand at the threshold of evolution I am a man I am a woman in one machine, and my God that takes a long time. I mean we can loosen up now the sex roles. You know the story about it? I mean even Nazis will identify with it. Can you get at that spirit in the machine? It’s town hall. Now let’s double down on them sex roles educatin’ a public kindly.
What’s next on our flag? We need to kill people when they offend us. I been waitin’ a long time, and I got ‘im yesterday, the son of a bitch. I think we all do it, wearin’ some fantasy get even. Look at Trump. Oh shit I broke my own rules.
I’m not in the play yard. I’m where we hold meaning for each other. It’s a national pastime bein’ offended, Annie get your gun. We break together on this, break apart in two. It’s the standard wear. It’s the plays of the crowd.
Where is our anthem now? Oh say can you see [sing line] a people better on Earth than the average kind, the real givers of society, whose dynamics brighten Earth’s future? I’m not callin’ names. I’m asking you to be bigger people on the Earth, and yeah I’ll join hands too. You got that right. Now sing along: my country tis of thee [sing line] I’m a better person. I get bigger at bein’ human, truly free, sincerely free.
The discipline is there in the conservative run of the road. It’s not easy to reach them, but they’re great adapters when they’re on strike, when they’ve had enough of whatever regime they listen to. Let me tell yah somethin’. It’s on and at the gates history repeats itself, and a dictator, he’s gonna show who he is. It didn’t happen. We felt sorry for him. Five times I put air in my eyes. She’s so dirty, I mean in armpits.
What in the hell did I do with my knife? He will get called on his bluff. Don’t worry about it. Did that boy call? This is not normal. This is like on steroids flutter a nation away. Who just heard that? The whole Democratic party. When conservatives do we’re in business, tap, tap, tap, tap, and the role of his dictator will be taken away. I don’t think so. How did you get in my poem Gone With the Wind? Conservative, wow like I put you down for science when the roles are clear.
Meet me halfway will yah? You’re like makin' boxes I know that one. We need to give this guy some seabiscuits. Anyway I’m in an armchair just rollin’ out the dice. I can’t promise you my opinion. Take my hand and just spit on yours. It’s the most country in the world that changes the world with policy. Spit it on the hand of the world. You did it. He turned the world astray for a second, fighting the questionnaire. Who me? A conservative finally woke up.
They followed the lantern, the orchid. I didn’t tell yah the story. Let’s look at rich people shall we? And we caught them unawares. I mean they been the tax in the machine. There’s so many issues it’s a report. They’re just doin’ us shoppin’. They’re the head scapegoat, a rat. Oh shit, put likes all green, as if they climbed out of that hole and did it. Did you help society my dear? I mean be on steroids shootin’ money makin’ to the stars. Get out from under them, that’s our movie.
Change politicians at reelection. Are you sayin’ what I think you’re sayin? You mean no candidates can be rich people? I don’t know how you grab it by society, but just get the rich out of office and any clothes they wear, and campaign funds are not accepted from anybody on a campaign to keep the rich out of them pies. Learning off the wall, campaign funds have destroyed our democracy you and me. Up and up towards the explosion, we give each candidate a certain amount and that’s it.
And that’s it. We’re just talkin. I’m just localizin’ Nithish in my poem, everything he asked for so society don’t cheat ‘im of a childhood he deserves. I signal the end of makin’ it for business. Make society good for our children see, and can we have a brand new world? You have something the willpower heal. We need more of that. Well it’s the first time. We’ve been runnin’ this a long time. Social change, let’s get it busy. Dammit a sinking fuel mankind, conduct taxi no I didn’t talk to ‘im at all. Shooting the pile of the pee, well I just come along try to help yourself stop this drillin’ machine.
Come on, the last magnet. It’s easy. It’s not easy. We’re damned to see. Mowin’ the sand, and it’s got to be dirty. We’re human. We followed the water magnet. Molten lava. And of course candidate. Go back and forth and meditate, I couldn’t think of anything else. That’s the wrong station. You’re not on top of Old Smokey. At the gates makin’ better children makin’ better society. Damn, let’s take society by the horns will yah? That’s the shotgun. You got your air paws. You don’t forget that. Luxurious huh? There we are an internet used for social change. Boxes they’re not always squeeze you tight. Cash in delivery. Now social change. Now do what I do. Jump and sort of fly into midair. [sing this and above line] Fear is the meanest mind killer. Open a can of whip ass. Hey, there you go. It’s the wrong time to be mean and insulting and rude. We’re at the movie, and the roles are clear.
Image from Plate 14 of William Blake’s Jerusalem, 1804–1820 (public domain)
I hate the shoot up of this wad. If I use sexual imagery you’re bound to buy me. We are not at our survival, and there’s not a bear chasing us. You’re in your kitchen or master room, hanging on every word to get clear reasons to put me in jail or finally prove I’m wrong you public think.
Let’s unload this on the public floor. I don’t know what it is either. I’m hearing things write down, a used garbage pail to most of you cats. Chop me to pieces will yah? I’m on Earth today getting pretty desperate election time on that world bar America. Trump just got elected, and I’m sorry folks he’s dead. The vehicle would shoot everybody. We can’t have him in office, understand?
What’s gonna happen? You can’t get America right again. The Right will take over, and all the policies that will police yah, and religion will have a field day brewin’ public opinion Christianity stalks. We can’t even stop it only aware of our own agenda, not necessarily nice. The world will change. American mean in it. To grow up in the new country, to grow up in the United States, you will see foreigners as twisted sisters come here and buy all of yah.
What’s the inner being like? It’s your pick this evening, to bring that nightmare further: oh my God America’s change. It will really throw rights out the window. You can’t play anymore puddin’ and spice. Get fuckin’ outta here! Who knows how many crossword puzzles paid for breakfast, and they weren’t even supposed to be admitted in the news. I’ve been here my whole life, and I study reality. Never mind, they were makin’ I need paper towels, but this won’t happen: nobody mops up the spilled blood. They talk about more than fuck out.
I thought maybe you’d grab a horn and keep America from gettin’ in office where Trump runs it. It’s dire emergency. Get with the lesson plan: we need a new world, the divine human being getting ready on our tops, not the Bible said today, a religion in office.
Spider monkeys, somebody’s gonna have to put lead in their bullets, and do more than just chime, and vote them suckers down far out of thirty minutes, like a rollin’ pin. You need elections, this election, beat her up, go out there and get milk, from the Statue of Liberty. That’s not all she wrote.
My own show, it is very opening. (vision with the line of scrolling down my blog Harm's End, but the only image showing was one which illustrates a post, a photo of a Black man of about a 100 years ago holding a guitar, obviously an expert on it. The post is about my past life as a Black guitar player who was killed by the KKK, burned alive, for playing in White joints. The vision ended there and the scrolling down) Poetry as a means to communicate words of action is nobody’s pick me up. They suck. They tell the truth. I’m out of fields today, and I don’t know what more expression I can write, hallelujah, amen. Keep Trump out of office.
I’m actually a century before. I don’t know what they had in mind, the colony who populates divine word. Give ‘em an hallucinogen, the reader I can’t see. It heightens everything, even Auroville, but no I didn’t take one today, or since I became better at knocking on wood, years ago. I can’t stomach your audience. Is that Auroville? No I speak to America from, doggy style. Don’t get Trump in office.
Is this the Hallelujah Trail? No it’s not it’s language. I eat camera’s all the time, the one I told you about yesterday in your own cabin. In the history of Trump I stop wanderin’ around. These are the votes. I’m the vote that let’s you know divine will in the matter. Compared to our official engagement, even Saturday Night Live can’t keep up. This hole in the ground, this hole in the wall, has consequences I’m gettin’ away. Grandiose title, ain’t it, Thought About Rainbows? Try on Earth some more. You deserve them.
