Grab a nice haircut
these rolling pins.
They know how to handle the vital in certain situations,
the ones where they meet the real world.
Do you call them cough suppressants?
It’s not about denial anything.
They lift up the world.
They love it into being.
Did you know creation is starlight?
They are on the forefront of that.
They don’t waste time.
Even sleep they use to their advantage.
They are not kingpins.
They have a guru master
guides them every day
where their inner being meets the world.
It’s inner contact crisp and clean.
It’s the inner consciousness guide,
and they soul with the world.

How big are their thoughts?
They carry Earth.
This is every day.
Civilization,
well they feel inside,
like they have evolved with man
through every Kris Kringle,
amazed we no longer live in caves
and now live in modernity.
They are the house of humankind.
They’re on the whereabouts of man.
They hold man tight,
are all over its feeling
joining God there.
They intercede for man
in the harshness of his journey.
This is wide open fire,
and they can identify with the rule and the snake,
wanting what’s best for the peoples of the Earth,
wanting freedom to be and to choose
the greatness of each individual.
They’re seeing what they need to do to change
and be the staircase of man,
the help in his endeavor
to have compassion for all
and bully no one.

This is their strange keeper,
these heroes of the thought of man.
They reach out for the growth of everybody,
even those we despise
and call evil.
This is their special operation,
but they can confront evil in the world
and make no bones about it.
They can see behind the scenes
and reveal evil in its place.
You will not find them safe here.
They expose evil.
Alright I’ll send it to yah.
You are very selfish.
I don’t know it’s been fusing.
Leave this to yourself;
get married and have kids;
do not stand up for
these divine fools;
throw them in the clink
with your fumbles with love.

I don’t know it has any power,
the system we wear in shoes
to put the name of the Lord on.
This world here will eat you alive,
but I’m game.
I give God my all.
I don’t throw him in the dirt.
Come on,
get goin’.
I’ve heard some living out here?
We go to school.
Do you call your name Mrs. Kravitz?
He put no.
Well I am about your bed.
I’m at the end of your feet.
I test the ground of your heart.
We’ll give it to yah,
a safe haven.
It goes through the community;
it goes through the communication
in honor to meet the jump rope.

I’ve really crafted it the way it is
says the community ring.
All the raccoons are pretty.
Please stay in the car
Luna.
She just had a…
There’s something over there.
There’s something else.
She knows that you’re protecting her.
Luna in this exploratory relationship
do business
as members of the community.
Can you come over here?
You’re a mountain clan.
Will you please deal our dog right?
She never leaves our side.
No fenced in in the backyard for her.
No putting her on some chain.
She is our honey child.
Let her walk among you.
She’s walkin’ to her next life human,
and you can you grasp that with a dog?
Their soul rang out
you’ll move ahead
letting me be by my masters.
Do you see the relationship?
Good.

I’m just leavin’
for my own house in the woods.
Participate
in your wholesome community.
Alright I will not roar
my own special status,
but will a poet be admitted?
And in his verse is a new society
for a better world.
Can I be a poet among you
challenging the way we do things?
This gets me in trouble,
why I’m here.
Douglas and I are searching goals here.
We’re looking for a better land.
That okay?

Days of unity,
all this is a unity project,
and we’re not just separate neighbors,
nor alone isolated individuals
in a world.
We are everything,
and everything is us.
We are part of oneness’ clan.
We cultivate that help.
We live that example
a sacrifice doin’ it,
not a free-for-all,
not a give everything away,
a balanced, measured diet of oneness
that knows our strengths and weaknesses
and our own importance to the group.
We are learning oneness as we go along,
and great that field play.

Fifteen seconds ago
forces of power moved us from our home,
the power that destroys lives.
I was writing poetry on the beach.
It angered the local kingpins.
They threw away the Constitution and got rid of me.
We fled in haste.
We are refugees.
Can you put that into your hat and smoke it?
Can you consider us with kid gloves?
Thank you kindly.
It is our effort to be kind too.
We’re in the woods,
the place we wanna be,
the place we feel asked for us,
if you can see correspondence in roadways.
This is exciting for us.
This is wonderful.
This is joy in the Lord.
Everpresent,
he is our refuge.
He is our one at hand.

We’re forgetting
how huge he is with you too.
It’s just isolated stupidities
in the greatness of the Lord.
We bask in him
and turn our trucks towards him.
Hallelujah you do too,
and we are thankful for that.
God is great.
God is wonderful.
God is our sudden being
in the fullness of time,
and all of you,
yes we see your indwelling divinity.
We see the One that you are.
We see mystery behind your eyes
that gathers all existence unto itself.
Sometimes we have to pinch ourselves to find it,
but we endeavor never to slap you forgetting it.

How does a poet ride evil then?
How does a poet point out a needed change
and not neglect his power,
her force?
With no hate,
and the whole poem will tell you what it’s about.
I’ve been here,
to the Lord’s altar,
and I heard what to say,
and meditate
on what I have written.
It doesn’t go lightly my Lord.
Have a good night.
Have a beautiful day.
Have a glorious day.

We go out.
We go down.
These weapons in our hands,
this is why
we last well with each other
if our weapons are not hurting other people.
Om to find One,
I slept in Om.
I did not just shoot somebody
with no regard to their safety.
I challenged them
to put goodness on their pathways,
to champion the thought of love,
to broker peace between us.

Can you get that right?
Not everybody will be pleased.
Some will say you’re wrong.
How do we change then,
if it’s not put before us?
What is nonviolence in speaking?
Sometimes you have to will to change.
Sometimes you have to go the distance
to give someone a mirror to look at
to honor
the gateway to peace.
Is that size up?
It’s not puttin’ anyone down
in mean speech.
It’s not striking out in anger
or blind reaction.
It wants someone to see themselves
and make change.
With some it is impossible,
but you follow the Spirit’s lead.

I’m here, I’m here
to help you remember
you have these tigers,
and you know you never change.
The impossible seem the odds.
Then the Lord comes to you a gifted angel,
holds your hand,
looks into your eyes.
The startling he is there
will wake up the most slumbering sleeper,
will knock your fucking socks off,
will make you cry in submission
to the mercy he offers you.
I am that man;
I am that woman,
complete now in the genders I wear,
hallelujah,
and uh,
birth control,
no bad comes from my hands no more.
Both dammit
sacrifice for the good of all.

How else can you describe killing a part of yourself
that was as natural to you as rain?
Herein lies the crux of the matter:
in every single part of ourselves,
in every single fiber,
speaking of the human being in all its parts,
mountains can go wrong.
You can be defeated by yourself,
murdered by your own breezeway,
killed by your cells.
Pity we have
for bodily and mental challenges.
We have none for the heart
when it goes awry.
We have none for the hands
that obey an errant heart.
We punish those people,
get rid of them,
but we fail here.

Love thy neighbor no exceptions,
and a cancer patient,
someone with down syndrome,
has the wheels of a disease
that also someone lost in behaviors we abhor
has in the house of their being.
Freewill’s at stake,
and it’s the issue here,
but not confronted with this disease
how can you hate and judge my friend?
Animal ways breed animal man,
and when you kill someone for doing wrong
or slice them with punishment’s scalpel,
you’ve carried out the wrong they’ve done.
By the witness of the crowd
and with its consent
we bury humanity here.
We tear asunder our house.
Separate the people you need to separate
if their behavior’s eminent,
but treat them as lost children,
not monsters and vile things.

Dr. George Washington Carver
was a miracle among you.
The Earth spoke to him softly
of healing need,
but he was a negro,
when that word was in fashion,
when Jim Crow ruled his land,
when he was hated and looked down upon
for being black.
What a choice God chose for this man.
He lived up to his day.
He stood tall and strong.
He heard the plants speak,
the clay and flowers around him.
He heard the inner voice,
saw visions of these things,
and we prized him for it.
Some had prejudice to overcome,
the strongest of their day.
Pardon me ma’am.
Pardon me sir.
I am of this vehicle made.
You are hearin’ my voices speak
in a miracle of love.

I am the thought of this day
to bring healing and remedy
in our moral world,
in the disease that afflicts the heart and hands.
Are you prejudice and blind?
It’s the same today
as it was yesterday
in how we perceive our fellow man.
We hate him for being this thing on earth
he didn’t choose.
The Earth made him that way,
the elements of man.
Now I bring great healing
upon the Earth
for those with eyes that see.
Inner voice led me to it
and the vision of God.
I walk with Mr. Creator like Dr. Carver,
my walk just as deep in intensity.
I differ in skin color and mode of religion,
and I work with different elements.
I am here for the morality of man.
Is that too terrible today?
Is that wrong?
Is that okay?

They’re at Conservative National Forest,
and it’s real lively here,
in a time capsule.
People go about their business here
in their own brand of music.
If Saint Francis of Assisi is their patron saint,
they abhor animals in their court,
and they’re holding court with the Timeless,
not allowing him inside.
This is grand design.
It’s rigid here and far flung,
but leeway is making a living.
Let the flowers speak!
I haven’t heard this yet,
and they’re borrowing on marked time.
Conscious group process
is a recovery.
It’s not on those lines yet,
but I do think they see it.
I just don’t know if they’ll let it in.
They make a big show of love and approval,
but it’s high speech not actions yet
when you get right down to it with one of them,
and the opposite is true the few and far between,
and be done with.
They teeter there,
and it happens to snow.
A peaceful community lines these shores.

So I’ve landed.
So I’ve come here from a long ways.
Do you know how to dance lower than you are?
This is my piece of cake here.
I just want them to know I love,
and I’m a handy man around the house.
Poetry’s a stick in the mud.
It’s not their wax paper.
It’s not their hole in the ground either.
I think those things are old peoples’ photos,
who grafted this community
from a peace on earth vigil.
Poetry is of the Spirit.
Ya’ll have fun
I was reluctant to say.
Five thousand and something,
I’ve reached a breakthrough there
in poetry.
I’m not the only one.
Thanks and cough syrup,
you’re hollerin’ in community.
Just keep the garbage squared away and you’ll be fine,
and probably don’t eat the squirrels.
Poetry will buttonhole later.
Who wants to eat?
I guess I’ll be their good cook,
but I don’t sprout my beans first.
Oh well.

Okay the finals is not typicals of the
the community here,
world community.
How do we change ourselves into an image of the indwelling Lord?
How do we be our soul on the surface of ourselves?
How do we become spiritually enlightened?
Do we know the difference
between being enlightened
and being up on ourselves?
What is the soul change,
and where is our divinity?
Is that the indwelling soul,
or the secret, hidden God overhead
the soul leads us to?
Where do we find God
as these hapless creatures on earth,
the God of the whole
that can bring us to our summit selves
and cherish our lives with us
as we are now
and be that constant companion
that we look to always?
Where is he our Lord,
and what about a mother’s might,
this sweetness and safety of her breasts,
and we are little ones there,
really, really comfortable
with she is our whole world?
Do you hear me Stephen?
Do you hear me world?

I’m game are you?
I’m sittin’ on the sofa
right here in God.
A change of nature I have made,
not enlightened,
and I am not yet my divinity,
but the soul has power
to express itself in verse
alive in God.
Even if it’s just to the woods
my voices ring,
I’ve found the Earth here,
and I treasure it in my hands.
Oh my dear brother,
sweet sister,
will you?