Special thanks for this moment— Bruno. At his side, he getting a life-saving blood transfusion, I wrote the poem
The most gates at society, hey! Propped on the sand in an eurythmic sweet sense, I look at humanity in raw oysters. There’s nothing there that makes us rise above our bull. We get decimated sometimes, and the humility lasts an hour. I don’t understand all this mess. It’s popcorn and candy to our sense of self tryin’ to prove our worth to one another. Look how big I am, and we can say that so subtly. I mean look at me will yah?
Can we spend this? It’s expensive not to see. I count this in humanity in everywhere I wait, in all the plays of the crowd. I want to get bigger than myself. Little everybody treats me, and I’m offended in my self-wears, and little I am. I can’t seem to see this when I’m in a fight. I don’t know how to handle it when I’m spellbound. Can I list my achievements please? Can I show you my worth, again?
Do I have to eat lunch with myself again? You’re not listening to me. If I was two I’d pitch a fit. That’s where I learn to get you to pay attention to me. I get expert at it by the time I’m twelve, and then all hell breaks loose, and I’m just shit-canned again, too old to get my way. Is that when the braggin’ starts? I have got to show you I’m worth, but I’ve lost all the old ploys, and I’m doin’ it again, wantin’ you to validate my self-worth the modicum of humanity.
Is that all turned on to kick-start our humanity, the pedestal I preach to you? Wow, I can sound so good in words. Do I hide behind my writing I knock down every word I say in some pinch or another that my hypocrisy wears? The hypocrisy of others stuns me. I’ve never seen anything like it anywhere on the planet. There is no accountability for it.
Wow do I read sweet words. Can you solve the problem with love without love? You just get likes for it. Nowhere does it bring social change. The social understanding that you’re the victim too, my God that’s the pants we wear. Get people arrested will yah? That’s all you’ve done. You’ve crime and punishmented the thing. Everybody gets mad at people. It’s how you social change, with a baseball bat, but we can’t hypocrisy our way out of this. Love has to be love or it’s not love. Understanding holds you sweet. It doesn’t embarrass you in front of the crowd.
Where do we go with our social understanding to see the lies arise in everybody where we find our brotherly love? Can you understand that? I can’t cover this. I can’t even say it. You just write beautiful words. You don’t mean them, and there’s no way to show you you don’t. You’ve got that covered. You can’t see them in the arms they wear. You can make yourself sound pretty good, but unconscious springs get yah when the spell of your unconscious arise and offers your behavior to meanness.
There is not a day I don’t encounter this in somebody. You’ve encountered a rat in everything society says about me. The principles of love and pray don’t apply here, and you have permission to shoot me in your thought, and that’s a release mechanism like all society wears. If I even say the name you’ll hate me, and there is no way out of this.
I could have done a better poem and kept my social status out of this, but we can’t spend your hypocrisy on nothin’. You’re just bruise your shield in that unspeakable name. Now where you at? I don’t think it’s in loving shares. Oh you do your family alright, a satellite I, but to love humanity you must wear everything in humanity you hate, identifying with that behavior. It don’t come out any other way, the principle in your subconscious communicating that spell “oh I’ve encountered someone I don’t like,” and in the roles of identity you have to know you’re there: I am humanity. This gets larger than everybody, but you can’t find it without accepting everybody.
The roles are mean, even in children, and I need to see this in myself, and I bridge it that way to its appropriate goodness. You hear this now. I’m taking myself and getting myself out of the way, not for any humanity worth, not so you can see me. I just want to be myself, okay, the actual me, the thing I am behind the play, not yet angel wings, but the natural me that’s not stuck to anything that can afford to be nice because nice is what it does our human soul, and nary a subconscious spell can touch it, no matter where you meet life.
The basement’s all cleaned out, and this comes down from on high, if you want to know the truth of it. You can’t just declare your love. You have to raise it up out of you in the skeletons you wear. Can you get my pen rose? Can you hear it please? You have to get down and dirty and clean, at least in the eyes you wear. Whatever you do, see it.
I’m gettin’ down to the natural colors of my room. Do you hear that? Look at yourself some mirror. Roles involved with sweetness, and you’re being bigger than the heys of the crowd. Just don’t recognize that’s where you want mental health to go. Good for her, good for him, take advice.
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?
photo by the author (not an actually rape victim, but you do get the picture)
Because of rape
I asked you to start talking about this.
You would kill me if I do.
Is rape like murder it never leaves?
Do we always hound people for it?
If there is a victim involved yes.
I must face this in society’s ways.
Are you fucking crazy?
We don’t have society here.
This is the explosive shell.
This is the dragon’s lair.
This is where we can’t understand right from wrong.
We don’t even want to.
We are society and it hurts.
In the comfort of our packs
we chop their dicks off.
There is no other way:
get at that guy mean.
Chop his head off
if you could get society to agree.
There’s no blame here.
He’s evil and we do ‘im in.
And who has stopped rape
doing that?
Do repeat offenders offend?
It’s all in a day’s work
if you’ve been violated,
and there’s where we lock horns:
heal a violation by a violation is a violation.
Would if a rapist said that?
Let’s get that motherfucker.
Okay I’ll stop.
I can’t play your hero.
I can only tell you what’s mean,
what destroys us.
I can tell that when the zeitgeist mean.
We tend to do that you know,
reformers.
We need an alternative to law here.
We need a better system to deal with it.
We are hellbent on revenge,
and not even the newspapers would admit that.
They call for blood.
What’s wrong with this?
More rapes
because of it.
I can’t crack open society here and show you its egg,
but is rape at an all-time low?
Oh my we pursue rapists.
It’s a planetary blight this.
It’s always been.
Wherever humans have gathered there is rape.
It hurts.
It pounds us.
It changes our daughters into
the notion of pain that binds them,
our sons into a warrior mean.
Japan had this in its arsenal
that unleashed the war.
Germany made Nazis out of crying men
when they were little boys.
It continues to rape us today
where we find inhuman conflict.
Oh such a pleasurable mean
a little boy graveled.
It’s the werewolf’s lair.
Even love can do this
to a little boy.
You see where I’m callin’ from.
Sometimes I get yah right in the poem.
I don’t know how to do this,
stop human behavior.
I can only tell you we can’t hate it away.
It comes down to do you love that boy,
and this is individually arranged.
I’m tellin’ you my side of the story.
Now what do we do with the werewolf in society
that pleasurably means
just to do us in blood
in whichever hole they do?
Great Scott I like it,
do a 15-year-old
in her scarlet letter.
Oh I’ve taken society by the horns.
You bitch,
I own you.
Oh the cram in,
it’s like I’ve arrived on earth.
Your gasp makes me cum
an earthquake.
I’ve put on models here.
This is not my do or die.
I want you to see how you identify
the purpose behind earth
where earth bleeds.
Can you smoke that cigarette?
Can you change its tune?
A little boy there
has been made to feel momma,
and it’s so comforting to him
to have sliced the Earth.
Maybe momma was a nanny,
a sister or an aunt,
but he’s probin’ you know
his Excalibur.
It was laden to him wrong
by women’s hands,
and we’d throw in a beard or two
of a farming man.
I don’t know the abuse.
I just know it’s there.
He’s been made to feel violated
in his thang,
his wherewithal,
his stewardship of being.
I’m not just callin’ sex parts.
We might not even see them here
in every case.
It’s a lowdown.
It blinds you.
It takes so long to move the Spirit there
even after Spirit has found you.
It takes so long to rectify this.
What do you do with this?
You don’t rape it.
You move it out of rape territory.
You deal with it like you do disease.
A cure is on the table.
A rape is on the table.
I’m givin’ yah high glimpses of it.
It got me too
when I was a boy,
a butthole of seven years.
I thought there was a sword in me,
and I thought I was gonna die.
You don’t know the pleasure of rape
when the tables have been turned.
It sleazes you.
It takes you through the field of yourself
a probin’ wound.
It can make a poet outta yah
if you’re strong enough,
or an artist,
if they haven’t gotten to yah,
those hellbent on revenge.
It can open up the world to yah
if you’ve gotten that far
in healing’s eves.
Ever you look at yourself
like the one who needs changed.
You never forgive yourself for it,
let yourself go.
You just wanna say your sorry
to the proper person.
Oh this can open doors
when it’s a healing divine measure,
a process of soul.
Who do I sing this to?
Oh my God world this is for you.
Block this out, will yah?
Photo by Douglas, celebrating my latest (62nd) birthday with him, Mithun, and Nithish
Evil our times.
It’s all our jail. [vision accompanying first two lines of one of the questions on the Together We Served Service Reflections interview I just re-posted on their site, as if this was an edit for the beginning of the answer, which one I don’t remember]
I said it right on Amazon.
He’d like to name you a place
where we could find ourselves.
It’s growin’ to war.
Delete that.
Don’t stick your fingers into your reflections.
They’re good.
They’re history,
of your own personal.
You just need them read.
Well let’s see how big men are,
how soft
on the board counts.
Life is a divine work until it’s finished.
It’s great in jars.
How much pepper spray?
We get lost here.
It’s not a divine moment
in everybody’s underwear.
And you said it:
we have to hate sex.
No, one just talkin’ while we stab each other with it,
or a hole grabs us and leaves.
You take care of man.
We beat each other with it,
but that’s not my lifelong toy.
I play with myself because of it—
some child grabbed his gun.
Now, if we’re just a folded joy,
we can get along better in the streets.
We can cash in on tomorrow.
We need to get rid of sex—
I think the mature person said this
about who they have become.
Do we get rid of it?
It’s just a football field.
We learn to outgrow it.
We put it down.
We do not condemn it.
It’s a mature decision we make.
We expect no one to follow us but us.
Well I think I’ve sowed my wild oats.
No one’s ever blocked sex from me.
I’ve had partners all my life.
I went from childhood memories
about our lust room
we had fun in
to a teenager doin’ it right.
I was a young adult party sex.
No one stopped me.
I never got punished for it.
I’m clear and easy on sex.
It’s not a hole in the ground.
It laughs in the breeze,
and it really feels good, you know?
We take it off now.
What am I, 30?
You’re not a kid anymore.
You’re at that mature age where life makes sense.
You don’t go screamin’ down the street if you cut your finger.
You’re not a nightclub in the kitchen anymore.
You’re free
from have to be with your buddies.
You’re doin’ sadhana.
It’s become the aim of life
God realization.
This is not boring, religious, clap trap.
You get long lasting ecstasies
in your body at times.
You’re inner life has opened to the Infinite.
You see visions
that represent things
that you need to grow.
The inner voice has taking you by the hand
and introduced you to life
where God leads it.
It’s an offer I gave you a wall but nobody’s comin’.
Your mind can stay silent sometimes,
and you love the world.
It bothers you less and less,
other people’s behavior.
Even your mistakes
are no cause for alarm.
Patience is painting your room,
and kindness drapes your social interaction.
You’re a strong person
that knows how to look at things.
You’re gettin’ trapped by sex now.
It’s spills you.
It does not hold your hand.
It’s a life force squeeze.
You’re tired of its pursuit.
How did we come here?
From all walks of life.
It’s an everybody does,
when they get old enough
to only pursue God.
This changes society.
Nay, this reinvents society.
We are bigger than machines.
We know how to handle ourselves even in love.
We’ve grown oceans bigger
than anything we look at.
The world is ready to evolve.
We can do this.
We can be free from sex,
if we know when the time has come to do so.
No premature ejaculation.
It has to be the right time.
It has to be real.
It has to be what we’re doin’ in life
to find God,
and you will hear it in your soul to give it up now.
You are the soul of society.
They’re uneducated,
anybody who denies this.
They don’t know what’s goin’ on.
They just want to stay kid.
How do we handle this with them?
With patience and honesty.
We don’t force them to comply.
World force does that,
as the soul force it truly is.
We’ve got such a long way to go
to reach our evolutionary path
mountaintop,
millennia,
and I’ve just given you a key ingredient
to get that done.
It’s wonderful you know?
free from sex.
You’re unhampered by life
in its sticky points.
You stand tall, proud, and free,
and you know the other half
and don’t have to mate with it anymore.
You are as much male as you are female
in the essence of yourself,
as you meet the world.
The gender of the body leads you,
but it doesn’t rule.
You’ve achieved balance in time.
This is cool.
You’re Hercules
and Diana.
You are fit do some dangerous big knife
or stay at home
and take care of the kids.
Now can I counsel you further?
Oh I’m around,
even in narrow we meet.
Come to my other business runners,
how the tackle game
plays with children,
or how dogs become human,
or how enlightenment speaks.
Join me will you,
on some other poem
battles down life
to a node.
They got a skinny little net,
the literary art house,
so you won’t find me there.
I’m on blogs and such
in my room
right here in front of humanity.
Let’s see this through:
no sex
when we get old enough to drop it.
Asses the future risk of poetry.
It will just sink.
It won’t even cut corners.
It will just sit there unread.
It’s just a bunch of words in a blender.
I don’t know what he’s talking about.
And now we’re in our teens.
It’s not innocent here.
They do it
despite we want them to stop.
It unbalances them.
Makes them crow.
It changes their minds.
It gives them a safe outlet
for their demands.
Now we’d need to stop pregnancy and disease,
not have them harm one another,
make it slightly difficult to get to
but not prevented or prohibited.
What have I said?
Teen sex.
We’d account for this
by all the kid sex they had,
where they’d learned to take turns
and be nice to one another,
before their genitals became armed.
Now I’m a roll in a hat.
End sexual hangups please.
In all this here we do that,
got it figured,
got it right.
Now you’ll blast me
with everything you can throw at me.
Now hear me out.
I’m in wisdom’s barn,
but I’m not settin’ down rules.
I’m understandin’ the animal we are
and seeing how we get beyond it.
You got it all wrong.
It’s not hide the genitals.
Let them play,
where appropriate does its measure
in the right age group,
where we are not keen on sex;
we just wanna feel down there
and have fun
with ourself or with friends.
We grow out of it you know.
You’ve seen it in this poem.
Has it terrified you?
Has it done anything at all but look at you?
Can we get over it.
Can we just make sex the plaything it was
before don’t do that got ahold of it
and put it down
when we’ve gotten bigger than ourselves?
Now test me please.
See how this works in public.
Under the right conditions
we are healthy human beings.
Some people are still reading this.
Some people have thrown it away.
Are you just afraid it’s a masturbate cushion?
If we stop right now
we’re at the end of the poem.
A risk teenager said.
Is it better to freeze?
We’re gonna try
hoppin’ a poem on Earth’s wheels.
The SF engineered
a better to see me with
well together we served.
Let’s see.
A military airlift,
hands brought me the breeze.
That’s the shot fired.
The bulwark of the law
has to undergo a transformation
in order to fit this into place.
Can you imagine the changes involved?
They’re bigger than sin.
They make us right
in our social relations
where we see attraction laid eyes
and mounted genitals and hands.
It changes us at the core
of our manipulable social relations.
We’re there
stuck at a roadblock,
women screamin’.
men peein’,
and everybody mad at one another.
Can you see that?
It’s right there in front of you
on communication.com,
on the nightly news.
It grabs the literary page
and hits up movie after movie
and theater television.
It’s a regular guest
on sope operas.
It’s everywhere we look
anywhere we got eyes
on the society of us.
it’s too tiring to see,
and we still keep it up.
Can we take it down,
when we get back to our old self
that has other gauges for life than sexual sin?
Pretty much all about Eve
is a sexual trauma notebook.
i don’t think this is smart land,
and here we go again another scandal in the news
this present poet creates.
I could’ve just stayed offline,
not bothered with dense matter,
and do my thing.
Am I stupid?
I’m not dumb.
Transparency
is the easiest way
to finish the world
a miracle on earth
enlighten us.
A world identity I’m not trying to house.
I had a kid.
He comes first.
Judging by all the times,
it’s eleven o’clock.
This consciousness I don’t know how long it was on fortunately. [vision accompanying the line of a knob on our four burner stove left on, the one for the big burner, but there was no smell of gas, and I turned it off before I lit the stove so there was no danger]
It’s good daddy.
Buy 21’s daddy.
We got another line in we.
In the soul of uncertainty
author’s special. [sound vision of an author reading their work in the background as this line was spoken]
Believe it or not I can help.
Title at risk,
it’s here we listen.
I have the lightning,
support at its most real.
No cause for alarm.
What did you do?
I put it all in perspective.
Beavis and Butt-Head,
who hear the need for soul expression in human life?
It’s time for us.
I’m goin’ on a walk.
That’s right Beavis and Butt-Head
hit on me.
Oh my God.
Let’s just slap them for it.
Oh my goodness the trouble I could get into here
if I don’t say punishment,
if I don’t validate the spirit of the times,
but you can’t call that good
throwin’ the book at them,
hating their very names,
because they try to get you to have sex.
I know, I know, it’s rude.
It’s awful,
but you are not harmed by it,
even if they grab your crotch,
or pinch your boobs,
not actually physically harmed.
You’re made to feel harmed
by a zeitgeist hellbent on revenge.
Now it’s even if they grab their own crotch,
or celebrate victory with a kiss,
and you’re there
the one they kiss.
There’s eight billion of us and crowding.
Now how do you say we’ll survive?
You just think morality straights.
You’re not aware of the master plan.
I’m not talkin’ gross doodle with your noodle
in the snot rag of life
right there in front of everybody.
I’m not takin’ clean shaven either.
We give time for the vital to express itself,
and teenagers need this stuff,
and so do kids.
Can you tell me what’s wrong with seein’ a dick in public?
I’m not talkin’ hard-on sneeze,
just a dick,
or a vagina for everybody to see.
I’m not talkin’ all wet and sloppy.
I’m human.
Okay sex in front of a child,
here you’d shoot me if I said yes,
but is sex really the wrong thing?
Touch it handle it do it clean.
No not theirs you idiot,
hands off.
I'm talkin' sex and kids.
No I’m not talkin’ stick your dick in children,
or you wrap your pussy around them,
or you beat off,
finger yourself,
to their measure.
Your adult thing is not involved
at all.
Can we watch mommy and daddy do it?
Oh my goodness the people that have passed by here
in the history of our children.
Who’s ready for that?
What parent can truly say they are uninvolved
in their children’s genital's feeling's lives?
You feel something there I’m sorry.
Pop your wad in front of them and you’ll feel it.
I’m tellin’ you don't do that.
For now let’s just leave that alone,
as parents are doing it all over the globe
in front of their children.
Oh my God they join in,
eventually.
Let’s just stay clean here.
What we want is a child right on sex,
feel good about their genitals,
not embarrassed to have them.
Even if they stand that’s okay,
or get damp and moist.
It doesn’t have to be private,
but it needs to be no fishy underwear,
not for an adult’s enjoyment.
Kids need to be kids, okay?
They touch each other.
They drool.
They wanna see adults do it.
Okay two people love each other in front of the camera.
It's remote.
It’s not right there in front of them.
It’s not exaggerated.
It’s not rough stuff.
It’s soft and warm and moist.
It’s visible it’s good to look at.
You do it.
I think a mouth said that,
or a hand giving the right stroke.
Let the kids see this
naked with each other?
On soft comfortable floors,
the lights down low,
no one looking in,
except the adult close by to monitor.
It’s not a permission list.
No one’s told to do it.
They just watch and let themselves be themselves.
Okay Johnny,
would if Suzie says no?
It’s not at all girls?
Of course it’s girls.
Suzie Johnny doesn’t wanna striptease with you.
Oh.
All the classroom beforehand:
take the stinger out,
she’s your husband.
Ice cream and comfort,
in that place,
and this is a hairless society,
so no pregnancies or forced penetrations,
and penetration is a warm dummy.
I don't think they actually get it in.
You mean this is a seven-year-old?
The age of reason and above.
No black eyes please.
Everybody’s nice to each other.
You wanna save society?
Let it happen.
Are you trippin'?
I'm tryin' to tell you how to handle sex
before it's too late.
They get old they forget
it's a game.
They just wanna eat.
They cum on each other.
They need to know it's fun.
They need to know it's clean.
Now let's get back to school books.
We go back to the lab.
A naked child is fine
in a swimming pool.
A child can pee in public.
Their hand down their pants no problem.
If they expose themselves you smile.
Johnny's got a problem.
He's just into his wiener.
Well let's get busy with 'im.
Give 'im some boys to play with
his age,
and they can let their penis mingle.
That boy just needs an outlet,
that's all.
We look for problems
and look to see what's up.
Suzie's fingering herself,
because some man is.
I'm sorry Suzie.
We wasn't watchin'.
Now we are.
You need some kid fun,
and we make sure you get it.
He masturbates in class.
Okay Billy,
put your willy away.
Obviously this is not the time for it.
I haven't reached adolescence yet.
I'm not there yet.
I'm the older child.
I'll get better at this
as I grow older.
Yes society you will.
Too blind
this afternoon
to understand the science behind this.
You're just afraid of sex.
Grab your crotch he’s wrong.
Maybe he’s just horny
and don’t know how to handle it,
because his penis got shoved in his shorts all his life,
given no means to express itself.
Maybe his mother doodled with it,
or his auntie,
and then bottled it up
when he got old enough to notice.
You’re just a crap game, huh?
Do we have to sell this?
It’s got to be made public,
the genital hand wash.
Okay these are kids from seven to eleven,
or six to fourteen.
We see when reason hits
and adolescence starts.
That’s the time of your life,
when you’re a kid and you know it,
and it’s all fun and games.
Get out of here you rule book!
We don’t want to squash the soul.
We just wanna let it be free
to touchdown in life,
to get all the way to the goalposts
of being human.
That’s not 1, 2, 3.
It involves sex
and learning about sex.
Am I stupid?
I’m a brahmachari.
My eleven-year-old knows that,
that naked little fella
in the privacy of our home,
and he’s safe there.
A pedophile said this.
How can I do this?
You don’t know the power of love.
He does.
You don’t just get here.
She got that part,
but the dick is no longer the head,
and she’s an integrated soul
her/him.
You need both sexes to master sex.
I’m sorry,
grapple with that.
The conservatives are gonna kill ‘im.
The liberals?
They don’t even know what gender is.
Okay we’re sellin’
a Beavis and Butt-Head commercial.
No, but they are fun to watch.
Ask my grandson.
He lets out some gas there.
All kids do.
Alright I’m a Chinese junk,
but I can sure damn well float, you know?
Gaslighting
the Me Too.
Oh my God it’s real.
Thank you public.
I was sure you’d understand,
in the year 2525.
I’m just bein’ ridiculous.
It could happen a lot sooner.
Everybody shovels shit.
Sex compromises everyone.
Sex gets at yah.
Now I fight for it
in the rights of children.
Is this image real?
It’s all the way from the inside.
An inner speaker said this.
It’s in the roundabout of dream.
Can I surprise you with reality?
The outside world that you see
came bubbling up from the inside.
Watch your world arise in dream.
It comes from within
the world that we see.
In the poet-seer,
they put the world together.
What they see on the inside becomes reality.
Follow their vision.
It will manifest one day.
And here you have a seer’s ring.
He’s got you by the ying-yang.
You can’t handle sex,
and he’s just made you look at in children,
no abuse,
no adults involved.
You know this goes on.
Can you handle the vision?
It’s a world arising before your eyes,
where we finally see accept this
and heal that way.
Oh you stubborn people,
how long this gonna take?
You can’t even approach childhood sexuality
in tags.
They just want you delete it.
There’s somebody
downstairs
would like to put one more genital on yah.
It’s a shadow demon,
and he’s lookin’ for a hole in your fence.
They’re around children,
warpin’ them.
Sex is their mainstay.
It’s where they get us to compromise.
it’s where they get us to bite each other.
Kids don’t do that,
put lust scars on one another.
They play it’s exciting it’s fun.
They make a game of it.
It’s not straight sex.
It’s take turns.
They are so gentle with each other there,
and if one’s mean he’s out,
cause kids don’t like to get hurt,
and the bigger dick isn’t there yet to dominate.
They’re kids.
We let ‘em play together
so no demon takes control.
We learn gentleness on the table.
We take turns being good to one another.
We want it nice and sweet.
We don’t let the demons in.
Can you see this?
I don’t think you know the completeness of life,
how deep it goes,
how awful.
Am I gettin’ through?
Am I even making a dent?
Give this vision time to grow.
It’s on holy mountain.
This did not come from the abyss.
It came from God
if you want to know the truth,
in the seer who’s seen it and shown it to you.
Inevitably it rise.
We need gentleness in our lands.
Let the kids do it.
When we recognize our inner teacher,
and we know it’s helping us,
and we know it’s guiding our lives,
we will give children their glare.
We will let them be themselves.
Freedom for children,
it’s how we handle children.
Are you so deaf you can’t see that?
Not a bad idea—
this is the handwriting
every kid on this Earth.
Oh do you feel better
about no judgmental penis?
It’s a boy.
It’s a girl,
pretty together.
We want that.
Taking on the body will bring
all the right motive.
We’re taking it
to our human divinity.
That’s a good idea.
How to sharpen it:
don’t stop Nature in her tracks;
be real with kids.
What does this grow on us?
Sexual healing,
no sexual hangups.
Then I can leave sex
when I’m older. [heard sung in the voice of Thor in the film Good Boys, from the song “I Wanna Know What Love Is”]
We measure this in miles:
an older person doesn’t have sex,
the mature thirty-year-old and above.
Kids see that and know that’s growing up.
That’s divinity.
Hey Beavis and Butt-Head,
thank you for your service.
Hey teacher!
Leave those kids alone!
Rare voice.
That’s needed.
A seer’s whistle.
Pronounce this way with children
given to ourselves in our subtle beings.
It’s alright in there.
That’s the perfect yard.
That’s the rare Earth.
And I just wanna celebrate. [heard sung, Rare Earth, song “I Just Want to Celebrate”, the ending chorus]
I have personally
changed sex a few times.
I played mommy and daddy
with a kid when I was a kid,
with both girl and boy.
I was a gay man in Houston for six months,
on the Gay and Lesbian Switchboard,
and I’ve had girlfriends here and there
throughout my life.
Did I mention I’ve had a kid for dinner
alarming in my room?
From adolescence onwards,
what the sexual orientation identifies with.
I’m not proud of this.
I don’t brag to you about it.
I merely state if for business.
I had to find sexual healing,
and that’s an inside job.
I found the whole world that way
and the bigger than the world,
the Better.
Now I come to you in time.
I need to explain the zeitgeist is full of shit.
It’s not how you do it,
section off society.
Healing comes in integrated care.
It comes holistically clean,
and I’m here to tell yah it works.
You can trust the inner process.
The zeitgeist sucks, you know?
My photo
took minor,
minor care,
and I deal with him every day
the sacrifice I make for love.
He is well took care of,
the bridge behind poetry
to the reality of poetry,
the truth to the reality of poetry.
That’s Nithish,
avant-garde,
and the reality of poet in him too.
You will see this.
Well that’s language.
Harm's End 