How structure remains harmonious the Bible: and that was awesome! We have a blowup on aisle 9. The harmonious register just crashed. You never know you might get a receipt for just an hour, and that works because it doesn’t.
I don’t have any voice today. I’ve seen high and low, like everyone. I don’t dance on thin ice. I can actually see myself as other people, all day long, all the while nursin’ my own self.
I’m balanced inside, but I will tell you if you hurt me. I love humanity but know humanity’s not a nice person in its gears. I don’t fool myself that I’m loved.
I can sure react in an unguarded moment, and I hold you inside if you’ve hurt me, wonderin’ over that wound wanting justice to prevail, the justice of the other person: you count me as yourself and make amends somehow— in school; we haven’t gotten down to these files yet in our everyday life. We think punishment works.
We’re not even close to lovin’ one another. We are animals in a bullpen. We don’t know where we are. The sky’s the limit. It’s all up from here we think we’re high and mighty.
I can’t get over this lie we tell ourselves. It ruins our day. We can’t get out of bed and open up the mornin’ with us. There’s us and the rest of the world, and we’ve regulated nature to our tires. We don’t know the means of harmony. We think a boardwalk is something to eat. Our comfortableness in nature determines our appreciation of it. We don’t like it raw and wild in our ability to keep our hands off it where we elect officials or they are forced upon us. One day they’ll get it for their bulldozers and next of kin. The minerals on it rule out its welfare just wait and see its resources rule.
How do you change man? It depends on which stomach you use. You can’t find all of them. A communist rogue state, you can’t policy them forth, and a kingdom, well, their king rules. Let’s take democracy by the hand. No one can do that yet.
Can I explain we are not in the betterment of man? Primitive emotions rule the day, and they all center on greed. We are an economy of making money before we are a democracy. Well let’s roll up our sleeves and get at it, shall we?
Well the first thing you know ole Jed’s a millionaire. [sing line to TV song] Is that every politician that rules us? Do they have to be? Do you want them to be? Do rich people know best, and if they aren’t in office, do they determine who is? Does that make a representative democracy make life better for you if you have to grovel for a paycheck to make ends meet?
How many are in those shoes? Here, here, I’m here, and so are you, and know I’m speaking to the majority of mankind. Well how do we take back the city? Good God we’ve been animal all along the haves have ruled over the have nots. If you accumulate wealth, you determine society. Occupy did no good.
You can’t protest this out of the picture, but if you want your country back, change the way protests are made. You want to limit campaign funds to where the government gives them, no outside agencies. Not one dime comes from an outside source. The office will determine the price. We will we will rock you. [sing line to popular rock song] Among the candidates they’re distributed equally, determined by office. Obviously the president gets more. They get a certain amount of air and TV, newspaper and bulletin board. Nobody uses their own money. If they’re caught they’re out, not put in jail.
You disagree with this? It doesn’t have to be buffaloes. People need to be informed not inundated. We don’t have to make an election and entertainment’s scene or the gist our our lives. Do you still object? Can you see yourself in the mirror? Are you about real, positive change, or do you want a corrupt system that makes it for your greed?
Where are you at? You’re not on our side, we the people. Is this vacation spots? Know to be in office is to sacrifice. You have modest means. Scaled-Down, the living standards of those in power. They’re public servants. I’m talking modest, not meager or measly, befitting their role.
How do you vote for them? We look at requirements and qualifications, make an honest list, and narrow down the candidates to that. What’s you’re lookin’ for is a leader that is above the hatred of the crowd, that has compassion and sympathy and genuine goodwill. You need a man above the rest or a woman head and shoulders above the crowd, someone who can represent anybody. The cast is open to the humble and the low, economically speaking, and we’d wanna keep the rich out of office. Now that’ll change the world. Stock markets and political parties, they’d go the way of the dinosaur, don’t you see?
That’s how we begin, get at those campaign funds. It makes common sense. It will bring good government in time. It’s a place to begin. Dangerous, aren’t I? I’m not tryin’ to be. This is where we need to be to make it work, this human evolution we don’t even know is happenin’ and really don’t care, and that’s my fight: can you oh all ye people care?
The strength is on the distant, but would that you could hear me now. This is a way to be free. Do you want to be free? You’ve been lied to all along you know by politicians and their aggravators. They’re not in it for you, all ye good people of the United States. A few special interest groups control everybody, make their economic needs, power structures, and the rich take the cake.
What do we do? Don’t believe the liars for one. They don’t want Greenland. They’re just gettin’ ready to own the world. Do you believe that? How humble are you? Everybody’s pride believes the dictator, their own want the world. You are so very important you gobble up the world, right Disney, Yahoo, Microsoft, Donald Google? Meta is another name for greed, and Amazon delivers greed to your door, makes the whole world pay the price.
Executives, executives, executives, in that higher dollar amount, do they rule the world? Just ask inflation do they need that higher amount to make it all for themselves? Walmart, Walgreens, who’s getting richer? You know it. Okay vote for him again, the status quo, and see if you can afford the cost of living it grows and grows.
When’s it gonna end the tyranny of the few? Don’t we want a fair system, the right people in charge? I’m sorry commies and religious oligarchies and them damn kingdoms, only democracy can adapt to coming pressures. Democracy was made for man, in these shadow times, in these shallow times. You think man was made for the system of rules?
You don’t know the price of democracy. We grab it by the horns, make it work for what it really is. It’s a system for man. It’s a system for real. Now you take the campaign funds and make them work for the people, bring democracy down to science, who needs to be in office and who don’t. Is that so hard to believe? Is that so wrong? I’m a red-blooded American tellin’ you this, an ex-Green Beret, and I love you. Is that okay?
I want change, real change. I want the system to stop hurtin’ people. I want a representative democracy that works. I’m not tryin’ to tear down the system, and that’s where I’m scary, you know? Can you hear my campaign funds? See what I mean?
This is all about hitting the form. I’m a grocery boy at a supermarket, and I have worlds behind me. I could go to vagabond rivers yes, but I don’t think you want to see me there. I don’t want to stand here and sing. I’m a checkout boy at a grocery list, and I have to eat to survive. You don’t have poet shelves. You throw out the poet’s long underwear. You don’t have room for poets.
There are no guardians in history today. This is all about makin’ money, your personal toolkit. I will not be rescued by who gives a damn, but I just might take off with my dog and find greener pastures, from point A to point B. No more vagabonding for me.
I’ve lifted the race up, and you don’t knows it yet. Fuck me I’m tired, and there is no end in sight to grovel for a paycheck, to workin’ my ass off for the Man. Son of a bitch, I want a better world don’t you? Is it a paycheck?
The vital part of the vital, is it there? Look in Matthew’s sermon, so you can ornament it, love your brother as yourself, especially in these days. Works, huh?
That’s my beautiful latest poem. With the internet conked out, open the woman that doesn’t have it yesterday, and let’s have a new field today. Is that so hard to believe?
I wanna restrict access to ether department material. I wanna clarify the sense of know. What is the irony? They never seem to remember they’re not dealing with science they’re dealing with train yards. It only becomes science when consciousness becomes involved. That dog exists. He points all the cartoons and movies. I’ve seen ‘im.
This is not just an English submission. And the way you must maintain, [sing line] inhabit this as if your life depended upon it. Disturbed her hand. Nobody knows where this is comin’ from, and no reader sees this comin’. Soon you’ll get bit and ice cream. It has the attention, [sing line] and you hit a basketball court, and it may happen to be our key.
Dobie you came to stop me why? Christianity does not know it’s interred. It thinks it’s the sandman. It hurts people, and it does not match reality. Fine, I’ll keep singin’.
I put everybody in bed with me so they can see change. It’s a safety measure. Where do we come from? Do we come from the trees? What happens when our pants are off when we were children? How angry does momma spank us? Are we left in a corner to rot? Is daddy a guerilla? Do we get enough to eat? Are we the brunt of everyone’s joke? How much pressure do we spend childhood with?
What’s mental health, and how has it failed us? Every scientist knows you put the telescope on heavenly bodies, the microscope on nature’s small dance. What makes us tick? The observational posts are not there. We’ve neglected our very selves, who we need to see to survive it’s gotten so big our department store.
Why didn’t we do this from the beginning, put all those training devices on us so that we know where we came from when a child comes out of the womb? Have I hit the most territorial seize the day? You can’t look in there. It’s the most agreed upon privacy in the world, that little family intake, by the time we got to where science was. I’m not countin’ cucumbers. I want you to look at this. We put our eyes on the workings of nature not us, as if that would change the world and make us live with one another well.
What was early scientists thinking? They established a model, and to get right down to the business of us, the making of the human being, was that akin to heresy? Now folks, what do you want to look at to be safe, how many items dance on the head of a pin or study the universe to systematize it?
Let’s be crystal clear. Science deals with the environment too and the damage we’ve done to it and the danger that’s put us in, but human choices made these decisions that have put us at risk. How self-centered they are, how monetary gain. Change the human change the environment so we don’t run amok.
Did I just spell out change? Why has the focus been on objects of nature, I mean in the intention of science? Momma don’t make your babies grow up to be cowboys. [sing lineto tune of the country songwith similar title] Well I lost the rodeo. Can we talk about small minds and violent natures that live in boxes? / I grew up in this milieu. I could say policemen or rodeo clown, or even schoolteacher, but the exceptions would pile up, and I can’t show you what’s happenin’.
How can I tell you we are a tortured device? We do not produce good human beings. Just look at the world. Do you know how violated everybody is? Do you know how mean? We are still guerrillas, even your newspaperman and mother with her child. We are not a functional society for the good of us. We have animal hierarchy and just let people die or rot in misery. We are a selfish lot. We are not our brother’s keeper, and we do not love our neighbor like ourself. We make war with him.
No gentil people would agree with me. They’re soft and warm. They treat their brother kindly. They go to church and pay homage to society, or they have the right liberal opinions and treat everybody equally. Do you know how immature you are? Watch yourself in transactions you get shortchanged, or where your opinion is busted, or you find someone you don’t like, or you’re brought up against your unconscious, and you watch it take over. You react and show your immaturity.
This comes from upbringin’, from where your family put their hand, their voice, their feelings, and their directed-toned thoughts. Now science would not say this. It’s not there yet. It won’t do that, look that closely at us when we’re in momma’s lap, in bed with daddy, at the dinner table bein’ reamed for somethin’ we done, or just sittin’ on stools with the family in our little private milieu.
We can’t put lenses there, and we don’t know how to get at that space and nobody knows we’re lookin’. We could’ve solved this a long time ago, but science didn’t see that we are behaviorally made. Put genes in the shotgun they come from behavior too, however many diseases get in the way.
Audible, we saw a destiny. It wasn’t religion. It grew larger than mankind. We’re in the apple in the trees now. We can’t get out of our underwares. We still slap children, make them feel uncomfortable with themselves. We breed disease. We don’t know how to handle children, and our world’s a mess because of it.
How can I get you to see this newspaperman, scientist studying nature? Who else would we look to for change? A politician’s a ninny-gag. The clergyman reads from a book and doesn’t see change except to be more Christian. I bring a new thing upon the Earth that we haven’t seen in awhile, as the poet lands Earth.
I bring you essays on living through my personal share that can see through the walls of humanity and show things even cameras can’t capture. I can show you the inner workings of our species, and the dice is on the table. I can hunt you in corners and show how this makes us mad. I can show the pathology of mankind and the rule book of disease that puts rabids among us, and I can chip away at your armor and show you your snakeskin, the hidden fount of your wrath, and you are as policy as the rest of us.
I do this with a divine eye that looks in on things, and I have found the hidden fount of poetry, new for the times we wear, a new font of poetry that speaks to us living men and women to bring our heights to the sun.
I am not a caged animal. I have a freedom in my room that walks on mountaintops. I am a receptivity to God. I hear the angels sing. Healing lives in my top drawer, and I let it out and sing to you the heavenliness of its smile. I can do more than that. I can rise the sun in your eyes and reveal to you the secret of the universe, the real person you are beyond time. I can bring you to the Silence that empties our race of all its cares and brings enlightenment into the room. I can hold your hand to the well of soul and have you touch base with forever. These things I have seen and been, where moments meet me in the well of change.
Do you see me there? Every impossibility meets its gun. I’m taller than you in that I have met my own impossibility and let God handle it, but I did not neglect my duty to pay. So I’m aligned with the times to give us living Earth. This is not a handmaid’s tale that robs us of our own divinity. We have it on our tops, and we will wear this one day in clear and certain skies. Time’s the animal we wait on now, but time is not our keeper. The hidden divinity is all across our tops in every movement of time.
Right on. I have some stature to gain. I want Silence to enter my room, but the world keeps swellin’ up. I tarry there. It’s not an impossible situation, but it’s bigger than I am. I’ll just put on my hat and let grace still me. It’s an office I wear, concentrating with no thoughts in my head bound for the Silence. I can’t get past the thoughts of the day, but I can ride the quiet for minutes or hours. It’s a warfare you know. They know you’re close, and the world steps in and robs you of your peace. Dangnabbit, I chase the Silence away.
They carry your name in the wind, the lovers of sky, if you’ve seen past the boundaries thin Earth. You are a flame shot up there that kissed the night goodbye. I’m hope in your room. Don’t let me down. Can you see me now? [the last verse came watching the movie The Summer Book walk its way into my heart]
Harm's End 