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.
Tag: Nazis
Look at the Outcast
Infant Orgasm,
Infant Orgasm You See
(Note: from July 2016 to December 2016, I posted seer poems on Facebook written specifically for our educational page Harm’s End. I know FB was aware of the posting at the time, because some poems were boosted and had to go through Facebook’s review process, with one being rejected, one about the prophet Mohammad, although FB did not take it down or flag it in any way. On August 4, 2020, I copied all the poems, along with their images, to my computer, and a day later a poem from 2016 was taken down for violating their community standards, showing me my activity was being closely monitored by FB. I then deleted any image I thought FB might object to, unaware that an image of Hitler is now flagged by FB as a matter of course. That it is now but wasn’t in 2016 reflects a growing trend of censorship on the net. It won’t be long before anything that seriously questions the generally accepted reality construct or tires to introduce things that construct isn’t seeing and doesn’t want to will be banned from the major social media platforms and taken as far as possible out of the public eye. In other words, the net will become like TV.
This poem along with this image was posted on FB September 10, 2016. It was flagged August 15, 2020, but not taken down, citing it violated their community standards, and I edited it the following day, adding material in brackets within the poem that explain the poetry, to make it clear I wasn’t violating their community standards. Within 10 minutes after editing it, our page Harm’s End was unpublished. Although this poem fits into a poetic conversation on my FB feed and is out of context to post here by itself, I’m posting it here to protest the censorship of art and poetry on Facebook and on the net in general, in this case, poetry whose purpose it is to heal, not harm, however controversial it may be.)
Executive order.
Anyway she just surprised me.
Hitler, the 1st letters of incest,
rape.
It started World War II.
Half the money
the gate come open.
What come out?
I know it,
the material,
the material of war,
the material of concrete war.
Incest gun,
check it out.
That’s not a gift.
It’s an orgasm
your mom gives ya,
or your dad,
an adult in the family.
The house owner
outside of somethin’.
It’s American.
We know it’s German.
It’s also England,
all countries,
just a story on it
broken.
You wouldn’t hit everybaby,
enough to organize
the required material.
Is that war?
You said it baby.
It’s German
under the feet.
That means it’s right there:
kill ‘em,
thousands gas.
Bring them on the table
but be careful.
Daddy was good wasn’t he
or mommy special?
We do this in an orderly fashion.
Got that right.
Just line ‘em up
and shoot ‘em,
terrible.
I’m gonna
keep comin’.
What’s this?
An orderly compound,
an orderly room.
Procedure, procedure?
And we built the gas chambers,
and we built
orgasm.
Give that kid
trouble,
not between his legs,
not
now,
not now.
Look out the window.
Go to the door.
It needs an umbrella:
the night of the generals.
They have a very detailed IQ.
THEY.
People are bad.
Not everybody.
He doesn’t like,
he has a very knowledgeable
presence with Jews.
Art school,
they wouldn’t let ‘im in.
Art college,
they wouldn’t let him in now.
Okay make them unworthy,
lump them with all the undesirables,
society’s degenerates,
but blame them for everything.
They are the masterminds
of all that’s wrong with the world,
of all that’s wrong with our country.
[understand the poetry: those are Hitler’s views, not the poet’s.]
Fell down –
see a war,
a war,
a world war:
give to me
my mountain.
You have to understand
orgasm.
It changes war.
It’s a blitzkrieg
of physical pleasure
on an I unformed.
One second.
There’s an I.
Is there
more like the animal I.
Is that me?
That building centerfold
the earth
is removed from the scene.
I’m a baked chump,
burn in a holocaust of pleasure.
Understand
repeated action,
all this mess over time.
It has a tendency
to rob you of pleasure,
organize your role
an antenna
to try and get things in order,
down
if you know what I mean,
not up in the sky.
Look at
the nice uniforms,
the insignia,
the roll of tanks.
You’ve been robbed you see,
and that damage,
and you in ego formation,
and God did it,
your parent.
Any questions Paramount?
That’s it.
(There is, it should be understood, a personal interpretation to this poem throughout, since, in truly inspired art, in seer poetry especially, it’s at bottom, however remotely, also about the artist. In this light, the verse about Hitler being rejected from art college and subsequently scapegoating all Jews because of that can also be interpreted to be about the refusal of my entire society, Jews, non-Jews, everybody, to let me into the art of the day, but the personal interpretation isn’t tit for tat with the poem, as it just lights upon it here and there. If you want to know how the personal interpretation applies to the main subject of the poem, infant orgasm, read this comment I posted on Medium before my Medium account is also suspended, because I color outside the lines.
If you want to know the occult truth behind Hitler, read the book The Light That Shone Into the Dark Abyss by Maggi Lidchi-Grassi, 1994, Sri Aurobindo Ashram Press (not available to read online). Facebook, which almost a third of the world’s population uses, has such an unwarranted and inequitable influence over the knowledge that we pass around, and it (like not only the other online mega-businesses, but also the major news outlets and the great majority of the entertainment industry I might add) is in its core beliefs reductionist materialist, however many employees it has that doesn’t hold those beliefs. If that’s not enough, it’s in it for profit, and if Facebook encounters material that makes people feel uncomfortable, a loss of profit steps in and makes the decision, and even if it doesn’t violate its policies, FB will simply ban it. Now, the truth of us, the good, the bad, and the ugly, it might hurt to hear it, you know?
Is the human matter finished? I mean, is there anything more to discover about us other than the fundamental beliefs that we’ve built human society upon, and those are that we are individual human islands expendable to the sea of humanity and inconsequential compared to it, islands possessing an absolute freewill and a consciousness that doesn’t extend beyond the island that we each are, and, in the intrinsic ground of who we are, we are nothing more than that island? Here we are at the cutting edge of humanity. This is the denied knowledge trying to gain entry: there is more to discover about us, and we are more than that.
I’ll end with an analogy to put the subject matter of this poem into a context that will make what I’m attempting here more apparent:
“This thing no one ever talks about before, and when we are the first ones to talk about it, there are a lot of people that think this thing shouldn’t be touched, this thing is you know, sacred, and the people that think you are going too far, and all of these people are going to undermine our movement, for sure.” Quote from a Thai protester in Bangkok speaking to a BBC reporting about protesters questioning the power of the Thai monarchy. Source: BBC video “Thai protests: Thousands join rally in Bangkok”, 17 Aug 2020.)
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