A tale like you wanna know. [vision of the title being introduced like a movie is on TV or at the movies, it appearing in the center of the screen, the line sounding, and this line sounding as the vision faded] Put spiritual in there. I’m talking to a Dumbledorf: who are you friend who almost had him killed? How exceedingly lovely. I don’t blame him. He looks different Dombledorf. He looks connected. There might be. [vision of a small otter-human-like creature’s head coming up out of a small square pool of water and looking up at me and saying the line, the pool the irrigation tank where Nitish swims but not in the location it actually is] The answer’s not complete. Tryin’ to help. I feel so inadequate at the task. I just sit here and write. We would reach in and pull sincerity out, but I’m at a halt in myself, and I don’t know where to begin. I can’t capture this page. I can only tell you what it says. We are mountains from molehills. I’ve done things with your memory all the while holding sincerity in my hand. I think I’ve lifted the curtain of existence and shown you what’s inside. I revealed my room. A lot goes on there. And the world is in my room staring at me. I can’t put it down. Where would I be without you? And I can’t get at that you. When I meet you on the street you’re just another person to me. I glow with this, hold you around the feelings of my mind that we may meet. Death do us in. I can’t champion this. I hold you in my arms and cry when you press too hard against me with a sad story of yours I’ve encountered through public media. I don’t know how to make you go away. I feel the group like it’s my own soul, yet you banish me and call me names. I don’t know what to do with this. It hurts, and I don’t think there are ears in your heart. I spend myself on them. I think we’ve gone beyond good and evil. I think we’re just human beings here. Can you tell me how to get along with you and still be myself? I don’t know how to make you feel what I feel. I can’t take my heart out and show it to you. I pull words outta my heart, and you can’t see the symbol for the words. I’m a dead delivery. I’d like to smile, having your social hand, but you won’t give it to me. Where do I find you in disease? I don’t have to wait long. You would spit in my eye if I came too close, and I mean so well for you. I was taken down. I looked at him. The idea I think he’s beauty with is feelin’ the whole. I come to read him. I find solace here. I’m taken to the top of myself. I see and understand I have depths. I would just like him to be alive, continue writing verse. He means something to me. He’s a wild space in the world yet that hasn’t been taken out. He does not kiss ass. We don’t want to see him get in trouble. He is right there in our taboos a guiding light. You don’t know strange men. They will test your boundaries. They are not a shake off. They come to see you definitely. These questions, they’re for answers. We don’t ask them just to say please. They’re all around us now, ardently studying who we are. I’m a voice in that multitude. I could get better answers. I fought with meaning to break it open, and the world fell into place. I grapple with it now. I mean I hold it in my hands and sing to it the poetry of the school. This is beyond answers. It’s just basking with you in the warm sunshine of our being. It’s weird to be alive. There’s so much that shines on my nose. You know what I mean. I could run amuck plucking at things, just bein’ led by the nose. Symbol imagery, I mean the world with that, and I’m stupid. I show you myself too much, but that’s what makes vulnerable the strength that it is. You trust me. I’m happily so much more than show business. I reveal things to you. They come from the sky. I hold them in my hand and paint this page with them. The moonlight of their starshine glows iridescent. I spend them in hours of verse. It looks like we have another day. I’m selfish. Get out of your closet. Tell us everything. Gave the world a black eye did yah? Bring your wife and kids. Come with me now. I sit at risk, write a ledger of emergency. I’m trying to show the way out. Will you join me? No confessions for this place please. You don’t tell the cops what you did. We will not ask the law to get us. We want to overcome the law, so it’s not rigid it’s human. How do you know they’re not here? They’re gonna work with him, unfortunate souls that need a time out. You can do this in your living room. Where are you? I was just in that kitchen spot, tryin’ to collect all the ears that help you outta this. Let me be your emotional man. Let me find the way out. Even the cigarette a lot of the times light up the temple. You’re kidding me. You would go to bat for me? You would show me the way out? Aren’t you a confession machine? Wouldn’t you tell on me and limit the ways I trust you? You’re just not smart. You expose yourself. My existence depends on me. Can you tell me society cares? I’m just a target. No, no, don’t go back there. Come out and breathe awhile clean air. Don’t you wanna feel good? Some kid came daddy and rode me monster. I don’t understand. This is a social dilemma. Can we handle being people? Where’s the living room? Is it full of vice and TV? What’s got you fascinated? I don’t know how to show you this. You gotta get outta that. Alright, he’s just not a problem you understand. Until you understand him you can’t do anything with him. Even my problem, we go awhile with each other. We learn the lampoon sticks out. How do we stick this in chocolate? We fold ourselves. We learn to let go of the spoon. We challenge ourselves with bright horizons. You come together on the role you need to play who is behind you. Can you see an island? Challenge yourself with more than yourself. Study your room. It will take you there. It’s hitting me. To turn around, made a turn. I got outta cars. I stopped doing bullshit. How does this happen in science? We need to see our disease, and then get going. It’s 10 a.m. We need to apply pressure to the program. Can you representative breathe? You can have it, lunch treatment. It’s always good for you. Are you sure you know yourself? Do you know you’re real? An actor, that’s just the part that says hello, drive basically. It’s who you think you are. Is the wonder at coyote? Is the world not real? That’s somebody to get hurt. You need to tell them you’re sorry. Put it on the difficulty what had me. Buckle up, honey any moment now you’re to get theft or hurted. We’re just not here. We’ll levity rehearse. [vision of three or four black and white photographs I couldn’t make out, the last one I could, one of a girl of indeterminate age in a white ballet tutu on a stage doing an exaggerated curtsy] Don’t rob yourself with identity. You are not you. You’re a field in a play. You get along you understand. That taller You you’ll find one day. She doesn’t care. She’s a dysfunctional human being. Don’t equate her with your room. Be a baby unto your room. How are you? It was more about Joe than the rest of us realize. You’re free to discuss this. You’re free to dance. You are as important as the President in the inward bowels of ourselves. You are a process dip into forever. You make it happen, the representative figure you are. You’re changin’ lives by ever bein’ yourself. You’re gettin’ bigger all the time if you reach in and find yourself not the author of the program. My God this world has ways in it. It’s mind-boggling. This should keep you busy for a lifetime. Okay stop putting your identity on your name, on that little figure you are, and understand your importance in the scheme. I went downstairs and I told him play. David actually feels like somebody, but way was he tryin’. Somehow this triangle has evolved from multiple scores. You are not who you are, but you’re more than that. You blindfold wisdom and chop it in half. I wanna explain to you all none of this is happening. Do you see the horror? You see the relationship. You’re a salt on the Void to bring out its something. You’re doing nothing but complaining. Don’t complain. We’re high animals. We’ve got this world goin’. It’s our livelihood. We hate everything. It’s not that bad. It’s quite good actually. We’re here, and we’re alive. Okay we ain’t free. We can’t have everything. but everything’s coming. We just have to land first. We can manage from here. It’s got Goldilocks on it, until we find the horses that put on planet right. Hey dude I want yah to know out your brains I’m gonna blow. We’re just forlorn that’s all. Winter’s comin’, and we need to be prepared. We’re a little nuclear holocaust here, a little nuclear holocaust there, but nothin’ gets us outta the way. We retain civilization. Any homeland, any way of raisin’ children, we’re gonna have to come to the dice and end up eliminatin’ all of them. The better way of bein’ human, it ain’t out yet. I’m tryin’ to tell you what’s goin’ on, but you’ve climate changed my answers, and they don’t get to the public. I’ve got a whole host of answers, the nitty-gritty college details of existence to help you survive. I won’t be here. This is a future log. I’ll see you later. Fascinating, I think you just said the peace. Could it be the color of my skin the audience is a thimbleful? Where’s that little Seventh Manager welcome spectacular? Don’t look now, They’ve got a buffalo for yah. The Gods must be crazy. Mother you with this? The stairway’s there. You have the purple stairwell. Turn those shoes; let Me turn them, the stairwell’s up. Ride handsomely. That’s a wrap up with my own medicine.
Reality sucks— someone who has not been initiated into the mysteries, the world’s suckless stuff. There is just so much to reality. It’s not slow motion. It’s got things on it. A dog licking your feet can be paradise leanin’ down on yah, the boy snuggled up to you a ballon of how the Earth feels in sun’s arms, the writing of a poem the feelings of the universe taking note it’s good to be alive. Shut up, I don’t trust you/believe you. [phrases spoken simultaneously] Reality sucks, doesn’t it? I was in his pencil box. I think that’s the only thing you look at. Walt Disney, can we say he had fingers? Of course he did. He just didn’t put ‘em in his movies. He wasn’t concerned with reality. Now where do we look at to be true? This is a strange one: I’m molten lava; I make the world a better place. This man’s sexual sins, his penis as it looks at children, Krakatoa. My God the music in this program, it sets the world straight. Read a few poems and see. Can we heal pedophilia? Can we change the world? I hold you accountable on this blog! I’ve pulled down my social media pants and given you something to think about. Where does reality lie with us? It’s bigger than sin, our existence. I call you on your shots. You take the world and make it a paper-mâché. You take a black kidney and throw it away. You don’t know how to face reality. I’m on your gun. You just squeeze people, take them in the social room and make them comply. You are not concerned with what works better or what works best. You want people to believe you/obey you. [phrases spoken simultaneously] You think I’m talking to a police officer’s gavel, or the lawmakers. Can we address society? Blog reader, don’t get angry, but you’re the society I’m talking to. And you thought Big Brother’s a government. Flag my blog. Bring us to the border with this. This is terrible. Nobody’s ever a piece of paper. We are living, breathing, human beings, each trying to make sense out of life. I’ve taken my disorder and done just that. I’ve gotten at the world that way. I’ve figured out things, taking my penis as a flashlight. Tell me that’s not the quick of our social selves, the genital stick up. It brings heart matters to bear. It lollipops the whole world. It gets us clean, if you dare to shine God with it. Am I making you sorry you’re such principle ass keepers? I can show you how to be human, and you don’t rob anyone of their meaning in time. You only rob meaning to rob meaning. This is America. We look down the gun at pedophiles, and my don’t the world believe us? We don’t care how spiritual you. You have no right to say anything. I don’t think you know the Apostle Paul, for surely if you’re not Christian, you’ve been raised in a Christian country. How many Christians did he kill, before he outshined Jesus as the principle Bible teller? Would if he killed children? You know I’m talkin’ executions. Now tell me I’m dirt, and redemption’s impossible. I think you killed Jesus. Wasn’t he a victim of sexual sin? And they shot him for it. I’m sorry I don’t believe in your goodness, in your virtue. I think you’re just as mean as me, when I held a boy down and ruined his life, and he cried. What did I say? How detached from reality I was. I couldn’t feel his pain. I’ve wanted to apologize. You don’t know where we have to go to heal this thing called human. We have to get down into the blood, into those spaces where we are cut off from one another, where human doesn’t fit, animal reigns. Somehow we have to transform those moments. How to bring people there? We have to get down into humanity’s stuff. And do we do that with Hitler killing Jews? It’s an example we wear to try to stop this among us. How many Jews say that? Where are Jews today? Still under the gun. You don’t want them there, and you want to protect children, and you want no more atrocities. Am I right? Where do we go? I’m showin’ yah. Will you just listen and not shoot. Will you be there for me too? It’s a reality seer, the direction of our travel. Will you see that? Will you know it’s there? Survivalist, I’m so sorry I failed the test. You don’t know what I’m doin’. You just think I’m a piece of paper. I’m taking my very life and placing it in your hands. I’m obeying God. I can’t get any bigger than that. I have the greater love. I’m not sorry for it/ashamed of it. [phrases spoken simultaneously] It’s not a box office hit. I think you’ll shoot me for it, but I’ve given you the formula for world change. This poem is just the beginning. Have you seen it yet? There is no one we cut off from humanity if you don’t want anyone cut off from their humanity. I can’t say this loud enough. I need you to see reason and the purpose of Jesus, come to terms with your humanity. It’s a rising sun. It doesn’t hurt people that wipe away guns from your eyes. It stays away from harm altogether, if it can help it. Can I reach you? Can this just be the two of us sharin’ bread? I’ve put my life on the line. Is that worth nothing, the sacrifice? I got this house full of living people inside, and I love them all. I’m a house keeper, and I field house. It’s my primary reality, where I spend the most of my time. They don’t know I’m under the gun. I don’t defeat them. I’m their Santa Claus, and a whole handful are dogs. They are so innocent. What are you going to do with that, tear out everybody’s hearts there? I want you to know the people you kill, if you should surrender to armed impulse to uphold a reality you don’t live up to. Now I continue with my life, even if you don’t mercy me. I do not know what God has in store, but I think Jesus died on the cross so I don’t have to. Tell me you only feel outrage. Tell me that’s all you feel. You’re alarmed over me. I don’t think you’ve gauged a piece of paper correctly. I am not the danger one here. You are the gun. You are not lawlessness. You’re something worse. The force of good in law you turn to slay. I haven’t had a chance to say this: how we doin’? If I just spit on you, feeding time. I really wanna make you happy with yourself. I want to show you goodness that does not kill. I want to hold your hand and give you a reality that doesn’t suck. Open up to the depths of life. Get out of right and wrong. We’re up there in the sky in splendid love. Can you meet me there? Can you come to my garden? I’ve planted so many roses for you. Read each one. Hi Luna. Are we nuts? Hi Lisa. My Rottweilers I’m showin’ yah. I’m in the way with them. They finish me off. I am so in love with them it hurts. I worry over their human. It’s my job with them. I’m bringing them to us. I think some know of the possibility. There, I hold a boy’s hand in a Rottweiler’s fur. It’s such a clean love. All that beauty, I don’t need to take it and eat it. Regal a Rottweiler is, standoffish in Time’s Square, but I can get into some lovin’, you know? This change, a boy is glad and bears it. He doesn’t have to hold himself there a freight train. He gets that good love a Rottweiler gives, and they just steal your heart. No here Luke, follow Us. This is brain, the trail towards enlightenment, come boy. [heard sung, my voice and guitar] What does the red line mean? That fundamental safety line, no one violates. What tempered glass is the horse driven? We actually go to spiritual enlightenment. You grow out me. But how? Run in the house the consciousness of Christ child. I thought about it. Know, a national thought a ride. And it is a blessing isn’t it. Until it becomes the official record, some Disney Land that you’ve come out with in the world, that will be your attack point this is reality bliss. Now tell me again you’re America land of the free. Fort Myers Beach, is it the origins of a better society? A beautiful place, thank you for the sun golden.
The Ugliest Banjo
All we ever do is resurface, call brotherly love. [both lines heard sung,] I’ve set the price of stuff. I’ve set it down on paper, in digital media. It was a good voice. I’ve said it all over the world. You put lands on that date also. I’m gonna take my story back. I took you some Tamil Nadu. I don’t know which one’s the maintenance. I lecture tomorrow, not the video, the epiphany, not the human unity poem, my arrival in Auroville a member. He’s a tough one. They stare at me. All I ever did was catch you. [line heard sung] Is that a paperclip? Convince ourselves: everybody, you don’t I really got a taste of God. It’s at the deepest level the shallow level of life. It won’t bite you. It won’t leave you alone. You just put your headset on. A blunder virtual reality. Look no Bible days. Process live without student. I’m three feet up. I’m a hole in your garden. I’m there behind you. Can you smell me? Can you smell my rose? Take me out of the picture. I’d even say why you do it. What were you saying? It’s not crap. It’s Sunday dinner. All the people not measuring up. I can’t take it. Tell me what happens. He gets accepted by the many. You thwart him, and every time he gets up. He did, he became enlightened. That’s what you have done. I’m not gonna you want. I’m just gonna be a hole in your community until it, I become a member of your community. I can tell you things that are just so down to earth they’re needed. Just gorgeous, who I am, the ugly duckling.