If you are reading this poem on a phone, note that the integrity of the lines, a major feature of poetry, is not displayed properly. Many if not most get cut short because of the small screen.
Under Fire Lake with the hatred that rules society. I’m on a mountain. Each new tap on the shoulder crosses worlds Snoopy rides, but I’m into the fire large out on the floor from all the spiritual dawns. You hear the spiritual advice at the Roxie? Knock it off. I’m a tourist information booth.
Everybody has left the United States. We are beached on a poem. There’s nowhere to turn. I’ve fucked up. I’ve called poetry in on its job. I can’t even show you the poem. You’d fight me for it. Guaranteed I’d lose my job, and I’d be homeless again.
What’s these great stakes? Snowball, we’d watch it rise downhill, until my boss heard about it, our not allow four dogs landlord. Can I call them on it? I can describe their preferences that would reach the limit at this poem. How much help they’ve given me would end there.
What I am sayin’? I’ve got a poem to knock your socks off, but you don’t want to read it if you’re a normal American fanfare, if you reach deep in your pocketbooks to exploit people, if you make hell the end of the game for non-Jesus people.
Can I get away with murder? I have to be careful what I say. I can’t open my mouth in poetry. I wanna see my dogs, and I wanna live again. Can you blame me for self-censorship? This isn’t fair. I suffer.
I do not understand capitalism. It won’t accept another way of life that makes sacrifice a way of life, sacrifice for your brother and sister in life, sacrifice to the better in you. We’re beached on whale, and even communism beaches there and our church’s regard.
Come on Sacrifice Capitalism, the laissez faire don’t believe in, can we change the world there? I have a hunch. Before profits we ask need, what’s best for the community, and can we have humanity please considered too? Can we grand the whole world in business decisions so that animals matter and the breath of our life trees, what about for our island Fort Myers Beach?
Sacrifice Capitalism ladies and gentlemen. Work out the details school children in role play, every business leader. The profits take a backseat to need. Can we get there?
Not even to a poem I cannot show you because you would not let me do it, be a poet on live, talk about the weather, and political Christians control the weather that bursts apart in our minds, and money rules the show.
I can’t spit out the juice. I’m not exactly at fault. Do you believe in poetry? It’s just somethin’ to report to your superiors? Now I need everybody to take a deep breath. Is this paper weight? A ninny of a poem, a filler for time shares. Wanna see the real thing? Wanna see it? You do? Do you thirst for it?
I’m on a bank of the Lord deliverin’ the paper. A big decision, and I’m not safe. Ask you another question. Glory did somethin’? Whoa my poem just went in the air. It’s gonna take some doin’ I rush this right through. I’m 33-years-old, givin’ out a lot of free material. They killed him. Damn, you got your hands on me. Do you get me my poetry constituents?
Fire in the yard, I’m gonna put some poetry someplace else, a whole nuther anthem from here. I don’t trust you. You’ll kick me out for poetry. You won’t even give me a chance to bring my dogs to town my poetry has made you so mad.
This is the price you pay for poetry. They take from you what you love. They make you know you must comply in the bowels of the truth and keep your poem from the public mind that would change minds.
“Faiths Are Only a Doubt”, or whatever title it bears, the poem I’m waiting for to set the record straight, is blowin’ in the wind. Can you capitalism that? Can capitalism show that?
I couldn’t come from the city according to our needs. A oneness organization, that’s the start of it, the city the Earth needs. The walls are coming down, it’s where we begin. This is the largest city in Heaven, and it’s expensive to live in.
How many people protect themselves from the Infinite? How many people have bibles they won’t cross thresholds with? They can’t get out of the Book or this Name says. They can’t plant infinity there, and they argue and bicker among themselves about it, the rulebook says.
Am I just a hedonistic paradise? I sacrifice even my thoughts to the divine and live a simple life to prove it. I don’t cut down banyan trees. I sit together with everybody there, and I know hard work, and I know rest and play.
I love God, and that is my first priority, not the God of this man says, the God of the banyan tree. I have seen God’s eyes staring back at me in everyone’s. I can pet a dog and feel that, rub a cat.
I am about the mountain in springtime. I know how to address the world: oh my God I love you. I have seen fire and rain, and I changed my life because of it. I no longer hurt people or cause them pain. I draw the lines everywhere to prevent that. I know the meaning of sacrifice. It’s how my thoughts meet the world. It’s how my hands meet the day.
I am an Aurovillian comes theoretically, and I shout this to the Earth. I will get bigger than my kind. I will transform consciousness inside into our greater type. I will give birth to divinity on a collective field, and our hands will salt the Earth with its great and needed change, and I am here my friend opening doors for you that you may walk through them. Auroville will you hear me? Auroville can you feel that looking?
This poem was emailed to many Auroville email addresses, most all the principle leadership bodies, and it was the object of an art action on Sept 3rd and 4th, where I and Mithun taped and tacked it up on bulletin boards and walls around Auroville and on banyan trees in the township, or it was just handed to individuals. This is the performance art a recent poem, “The Diamond”, mentioned, before, I might add, there was inkling on my part to do any.
This poem and the preceding one made the secretary of Auroville, Jayanti Ravi, mad, and she got me kicked out of India over it, personally.
Real life forum for the discussion of school peace, a brick, that brick has something to do with you. We don’t wanna do it, continue, and we face certain destruction. Death is ever on our knee, and the world fail is in the picture now. A sudden storm could kill us. We are never safe, and we just explode all the time, come to hope and then crash, come to bay and then sink.
If you are left out of this loop, eventually your cross will come. We are not safe from crisis, and we are manipulated to star’s end over the avoidance of such. Some have good fingers, some no. Just look out for what’s right. You have it all the time, in some speaker in your room.
The avoidance of death is not possible, but we can make peace with our time that comes. We can ground ourselves in reality, and we can even see what’s ahead, and if there’s disaster ahead, well this is the crux of the matter ain’t it? We don’t want the suffering to kill us. We have to find a solution, or chaos reigns.
And what of prolonged disaster? I have been rejected by society like men on death row, and there is no way to climb out of this hole. It’s pleasant enough. I live in a bright home, and no one will see me there. I’m not value to anyone except whom I can count on one hand. This is deliberate and mean. It’s not the normal social isolation. So shoot me for it and let’s move on.
I’ve measured humanity in my bare hands. I have been to the top and the bottom of this old world. I commune with spirits and the impossible. I have seen things you don’t want to see, and I’m not talkin’ murder and mayhem. I’m talking about the fresh expression of the universe ploughin’ us down to make its see, how the Gods sit in their homes and use us as dice in their gambles on the world, and we get crushed, and how God watches too big to help. We are at a certain level of universe that pay the price. We sit on Heaven’s back the sustenance it needs to survive.
I have found a way out of this. I have found the truth of who we are, and it’s a slow movement’s crawl to the goal, when this is time on earth. I’m not filling you with hope I’m filling you with seeing. We are bigger than all that. We are outfielders from another universe that encompasses this one. We abide there now on our tops.
I’m speaking from there in the knowledge I give. It’s clear and certain knowledge, and it will open up the whole world to you one step at a time. It will mitigate disaster, break in on it and help you rise above it. It will sit with you at night and hold your hand. We are a dream weaver’s store lost in our dream, and it’s a collective dream that we share together, and we will wake up together when the time comes. That’s the certainty of dream.
Now can I honest myself here? I’m a pauper when it comes to Earth’s stuff, but I’m rich in meaning’s worth. I’m a brink in the wall that is us, but you can take me out and see time, remove me and see beyond the universe. I crumble in my own hands, and even in my tears, if I cannot feel the joy on my tops, I know it’s there.
I have given formulas for world change, and they go by unnoticed. I have laid practicality at philosophy’s door, given psychology wings, and taken the big questions and answered them right in front of your nose, and the mind meets understanding, and I’m just this existence worth that has no place among you. You think so?
I’m gonna dictate mission impossible. With all due respects, can we land society here, I’m conducting a sense of sacrifice where I meet the world? I’m writing this with a déjà vu. Even if you have not had your lives torn asunder, do not find yourself in hell on earth, or smell that awful stench near, can you make ends meet, support yourself and your family and not have to struggle all the time?
I’m talking to the great majority of mankind. Oh my God, poor people gonna rise up, get their share. [sing this and above line, tune “Talkin’ Bout a Revolution”] Can I sing to you another song? It’s the only way to be human on this planet, whatever your religion or creed or nationality. We temper our hearts with a sense of sacrifice. I’m talkin’ to the captains of business and all who make a profit sting.
You can tax the rich all day, and you haven’t met them in their homes, where they need to see their lives are propped up on so much suffering. Cynical people don’t need me I know, and people that run over other people to make them pay are not interested in changin’, but do we have to back them up in society and pretend it’s not happening, the great rape of mankind?
Yep there is. It’s everywhere apparent, and politicians take off our shoes and show us other stuff. Can any responsible journalist hear me, concerned teacher in school, professor? Preacher from your pulpit look at this, temple master. Can we talk about sacrifice in business as a way to heal humanity, / discuss this every day where politicians get our vote, where the rich see TV and governments listen?
Why is world fail? No matter who you blame it on it always comes down to this: somebody’s getting rich at the expense of others, at the expense of the environment, at the expense of us. It’s not a hole in one each time, and there are other factors, but tell me this one has no bearing on today’s world. Tell me it’s a trivial matter. Why aren’t we talking about it where we rise up and make social change?
I’ve put this in your hands right alongside the transcendent, how we get by in this place. I’ve put it right alongside social justice, without mentioning punishment or the price of beer, I mean sex roles and how you spend them. I’m givin’ yah things to talk about in a voice that matters. I’m showin’ you what’s up. Thank God I’m lost on social media. Just think if word got out. Mainstream do you hear me? I’m lettin’ the cows out. I’m lettin’ the rich hear me. I’m taking social justice by the wings.
What is the formula for world change? C-o-m-e t-o t-h-e t-y-p-e r-o-o-m. Your typewriter to write it. Eternity is a crossing reference for the that’s how the book of love. [sing line from the word that’s] So much more beyond our horizons. I’ve been up there you know, on our tops, and I’ve failed you. I just kept goin’ in an old movie and racked up my isolation today, again and again. Bless you I’m sorry.
Sacrifice is the only way to meet these things: you have to have it, and it hurts other people. Nothin’ you could do but give that up: boy I hurt you. This lasts a long time, where you find others lookin’ at yah funny and suspicious of your every move. You will not be rewarded for sacrifice.
Get that through your thick head if you’re making a profit on people’s pain. Turn philanthropist I’m sorry, and you’re givin’ till it hurts because you love them so, well that’s tough idn’t it, no one believes you. You’re still around money.
But you’ve come a long ways, and you’re not doin’ this for the praise of the crowd. That’s hypocrisy. You sacrifice your Wall Street for love. I can’t tell you how to do that, fall in love with everybody, and with some people it will never work, but you at least learn to identify with them. It does start with empathy, and then it goes through spiritual change. You see the oneness danglin’ everywhere, and you want to make it right with all there is. I guess that’s the stoppin’ point for this poem: let’s begin that shall we?
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?
You think 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,
is that 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.
Harm's End 