A Flavor Drop the Gun

photo by Donny

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.