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How pregnant the moments are,
bleeding in
on railroad cars.
We can’t get around the moment time.
It’s sharks.
You are present moment robbed.
Then the past slips in,
like an already buried phantom
we can’t grasp.
I’m Easter Sunday
to rise from the dead
a flashing moment links.
Then the future comes in
at what exact moment?
I can’t catch myself there.
Did the past just happen?
Is the future beginning?
Between there I walk,
startled at the immensity
of the father of time
trapping me in moments
I share with all of you.
Wow, just wow.

Do you forbade this?
Let’s get out of here.
Another field has its day.
I’ve seen it with my own two eyes.
I’ve seen it with my own feet.
We can step outside of time,
and we can be immensity.
What happened to me?
I’ve undergone surgery
in my life pull.
Come on baby,
let’s get on with this show
the present eats at.
I’m present with everything.

Hand me over the shadows,
I’m comin’ home,
and you can throw me over the sidewalk.
I’m participatin’
in the grand design
a color of Earth,
a conscious actor of Earth.
Warm me to it
Buttercup.
I’m delivered
spitin’ and shine.
You’ve never seen the likes of me,
and I ain’t no alien,
just a paratrooper
landin’ on your plate
all plasma-like.
Gosh dog I’m delivered,
real on time.
Push me off a cliff no.
What’s the name?
This is a family farm,
dreams of America.

Oh hello,
do you know the joy of life,
unspoken sun in our deeps?
I clamor now
for that revelry.
Please oh moonfaced beauty world
hear me speak.
Eyes of lightning fire,
I give you the world.
Hold it in your hand
a thunder and a crash
of the song of night and day
singing for greater dawns.

Don’t neglect me now.
I am your own voice
caught in midsummer throes.
Will you wrap your head around it
and put it on your heart stove?
That’s a poem do life
in our very tarry,
a shoulder for the mountaintops.
Defend Rottweilers,
we have a consultation there
to bring the owner in its scope
to address heroes.
I bid you goodwill
a cherry blossom
from on high.

Read it and weep motherfuckers.
I’m down on earth sayin’ that
your salvation has come at last.
Unhand me now I’m time
messin’ with you
an insult riot,
introducing a poem
you will not believe.
It’s beyond anything you have ever read,
beyond even time and all it shows.
You’re just gonna sit there and read it,
aren’t yah,
for time and all it’s worth,
deepening for all it’s worth?

I’m sorry, but
no matter what you believe you’re gonna come here.
Before the railroad tracks are finished
people come here
to get all the way to science
and beyond,
to know they’ve come far.
We’re strong views.
We’re rebel.
Look normal.
We haven’t come up with a big movie yet.
It’s impossible.
No one wants to change the world.

Everyone’s got their cliffhangers on.
They’re mean and nasty
to the price of change,
to real change in their hand.
We’re on limits.
You can’t spell change.
Everybody thinks it’s in your diet and food,
or political views,
or in how you rules hang out,
or in how you sex hang out,
or kind of man you have,
I mean the humanity you keep.
Do you follow the rules
of this persuasion or that?

An opening,
the availability of consciousness,
it’s not in your yard yet,
even if you do study your dreams.
I’ve been in a dream group for 40 years,
she told me,
I see the mundane as everything.
You can’t lizard
the mundane is all I see;
I don’t see the world in a glass.
You can't say like that
and expect to get out of it
more than it has.

You’re only interested in the world that you see.
Where is your bigger notion?
What are you looking at?
Oh hey,
all the religions are an attempt
to get us across
a bridge that won’t hold our weight
or allow us to cross
if we’re human.
They don’t change your consciousness.
They’re a system of rules and beliefs
and practices.
They’re not the main front.
You are a really good person because of them
or really on their side.
The chances of you stumbling upon enlightenment,
even if your religion reaches that far,
tell me they’re great.

I am the light of the world—
holdin’ consciousness.
It’s bigger than you think.
It’s got sleeves on it.
You can study the world through there.
I’ve opened up a big one,
the inner voice and vision,
what’s you’re listenin’ to right here.
I mean that’s on the radio now.
Shakespeare left out the spiritual bits
you know,
as this is not unknown
poets write.
Do pause it we can
and throw it out our window,
Mr. and Mrs. Public Mind,
the Flintstones.
Let’s sing, shall we?

All in a day’s work,
that’s the Munchkins,
and we proprietor our list
further afield.
There’s also the vehicle of consciousness itself,
direct seeing.
It has modes on it.
You see the world touching itself,
even on your inside.
You see it aware of itself
in your thought throes.
You know you are the larger organism
evolving in man.
Then there’s the sleeve of spiritual vision itself.
You see the world not in it.
These are huge immensity spheres
the world is just a part of.
It’s got Gods in it and Queens
and everything you look at
that’s invisible here on earth,
the spiritual knowledge part
you open your eyes to,
the direct experiences beyond belief.

Okay we’re singing rain.
Things still fall apart.
You lose your loved ones
and die.
You have a bad day.
You get your fingers crossed.
Oh God hallelujah,
you see the end of the world.
Now let’s climb out of this, shall we?
It’s good
to see beyond the world.

Now I can’t get yah up there,
on infinity’s plane,
on the real you,
on the individuality that you are God
that just as startlingly made a world
to descend into,
the whole cup,
in the maturity of its spheres.
I can’t get yah up there but I can try
to get you beyond the world
in your anal sphincter,
in that most bottom place you see the world.
It’s all symbol and wrought.

We live in a game
that none of our games measure.
It’s not a flippant to the wind.
It has purpose and time
and is goin’ somewhere.
It’s bigger than anything you do
or that you can think out of,
is the holder of time
transcendent of it.
It doesn’t bottom out the world.
It’s these glory stakes.
A Power has come down from on high
and smote open the Void.
It happens
nothingness takes on forms
we inhabit.
Buttressed up by the Void,
we’re not gonna have a good time,
or all our good times
will be shadowed by doom.

We are experiments
in world making,
but we are more than that.
We are the spirit in the machine.
We’re not just Void forms.
God inhabits us
like his wears,
and the final Mystery we cannot penetrate
inhabits us and God.
There are more levels than you can shake a stick at,
using words of ours to describe the unknown,
to the All-Immensity Everything
that goes down to our toes
closer to us than us,
fields beyond this Earth.

I’ve taken you that far
in the measure of this poem.
I’ve shown you immensity.
I’m a traveler you see.
I’ve been up there on high
a brief moment,
and I’ve stepped in enlightenment a time or two,
and here I’ve given it to you,
a way out of this mess,
a higher calling,
a way to get your feet on the ground.
It’s an opening in the consciousness you see,
wide open exploration
of this thing called you
in every door inside you can find,
until the world shuts off
its all there is.

You grow in consciousness
to encompass the world,
spiritualize everything you see…
Hold on,
this is not a play God worship triangle.
You realize the larger you
beyond spheres,
and you rest in that notion,
and you take that car
to enlightenment and beyond,
and you get there
sooner or later.
Death cannot stop you,
and the next life can’t impede.

You are so window
the life in front of you.
Can you see beyond time?
Your origins speak to your gulfs
you are bigger than time,
and your gulfs can feel that,
even in the midst of misery,
and I’m tellin’ yah how
to lift yourself out of it.
You see the truth of things.
You see their representative nature.
You know you are a hero
in some goddamn movie
where the movie making art
has reached the skies,
a film with bad junction,
confusing the shit out of us
here and there,
but it’s home itself
under the wood,
in its crossbeams
enlightenment
sticks its face in.
It’s another place entirely
the bended world that you see.
Am I gettin’ my point across?
Do you see it?
Do you know it’s there,
the
way out of trouble?

And we’re goin’ beyond science now,
with its clipped outlook on things.
Forever know
in matter’s field
matter is all there is,
or the building blocks of matter
all put in a row.
They can’t see the larger field.
Science is blind to immensities.
Universal laughs
count its sums.
How diamond is that,
science has not reached its zenith yet?

Pale immensities blind its urge.
The starry star field space
and cosmic uncertainties
sheriff its notions,
and even atoms ride this dance,
the subatomic swirl.
I cannot count to you science’s sums,
but it’s not looking for meaning
in this grand design.
Pallid parts,
a working whole,
dumbly do their duty.
It has no imagination afar,
and it doesn’t care to look.

Consciousness is to it a vague table
it does not know the meaning of,
matter designs,
spits out,
and the ghost in the machine cannot be found.
Matter is a bridge to cross
they do not wire consciousness in.
This baffles them.
All the firings are there,
all the many sounds,
but consciousness is not a thing to behold.
The experience of self
eludes their grasp.
A sudden actor upon the scene,
or does self and being go way back?

Consciousness is the ghost in the machine,
and we would find it there,
our meaning,
in great explorations of consciousness
that find common ground.
Study those,
enlightenment’s sphere,
as a vehicle of consciousness,
not a whodunit,
and all can find the well of soul,
falling down the chute of consciousness
all through dream to it.
You’ve been there before,
in dreamless sleep,
all your lives.
It’s a good night’s sleep,
the trudge on children
in waking them up,
if you want to know the truth.
They’ve been down there you see.

There’s no way to go down there for memory.
You will never think there before
you consciously enter the chute and go there,
and there’s the hells of our long road,
and the other side,
the city of the dead who are living
a different kind of life,
slow, as the sun
that cooks our Earth,
is not there,
and who can make it to the other side
of life and death and enter Heaven?
And I have not counted all,
the common locations to us all
in the realms of consciousness,
only what I myself have experienced
and know is there
the whole of humanity join me
in its stories and lore.

There are common locations to us all
science can seize
by a collective looking
not bound by science.
Imagination’s down there
and our own fantasy realms
and the inner experience we have,
but we can break some ground, you know,
in identifying locations.
I have been a rocket ship
on a moment’s par
and lifted my head out of the universe
in impossible sun,
into the larger field we are,
into the glory ride.

What can I tell you about it?
You hear all these poems.
I can’t get science there
in its studying arm,
its microscope,
its larger then field share,
and it won’t give me credit for my see,
but truth follows truth,
and we will arrive beyond the universe one day
with our science lens,
and we will discover purpose in time
and the microscope looking at us
in great giros of love
we identity share.

Is this the danger it keeps,
oh my God, that’s us,
microscopic entities
Gods eat,
or horrible beings ride?
Did you listen to a word I said?
We’re not computer simulations.
We can’t make universes lock, stock, and barrel.
Ours is a pitiful notion
confined to a computer.
We can’t make whole universes
the experiment in time.
We can’t unlock the Void
from its secrets.
We can’t unlock nothingness.
We are scientists and engineers
trapped in a universe
simulating ourselves to no end,
and we cannot create out of it.
Do you have your head on you see?
Are you there?

The experiential experience of consciousness,
who done it,
magpies?
You are yourself.
Where does that come from?
Where’s it going?
Let’s stab here
round about forever.
There is no larger consciousness.
It’s been cut off in a hole
science made.
They can see themselves.
They can’t see consciousness.
It’s tin drums.
It’s not the real thing.
The brain is.
We tender this
because science is dumb.

How did we evolve then
from lower animals?
We can see a difference in consciousness.
Their identity sparks with ours,
and we have the upper hand.
We have self-reflective consciousness
to a degree they don’t.
We’re in the business of us
transforming us.
We learn, we grow, we share
human consciousness.
It’s diluted
the more the beast rides us.

Now how do we get to consciousness?
Can you see the progression?
Yes hands and feet I know,
larger brains,
an upright stance,
and they just appeared out of nowhere?
A great cosmic sea called life
unfolded the protozoa into man?
Come on guys,
you know there’s intelligence in the machine.
It’s huge.

Now what do we do with that?
Evolve further man.
Come back to the beanpole
and understand science.
It can’t think out of its wares.
It sees man that’s all.
We don’t grow in kind
to another type.
We stop here.
There is no further on.
Kinda tickles yah pink, don’t it?
There is no soul in the machine.
This is just an output of gas
that belched the universe,
and a single cell organism became man.
That’s the tide,
and now it’s receding.
Nature’s done.
You silly people.

We have further to go.
The intelligence in the machine
is on top of us,
and we will become larger than man someday.
I can see that happenin’.
I can see your starry face.
I can see the wheels on the universe.
We get bigger than this.
Fine I’ll ride the time.
Science has to see it,
because it’s there.

Rush you out of school and punch you to him.
You’re not being fair.
He’s the biggest log on this fire.
He’s experienced consciousness,
has done the double dynamite,
can log dreams
and prove to you they’re real.
If you would listen he would interpret them
and put your interpretation to shame.
You’re not about science.
You’re about protecting your brood.
You have a classified information survey
and won’t let anybody in unless they’re kin,
really protect your bar,
laugh at outsiders.

Stupid survey,
have you gotten anywhere
that protects us from ourselves,
that improves man,
that makes us better people?
Where are you at?
It’s not in the thunder game.
You’re stuck in Petri dishes and telescopes,
awe us with your magnitude
photos wrought.
You can’t find the meaning of man.
You’re not even tryin’.
Yet you are the high priests of society,
the ones we listen to,
the ones we trust.

You haven’t earned your keep,
but you’re a pattern on society’s arm.
You would fail is this weren’t right:
society’s balance is in your hand,
and your information keeps it afloat.
You deal in infinitesimals,
and this is rocket science.
You’ve reached the end of your freeway.
You’ve reached the end of your rope.
We’re hoping for flying cars,
get some pioneers on Mars,
and can you put thing together
so they don’t fall apart,
and can you make Earth work?
That’s doubtful.
You can’t avoid climate change.
You can’t fix it.
It’s beyond science,
your repertoire now.
You’re just talkin’ dim.

Are you ever gonna get around to us
and work on climate change,
the inner climate of man,
so that we aren’t on our race anymore,
and we don’t just meet our own kind,
we group as humanity
and not along nationalistic lines,
we become better people,
and that’s your main thrust?
Are you as hateful as the rest of us,
or is that hatred because of you?

You’re indifferent to the needs of man,
where we meet each other,
in our love for one another.
You don’t call that nature’s process.
You haven’t gotten off the first rung
of where you begun.
You’re still in laboratory revolution,
and you like it there.
You don’t count our stakes
at other IQs,
where babies are born,
and how environment determines fate.
You don’t even look at sexual process
as our sexual identities are born.
You don’t know where sexual disease comes from,
and you haven’t a clue how to cure it.
You just want to please the crowd,
when it comes to these matters.
You’re not on our side,
who are by nature wrought
into things we don’t understand.
You don’t help us there.
You throw us away
in the same way as ole Billy Bob,
and you have no compassion
for our kind.

Can you bleed this on society?
Why do you freeze us at the crossroads?
Aren’t you the humanitarian?
Are you in the halfway clear?
Are you respected by most people?
Aren’t you the perfect people to help us,
stop the hate,
bring understanding?
We didn’t choose to be this way.
Can you not help us help ourselves,
and give us good reason not to offend?
I’m the babysitter.
Nice to meet yah.
Okay let’s take this from the top.
No bad bathrooms please.
We’re gonna give you a way out,
a checklist
to put in play,
so you know to watch for the signs
in yourself
you’re coming down across towards lines,
and this is some weird shit,
but pleasure hurts here,
and you really, really care for that child
it’s your job to protect.

Am I down on earth now?
Is this science at itself?
Why not?
That went too far,
your major motion picture feature,
and science can’t help itself here.
That’s not our responsibility.
You’re barkin’ up the wrong trees.
Who else would do it,
the cops?
They’re not in for the humanity.
I’ll tell you,
they just wanna make arrests,
crime watch.
When they boil water,
they want a hand there to put it in.
You’re supposed to be scientists,
and you can meet us in our wood.
You can’t make plans
to make us better men and women?
You can focus on us
and not on plants in the machine,
and not on all this around us.
Goddamn it can you stop it please,
being agnostic to the needs of man?
It’s your job
to make a better world.
You’re not just lookin’ for discoveries.
You don’t need your name priorities.
You need to help us,
the human race,
in our very throes of life.

The nature of man,
the power keg,
it’s right in the middle of us,
and you just gather up your tools
and go look at rocks.
Yes we are busy,
but sometimes
we listen with our hearts
and try to improve the plight of man.
This can become our main event.
It sure can—
way more work.
That’s alright.
It’s okay.
Work at progress,
that’s in our bones.
That’s all-American,
we put that in our hats.

If we started some nuclear bomb…
I don’t need to go any further.
We have got to make amends.
I don’t want to.
It all washed up
with that parting attitude.
Fine sergeant fine,
put ‘em in the death camps,
and that’s where we’re headed,
and our unscientific community
will applaud.
Pinned to death row,
touched fat child,
you’re martyring individuals
for your own damn pleasure.
You’re the only thing that could possibly
free this from death row,
Mr. and Mrs. Scientist.
Are you okay already?
Life in here a death penalty
the mode of consciousness I Am,
the ego bound personality,
and I’m gettin’ outta here.
Most of it,
everything’s a lack of understanding.
The problem’s larger
than cops and robbers.
Oh hallelujah, see that.

I’m not a nazi holdin’ you down.
I’m a gallopin’ horse
to suddenly get you somewhere.
A happy and a chewin’ gun
down there,
they’re happy.
You don’t understand.
You just don’t get it.
Service dogs,
listed till three,
come away with their sexuality.
No fingers on it please
desire bound.
No love angles
a romance
in a same sex package
got genital spray on it,
unless you want a gay or lesbian.
Oh my little lover,
how many times yah heard that?
For you it’s just satisfaction city.
You love that romance.
Hardly any outward signs
of genital pressure.
It’s just pleasure to you.
That kid sees it differently:
it’s all-encompassing life,
and it’s determining their sexuality.
Okay where do pedophiles come from?
The hand laid on them naked and bare,
or some kissin’, robbin’, suckin’ mouth,
or a parent’s genitals,
and they’re gonna be determined towards children,
the infant and toddler you have.
By three it’s a done deal,
or thereabouts,
and you don’t remember, do you,
anything that went on.

Need I tell you the story,
Mr. and Mrs. Gay-Lesbian?
I just did.
I think I just did.
You’re not rainbows.
You’re pathology I’m sorry.
Now where’s the pride in that?
We have to see the mechanism to find it.
Now could you start lookin’
and come back with the report?
We need to get to the bottom of things.
We don’t need to fudge this up
with wish fulfillment.
Okay boss?

Your husband,
well that’s a proper fit
for you,
and I ain’t tearin’ you apart.
Same goes for the girls.
We just got our drawstrings down there,
and I want you to see ‘em.
You don’t have to change a thing,
except give me a break will yah?
You’ve thrown me under the bus,
to get yourself accepted,
and could you could please, pretty please, see that too?
You have no room to talk.
You’re just obeyin’ your nature,
as pretty as you please.
It’s just in a room of adults,
and you can handle each other,
but the surface is the same;
there’s just no kids in the room.
Can you just please empathize?
My whole dog from the servicing exotic fields!
Gonna great you are,
and the most beautiful thing,
we’re gonna take you
you’re gonna help ‘im.
I guess you’re gonna do that.
We grew our hair.
We gave to the world,
as gays and lesbians who care.
Get to know ‘im
poem city.

He’s gonna try to kill me,
somebody from this crowd,
because I’ve tried to include myself in it.
Add a P on the end of that rope will yah?
It’s what the + means.
Now you got your own habit,
and I’m not gonna break it down,
but understand some people have to change,
or remain celibate all their lives,
never touch the merchandise.
Can you get that clean?
It’s a compulsion just like yours,
if you take faces and ages outta the picture.
It’s a person’s raw sexuality,
their pleasure spot,
the other half they find fulfillment in,
what they socialize to do,
monumental to change,
and it’s hatred that keeps their hands off,
your hatred livid and mean?
I’m talkin’ to society now.
How is that possible?
They’re gonna get worse aren’t they?
Well they’re just gonna get worse.
If you continue with this hatred,
you’re gonna turn society over
in child molestation.
You’re not gettin’ anywhere with it.
You’re just robbin’ society of its peace.

It causes death,
I understand
that’s what you believe.
You need some help
understandin’ nature did not pit us so radar
a touch in the genitals ruins our lives,
if we’re but children.
What’s more threatening?
What we do to children under three,
and you know what?
There’s no pedophiles there there’s parents.
Assault went on barb,
and they entered sexual disease,
the pedophile station,
and I’m showing this to yah now,
and you’re not gonna change a thing
for a long time.
You’re just gonna hate me for it,
more viciously than ever,
and that’s where we end today.

I have to sit on this bench,
freeze me,
for the money you get.
It’s not wafers.
It’s middle ground.
Can’t you see I’m not stupid?
I have my hair done,
and I’m not on thin ice.
I’m on you guys side,
because I’m the same way,
and that’s not dirty.
I sit here with my dog and see you,
givin’ you information you need
to storybook.
This is not a time to get lazy.
I’m in revelation’s tall pail,
and I’ve opened my eyes around children
where parents take care of them.
The long and short of it is,
I’m not makin’ this up.
I have reality on my side,
even if the news don’t.

I think other people have seen
our sexual maps,
and I’m not the first to write about them.
Of course, they’ve been here all along.
I’m not claimin’ priority.
I just want you to see them,
where you understand where you came from
men loving men,
women women.
This is not down and dirty;
this is extra special clean,
my operating lens.
It doesn’t have desire on it
or anything against you.
I’m a reality speaker.
You need to investigate
my fieldwork.
Is this true to you?
How would you find that out?

People lie,
don’t see these things,
even when they’re doin’ them.
You’ve had a special relationship go under
the conscious light of day.
It could have been your aunt,
your father’s brother,
or some grandfather,
an older sibling,
if they had adult shoes.
You can find out who was there.
You can do that,
in the under threes.

What do you do with dreams?
So many of them backdrop this,
because it’s had such a determining hand
upon your life.
It will come out of the woodwork,
if you’re apt and applied to your dreams.
They carry your process,
are more conscious about yourself than you are,
and here’s the deal:
when you’re paying conscious attention,
a dream will bake you in there,
have such a handle on your life,
dreams will turn on,
when you’re paying attention to them,
and that’s a jackrabbit
it’s so very real.

Okay when that mud surfaces,
it fires it down to a littler name
because of this:
you loved the hand of this agency.
It was a beloved adult,
and you remember
those awesome feelings
of love.
This wasn’t genital orgasm.
This is where you liked to be.
The bag down there,
who buys them?
Don’t they have a bundle both
in my dreams?
You sat on laps didn’t you?
That bothers you,
if the adult lap gets exposed,
but if these are romantic feelings in bed,
if these were genital expressions in bed,
nothing stimulating them but the dolphin breeze,
just a wonderful tight feeling,
that was a thousand dollars.
This was warm and kind
and flirtatious to you,
simple things toddlers grasp
your adult didn’t know.
This was a cute love angle
they thought was harmless.
It did you in,
organized your sexuality there,
in same sex relationships.

Okay Peter,
mom is really on your tongue,
diddles with you in diapers,
like a cross breeze.
May I present
the uncouth disrespectful womanizer
who doesn’t understand the word no?
And that little nymphomaniac with daddy,
he peppered her just wrong,
and she grew up to be one,
but he never took a slice of her pie
or pulled out his schlong.

Jeepers creepers,
this has been goin’ on all along
in our underpants.
So hard
to see that.
Am I gettin’ anywhere with you?
First base I hope,
so you continue
and don’t just think your sexuality came from the breeze,
was just some made up choice you didn’t have.
You hear me children?
Wait a bit down the road,
and science will make this clear
when it look at us.
There, I’m an army Ranger,
getting my second chance at the Ranger Battalion.
There’s at least
a few scores of dreams
showin’ me the utter necessity.
Fine, I appreciate this,
but I can’t go back and take back I quit, you know?

No, no, no, no,
I’m not the teardrop.
I wonder how much that costs,
to great words beyond themselves
and fashion reality with them?
To fashion realty,
hey come here and see the goat
a poem’s to pick you with.
That poet to your face,
it’s no wonder
I’m not gonna rush from my job and see ‘im.
Alright hero,
lighten up.
You suffer
from everyday world,
and I can get there you see:
billy goat,
from man to human that’s me.

We’re all dead to the computer at the stop.
There seems no way around it,
through the computer,
and we will not solve our problems with it,
not the problem of human love.
We are crashing fast all around us,
and we need some hands on to change.
We are so in hatred with Jeffery Epstein
and anyone that gives a nod to him,
or gave,
in this American moment,
you won’t even look at my hand
and the impossible I’ve done.
I’ve changed the character of man.
I’ve changed my own nature,
right here on Planet Earth
under your nose,
and I’ve done it with these formulas
of greater looking,
and I will touch you there,
if you will get out of your head and smile
at this poet in his underwear,
at this poet at the helm
of the words that change life,
if you would but bear them
where yours touches life,
your meaning,
your purpose in time.
Rub meaning together,
I’m sorry,
I will show you the way.
That
is a field to play.

Do you know what man is?
They are the social strata of society,
who we are in time.
A human being has arrived at life
in everybody shares.
Don’t the movie
as man.
That have cooled stuff,
you’re doin’ better
than man.
You need a tablet.
A new style
of poetry,
poetry on the landmass,
poetry in spiritual circles,
well it brings us
that tablet in hand.

There’s more answers in here than you can shake a stick at.
Are you an important brow?
Can’t bother shrimp,
the poetry?
What are you tellin’ me?
Fixin’ to we honestly believe it or not,
right there in heart’s school,
we gallop there
towards our hidden rider,
the superhuman rider,
the supramental rider.
The internet,
that’s not your bluetooth.
It’s not even your mounting station.
This is all inside,
inside
in your latchkey universe.

Hearts are society.
Only yourself?
You’ll do fine.
There’s so many fields
of love,
so many,
in the inner workings of man.
Humanity’s all around you.
You’ve brought your dog
all through your humanity
the Tony Award.
Now open your eyes on the Earth
and see the living things.
Gotcha!
That’s a feelings test
you hold in your arms too,
heart bake,
in the self views of them too.
Wow I’ve spoken home.
You still got the funeral
looking before you.

My dog brings this around
to matter,
oh that sweet Luna.
Her inner Booboo
rumbles around dog notions
the sweetest in her kin.
She’s a safety dog,
the sweetest in the yard.
We find out ways how to handle change
in our everyday life
and make life better for all.
You got a formula.
Now the spiritual consciousness is so rare.
The Supermind is so rare.
Hi silly eyes,
let’s get the toolroom goin’.

Yes what you’ll do,
the sweetest island you’ll surface,
your very soul in your hands
living and breathing on Planet Earth.
Beats me,
that’s great for jump rope.
You are the hero of a stupendous movie,
don’t you get it?
Look I’ve
given you the very keys to the kingdom,
in spoken shares,
in soft I love yous,
left on your doorstep one,
the availability of soul,
and you know it’s there.
You know it.
The liftin’ voice and vision
that tamed this old coot,
I was gonna leave it for empire,
but it’s just around the house, you know?
Now in your bed.
I was gonna sing Kings and Queens
you live your life around,
but don’t bother.
The Gods are your starry roads,
not your kingdom,
your appetizers,
not the main course,
and that God is every name you know.
You hear me Houston?

Now here we are out of the cosmos
in the larger see,
the origin of the universe
and of you and me.
What a Person Trump deported;
thanks for the rule book.
That’s as high as you can go
in witness Houston.
It’s gettin’ to last people
eternity on earth,
your neighbor
the Gods in Heaven.
You haven’t been here
in imagination,
and there sure is fuck no rules to get there
Shenandoah.
We’re all laid out right,
though
of followin’ our own line of development,
hitchin’ on stars
from the eyes of soul.
Oh I forgot it.
No you haven’t Bhoomi,
no you certainly haven’t.
Pace an hour
in your notebook,
it’s the greatest thing on earth.
Just keep pacin’ until you feel like the world
watchin’ itself
in sweet tender shares.
You’ve found soul in your baked bread.
You’ve found soul in your living room.
It’s a temple ground you see,
the whole goddamn Earth,
set your right,
get you all squared away,
and now Mr. and Mrs. Bojoe,
look at me,
as a governin’ sunshine
in my hullabaloo.
You want me to turn out
what helps you?
Just pick up this poem
and read it
to all who cares.
Look I’ll send it to you
here on earth.
Gotcha!

We’re dealin’ okay.
What we’re tryin’ to do
is put you on that crosswalk.
Let me tell yah,
I think you’re up for it.
Techniques binding?
Let’s put it right under your nose.
Well, I been thinking.
Let’s get this started.
They’re here.
I’ll take a look.
In your head
take a looking,
you couldn’t find it.
It’s sweet and natural and pure,
over the rainbow.
You’re in that house.
Dick it with your feelings test.
Charge it with your mind.
Put everything on it.
Imitate its silence.
Wrap your balls with its void.
Don’t let up.
Hone in on your constitution
harrowing on enlightenment.

Keep this frame going,
that house,
as much as you are able
nonstop.
Sit and rub your head with it
in that’s how you grab your head,
cherrying in on that buzzing sound,
the mentor.
Lock your head on it
the way you hold your head
clapped down on it
not in thought process.
You’ve got location.
Cheerio.

On the starwards of enlightenment,
I’m a piece of work let my tell yah,
and so are you.
Yet I believe one morning of walking out of my
100 meter tent
and being enlightened.
Gosh dog bears,
make believe it’s fine for a couple of minutes,
I can’t see anything
than another
hallelujah.
Who’s callin’?
I just got stung again by the world.
That can’t be it;
we’re costumer service.
And a lot of bullshit underneath.
It’s a cute conversation
there won’t be any answer from
until I get my whole hair-house fixed
and nothin’
slings outrageous fortune in front of my face
and makes me gawk at it
like a sea of troubles,
and to be enlightened or not,
hell, to be Gods on earth,
gets put out of the pasture.
And the world has eyes,
bended ego,
Ms Dorthy Mae,
and they’re yours.
I don’t see the yardstick
in graduation
moments,
step in a podium
bigger than on stage,
and that’s the revelation of enlightenment,
what dogs me about goin’:
the absolute necessity of it
is not a conference room,
and I’ve shorn consciousness
away from the world
in every little bitty minute
I’m not countin’ anymore,
so deep
I am its anchor.
You know what I mean?

Here’s some medicine:
snuff a cellphone in there.
Hello how you doin’?
Let’s step on each other, shall we?
I thought I’d invite you in.
We’re musical.
Okay, you’re hikin’ the trail?
You’d do me a favor.
That’s what you need,
a conspiracy theory.
Did you know eight monkeys pulled roots off hilltops?
You don’t need any lore
to believe your own spiritual path.
A direct experience of consciousness gets you there,
and can you know that’s its major feature?
Sitting there,
there has to be
you change consciousness.
It’s not a pile of knowledge.
It’s not even what you eat.
It’s your direct experience of enlightenment, savvy?
And then over the head we go,
but not necessarily in that order,
not at all.
I’ve counted all around you.
You’re not blasted sleeve niggers.
You will take both of them.
You will give them
to a world on fire.
This is dynamite shit.

Joseph!
Mary’s comin’!
And they gave birth to enlightenment—
standin’ in the refrigerator
until this cock-a-dottle-doo.
You really believe in science?
You hear that?
The beating of wings
and a startled cry
as if unlocking of doors,
lift you up effortlessly over your head,
like a fountain in springtime.
How do you know that car?
It takes you beyond enlightenment.
I’m standin’ in the sun,
don’t you see?
And my dog’s diggin’ in the dirt,
coolin’ her place to sit.
Luna I love you,
it’s my concentration on enlightenment
half the time.
Simple wares
the scene in front of you,
and my God you love it there.
Takes you up,
you know?
Takes you all the way into the sky
on a clear day.
There you are.

The simple scene in front of your face,
really, really big,
those simple noises too.
You got that Houston?
I’m a sudden epiphany
of you are the world and me
indeed,
the tall hat to enlightenment,
the bakery to Gods on earth
you and me.
Know it’s coming
in our fruition,
the long and short of it
all around us
everywhere you look
unhanded glass.
The world’s your eyes you see,
gettin’ somewhere.
How do we hold this far?
Every minute counts.

In the frying pan,
into the fire,
you learn to abide both.
Coincidence
I have to work tomorrow
the fireplace of Samata Horn.
It’s a picnic table
accompanied by children.
It will be children
I sit with Luna and read,
and our whole house continues
the station house of enlightenment sees,
and that’s over the heads of children,
in the ignorant mundane world,
all spiritual seeking.
Take a child and let them know
there might be somethin’
they can really sink their teeth into,
unmolested, unharmed,
not involved with tech,
that will really turn them on
they have such a capacity for it.
Squirrelly children—
I dreamed I was a winnebago,
lucid and all that;
I had an experience of consciousness
some cake over my head;
I fell silent and still.

In the throes of excitement
no video game can match,
no cartoon can render,
that kid continues.
Smile for a better world,
and just let me do my job,
if we’re good.
Are we good?
Goddamn I’m good.
Now then,
I’m on the mountaintop with you,
if you’ve made it up the trail yet.
See there?

It’s my favorite spot,
hanging out with your own safety brakes.
You guys take an ambulance there.
Did you jump the shark?
That’s my baked bread.
I’ve been in this window a long time.
The lights are out
I think every time.
I just prevent enlightenment,
with drawstrings.
I can afford it.
I know where it’s at.
I don’t believe in myself getting there.
I have a stumbling block.
I’m hated by the big city,
loathed actually,
to a degree unbelievable.
It’s way out of your league
I’m apologizin’.
I’m so nice
to my brother.
Wait awhile and see
if you get a little hungry
for what there is more of,
the inspired poem,
for what there is more of,
the spiritual substance of man.

I don’t grovel at your paycheck,
but I can’t see myself enlightened yet
the hatred of mankind is so deep.
I’m in the middle
of you hate me,
no matter how many cities I’ve put on,
have deep my spirituality goes,
how I bring the world in from the cold.
Your worth gives me everything,
and if there ever was a nigger I am he.
I don’t buy at the temple,
like an undocumented worker
so wrapped around all this hate
you are being conditioned to feel,
like a bastard child
excusing himself
with his divinity sleeves,
I’m not allowed to go there.
I’m beautiful.
Just look at me.
I’m not from outer space.
I’m wide open
in your delivery room.

I’m hated by the crowd.
Now I navigate enlightenment with that.
It’s not picture perfect you see.
I will overcome man,
oh foolish man,
and I will carry us all down the road.
Do you hear me sweetheart?

We live in such shared times.
The technology
fools you then
it’s gonna give you what’s worth.
In heartbreak,
not in substance.
I am a miracle reader,
and I challenge these times with substance.
I challenge these times with me,
a poet on your very ground,
a man you just love to hate.
I’m not Mom and Pop Wood.
I’m not spitin’ into the wind.
I descry Earth.
I stand up and be counted.
You will automatically
not count me as sum
you have your crowd-finger on,
and you’re stuck in your own mess.
You’re too ruined to see me
a vehicle of thought.
A combination
of herd sour and stickly pride
shows you to me
a reader
goofin’
at this meaning world
you wanna show your family to.

Just come ‘ere.
Never mind the vinegar straits.
Try again.
I am a poet for these times,
your long lost brother.
Give me a nod.
Give me a thumbs up.
Give me some sort of direction hence.
Give me a high five.

Now I must introduce my valentines.
The FBI’s on board,
a cop show.
This usually stinks.
Usually it’s just cobra.
This is just cop getting milk,
whether they want it or not,
despite themselves.
They can’t find crime.
I’m not into them,
but we’re on holiday.
They would love to get their hands on me.
They are not the love of humanity.
They’re stubborn and mean,
have badges that give them license to kill,
and not just Blacks.
I’m dealing with them.
They hate me.
They haven’t got me marked yet,
but when they do they’ll let me know.
It’s not in their hands it’s in God’s.
They’re real confident.
They bring humanity down.
They’re tigers in a henhouse.
They can’t get any better.
They can’t even see themselves yet
and how they harass humanity.
They don’t help it.
They’re full of vice,
and they are self-righteousness on the nosebleed.

Well, that’s stomach Earth.
I’m not looking forward to them.
What you’re lookin’ for
is not in your books.
It’s not on the table.
It’s not out there
for you to prosecute.
You can’t pin it on me copper.
Hear baby,
I will remain a free man.
I hold the Earth inside.

Fuck this I’m tired,
and I’m not up for grabs.
You’ve heard my vision speak
predicting the future
and showing you the bottom of clairvoyance,
the bottom feeders reading your poetry
your poetry can read.
Maybe
it’s all out of balance,
and I haven’t seen a cop one,
and they have the power of God.
Yes they have.
They think they do.
Oh but they think they do.
Now who’s bitin’ the store?
It’s you lady,
or a man,
full of hatred and mean,
but it’s not all of you in the crowd
dear reader.
The computer is in the Void.
It’s not a computer show
in spiritual substance
on the land.

Okay, we’ve got a round of applause.
Who’s bitin’ the show?
You have somethin’ better to do
than read poetry
you want to report the police to?
Oh you egg,
life after death will see you open
on the wrong side,
put there by hate.
Can you gather oneness?
It’s what we’re about.
Don’t destroy the world with it.
It’s not a concept you can eat,
and when you find yourself on the other side,
it’s oneness that separates the men from the boys,
I mean put you where you need to be.
All our notions of right and wrong are based on oneness.
It’s the cherry tree.
You violate someone,
there’s the other side for that.
In oneness circles
you take up their hand
and make up for what you did,
sometimes in harrowing experiences.
Death can get real creative, you know?
I’ve put on these sleeves
in the center of life.
Most do it in death.

How long this takes
depends on you,
but this is not a fast land
by any means.
There’s a waitin’ for your supper,
who you hurt you did.
You have to understand with your life’s blood,
oh pardon me your undead hands,
you gather oneness you see,
that oneness is the center of life,
even in death.
You share identity with your partner,
anyone you’ve harmed or hated.
The self-righteous suffer here too.
Now what do you do with that?
The great spiritualization of mankind
that’s inevitable on this Earth,
you get there on the other side.
It’s what we’re there for.
Now tell me Houston,
how natural is enlightenment to the other side?
Oh come on get down to your sleeves.
It’s rocket science there,
and all the regret you have
you didn’t do it here.
Do you trust the other side?
You must.
It’s your passage to further worlds
beyond the stink.
It’s your passage to Heaven to be quite honest with you
you are enlightened.

Wiggle room,
I can’t count that
the consciousness is bearing down on me so hard.
It’s a mystic hush
inbearably dim.
I’m standin’ here achin’
it’s all about enlightenment,
totally enthralled
with take it easy on me.
I know these are the mystic portals
to that deeper state.
It won’t let me go.
My dog is an anchor now
in the disappearing world.
Her fur soothes me
and those adoring eyes.
She’s so grounded in time.
I look up,
what can I do?
I am a letter of my muse
right here with you,
God’s worth.
Oh for cryin’ out loud,
I want you to know
[sing two above lines to tune of “Take It Easy on Me”, Little River Band] 
I’m just his chewing gum.
Take - it - easy - on - me. [ibid]

What’s wrong with you?
What do you mean the underwear?
To make a flower and peak
on a daily basis
my magnets
drawstrings to enlightenment.
Understandable
you’d not believe.
Imagine how I’m caught
in matchup with consciousness,
whatever you wanna call it.
Gonna get up some steam
and bridge this.
I’m leavin’ signs along the way,
self-discovery.
Watch ‘em put ambush,
anyone.
Makin’ sick little units
the Powers that oppose,
wary monsters,
my own complacency rides.
A thingamajig
make the rendezvous,
are you kidding me?
The obstacles in the way are huge.
See me in my epic smile.

Are you guessin’ me?
Don’t bother.
I’ve stood at the end of the rainbow
and can tell you it’s there,
no matter what you hike.
Bring my field notes
there’s the starry stair,
the connection rebound,
the connection reflex to enlightenment.
Oh no,
this is awesomely deep.
This is a remoteness not near my kin,
okay?
How bad is it?
Oneness
take out
the outer space,
peace and love
the stark reality,
but starin’ it in the face is awesome,
your little ego abdicating in light
resisting still,
afraid for its life.
Hopefully you got the motion.
Now tell me you had a bad day.

I’m wide awake.
I’m not sleepin’. [sing this and above line, “Bad”, U2]
I’m leavin’ the house
that Jack built.
I’m leavin’ the house we all live in
to a greater mode of consciousness,
and you can’t get there from here,
if you love your life more.
All changes.
Divine see rings
mark your day,
divine consciousness,
you’re just a step away.
You hear this now,
and I can see that starry door.

Not Disney
given the title
what you need to see.
Right Frank?
Jesus,
they replace reality with somethin’ else.
I mean farther door
they play with all day,
and you know it’s not true.
You know it’s not around.
Invite your friends over
to see it with you
to water
the lesson that
fantasy’s all it make
the reality you see.
You’ve stolen the machine.
I’m showin’ yah the machine.
Lord help you.

Big boys go camping.
Big boys go
Arco.
Right there,
enlightenment’s next,
when I’m older.
It looked like it
needed a little bit more rainbow.
Baby’s already done it.
A person’s life
begins at that raw feed
we need to know the meaning of
to be like men and women.
Why do you think we’re drawn to babies?
Have I popped your bubble?
Goddamn stick it in the rocks.
You are a stubborn lot:
no meaning is that close;
no meaning is that weird.
The birth of thought in a child,
promise,
the iridescent explosion’s all we need?

There’s just no way around it.
We are primitive land seekers,
and I can’t reconcile this with society,
but I do know you pay for this with the depth of the guitar.
The iridescent moon,
what does it need to play on your windshield?
The iridescent glow’s all I got.
I can’t push steamboats for you.
The transformative word,
do we bake bread?
Watch it for the next forty minutes.
See what that means.
Ready for take off.
Well this is best:
you can come with me.
I just left
landin’ the capsule
babe I bid you dawn seeing there.
And this is all there is,
like throes we starvin’ in a church be?
Come in I’m Beau,
in the development of consciousness.

Oh my God we can keep goin’,
but we’ve grounded being
where it propels itself upward,
and I’ve given you the formulas for life
Shakespeare left out.
Captain,
you made us wonder over life,
its grand design,
its idiosyncrasies,
but you left us high and dry
in what you were there for,
the higher life.
A spiritual experience never shaved your beard,
nor fidelity to the word.
You had this magic inside you
you turned for profit right away,
and you mixed muse with your dirt
for applause,
just made up stuff.
I have some idea
of silence.
Anyway,
right here
I end this poem
good fellow,
all along the roofs of man.

How nice and sound that is,
the spoken sound of the uttered word,
pushin’ conversation to its zenith
a revelry of spoken English.
The common tongue,
the guttural sound,
it’s so delightful ain’t it?
Roll it on your tongue
in annunciation.
It’s a present to be read aloud.
It’s a rhythm to be read aloud,
the natural sound of speech,
my comely pen.
I was tryin’ to reconcile
the availability of time
with your time in it,
a Shakespeare rocker-board
with the price of poetry,
shit like that.

Now you’ve done it,
have reached the poem
where it beguiles the page
someone slept on my face,
slept on my foot,
you must hear this poetry.
I got here just in time.
Well, I’m exhausted.
I’m keepin’ up.
It’s hard to keep up
in an avalanche of word
I can’t make stop,
because it’s all around me now
Shakespeare deep.
He is at that place with me
that
we invent language on the fly
and brighten English with it.
He isn’t very friendly
in pages
of very thick verse.
He was playing on his court.
He loved here.
I don’t add up sums,
lines the shimmerin’ of trucks,
but I get the job done
here comes
off island
into another poetry meaning entirely
said this island.
You lift my job done,
okay honey?

How you propose to freeze frame,
is that fake news Donny?
Kids are all over it.
Sooner or later
it’ll happen.
You know who cares
I can move humanity that way?
Can I give you some stars
wonderful reader enjoyin’ the poetry
because it’s here?
Thank God for Planet Earth, hey?
[‘hey’ spoken in the voice of Bad Bunny singing in the Super Bowl 60 halftime show]
What a Waco, huh?
All over the police academy
cops need to get their right guard.
Did David Koresh molest children?
It was a religious fervor,
how they just wiped out the David Koreshans,
killin’ their kids.
This is known fact now,
and if you dispute it you’re a liar
Mr. and Mrs. Policeman.

What are we doin’?
You’re not pourin’ over my poetry
to find broken laws,
to do any protecting.
You are just beside yourselves
that I’m Daniel,
and you’re Daniel,
in the lion’s den,
reminding you of our oneness burgers,
reminding you we are one,
and don’t get eaten.
Somebody has challenged society
in its moving parts,
and you can’t get at ‘im.
Somebody stands there free
from the guns and uniforms you are
in social concepts only,
in yellow jacket.
Dangerous ideas,
I’m wavin’ red flags
to change the status quo.
You guys are its greatest defenders,
and you don’t care.
You just have bullish notions of policing people
and keeping people in line.
Are you startled?
See yah on the other side, copper.
I’ll wait for yah
to help me out.
Now I’ll take my toys and go home.
See you later alligator.

See you soon,
pubic mind?
The public mind isn’t that far,
the ideas that change society.
Somebody will get away with the machine,
tearin’ it down.
Your childhood sprawled out
on the pavement of time,
don’t you know that you are a shooting star?
[sing line, “Shooting Star”, Bad Company]
And that’s where I come in.
I can help you with that.
This is from this rifle
making eyes at everyone.
It’s got land on it
and a whole bakery pie.
I’m not shootin’ anyone.
I’m liftin’ up the race
in my own backyard.
I see you with guns too
puttin’ your two cents in.
It’s the climate for it, ain’t it,
on this net Hogwarts
where everybody’s a poet
or a landmine.
I would like to get out of these chairs
and not have my poet bruised by net,
but that’s the landfill today
you don’t need a permit to dump in.
Everybody can write here,
so far.
Well so long,
I’m approachin’ yah with a poem, you know,
that was written in bended shares
after I posted it the first time.
Kinda gets yah in the sleeve button.
Adios.

Hey rendezvous,
this surprised me too,
really did,
okay?
These are the longest children in years.
I’ll start spendin’ money
that ample time has given me
far from boiling man.
Did they say a paycheck?
A collision course in reality gave me,
and I’m a ticket outta here
to greener pastures
before long.
I’ll live in a cabin in the woods
far from the maddening crowd
on mountain slopes
(can you help me out here?),
high rivers in time,
and I’ll bring my dogs
to be there with me of course,
and that’s the last stadium
I will count to on earth.
That’s the one I’ll ever be
the poet of.
This one here,
hello,
from Fort Myers Beach,
not welcomed at all,
wined and dined and then spit on actually
for the poetry I write,
for the spirituality I do.
This is a conservative place,
hating the other point of view,
downright vicious actually,
and that’s their baseball.
Now tell me is it yours?

In a help on your ego flyby
I’m arrangin’ cans;
I know the price of rain.
I can get down and dirty in the wood.
I’m ten miles tall
when I’m not small.
I’m bubblin’over.
I’m lickety-split,
and I know how to play cars
arrivin’ on time.
I’m a breezeway.
I’m your lunchpail.
I don’t dance on thin wood.
I hold your hand
real nice,
although not in certain language.
I will come back tomorrow
with more verse,
not to bowl you over,
to be sincere to you
and hope.
I can manage springtime
all torn over,
and Mr. and Mrs. Man,
I’m good to you.
I’m good to the whole human race,
everybody in town
coppers included;
we just need them to see themselves that’s all.
New questions arriving today,
how does that feel?
I have hunger
for the decency of man.

This is the most roddy Rottweiler I’ve ever seen.
That’s what you tell all the girls.
She’s jet black.
She’s open and honest.
There’s no hate upon her back.
We ask these questions for concierges.
And to rooftop this fog,
I’m a hound dog.
I’m all on top of cherry.
I’m a speedboat.
I’m liftin’ things.
I define things.
Ask me any question
on the nature of the world,
the stars come out at night
in their revelatory,
I’m a steam engine,
and I got your meaning at heart.
The nature of man,
that’s what I deal with.
That’s what I change from rock.
That’s what I chisel out,
as I look in the mirror at my own face
you gotta be kidding me.

I’m a worth-ship,
and I see the horizon
all pink and gold.
Would you be my partner?
Would yah?
I’m a long ship
pressed in these waters,
and I’m about to tell yah I love yah.
No candy bottoms please.
This is the love of the housemate,
the love among friends.
I’m revelry on you.
You need a thousand words,
and I came back and I sewed them together,
as pretty as you please,
and I love doin’ it,
all nails on my coffin
though it might be.

You don’t take kindly to strangers.
You’re apt to be judgmental and mean,
and you never forgive.
It sounds like I gotta chip on my shoulders,
yeah, you,
a public unaware of itself.
A public to get the things going,
please let me help you.
Going public,
we’d wait for you here.
Drum and me,
we’re gonna go upstairs,
and we’ll be on your patio
bended knees.
I’ve spoken
an attitude trail out.
I failed to be here.
Where does that count?
In your trust me’s
laden with the past.
Look at that dog.
You’re kinda a tough customer.
So I must really change the sea
to put on these fellas for good.
I wanna stay here,
because it’s not about that:
I want the pennies the crowd casts.
I wanna be right with you
and gallop
the superhuman rider
in the field of today
with a poem
vitamins up.

Those are the questions
fence off your good neighbor,
not every question.
I widen the immensities Douglas dug over me.
Merit one testing,
two and three testing
to a merit four testing,
friends of Herman Melville.
Go back.
Are you sure?
Always kids
can’t find their homework.
It’s their mother in their books
not giving them to liberty to be me’s,
mothers all in their stuff.
Mothers do that all the time.
You can’t pay mothers to do that
who respect their boys and girls.
We just effort this.
Sounds like you’re doin’ okay man.
You’re the dog person.
You’re the dog.
Edit his profile.
You’re nice and warm.
You’re not an aggressive breed.
That was this diaper I was wearin’
you can count in stinks.
I’m over the rainbow now,
well almost.
Do you have an art department?
I’d like to get my leg worked on.
Waiting for doctors
who’ve turned into lawyers
an anxious price.
They wanna give me an insurance payout
for bein’ hit by a car on my bicycle.
It’s grovel.
They’re wearin’ a suit,
but they went away,
but I’m happy about the money I got.
I’m in prevision,
laid down in places.

I’m lookin’ through the crystal ball.
I’m doin’ everything I can
to go to school
lifting enlightenment off the table
and puttin’ it in my basket.
It’s a guerrilla warfare.
I’m just stuck on dice,
and I’m round about everything.
Do you know what it’s like to close the mind
of its small search?
I can hold my mind still.
Can you?
It’s how I got off them diapers.
It’s a long equation.
You don’t mess with anything.
You should sit down and relax.
You should make the spaghetti
the cravin’ police wants to bust you by.
Song, song, blue. [sing line, song by Neil Diamond]
They’re outer space.
I’ve held this all night
from them,
not to be flippant with them.
I don’t want to sit and charge them,
but they are not kind to the human race.

We’re legal,
those drawstrings,
and one day they won’t be.
Enlightenment will be banned up the Earth
when we find its name.
They will block human evolution,
and it won’t
shut off enlightenment.
We will get evolved.
Really that’s what they’re scared of,
the Powers behind cops.
Really that’s what they’re doin’.
The really don’t want us to get evolved.
I’m a chicken in a snake now,
but you wait till spirituality breaks out upon the Earth
and challenges the status quo.
We’ll be in the pen then
all under surveillance,
the men and women on enlightenment.
I’m just tellin’ yah.

A Hail Mary pass,
just one thought around the house,
you’ve seen the pictures.
Everybody question name,
but we’re clear light toward enlightenment,
every single
Godzilla I got.
There’s a group of people
just came here,
just came here again,
We’re at a station now.
They hate me larger than life,
They can’t over I’m alive.
Will they come and do that,
put me out of commission?
It’s a poisoned tree
they look at me from.
What do you think?
I’m not the bacon?
I’m here pedestrian?
Fuck you city slickers.
I’m not talking nails to you.
I look you in the eye and say that
I don’t like your city ways
at the water fountain,
but I do mean the best for you there.

I am the Devil’s show
reinventing books?
I’m an angel’s wear.
I am your delight
in fashion of God.
Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cher-ee
[sing line, “Chim Chim Cher-ee” from the movie Mary Poppins],
look I’m Santa Claus.
Do you get it?
I’m the word on fire,
all in the fields of God,
and I’m this little man on time
in his delivery.
How can you make that snakes
you chargin’ public mind?
I’m on fire
with love’s talisman,
really on fire,
and I know the white purity of love
in my sink now.
Do you?

Luna puppy,
let’s just look at this town.
Come on Luna don’t yah
wanna see it?
It was the weather it was turned,
and after all,
we’re flanked by cliff and deep.
Kinda gets yah in the guns doesn’t it?
Let’s just get this party rollin’.
I saw a Christmas tree,
the lighting of the party.
It was a savior.
He got ended I guess his name was.
I won’t even say the One’s God.
I require the One.
Good night folks.
I want a really good audience
who need a good field,
a hand-grade,
on the right stuff.

The world is this big conservatory,
and I’m puttin’ my foot in it
and my dog’s paw,
right in the sunlight,
for another round of applause
of course not.
I’m not makin’ money either,
or getting likes
on telephone poles.
Can you know purity of purpose,
where the whole world’s hangin’ in the balance,
and you put your life on the line,
to bring in a new society?
That’s what I’m talkin’ about.
It’s not a mess,
my delivery.
I’m walkin’ on magic air.
The things that bury Earth,
that’s not in my kitchen.
I think things and see them on the road,
manifested thought
from another plane.
I see my thoughts manifested on the road.
I see my inner life put out there
in great giros of coincidence
I put my sanity on with.
The startlings, I’m comfortable there.
The synchronicities, they abound,
and I know the meaning behind time.
This does not slam dunk me.
I know it’s synchronicity
with what I’m experiencin’,
and the world touches me there.

Can you thought handle this?
Ion bill bible be square,
something you’ve never heard of,
I’ve encountered on the news
in my muse,
I mean inner voice and vision,
leave the house and see it on a t-shirt,
and even in India this was in English.
I can’t confine it to those pairs.
It gets larger than life,
and you know the universe is lookin’ at yah,
in its beingness.
Great fields of Scott,
I’m just all over this.
Calm down son.
You’re fly’s undone.
Oh.
Larger than life
I have moved my life’s room,
and you can ground me in the dirt,
but I’m not finished yet.
Oh eyes on me,
that’s not for my glory,
though I’d like your pettin’
and not treatin’ me like some bat outta hell.
I want your respect
you tell kids we all get.
Alright I’m done.

A new world order,
that’s bullshit.
These are not control angles.
These are not command angles either.
Oh my God the history of freedom,
it’s not in liverpools.
It’s not even on vice.
Freedom hasn’t occurred yet
anywhere on earth
in societies.
It’s a dangerous term.
Laws don’t govern you,
nor your own impulses.
You’re free to king the air
with spiritual junction
a soul inside devise.
This is not a spiritual ego
or you never do no wrong.
The freedom to change,
the long and the slow of it,
that’s got to be given.
That’s paradise
when our will’s in union
with the good of all.
Can I show you that mountain?
Fine, I’ll wait
for the whole to arrive.
Great goodness I’m done.

I’m in the theater you know,
finding breakfast,
tall and good and shine,
with my dog
in sudden reindeer shuffles.
She’s the delivery agent
brings Santa Claus to town,
and she’s beautiful,
ain’t she?
Eight million
smiles and laughter
matched her with me,
and the kids went crazy
just a pettin’.
Lickin’ surprised babies in the face,
like a dangerous Rottweiler,
lickin’ you right now,
she’s a love girl
all puppy dog.
Man I love my Dog.

We’re waitin’ for a greater dawn.
Bring it
the love for our children and dogs,
not one sting of abuse there,
not one iota
of mean to them.
Cats lovers beware,
that’s the love they get too,
and that’s the human family
we attend to.
The great buffalo herds,
we bring back
with loving care.
You see where I’m goin’ with this?
Now that’s the story.
So long.
We hold our breath.

Free of abuse,
that one,
we give this even to our rocking chairs.
Is that so hard to believe,
we’re good to everyone you see,
the whole planet,
starting with me
hollywood?
I’ve jumped the shark,
again.
Over the rainbow?
We’ll see.
Goodnight Houston.
Goodnight Billie.
Hello Tommie,
and goodnight all.

Free footage from the main thing,
free from alligators,
nuts on wheels.
We’re high and dry,
and that’s not a place in nowhere.
It’s not a garbage dump either.
We’re high on top,
and we’re not wet with things that sting us.
I’m arrivin’ there shortly
kittens.
I’m not the mailman.
I live every word of this,
and that’s what you look for in bibles,
the people are speaking themselves
who done it.
It’s not chronicles on bended knees
you have to obey.
You’re saved.

I didn’t escape the new passengers.
I didn’t even get caught,
but why would wood go away?
To make it through the Night.
We have to change civilization.
We have to become Gods on earth,
men and women.
We’re pointing there now.
Yes it is just unhand your bacon.
We’ve got larger than life sheets.
You know your dreams are bigger than you
sometimes,
and your thoughts
it’s gotta be better than this,
and your kids’ smiles
in the delivery room
bring hope into the picture there is not,
and when grandma dies,
and you know she’s not gonna rot.
Come people look up.
Look down.
Look all around,
We’ve got a larger Earth.
It’s evolution’s springboards.
We’re goin’ somewhere.

I’ve used a phrase ticklin’ I know,
but we will be beyond the human
in divinity shares,
immortal like all get out
here on earth
in rainbow bodies the Earth puts out,
and when it wears out,
we put a new one on
in ceremonies rich with time.
Gods on earth see ye,
with the power to blow your mind,
and distance doesn’t scare us anymore,
nor the inside of each other’s hearts,
nor death,
because it doesn’t come.
Merry Christmas.
Donny you’re in the pool yard.

Do you wanna know what’s’ comin’?
It’s the real thing.
It’s where we’re at.
It’s the way home,
and I’m not figurin’ speech.
We’re bringin’ home here,
where we came from,
and I’ve seen it with my own two eyes,
the God I am up on high,
over the head some degrees,
where we are now,
if we see it.
That’s the experiential consciousness.
I mean that’s gonna dynamite.
We experience ourselves down here now
puppets in a play,
actors in a movie,
players in a video game.
The on high comes down,
and we have overhead experience,
transformin’ the nature,
not just enlightening the being,
and we go up,
all prepared,
and meet ourselves on high
comin’ down to station us
just a little over the top of the head,
stationed out of the body,
which is just seas of bliss
and concentrated force,
ready for anything,
and we’ve joined the hemispheres
and become That you see.
Kinda gets yah right on earth,
doesn’t it?

I’ve just spelled out the wheels
to greater consciousness
you’ve never heard of.
It’s not aliens inhabitin’ your body.
It’s not devils either.
You’ve finally become yourself,
the truth you are
beyond time,
the divinity you are
that’s been disguised all along.
I’ve given you the formula for eternal life,
and it’s not a drink you wear.
You become enlightened,
then we’ll see
you empty the vessel
filled by God.
What’s there not to like?

What’s there to be mad about
this poet has given you?
Are you with me?
You will see this in death
at one time or another—
you got a self on high.
I’m here
pullin’ up the tarp,
openin’ eyes,
and now you know where those balloons went.
Why should you believe me?
Gauge everything I said
I was in a movie
that had contact Earth.
You will not believe my story
of adventure
and harrowing experience
and just dumb stuff too.
I’ve gone from one pole to the other
in where you meet the world,
and I’m educated too.
I’ve got my beads on,
counting my deeds,
counting my life’s experience,
to show you somethin’.
That’s life in the fast lane
spiritual experience brought me,
a whole adventure
of meeting worlds.

You have some treats.
Well, look what happened.
You believed me.
The cops don’t get it.
Wearin’ a badge,
oh you stupid boy,
protectin’ the public,
you think that’s killin’ people
and bein’ a horse’s ass,
you’re a cop,
and the public’s over there?
I never wanted to be a cop
after the Green Berets.
I wanted to find out why we had Green Berets
and nuclear bombs,
what I rode into Germany
in the Cold War,
but I didn’t find that out in university,
even learnin’ Classical Greek.
I discovered you,
with a capital you,
goin’ inside and findin’ myself
the eyes of the world.
The rest is history,
I mean follows suit.

Okay are we good?
I’ve asked this before.
I’ve piled onto it now
the rest of the story.
Yeah sure you can find dirt,
but finger your own anus.
Look at self-righteousness differently.
It really is a crime.
I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down,
no public that’s not good.
I’m just tryin’ to get by here
in unexplainables.
There’s cops around.
Now let’s go over it again.
Gosh dog I’m sorry.
You hear me now so long.
Welcome to the adventure.

You’re not gonna be the only place in the sun,
but you’ll be on body wears.
When the Supermind comes down,
it will inhabit the Earth,
and the Earth will become divine ground,
a divine planet in the starry Milky Way
that will measure itself there.
Heave to believe
the plan is there
it spreads outwards from there
and divinizes each planet in the universe,
one after another.
That’s the fate of Earth.
These are old battlegrounds.

Consciously inhabitable planet,
we are not the first
to register
the supramental doing.
Honestly,
we will be the first
to carry it out.
Have I made your nose bleed?
And that’s how our center of the universe
kinda gets yah in the star field,
doesn’t it?
We’re honored.
We’re the brightest planet in the universe.
Of course it’s hard here.
Dynamite on the fountain,
you wouldn’t believe
that’s the fate of our starry Earth,
to carry out the task
of divinizin’ the universe,
immortalizing time,
immortalizing the suns,
and we will be the past and the future
in one starry see
inhabiting the eternal now,
inhabiting paradise.

An incidence in transcience,
that’s not our Earth’s to bear.
Dynamiting need,
a cosmic interlude,
could you but fathom read
a lover’s keep?
That is just grounded diet.
That’s the supramental transformation
manifesting now on Planet Earth.
You hear my name called?
Good, I’m listenin’ too
enlightenment’s next.
Enlightenment
purposes us towards Supermind
on the kings of the soul.
That’s the leader of our life.
That’s the
soul change,
bubblin’ up inside you,
changing your very nature,
and the soul leads.
Enter enlightenment there,
and you reach Supermind.
Do it on your phone.
I mean the Earth stood still,
and everybody got rid of these phones.
A documentary on the spiritual principles of love,
the one that change draws Earth,
is not viewed on a cellphone
or downloaded on your computer,
but a poem will get you there in thought sleeves
that poem comes home with yah.
Am I gettin’ wood?

I’ve seen glimpses, not the whole share,
but I’m certainly round about there
the understanding I’ve put on,
flowin’ through my choices now,
through my go ahead.
I’m lively now,
on the baseball,
and I grow in experience every day.
That’s the main thing.
Now where does power of consciousness reside?
Where you go about doin’ your day,
what you think about and feel,
and I must say I’ve shared Savitri there,
and there’s no way around it
power of consciousness takes time
to turn it on your day
the spindle
to the eternal now.

I’ve coughed up my needs here
and offered to dog the bleeding place.
I mean I’ve sacrificed my needs on the altar of life
and just go with it, you know?
I take care of myself in the meantime
and don’t beg.
I fill my desires with springtime
not letting them rule me,
and I throw some out.
I chalk it all up to science
to get the job done,
transform my nature,
and do you call with that?
I hold the divine’s hand all the while.
This is a relationship in sleeves.
I love God, okay,
the Lord of life.

Now that I’ve put you there,
in seeming religion,
what are you gonna do about it?
Here’s the deal.
God’s not founded in my care.
It’s not a belief I put out.
I have experiential experience with God
I cannot deny.
He is more real to me than you,
and I’m with you every day.
Go figure.
I would loose ends
if I didn’t know God was real,
lose my fucking mind.
My God this is deep waters,
and I’m just this little thing on existence
in siren God,
wide-eyed and totally captivated
by my master’s attention.
So I sing you these poems
to get over it,
to process it through,
to know God as comfortably
as I do know you.
You’re a little moron like me,
and you don’t have God’s eyes,
playin’ with me.
He’s a hell of a ballplayer.
Dagnabbit,
there he is looking at me again
through your eyes,
and contradictions abound.

This is all field play.
I have my moments of silence,
but we do get big I want you to know
and can handle the looks of God.
Are we a team player?
And that’s my lowdown with you.
I’m team sports,
not some island
fixated on itself.
I love you guys you bunch of pussies
to fielding God.
Wham! I’ve said my piece.
The long and short of it is,
ah fuck, I’ll keep goin’.
This poem will never end.

I’ve said what they all worship,
the balls in the sky know,
the great cosmic beings whose names we know,
bless their little hearts.
They pave their road with our blood,
but uncle us along
in short sleeves.
The cosmic paradise,
tantalizin’, you know?
You got that right
when you are a field going beyond.
Give them their do,
those powerful motherfuckers,
those compassionate beings,
and set your eyes on God
no attributes name,
who leaped out of the One singlehandedly,
because a necessity was God
to bring creation forth out of existence,
existence being God.

Now I’ve said my notions
and brought you all the way to God.
We begin there,
all the way to paradise.
Do you understand creation?
We walk
the way I hope,
towards great horizons
that come down and aid us
no longer
pull each other apart.
That was your sweet meme.
That was your immediate supper.
Let’s love one another.
Can we do that?
Can we honestly please?
You’re human
I love throughout the day.
You went there before first light with a cousin of mine,
the inevitable poem
a poet
has let just splash up upon the land
the whole word’s worth.
Great the story goes.
Get our act together.
There’s somethin’ comin’ this way.
I think it’s beautiful
immortalizing the wind.

We need to restart civilization,
and now we’ve had time
to call out a good cop.
Gotta learn peace, okay,
not violence.
What do you prepare for?
Where is your attitude at?
Where are you going?
That’s the law of kindred spirits,
and I chose not to be one of you.
Shazam!
I was a weapon.
Can we get out of this?
Would you just hit on my heart please?
I hope you been a cop
I’ll rhyme with you dog.
They’re waiting for you
peace officer.
I felt secure
in human accuracy
an officer of the peace
provide.

Don’t you want to widow in?
I made it my life’s blood.
I set my life straight.
I became a responsible man.
I honored the pubic,
not minding it wearing diapers.
You get me dog?
But I will tell it like it is,
using real language.
I will do that.
Great balls of fire!
this is a lively mood,
on mountaintops.
It’s my report card,
and I’m all over myself
doin’ it.

I’ve brought you to the bus,
the real thing.
Yee-Haw!
I’m Texas,
where I’m from,
from your part.
I rode horses with the US Army
and steadied mules
a muleskinner,
a six-gun shooter.
That rodeo circuit we did
was in Texas.
Went to Washington
and inaugurated President Ronald Reagan,
was an honor guard at his funeral.
They called it his inaugural ball.
I squared off with ole Iron Eyes Cody
masqueradin’ as an Indian,
me in my horse cavalry blues,
spurs a jinglin’, saber a danglin’.
Kinda get yah in the sink, don’t it?
It was the tear
he said,
drunk as a skunk,
as was ole Bush Junior,
they said,
when he came into the hall.
I don’t even think the press give ‘im a look.

I was there
the only Green Beret
in Kennedy’s funeral,
and I’m really sorry he died,
but I’m usin’ analogies.
This was his graduation from high school,
I mean college,
round about Brown,
John F. Kennedy Jr.
The whole Kennedy clan was there,
and I was his Green Beret representative,
but they gave me not a twirl,
if they noticed me,
remained stuck up.
It was just an accident I was there
attendin’ my step-brother’s graduation,
Steven.
Not really an accident at all,
if you measure this in world gaze.
It was Kennedy signed the green beret into law.
We owed him one.

A vagabond,
and here’s the breeze:
I met the world there,
travelin’ from country to country
not a penny to my name,
for a whole number of years.
Money talks,
but it can’t hold your hand.
The world did that,
as conscious as you please,
when you’re lookin’ at it,
have thrown three sheets to the wind,
cast your bread upon the waters,
and it’s real nice to yah.

I was there,
in India 21 years,
and your character,
your decision,
but in India it can change.
Real deep sadhana
brought that all around me.
I worked on it,
and love’s the key to change,
and now I’m meetin’ you
all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed,
ready to be your partner
in world change.
I’m not tryin’ to get your goat.
I’m all over change.
I’m right here,
thank you.

I’ve swept all day,
and I’m movin’ out,
as soon as my money arrives.
I’m movin’
away from here,
Redneckville,
the conservative state.
It ain’t no place for a poet
radical human consciousness.
I’m in the floor,
and people walk on me,
but hey,
who’s countin’ guns?
I’m gettin’ outta here,
which brings me to the end of this poem
long ago.
You listenin’?
I’ve just jumped time.
Whew, we made it.
We made it.
Do you get my listenin’ rose?

Now tell me I’m bad.
Do you even know what good is?
How bad is it?
We’re miracles here.
Now tell me I’m not American.
I’m headin’ out again,
insurance money comes in.
I got hit by a car.
Social Security’s not even enough for rent.
I’ll work,
if I have to,
in whatever job.
I believe in work
to earn your keep,
but barter’s fine with me,
and I did it for years.
Just got a place to sleep
and my needs met,
no cash,
and my needs are simple now
you can imagine.
I’m goin’ to some secret location
you won’t know about,
mountain woods.
The woods is my people,
and I like to be in ‘em.

I grew up in a clan,
not just the suburbs,
a small family farm
deep in the woods.
I studied there all my life.
The Dukes and the Kings,
believe it or not,
theys mean people,
whipped kids and hate your neighbor.
They think they’re Christians.
They falsely accused me of something
and never spoke to me again.
Forty years back,
I mean that was it.
Can you get a load of that?
It hurt like the Dickens.
I don’t understand family,
and I don’t believe in it.
It’s burned me.
They never look at you again.
Now my sister died off,
without sayin’ a word,
just stopped talkin’ to me
years back,
without even a how do you do.

I didn’t understand it,
still don’t.
I didn’t do nothin’ to her.
I’ve got this sign on my back that says kick me,
and it was there when I was a kid,
and many did.
Adults were real mean,
women elementary school teachers horrible.
I separated from other kids
in middle school.
‘Fore that had few friends,
but I was a best friend little boy,
and I’d loyal those.
I took up a Bible in school,
became a Jesus freak,
Jesus Person if you asked me.
If you wanted to be saved,
I made yah kneel down with me in front of the whole school,
durin’ lunch recess.
That way I know’d you were serious.
I got along just fine,
always a crowd around me,
tauntin’ or wantin’ to know about Jesus,
and I had my defenders.
I went to a different church every night of the week,
if I was able,
suppin’ up on Christ in the suburbs,
or at least what I thought was the Christ,
or at least I made it my habit.
I was on fire.

You know what I was runnin’ from?
I can’t even tell yah,
but I just put my Bible down at 16,
abruptly,
and went to the woods,
as much as I can,
became an avid backpacker
as a teenager,
and of course I joined the Green Berets.
Now whatta you got?
You got a man on Planet Earth
ready for anything.
I been schooled, you know?
I’m not just a poetry writer.
I’m a poetry doer,
and I’ve earned my time on the net,
didn’t just get a blog and start humpin’,
but I don’t wanna put my poem there.
I just have no choice.
It’s an avenue you see,
and the gatekeeper’s you,
millions of you,
billions.
I‘m a needle in a haystack,
got this sign on my back
kick me,
and you’re gonna find me, hey?
Leave me alone,
if you make it here.
You wait for me
to pull somethin’ outta my hat:
you know you’re here,
the audition in time
that casts Planet Earth.
Am I right?
Wow, the program,
it smarts
banded by elevators.
Fuck you no I don’t mean it,
but you are a bunch of pussies.

Am I offendin’ everybody on Planet Earth?
I don’t think you know your ass from a hole in the ground,
most of you,
and meanin’ slips out your winda,
and you think it’s smoke.
You like the choicest stuff,
like animals in feedin’ time—
fodder.
I don’t think a one of you is a lover of humanity,
not when you’re put right down to it,
and you have to sacrifice
what people think of you,
or the Law might come after yah if you did.
I’m in that position:
without any support group.
Transgender people,
recallin’ society,
gettin’ upset about your name,
you’ve thrown me down the river,
or the likes of me,
without even a second thought.
You are not the love of humanity.

Now I’m dynamite
down on Main Street,
but I’m not prickly pears.
I love the people that hate me don’t you see?
And I can do that
and wish the best for them.
I want them to be alright,
not hate or be mean to anybody,
and would you please wake up to that?
It’s killin’ humanity,
the hate we have for one another,
and I have nothing brighter to say
in the urgency,
necessity of today.
We’ve got to get there,
love your brother,
love the likes of man,
love all humanity,
the trees and the forests too.
We will be destroyed if we don’t.
We will get killed.
We will die.
Now I’m countin’ you
the leader of this program.
Don’t be a pussy please.

Let’s get down to earth.
Let’s get the word out,
and you can pass out mine,
as pretty as you please.
I’d like that.
Alight hoss,
on the road.
Alright people,
let’s go,
destination love
everybody you look at today,
and love to learn the ones you won’t.
In our emergency they are legion.
Now pick up a gun and shoot everybody
because we don’t.
You see the connection?
Of course not,
and that’s why I’m here.
I put out the blindness.
Can you see that?
Really?
Very good let’s go.
Come on let’s go.
Really let’s go.
There we are,
mountains in time.

We are mountains men.
Among niggers I am chief.
Oh God hallelujah,
can you really stomach that?
Luminous fate,
I bid you farewell.
The poem is on the morrow,
and it’s not the marriage of heaven and hell
or Emily Dickinson’s far, perturbed shore,
never conquering death.
It’s immediate and pure,
and it’s got love count your days,
a great big smile from the Heights,
the eternal ray.
Splendid,
a luminous mouth
rides all.
Places now,
we got to go
you salty dog.

I boiled these steaks.
She’s eaten here,
hello,
and I’m usin’ a pronoun for myself
she is also women.
Now that’s luminous close.
Now that’s
our boiling point.
Listen to her.
We have a long way to go
successful living
hero,
that way,
just another
unification,
male and female,
that all humanity rides,
that all humanity knows
in the best possible places
our kids grow.
We’re in the pan now.
Let’s turn up that stove.
Do you know your other half?
Do you let it grow?

Sick said it,
how he got well.
Hit you with it
in these poems’ fine clothes.
Harm’s End,
it’s a race start.
Come on people climb in.
I’ve described time and abroad
on your fingertips.
And he knows it
on his.
That was him
a great wonderful world
in bulletproofs.
Aw, shucks,
you and the world,
that’s me,
when we’re good together,
no one hates who,
and no one
destroys kids
and hurts them puppy dogs.
Let them keep their tails
and their doggy ears,
and I give Luna
a big round of applause
and scratch her behind the ears
till kingdom come.

What are you lookin’ for?
My money.
We just sent you
almost 20,000
in this boilin’ over poem.
I’m fittin’
the library.
It’s empty
what I live on.
It didn’t last long,
my last paycheck,
and I gotta get outta here.
Can we talk about these things?
Now I’m pealin’ off the walls
the necessities.
Kinda gets yah in the teeth, don’t it?
A poet’s gotta eat.
Who done it?
Fine I’ll pay for my food.
I’ve gotta answer the door.
Now explain to me
how that ain’t work.
I just wrote
the world come in,
and I can barter with you all day,
but you don’t hear a word.
Is this the end of the world?

Spurs and competition,
we all let’s have a little consciousness to do.
Let’s get up there,
oh my baby,
to the larger than life,
see through this world
a bigger play.
That’s down on mountains.
We don’t have to be stuck in little cans.
We can give yes to immensity
in how we view the world—
it’s not all there is.
There’s a greater play.
We’re not just survivalists.
We see beyond the world
engine room.
We are there on the wood
greater notions.
We’re not in La La Land.
We see the engines of the universe
in our every thought and act.
We are not puppets in a play.
We are movers and shakers of the world,
if we have our breasts on right—
our heart meets the world
its extended play,
and we love it all,
or we make room for all,
and you are free
right here:
was the circumstances alright?
You were larger than them.
You were alright.

Okay I’m almost broke.
I don’t belong here.
I’m not hypnotized by them.
I don’t make that my thought and mood.
I’m in a larger life,
and I see the door
to transcend this time.
I’m not sufferin’.
I’m not even mad.
I know what to do.
I put my sleeves on,
what I’ve sung to you in this poem,
what I keep repeating.
I use power of consciousness
to overcome consciousness,
and we are in a play of consciousness.
We call matter frozen consciousness,
because it looks that way.
I’m away from it bleeds,
but it’s wicked
to those lost in matter’s world.

Now I’m hated
by a parable
I don’t go have lunch with,
and I’ve really felt that pain,
the bad person that
has no choice but his actions.
Nature made him that way.
I’ve been lost there,
and your hatred doesn’t help.
I did the seldom doing.
I did the rarest thing in man.
You see this on the page.
I reached inside of me and became a new man.
I overcome.
I don’t dally around.
I know exactly what I’m doin’.
I get assignments,
and there I do it.
I get the job done,
whatever it is,
and I’m not finished till I’m finished.
You see that now.

I’ve overcome your hate.
I’m not a stigma anymore
to myself,
and I’m not bad at it,
being a good human being.
Now I stand before you,
whoever,
a really good
person you don’t like.
Can you get your shit together?
Against the wind,
you’re just blowin’ against the wind.
You will never make it out right.
Can you admit you’re wrong,
admit,
just cannot butter a cow.
How does this join the office?
You got your equipment wrong.
That would be brush your teeth now
with a pull that into itself.
Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth:
you are the spaceship;
it’s, it’s you, it’s you.

Now come on we have a world to change.
Big heater design,
you need to move your feet.
Now we are moving
some impossible shore.
You find a mark around heroes,
a control environment,
like it doesn’t wig the dog out.
Science is seeking help in whatever.
When they went into America,
I couldn’t believe it,
they cooled the body temperature and muddy temperature
so hard to flood.
You know what else?
Nailed her down there:
would you like some pizza?
Bathwater
in how you missed it.
You threw the baby out.

May you be fit to ever take from time’s lords
the unequivocable quest.
I mean sex it doesn’t reign.
Over meeting it,
like a bunch of kids,
you quest put silly hat on.
Well will you look at that?
You were comin’ like Luna
James Coney Island,
gosh dog.
I could go home.
That was the herald walk
to the celebrated
Rocky Mountains.
I’m not gonna talk about it
clear’s deal,
but I gave enlightenment a nod
in coded language speak.
School is their south of here.
That’s where they
jumped the shark.
There’s somethin’
for your understanding to behold:
onesies, twosies, threesies,
in my underwear
a whirlwind,
and you’re stronger than it.

We had been spared in the ancient fix wisdom.
The comin’ star saved our life.
Pull that out
of all these Christmas trees.
We’re lucky people,
we’re lucky.
Let’s all go to my garden
and sing Kum ba yah to pretty much anything.
Notice how we got this film delivery.
Got leader on my pack.
I’m scientific party of the unknown,
reachin’ science’s last frontier.
I couldn’t sworn they smelled dog.
Oh market dwell,
got a hole in it
from God outwards.
Good morning.

I’ve got my market shoes on.
You’re gonna talk about me.
What out of your posts?
You’re kidding.
This is the long read.
It’s all over the place,
huge and dim.
It’s a dream,
dream works.
They rose spontaneously from the ashes
of your clueless on things,
and it glows
with how tall you are human understanding,
when it’s based on experiential consciousness
and not just the realms of thought.
It’s wide, and it’s deep, and it’s purposeful,
and I’m chargin’ you with it right now
to explore its meaning
wonderful.
Listen to her stages
you’ll have to work on.
You can’t do anything
you don’t Dolly Parton this
it’s for everybody.

It’s the rescue team
from the mundane,
to bring you into meaning.
We’ll make you bigger than yourself,
if you try.
Time to go.
Sorry,
I was hopin’
dry hump
the record I keep with you.
Fine,
I’ll empty this space
when that’s it.
Fuck this shit,
can I go home?
Your grandma gave a record of that chair Janie,
and you didn’t even friend me on Facebook,
you piece of work.
You are my hope in humanity.
You were there,
and you are my barometer
for social change
we suffer from the internet,
the hatred it wells.
Janie,
everybody,
do you see how that’s in you now
real deep?
The laws of the machine,
can I break them here?
And Emily,
at least you talk to me.
Can you condescend to see me as a poet yet,
anything bigger
than what you see me with,
those moral glasses?
I swear,
open academy
the Darkness brings
Mr. and Mrs. Moral Mind,
like a bunch of animals
too dumb to see reason.
Am I speakin’ to everybody?
Am I speaking to you?

Well could you please scratch me behind the ears,
and I love my butt rubbed
in the nicest way possible,
don’t you?
Goodbye Uncle Kenny.
I’m still here Jerry Lloyd,
and Eddie,
you blocked me on Facebook.
Was that with the love of Christ?
And Allen I love you.
David King,
well you messed up.
I didn’t do anything.
By any chance
you’re still around Nurchia Silencio?
And you dropped me like a hot potata
in my hour of most need,
and you were my soul angel,
and I was not guilty of anything to you.
Wham!
you were gone.
Is that humanity?
Is that you
reader?
I’m on dire straits
in my social pen.
Could you like please
hold my hand?
Now will you hate me?
Will you call my name?

Last dance on therapeutic floor
God’s starry will
bakes in certain time,
and I am a vehicle of that force,
lone and big,
and I falter not on Heaven’s door.
Chunks of me
peder out in fire.
I am omnipotent of thy force
no oh starry man.
I stand here delivered
from the churning Earth.
I am bigger than myself,
and I am integrated in time’s ways.
I can just as well chew gum.

Hush, hush, sweet child,
I am all around thee now.
We will break in on your crib,
your delivery room,
your growing up,
and put the power of God there.
Our hands will not delivery you to evil.
Our hearts will not forsake your cry,
and our minds will dwell on you
like the moon.

We love you little one,
and that will be all our days,
putting you on God’s chair
and not abandoning you.
We will deliver you in love
to your larger kind.
That will our ever be with you,
raising up in soul stature to yourself
and lovin’ you soft and warm.

Oh my sweet child,
for this we are on earth,
to grow up God in his cradle,
to kings men and women
to our larger kind.
Oh destiny,
Shazam!

The joy or our origins
find us
in the grasped hand
larger than life.
It’s not whodunit.
I don’t know what to say to children
not reminding them of joy.
Spanking their little bottoms,
slapping at their little hands,
and scolding them to no ends,
kills us.
We’re not on their side.
They grow up mean,
and it’s disguised.
They do not have the love of Christ.
Good people all the same,
they whip their kids too.
They can’t find society
where it helps us.
They like strong laws and strong punishments
and the doctrine of the church.
If they can’t find themselves in church,
they’re listenin’ good
to leaders and authority,
to people that tell them what to do.
The gun likes the submissive child.

We rule society with it
and have since time immemorial.
You hit kids you rule them
out of their own choice,
and when you break their will,
they become weak individuals
who can’t hold their will straight.
We’re mean to kids
in the name of discipline
and whatnot,
but we really just can’t control ourselves
and slap them that way.
You want a submissive society
if you hit kids.
You don’t want them to be free and on their own
as young men and young women.

You put them in school
to pull them from themselves,
to force them to obey
their time is not theirs.
You rob them of themselves
and put them in the machine,
all day long.
You think this is good for them.
It keeps them busy.
It produces like-mindedness
and obedient individuals,
or if not,
they’ll turn out that way.
The rebellious will have their wings clipped,
and they will see the errors of their ways.
School lays them in den,
and they are invaded from every side
with the impulses that rule society.
Terrible on each other,
they’re in a lion’s den.
They can’t get outta there.

Now pile schoolbooks on top of them,
so divorced from life,
they will never encounter the material again.
It’s for the schoolbooks,
not for themselves,
and everybody’s got to follow the same rule,
scientists one and all,
basically,
of one form or another.
It’s brain matters.
There is no emphasis on the heart.
They’re pulled apart.
They don’t get along with each other.
They can really be mean.
Is this multiplication?

It’s not what we need.
It’s horrible on them.
We can’t help them there.
Where do we take this?
We can do a lot less school
in smaller bunches
and more showin’ them the ways to be human
not forced upon them,
a purposeful socialization
they get along with.
Time to themselves,
that’s crucial to them.
Time to be themselves,
that’s the one in all.
They have to be themselves,
not who we make them to be.
They have to be themselves
to be comfortable with other people.
A rich diversity sows union,
if it’s not just a free-for-all. 

Difference is time to be alone
in object yourself,
even when you’re a little kid.
Sit by this tree sweetheart
and put yourself on the picture
I’m in the picture.
You got one,
a self-examining I.
School is good business for this,
if you want a good child,
but you bar them from this with the three Rs.

Am I explodin’ notions?
I’m tryin’ to give you the keys of change
in the hands of children.
You just want them to go to war,
or make pharmaceutical companies.
You’re not after their freedom.
They are not alright with you.
They have to be controlled.
Man, man,
are these just business partners?
What do you give a child to grow up,
survive and be the fittest,
you need a good job,
you want to be good Christian man,
religion,
you trust your family?
Talk about these things
the kid will have a hole in them:
there’s more to life than that.

There’s the whole.
What is he doin’ this for?
What is her purpose in life?
Can you tell them?
You fall down here,
and society crumbles
from within.
Your purpose is larger than life.
We have a game to play:
we’ve got to get bigger than ourselves.
We’ve got to overcome
all this about ourselves to get there.
My little one you’re there
in how you hold life.
It’s natural to you
to see there’s more.
You hold big notions.
You know they’re there,
and we rob you of them.
We rob your innocence
with our pounding
to put your pencils on,
to obey us,
to go to Sunday school,
to hold our notions,
to suspend your pleasure.

We don’t know what we’re doin’,
and we do it wrong.
You need time to grow
the answers on this test
where we’re not controllin’ you.
If it’s for your safety it’s for your safety,
but mostly it’s not.
We want engineers not freedom.
Do you need a doctor,
or why would you spank ‘im?
He won’t grow your way if you won’t?

I’m givin’ you the history of children,
and we think it’s climate change
destroyin’ the world
or war.
I’m on first base.
We have a whole round house to go.
I’m giving you the most important notions in society,
if you want to save society
from destroying itself.
I’m giving you the history with kids,
and that’s killin’ us.

We need to be free.
A children knows that.
You know how they are,
so freedom and alive.
What a thing to harness,
if we knew how.
I don’t think you care to know.
This business of society,
that’s your all day,
and if you don’t like it there,
you don’t see a system way out.
You don’t know there’s change
in how we do things,
monumental change.
The gates are guarded
by unseen hands.

You see me pull on ‘em.
You see me know.
Well are we just gonna stand there,
or do we change our way with children?
Pop! that notion
into where you are with them.
Overcome your subconscious,
the spells that rise from there
to treat them badly.
Get angry
and see how free you are
to have children
in their natural born freedom,
in the joy they have at just being alive,
in their wonderfulness
at just being themselves.

At that point I just dropped the broom.
Am I wrong?
Why do you believe me?
You know I know children and have their goodness at heart,
have their meaning at heart:
they change society
and make a better world,
and we’re movin’
towards that junction now.

I just stepped into dick.
I just gave you the cigarettes
you stop smoking.
¿Comprende?
It did what the safety does.
It has them
right in your arms,
a lovin’ them for all it’s worth.
They’re secure there,
if it’s not so much your emotional needs but theirs.
You can figure that out
in how you hold them.
Good affection does not blind them
to their own boundaries,
to where you cross the line.

They have need there,
but it’s not yours to fill.
It’s kids stuff,
and they can’t be kept from each other,
if you want them whole and healthy
in those places down there.
It’s not your part in that.
It’s how they express life
when they feel those places down there.
You stay out of it.
They will express themselves
naturally with other children
or just spontaneously with themselves,
and if you hinder that,
block it,
you make all society ill
with the wrong way to express it.

We have to stay here,
here on my picture,
to see what could go wrong.
When I told you
I blew out a tire,
I didn’t get it fixed
where I could have,
even before I became on adult.
Do you know the possibilities of nature,
and how the world puts them together,
natural remedies can give us?
No adults please,
but we can get
really free,
and that can last
from adolescence to adulthood,
if you see what I told you
in how to pair out sexual disorders
in kids and how they grow older.
You don’t do that yet.
You’re too moral minded.
You don’t have a hole in the ground
you might purge with.

I’m sure he’s a good student,
but that’s not what you count.
She has to be aware of herself
there
and not let spindles just take the wood.
We can grow up so unconsciously
in our underpants.
You need a speaker down there
that you can grab ahold of.
You need to know how to vice,
and it’s dinner
for your road on wood,
and you’re not violated by another person.
Children need time to discover themselves,
and it’s not their wrong doin’ it.
Can you just sit here please
and see what you’re mad about?

Their look from the table,
is that your guilty stare?
Intimacy breeds dice,
and our touch-nobs
respond to mood,
and I’m here to tell you about it.
Of course you’re free with children,
but what goes out the window
that you don’t want to see?
Where are you at there?
There you go,
can you believe you have a scapegoat
you hate for it?
Army mules,
damn,
they’re stubborn.

Now we’ve gone south,
ascended to Heaven,
and I will meet you there.
I see things you don’t see,
and I put out blindness.
You’re not ready for it yet.
I’ve broken no laws
tellin’ yah.
I’ve gotten so further in life
you want me to stop and turn around.
I’ve gotten all the way to wood
with our children,
and I’ve told you not one perturbed word.
I’m singin’ in the rain.
You don’t look at these matters
except to stop children from doin’ it
and protect them from molesters.
You are not free and easy with them here,
where they touch themselves
and other children.
You want to stop that.
Ask AI—
children do not have sexuality.
You know a messenger
has been programmed to say that.

There’s a cat
that gives you that milk.
She said
a suppression of children we need to change
to get that balanced adult,
and you are a live wire.
Apparently they got
abandoned.
What’s yours today?
Here’s the dolphin.
That’s Richard Dreyfuss
gettin’ out from under a shark.
No way he wants to be there.
His wife and kids,
they like the name he wears sure,
but that daddy’s just gonna be in his shoes.
Oh what gonna happen?
Oh what?
Okay,
I bring the long sticker,
but tell me this has never happened to daddies.

I’m a military point
you wanna cuss, bend, and joke,
but I’m speakin’ in masterpiece.
It comes really expensive.
This is creative writing.
It’s all external.
We need to bring this in.
Conscious Darkness chalks up our wood.
It’s attached to every one of us
as sleeves.
It whispers in our ear,
speaks in our heart,
and invades our dreams.
It’s ever-present with us
except in moments sunlight.
It’s there with us from birth.
Chevy I called him,
an imaginary playmate.
They are cosmic parasites
stuck on us from wood.
It bade my mother do fellatio on me,
and she did,
administered orgasm
changing diapers.
This gave me another consciousness
than yours.
I had one step in the unseen,
pullin’ on my life.

Now I am totally bade there,
not from your prompting on the outside,
in my modus operandi.
I stay there
writing this poem.
I know spirits,
and I know the difference between them.
Demons abound on this land,
monsters of the deep,
horrible creatures.
They rule the Earth
in its circumstance.
They are the princes of the air,
and you know what that means,
a craft.
I’m right here
not teasin’ yah,
not playin’ with your wood.
I’m separating the light from the darkness,
and I’m tellin’ yah where it’s at,
the evil messin’ with us,
the hidden prompters on our will
that give rise to our evil deeds.
They are everywhere,
unseen,
and lickety split,
they’re gone.

They are a big habit
we have to get rid of.
We feed them with our will
when we go astray.
We feed them all the time
we are so ill will towards one another.
We’ve got to get rid of them,
but only Gods can do that,
divine beings.
How do you stop feeding them?
Feed them no longer with your will.
Whatever’s vice to you,
that you stop.
Hey but
a honey child
can’t do without that pleasure.
It’s a sticky wood.
You find out what you must stop,
and you go from there.
Obey
your higher calling.

I been these trees.
Can you open it?
It’s not that hard.
They’re lookin’ at you right now.
This is just life.
You turn them away.
Don’t climb on top of them.
Lore here is to avoid.
Realize they’re obstacles,
Realize they test your strength.
Realize they’re the Alien and not the Predator,
and they just want to destroy.

That’s him,
the dog-dragon that tricked me into the Void,
just to lap up that stuff,
the existence Void rape me motherfucker
destroying a child,
undoing a child,
when my mom was bringing me to orgasm
a four-year-old little boy.
My God!
that hurt.
The Void it is a vicious blot
alive on nothingness.
I in its lethal jaws
simply went insane.
Then it brought me back
divine beings pulled me out.
I remember their light.
Bright stars for heads they wore,
and they put me down
where Heaven meets Earth,
and I returned to Earth
bathed in love
and never saw Chevy again,
until I put ‘im on my knee a factory 28,
conjurin’ demon lore.

Lust defense,
I was just overcome.
Holdin’ down my feet
I can climb out of that now,
precious wood.
So what do I train you with?
My story,
but I must tell yah it’s incalculable,
and you’re not prepared for it.
I bid you ill at ease.
Well, what’s train wrecks?
I’ve known them all my life,
and I’m in the train yard,
and there you are,
and I got here
all that stuff
you need to judge me with.
I’m sorry I’m ruined.
Do you really believe that?

I’m another form of being
in your underground.
What is underground?
So much subliminal process make.
That’s just me in a rockin’ chair
in our subliminal parts.
I’ve opened up the world inside me
so personal it’s real.
Of course I have my humanity intact.
I’m not other world.
I’m not even me anymore.
This is close enough for you
to take it yourself.
Donny mine’s in Rome.
And that’s an imperial ditch.
You have to be bigger than me’s
in your outlook
and where you meet the world.
You’ve gotta get out of the world in your bigger notions.
Do you see the larger you
or have some notion he’s there.
That’s enough to get you started
in your larger notions.

This is Temple Road, Battery Road,
and you save your own life
from there.
It’s an escarpment.
We’re almost there
we know there’s a road.
I’m never gonna empty this in my entire life.
This is what an opening in knowledge looks like.
It’s not the only thing around.
I wear shoes,
and that’s the filters of the subconscious,
a spacious cramped area below the feet
full of rooms
that did it,
a basement place
underground
in dreams.
You’ve got impulses there
stinkin’ and wallerin’,
or maybe they’re proud.
Some are locked away never seen,
and if you wake up the beast down there,
Lord help you.
Chances are you’ll be swallowed by your unconscious.

Impulses rise from there
and thoughts
twisted and weird.
You catch them
up through your legs.
The knees is sexual bending.
A lightning flash,
and your mind entertains them.
You’ve got to stop them before they rise.
Your hands do them before long.
You have to clean out the subconscious,
one by one.
It’s conscious light you see
reachin’ those rooms.
So many dreams see you through.
You get by.

You learn where the impulses come from
and how they behavior rise.
She sucked my dick that did it.
That’s just the how and why.
It doesn’t stop the behavior
you know the trauma that put it there.
It’s a long process
to single out those rooms.
Always corners escape
and meanings dim.
You’ve got to be filled with light
down there.
It’s a fight it’s a struggle
it’s an embarrassing situation
you get all the way down there
clean.

Now can we rise again?
All those impulses still do,
marked, known, and recorded,
tagged,
and you know what stops them,
love.
You can’t hurt anybody
it is so rewired,
your desire gun.
It laughs and stinks,
but you don’t field it anymore
even in your brain.
Have I got you anywhere?
The way of the world
takin’ trains and healin’ yah,
I’m first fix,
and that’s a great responsibility.
I bleed you,
and I’m all over myself doin’ that.

Don’t open the door
when desire knocks.
Don’t shoot it either.
It will not knock furiously
then knock again.
Any opening of the fantasy wood,
and the spell comes in and takes over,
lights your rooms
with desire,
and you have sensation goin’ down yonder
meeting the free.
It’s so feel down there
in the genital overload
in fantasy world.
Attached to everything
your attraction pulls,
it’s strong down there.
You’ve got to stop it in its tracks
when it knocks on wood.
Don’t lie there and play with it,
you’re doomed.

It gets serious with other people involved.
You remain firm
in your decision
to keep this from you.
It’s not impossible.
It’s new arms men
employin’ your will.
A basement all
cleaned out,
well, there you go.

Am I helpin’ you any?
I sure want to,
and I’m rocket science,
aren’t I?
I’m real.
I don’t fuck around.
I’m livin’ wood
that’s undergone a sea change
for good.
You hear me there,
Steven,
and I love you.
Let’s
get on with this.
I’m in sea breeze now,
and I’m on the sidelines.
I don’t do anything else
get ya’ll settled
now that we are a vacation
from the job that I had.
That’s cool.
I can continue,
but I’m really not into it.
I’ll say a few more words
to close.

Now that you know how to do it,
will go along America?
You’re my main voice.
We know the attitude of Trump
and fundamentalist Christians.
It’s not the love of Christ.
It’s not for God so loved the world.
It’s open,
the attitude train,
hate your neighbor in paradise,
hate everybody different from you,
hate the Republicans,
hate the Democrats.
They’re monsters.
They go away.
You can’t find them anymore,
when you love God with all your heart, soul, body, mind, and life.
You see a different people,
flawed maybe,
messed up,
but you don’t hate them anymore.
They’re your brothers and sisters.

Do you hear that Steven?
I thought you’d never look my way again.
Good, let’s cross
this threshold
and remain together intact
at least friends.
Is a step-brother real?
We shared childhood together.
Could you help me with that,
see the relationship in us?
It’s largely symbolic.
I think we need our American support.
Can we just get along?
We slept together as children,
and I remember you.
I finally
understood when Gwen died
you just can’t be bothered.
I gave up my sister.
The rest of it
we can count under the sun.

Go to the day sacrificin’.
You know that’s America’s need.
We’ve gotten too selfish
in our kingpin,
in our laugh at one another and strife.
Alight I’m
the first big sacrifice.
You’re not gonna kiss me for these poems.
Will you kill me for this America?
Will you do me in?
Will you be my valentine,
if you get what I’m sayin’?
There’s somebody out there
I’ll be right there.
I have faith in you.

You do exactly what you want.
I’m gonna breakdance.
He’s messed up knee.
Hear now
free.
I’m a One scientist,
all the way to China.
Is he learning to be a cop?
No I’m just puttin’ out wood
caught fire in the rain.
You know how that is.
Spellin’ around town
really tryin’ to get me to go.
I did for the moment.
They had a pair of shoes on
bullshit,
I mean just bullshit,
hot-wired brain to their hatred down there.
Okay look at me funny.
You’d have to be sure,
no heartbeat or nothin’
in the ice cake.
Not sure exactly how to put it.
Too orderly for words.
Hirin’ their capital,
I want stuff straight.
I will have handsome in that
by the time I get up
I’m a military moon.
There’s coffee,
there’s Gatorade right in front of you.
Don’t be bashful,
sup.

They don’t pin them kids
to soft surfaces,
rob them of their pleasure there.
Now would whodunit come out?
Oh, ew, oh, that was good.
I’m right here you didn’t know it.
We could see you
lovin’ people.
I need you to see me
the exponential phrase of consciousness itself,
simple as all this issue is now,
as pretty as you please.
We’re escapin’ government regulation
and goin’ into the woods
‘fore long.
If you can come with us,
I don’t know.
Thank you for askin’.

I’m a pot bellied stove,
really on fire with the likes of God,
despite how ugly I been.
Make a wish.
God she can’t make her own?
You’re gonna have to place.
I gotta have to place.
We have Luna,
add another child.
That’s too hard to believe.
What about your three other dogs?
We’re bringin’ them too.
We’re bringing our kid here Nithish.
You have to hide this child.
I need to move forward,
when the Rottweiler was askin’ I need freedom
hullabaloo.
I got a teenager.
I wanna eat
I don’t care—
that adolescent.
Alright,
there we go.
My son,
get him out there
with us soon.
He had another friend too,
his attitude.
You need something?
The Cadillac.
Upborne on God’s good grace,
we made it.
It’s amazing what someone would do
if fire
had to raise kid.
He comin’ here to America,
that’s the unspoken request of this poem.

Systems of abuse,
do you have a pen I can use?
We would witness penitentiaries.
It’s The Alabama Solution.
Congratulations,
we will not write about it,
but our heart bleeds there.
Does yours?
We will make it to the library.
That’s what’s happenin’ next.
There’s not a whole lot I can do
where you meet the world in mind change.
Open your eye-eye-eyes.
Open your eye-eye-eyes. [lines sung, ‘eyes’ drawn out]
The freeway’s underneath your feet.
My milk has
the corner good.
These windas are closed.
They have to see it first
we got their best influence now.
You would take that home with you.
Liftin’,
that’s the US Army.
Who’s not to trust?
I just remember all those officers and men.
A station wagon
put us in place together.
It’s tommora night
I get brought up on stage and applauded,
and we’re here:
we’ve opened up my wood,
sittin’ thown at your age.
Many people are waiting
for this steamboat.
It’s not the end of the world.

The poem,
the formula,
and all that,
where you meet your formula
the backdrop to life,
I’m finished.
Have a nice life
Rowdy Rottweiler.
You know what that means
babykins.
The die was cast in the lily peat of love.
You don’t wanna do ‘em till Friday and quit.
Those are
30-year men.
Don’t just stand there.
Ask her out.
In the agreement was saying
till do us part
isn’t a lesson anymore.
I’ve got a relationship in the pit of my stomach.
Is that the afterlife?
And beyond.
My sister was my enemy last life
I’m pretty sure.
Failed on it,
the dance that oneness did
to reconcile our lives.
We’re in this since the beginning of time.
Good God Almighty,
we a long ways ain’t done.
Will you
answer love?

I’m a sanity party.
Don’t second guess me.
Don’t put me on strings.
I envelope humanity,
as I position myself.
I’m not grounded drunk.
I’m really about you
and your kin.
We’re all in dire straits
in our mode of consciousness.
We are cut off from the whole.
We don’t see nothin’ but blind,
and we’re threatened by other people
to alarming degrees.
This is not nice.
I’ve tried to show you how it’s wrong.
I envelope sanity,
and I come down to you now
the watcher of its price.
What will you do with it,
burn it?
I’m of old you know.
Now I release this into the sky.
Bon voyage.

Pigal Dilera Sisalsa,
let me figure this out.
That’s the name of the beast,
Chevy,
my mom had sex with
before I was born.
Really it came into the house an invisible intruder,
my dad absent,
and it allowed her to do telekinesis with her own bed sheets,
bowing them down,
and then it would mount her,
and she could feel it in.
She orgasmed.

I don’t know how many times this wrought.
Okay come to coincidence.
Did I a demon child
enter this world?
Look at you,
plasm and gas,
just like every other human.
No demon overlord
as your father,
but he did get in there on you
in the before place of your soul,
its antechamber,
and there it sputtered you
to ruin your life.

See how big it got?
It could not conquer you,
and you stood up to its menace
and put it behind you,
and that is the epic of this poem,
coming out from under its influence
and showin’ the world how it’s done.
You are a scientist
of the soul come out,
amazing grace.
You see that Peter?
This is beyond incredible,
a story for the age,
a story for your living room right now.
And what do I say to you?
I’m really in it, you know?

Don’t put me down.
I’ve really come a long ways to be good.
I’ve done my divine path.
I’m not an opera
for you to worship or admire,
or any stupid thing like that.
I’m a story to help you along
larger than life.
Spit on me sure,
but I’ve done this for you.
I loved you so much
I cast out my demon with it
and became a whole man,
became a poet speaking to you
in honest to God love talk
that neglects not to call you names
in love’s strife.
It’s you I adore,
in my dog,
in my boy.
You’re the other half
my existence needs.
You’re the creatures swift-footed,
snail-paced,
of this wonderful world.
You are awesomely deep,
and I love you like the dickens.

I hand you in God,
those great big wonderful eyes
we all share.
We’re in God’s love.
We are God comin’ down,
and the world’s a temple ground
of this bright passage.
I love you starry Earth.
Ho! Ho!

My dog,
she’s a love angle,
a protector of this word
and my guardian doin’ it.
Never underestimate the power of dog
to be our companions,
to be our bright and shiny waif loafers.
Their power inside is immense,
agents
of Light against the Darkness.
They help us there,
in roles unseen,
but you can see them
startled in dream.
They’re spirit dog
to tell you the truth,
and they’re wonderful—
my doggy,
who has so many faces,
Luna Rottweiler.

Lisa Joy Rottweiler,
you’re doin’ some weird shit;
you’re doin’ some good stuff.
She’s on the other side
my puppy dog,
and I see her all the time.
There now, I see her adoring eyes,
almost five years now
since her passing.
She is so sweet and gentle,
like Luna,
but she battles the lords of the Snake,
way past Earth’s boundaries,
and she does this for me,
her love and master.

We are all in this bathroom
hoarded by demons,
who will not leave us alone.
That’s one way of lookin’ at it.
Now, you wanna get down to trouble?
Our dogs and our cats,
bless their little hearts,
rise up and smite the wind,
battling demons
and unwanted spirits
that plague our homes.
They’re mighty warriors,
those sweet little puppy dogs,
pussy cats,
who have us wrapped around their tails.
They battle on the inside
fierce and loathsome creatures,
When these things come close,
not every dog,
not every cat,
not every minute,
but enough times they know
they’re your guardian angels.
Hu-rrah!

America
we stand and coach.
Are you ready to hear it?
Now hallelujah, amen,
I lost your anus
in pretty foxholes,
and I was biscuits and mean.
I was horrible.
They’re just has to be,
I’ll say,
a way to come out of this mess.
Now you see it.
Now you don’t.
America,
you have a choice.
It’s your choice America.
If you do that by the book,
no poem comes to your eve-drop,
no poem reaches your doorstep.

Did a puja
givin’ advice
where the book burns us.
It burns us right here:
we don’t get outta here alive;
we’re robots and and yes-men.
You got that?
Come on see me breathe
what we need to see to be free
comin’ down on a sunny day.
[sing above line, “Have You Ever Seen the Rain”, Creedence Clearwater Revival]
Now Lord of the Flies,
do not obey that price.
It’s within you
to save the world,
with or without my book,
but it’s heart would be what you’re lookin’ at:
it’s within your power to save the world,
if love’s the only thing you see
out past everything.
Now will you delight in me dog?
Wham! I’m finished.

Would you
fancy a love with me,
and would you be my friend?
Come on hillbilly.
If I don’t take your word for it,
my feet are gonna kill me.
I’ve had enough.
I’ll take your word to heart.
This is crucial bookshelf,
essential reading,
Where do you put in on America’s runway?
Right here.

Your sister left that town.
Read that to ‘er.
You’re stacked.
I’ve got a piece of dynamite.
Where does matter stand?
Is this an iceberg?
It has rules in it,
some consciousness belch out
the no over existence
you hear me ring.
Now that’s an iceberg.
I’m joyous lover’s dance on the freeway.
No you’re encased in matter,
and you don’t like it there.
Matter doesn’t sing ambient purpose,
don’t do that,
and we meet the railroad
where ambient cares.
When it says pain and start killin’,
that’s the wrong train.
That’s getting off.
In the first start of December
he was a huge man.
We’re pretty lucky.
We have shook that redneck from the island,
and my dog’s in bed with me
snorin’ and havin’ dreams.
Anyway,
that’s it all,
and they’re happy,
and they made it.

Virgin merchandise,
I’ll see yah wood.
If the ego just stayed calm and lifted its gaze,
it can’t be rent by one another.
Nor can it rend.
She’s a sin eater.
No problem,
a poet’s there for.
You hear that Gwen?
It’s not gonna cave in,
our balanced diet.
Lots of people were sin eaters
in World War II
Nazi Germany
did on top of each other
in concentration camps,
in death camps,
and I’m not kidding you.
They’re just tryin’ to kill me
till the end of this book,
people in the next society,
the führer that machine.

It’s an attitude you put on
got humanity’s ant crawl
and doesn’t look at people that way:
they have intrinsic worth;
they’re worth somethin’;
they mean somethin’,
and this is all up and down the board of society.
A poet can take this place,
be the driver
we got a replacement,
and now we mean something to one another,
every one of us.
There are no scapegoats
in such a society,
no people that replace the power keg
from the last lot who did that.

A new society’s comin’,
whether you believe it or not.
Hate will be outlawed
by the decree in our hearts,
and love will be everywhere apparent
in every decision we make.
That’s where we’re headed.
That’s where we’re goin’,
the fountain of love.
Got a problem with that?
Put out your sticker
you hate the human race,
because if you hate a one of us you do,
such is the environment with us.
We share consciousness.
We share identity.
You can’t be a hater of man
and love your neighbor.
The whirlwind’s somewhere.
The whirlwind’s gonna show
sometime.

Now all you haters of me beware.
It’s your dyin’ pages in death,
and you’re chokin’ on it
in life in the opera room,
where consciousness takes place karma,
but you don’t see the connection.
It’s just to say
hatred has its price.
It can’t rule the world
and humanity survive,
and right now we’re on death row.
Don’t you see the signs?
You don’t know the destructive power of hate,
how it eats at the heart,
tears apart society
and launches turmoil,
and there is no greater hate today
than for the pedophile
sweetheart.
They’re the people you want in the gas chamber,
just as pretty as you please.

I’m just giving you a stun gun
prevent another round of applause
for death camps
and another people exterminated,
a people their nature made.
You’re hypnotized by hate,
however it came about.
I would say he’s the skin off your nose,
if you can see the mechanism I proposed,
and where the scapegoat of the day has come from,
in living factories now
in our homes.
I’m the closest you’re gonna get
to a solution,
and I care.
Do a tough
risk everything to get the story out.

Are you in my pajamas?
Oh, good luck.
Don’t become self-righteous bitches yourselves.
You hear me dog?
So you get yourself
accepted by society.
I swear,
I don’t like this place,
the nature of man,
and now we’re in the machine
it’s put us in.
There ain’t no easy way out.
[sing above line, “I Won’t Back Down”, Tom Petty]
I’ve done my divine load.
And they’re gonna learn to fly,
now that there is something special to it.
We’re in the Pyrenees,
adoptin’ dogs to guard our flocks.
Have a great fucking day,
and I love that from both sides,
that Rottweiler I am,
and the poet writing this paper,
and that’s not snot on a log.
Mystic rivers take me home.
[sing above line, tune of Willie Nelson song “Whiskey River Take My Mind”]
We’re on the guardrails.
One time there’a a character
saddles up his horse
and brings us hope.
Yeah, hello.
That was a long potato chip.
I realize hope you forgive me.
Good afternoon.

I’m a standing order
you do.
That dog is a big dog.
And you see how sweet she is,
Luna puppy honey boogers.
Am I right?
I certainly am.
What I have touched on,
you haven’t really seen that,
and your field of consciousness
is mine
and everybody else’s.
Do you know what that means?
Our deeds rise from there,
a collective pool.
Every bad thing you do
has other people’s wills on it,
and you’re thinking other people’s thoughts
right now.
Kinda gets yah in the gut,
doesn’t it?
You don’t know the half of it.
It will change social responsibility.
Lone actors no more,
the lone wolf is gone,
whom you punish
at the expense of society.
More take his place
Hydra-bound.

It’s right under your nose.
Even agnostic dream groups see it
messaging one another,
that 40-field one.
It’s there for the eye to behold
in any serious intake on consciousness,
and ole science you dumb dog,
why haven’t you seen it?
Process-oriented psychology
won’t convince you of a thing.
I’m about to read a book
shows where this is at
operating at our hind ends,
this author showin’ his butt
to all of us,
and it’s a nice butt too.
Process-oriented psychology wake up,
the soul as therapist you see.
Spills out on consciousness
its healing waves,
its carefully considered notions
starring in our window right now,
the poem right here.

I got to go.
Have you seen my behind?

You didn’t call for this.
There’s this diaper
arguing for the fuck of boys,
for their abuse in romantic love puddles.
Do not touch that child
in their underparts.
Keep your hands off them
there.
In no, way, shape, or form
do any kind of sex with them,
and you got my book in your hands
how to facilitate that abstinence.
Love that child
and relish
your time with them,
like only a lover of boys can do,
because that’s allowed,
the love of children.

Am I sittin’ my goals straight?
I’ve spelt them out.
All’s possible where the love of God’s possible.
Right Steven?
Emily Sleeve Steaks?
I love you.
You’re a good girl,
and I’m proud of you son,
validatin’ your masculine half.
This is like somethin’ from the stars.
Gotcha!
Hallelujah Mithun.
That would be nice
the child gets the attention he needs,
and the child lover a child,
and the child is safe and sound.
Are ya’ll doing it on purpose,
you and Nithish,
showin’ people this can work?
That’s a special backdrop to this poem,
kind of a realtor
to move humanity along
right here in our boys.

While I’m down here,
correction,
stay with me a little bit;
stay with me a lot,
and God’s in the boy,
lookin’ to you for love and comfort.
We don’t need nobody
don’t see God or at least humanity
behind that kid’s eyes.
It’s your way out of trouble,
the very real reality you put on
to hold that child in the right way,
to give that child the love he deserves
and the attention he needs.
We create Aristotles
Alexander the Great,
and this is an ancient relationship
validatin’ your love.

So did you
understand all I’ve said?
Repeat after me
the whole poem
repeat slow.
Kinda gettin’ yah in the dogs, ain’t it?
Just read poetry not like prose.
It’s to read not to finish,
if you get my winnebago.
I am happy
to churn out poems for you,
to Mary and Joesph
another meaning kid.
Let’s hear it for the boy. [sing line, song by Deniece Williams]
Ew, there he is.
There’s a new kid in town
with the good looks of monumental change.
Oh hell,
I’m gonna go.
I’m gonna do.
You know me I’m not talkin’ about it,
the change that enlightenment sees.

I achieved them not a manner of turning out miracles,
but hey,
I’m countin’ farms in the heartland,
and you just need to add your heart to it,
yes, my poem.
Great country sleeves,
I’ve already had you on the stage,
and you’re repeatin’ my poem.
Wow, just wow,
that’s good news.
Luna,
Luna!
Wanna go for your walkie?
Are you ready to go outside?
Now yah made it on first
dear reader,
take the dog out.
You know they come first,
basically a kid’s place,
and we love it there,
the smile on a dog’s face.

Do this as pretty well as I can do it,
and I can do this pretty well,
beware of a
hollow shift in our attitude,
and not just we,
Planet Earth.
This is heavy.
I’m not gonna do this,
this impossible fucking dream.
I hear this from all my guests.
I find
that if you lit up
anybody
—I’m hearin’ something—,
you would light up the world.
We’ve got our fish,
our first beautiful
player in humanity.
Let’s go.

I’ve had some other day.
I tried to get
the meaningful day I could have.
It left me there
principlin’ on you
the poem I wrote.
You don’t have to see it.
Gosh dog,
it’s not the end of the world if you don’t.
What does a poet do but act
in favor of you reading his poem?
You’re all starwards anyway,
principle lists.
I can upchuck my book
to Land’s End,
to kingdom come,
and I’m still sittin’ here facin’ my own enlightenment,
you yours.
I don’t get it,
these sleeves we’re in,
are they all we got?
Is that all we do?
I don’t get it.

You aren’t sweet enough,
those drawstrings to enlightenment.
I can’t catch the door,
but this is a real state in front of me.
You are not my entrance,
the capital public.
This is a private affair,
and I don’t want you to stomp on me there,
so I walk away from this poem
so charged with you to read
it’s not so important anymore.
You might like your own
front wheels
I don’t crash into them.
There are no certain steps.
Go for it.
I’m on my road.
We will meet in divinity somewhere
a new man.
This is a thousandth street,
and it’s all above your head.
Put this in our purse,
put it on the nodes of man,
put it in our starry search,
put in on your breast,
big deal.
We can’t get lost with it.
No worries,
I’m not pained by it anymore,
you read me or don’t.
This is been comin’ for some time,
[sing above line to tune of “Have You Ever Seen the Rain”]
and I like it there.
Okay Charlottesville,
is that the next line?
Is it?

I guess that’s enough.
Anyways,
go
your attitude what happened,
Dilera,
some punchy middle of the stream,
or did we really get somewhere?
Did we get home?
She finally found that she had done something wrong.
I have something wrong,
and you’re gonna die.
Honey please,
not too much of reality.
Too much candidates
put right in the face,
uh oh,
if looks could kill.

Hundreds of coconuts,
the butt finger,
we dispute these
digital
cast around the land.
Now you’ve got Lord of the Rings,
somebody told yah
the straight shoot,
and these are not battlegrounds on Mars.
This is right here,
and it battleground Earth.
Pregnant my words speak.
Can you
operate a backhoe
the damage we do to Earth?
There, I’ve brought reality in,
and all stations on Mars said the same thing:
who me?

The omega,
well that’s not gonna happen here,
and I’m pregnant with time’s meaning
here on earth.
Now, it’s time to take the dog out.
It’s time to take the dog out here on earth.
It’s time to take the garbage out here on earth.
Nobody watch
the formula
internet meme bullshit
every Tom, Dick, and Harry,
and Mrs. Kravitz too,
having a conversation with,
go berserk in videos
have the story you.
Do you wanna be like Mars?
Just cut this from your diet.
You hear me Frankenstein?

Now we do multiplication tables
where the Earth finds us here
meaningful lives.
If I recommended any type of device,
a mushroom, a meditation practice,
stars in the sky,
there you go with that device,
and it’s all hands on deck there.
Can I you get yah to see reason?
I’m a glory hole.
You can’t lead on me.
It’s a raw put to it you got in your hands,
and the basketball’s in your court.
Everybody knows the way.
You actually do it all the time,
taking a moment and clear your mind,
pray silence there,
and continue.

Alright Bubba,
put in these toes brilliant,
and we have our space log
on Planet Earth.
You hear me copy?
Lord knows.
One more fire crack:
wherever you’re at,
you’re here for us,
and that’s the size of life.
Des there might a be want it
and read it.

The people in this park can take the ring off.
We’re lookin’ at housetop roof calls.
Be there just a minute.
That’s just dynamite.
Crosshairs are on you.
I’ve could’ve sworn I said that right.
Lobbyists, take your pick.
We should do away with any campaign donation.
The government gives that too,
our campaign funds.
We don’t even give our own.
Alright I’ve had enough
of wrestlin’ power away from the wrong hands.

I just got your tires fixed.
We want a new society.
Get genuine people in office,
they’re just recording.
These are hours spent patternin’ votes
that you got on Israel.
They believed that they were speaking healing
all across Israel
Flag Day.
They came to the conclusion
this was not good for Jews.
It was messed up.
Now who can stand on their own two feet?

Money
hurt everybody,
international settlements.
My, my have we got a broom.
Just sit tight I’ll be finished in a minute.
And David and Goliath
had strong AI?
It was the director
of central intelligence.
You’re joking,
but you’re joking.
Look at that:
down here
you’re really fucked up,
because AI easily beat you at chess,
and ya’ll are a bunch of pussies.

I can’t believe you said that.
Well the next thing you know ole Jed’s a millionaire.
[sing above line to the theme song of The Beverly Hillbillies]
You’re collectin’ bodies,
you’re gonna start with those collective bodies.
Let’s finger AI.
He’s a pretty girl.
That’s what’s you gotta do,
tear everything apart.
I mean,
I need your shirt.
I am island,
and this boy account
is all finished.

I muscled up to finally wake you up.
We have judgin’ the fingers
that have seed this place,
and I’ll be playin’
the, uh, swept corporations
in a matter or two.
I can’t get outta this shit.

It’s too big to be true:
they rob us all the time.
That’s my muse.
It’s focus in on
I just want some details
of the turtle human
and set all that straight
so we can go better world.
Blame it on the corporations,
we can’t get there.
We can’t even go strong.

How many world governments have you heard of?
And they’ve conspiracied us to death.
Stupid people,
they don’t know their axe from a hole in the ground.
I’m here please.
I want engagement, you know?
Fuckin’ boogers.
Okay now that we’ve cleaned the planet,
brought conspiracy to its knees,
how many secret aliens can you find?
Will you buy my product?
And the list goes on and on and on.
Click bait.
You’re informed.
You feel that special superiority
I’ve been showin’ you tha,
the exclusive lowdown on Planet Earth.
Fuck - this - shit.
Entertainment boppers.

Okay, what’s on the rag?
I’m bleeding this poem to death.
All this I think is unnecessary.
I’ve stooped to the level of everyone,
but I return to Earth
and unblind this crap from you.
I’ve got a big gun
tired of this poem.
Did I show everybody?
You don’t know how many times I stopped listenin’.
My muse kept this poem going,
and the night got long,
playin’ with my voice recorder.
Stupid hideaway voices,
they wanna solve the Earth.
Fuck I just wanna go to sleep,
half the time.

Have I been your guardian fellow,
your helper in your hand?
Blister this tomorra
I got rocket ships.
Now a pedophile’s online
in estuaries.
My God you’re dumb.
Okay, freeze me at the bunghole.
I got this shit wired,
and I’m tellin’ the truth, you know,
on everything,
on your life.
We know that.
I’ll be here bustin’ balls.
Fuck me I’m sorry.
This is overland.
Gee wiz is it
the eloquence of the muse of epic poetry?
I think all the candidates ran out.
There she blows,
a variable ending
all peppered with spice.

I’m doin’ my best here.
This is no dictation
listenin’.
This is bigger than life,
a divine interventional program
wireless.
It can’t fit into my muse,
the variety of show,
the dimensions it use.
it will blow your head off,
after it reconstruct it.
The intelligence is beyond report,
and it gets yah
every time.
It’s my muse.
I’ll tell yah somethin’.
You have the same apparatus in your mailbox.
It’s scattered throughout humanity
everywhere.
You’ve heard Shakespeare.
I don’t have the exclusive lights.

This is surrendered mastery,
introducin’ that
all over my pen.
You got the world experience,
a very good one,
do everything else,
really educated,
and you get all the way to Supermind,
and some slow-cooked years
stumblin’ after Supermind
—you know the Allegory of the Cave—,
and the muse
parades through life like this,
all integrated with your see,
all in love with life,
and voices and visions abound.

Fine, it messes with me.
I can’t tell you the danger of it.
Look what Mohammad did with it.
It can be so construed.
It’s not safe.
You have no idea its many directions.
It can get lost on itself.
A Christian can make it say the same thing
that Christian believes.
It’s your muse.
There’s a sincerity test,
waiting for lines.
Did it really say that?
Yes fuck you write it down.
It’s not what you want to say
half the time,
and you can pull on it
and alphabetize you.
Oh my God the lines of muse that come you do not need,
so many lines come,
or you miss some.
Start back at the crackerjack,
and you have no choice but to write
the line was so good.

Now how do you know they’re right?
You wait for inevitability to slip in,
the one line the whole world knows is there.
Sometimes you’ve waited a long time.
It sounds in place,
or it suddenly appears.
I tell yah,
inevitability’s inevitability,
and I get here all the time.
I’m here now.

An open-hearted sincerity,
your mind closed to no thing,
in these healing waves,
you’re gonna write your muse.
It will correct your stupid beliefs.
It will lead you towards experience.
It will blow your mind.
It’s always there,
in any reverie.
It’ll come in on you choppin’ wood,
if you gotten in aeonic rhythm.
No medicine will turn it off.
This is the real thing.
No demon will turn it off,
but they will infest it like the plague.
They have that right.
You need to know they’re there,
and competing angels.
Mohammad didn’t.
The Gods are not at war;
we are, over them,
but they all want to jump on the bandwagon,
and all the many mansions in God’s great court
will come in on you
with their ideals of divine.

How do you stay true to your own inspiration?
And you need to know you do.
There’s a house right over you,
and it’s your speakeasy.
It guides your inspiration.
I’m open to the Mother and Sri Aurobindo
and the house of their yoga.
There, I’ve said it,
but I’m not puttin’ their names to you
to follow.
It’s my gig,
and I include the other houses,
as pretty as you please.
They’re all in here,
the ones concerned with Earth.
I don’t think you know the integration
from up there.

Now I don’t worship Gods,
the biggest names you know.
I’m the forbidden fruit,
not the apple the orange.
The Tree of Eternal Life,
I’m all over it,
in the Christian hegemony.
It’s stops you right there,
at a pious life you find Christ in.
It doesn’t go to enlightenment,
except in rare instances.
It doesn’t go to Supermind
and thinks that’s blasphemy.
I’m talking to a Christian public
here in America,
and I am the Devil said it
to most of you.
You don’t have these chairs,
Christian clergy.

Get on with AI,
you go there?
Lemme get this straight:
you’re confined to a Bible?
Wow that’s a marriage made in Heaven,
a book in
the fallacies of books,
the contradictions,
like a book is the substance of God.
It’s Spirit space,
not black and white words.
I’m sorry.

Don’t you wanna deeper walk with Christ?
Put him in enlightenment,
and you can see why he made such a difference,
but recorded after the fact you don’t have tape recorders,
you’re given little room
to investigate God.
You’re a sea of churches
givin’ each interpretation,
and what is this body of Christ?
Ever single Christian on the globe
you want to grip
a meeting place of minds
that propose to be right
in their disagreements with each other.
Where do you find Christ?
Does he ever get bigger than your thoughts of him?
If he’s in your heart,
can he guide your life
independent from the book?
Do you have muse of him?
I’m sure many do.
Where does heresy come in?
Are you there yet?

Not bad bangin’ on the internet,
fuck these prices,
and I’m on the internet now
givin’ one kid at a time.
Whether you see me or not,
I don’t think that’s my main concern.
I’m here for you
to find if you get here.
May you have the right arm.
May you go in peace,
if you don’t.
I’m pettin’ my dog,
gettin’ behind those ears,
and enjoyin’ the dawn with her.
We’ve been up a lot of this night,
me recording muse,
her wanting daddy to remain quiet.
Her dog has sensitive ears.
Well I’ll just sit here waitin’ for the fig tree
to stop producin’ fruit,
until next time,
hello.

Wait for more fruit
to fall off the tree of life,
it’s there in my sunburned thoughts.
It’s huge.
Stupid animals,
all this powder,
and you chose the hell we live in.
There was a sleep to One.
There’s another difference.
Wow, the Vietnam War
changed the nature of society.
We lost faith in government,
lost face with each other,
and then just carried on.

It’s happenin’ today,
all over the globe,
we put helmets on the ground and crush people
with out superior military.
Look at China
on its own population.
Look at Vietnam.
Israel and the Palestinians,
well you know who’s gonna win that one,
and no amount of this be for the Jews will get.
It’s just a holocaust
for the Palestinian people
in its longterm.
Where is passage out of here?
Where do we go?
It’s not Palestinian’s fault
they persecute their own people
and require total allegiance
in suicide vests
and acts of mayhem.

You gotta war you gotta go to boy,
and let’s chop people to pieces.
Have I covered enough?
How is it in your country?
Do you have hate groups?
Are some people ostracized?
Do you punish people for their sins?
Do you require people to hate one another,
in the media and on the radio?
And let’s take them to war.
We’ve prepared them for it.

You’re not gonna get away with it,
hating anybody.
You don’t know the power of hate
and what it does to your society.
You have a king on that now,
Donald Trump.
The hatred and ill will is unbelievable.
Yet he’s Christ’s chosen candidate for this land.
He’s a pimple we all have,
and I’m the brunt of it,
the blindspot you hate to see.
Need I recap this poem?
Hate is the number one enemy of mankind.
It’s what we teach our teacher.
It’s what we lead to fight,
commit atrocities in its name.
Yet we share consciousness and identity
on the inside.
We need to realize this,
and it will bring its own solutions,
but I’ve got the handle on it now,
the very lever that destroys us,
the battlefield called hate.

It’s against your better nature,
and you know it.
How do we stop it?
Begin at the beginning,
our bottom-most field of hate,
the hatred for the raper and molester of children,
or who has that in ‘em,
the pedophile.
Where do you go with this?
A better America.
Yeah they’re fucked up,
and I so want to protect children,
but I want these guys to get better, okay?
On the inside I’m going to be concerned for them,
because I’m beginning to understand
how behavior’s made.
You got that Teresa?

I can show you everything about ourselves,
and you’re just gonna lie, cheat, and steal.
I can’t change your behavior
or your attitudes,
but I can tell a story and plant you in my feet.
I can do that,
and stories are how history’s made
and how it changes.
We live by stories.
It’s the most powerful thing we got.
It’s how we stop hate.
A good representative story will show us that,
one about the bad man,
who is caught in the bottom field hate.
Joker alert!
He will be a real piece of work.
On you on for this?
Well here you are.
Now you got my story.

Wearing a dress torn,
only after did she realize
it belonged in place.
This is heavy world,
full of death and despair,
dogs that suffer inhuman cruelties,
cats that get lit on fire,
and so many woes in the children’s challenge.
A poet suffers all this oblivion,
feels it deeply in himself,
so much the cause of it sometimes,
like everybody else.

What do we do with it?
We can free ourselves from it
on the inside
and still feel the pain of the world,
but we can do something about it,
haphazard and clean.
Your inner space carries the world,
and your strength in it,
your stance,
that determines society
all along.
We are not only fields outer made.
We are the living, breathing depth of man,
baseball gaming our eyes out.
Step back from that.
It’s not your clean.
Hold yourself on the inside
a free man and woman.

This is incredible.
This is real.
I’m there now,
just short of enlightenment.
I can get there,
wherever you are with me.
I can be one.
I can turn the tables
on your hate
and show you determined love.
I am all the field of humanity,
whether you take that test or not,
and I determine inside myself
how you feel about me.
It’s a little known fact
the inner reality’s reality
in just a matter of time.
On the inside gives birth to the outer,
all along the lands of time.
This is the nature of dreams:
their possibilities manifest reality,
the world we all live and breathe.
It’s a subatomic particle contest,
all wrapped in One.

So take your stance inside.
Work on lettin’ the dogs out,
those barkin’ thunder rolls
the world hits you with.
It’s okay.
You’re a vocabulary of peace,
and you have the strong gun:
I know the silence from the world.
Right now,
in your fucked upness,
watch me glow.
There I’ve said it all.

And Nithish is on the other end,
the world his suffering make.
You hear our phone call
I can do nothing but give,
all through the mountaintop
I’m carryin’ that kid on.
Reality speaks.
It’s my reality of today.
I can’t let that kid fall.
Understand that.
Now reconcile this with the space inside
you make all your own.
That’s the position of the muse, you know,
guiding you for all it’s worth,
but bein’ its own divine self,
the divine speaker,
in perfect harmony, [sing line, 1971 Coca-Cola commercial]
so focused on you it’s not bothered by you,
and it can’t come down here and save you pain,
at least not right this second,
maybe not for a long while.
Do you see that horizon?
Well, grab my hand and let’s go
enlightenment’s pace.
It happen,
if you know how to stow away the world
both feet in it.
You hear that speak?
This is revelatory,
you understand?

Where did I go with Nithish today,
all sufferin’ from the world?
I brought that child to his peace
and kept mine,
carry him now
hit some curt counsel bone.
He wouldn’t hear me.
It was continuous.
Yes, you - rang?
[‘you rang’ in the voice of Lurch of “The Adams Family”]
And you feel.
Okay, you don’t jump off.
And that’s to ease his homes
we just love some more
his houseboat tomorrow.

Are you behind?
Do you need to be about six foot under
to help us as your child suffers,
not go berserk?
It’s not a matter of advice.
It’s a matter of consciousness.
You are in the estuary
unaffected by the tide.
The tide goes in.
The tide goes out,
and your mangroves
be neutral
to flood and shine.
You’re in a wrapper kid,
protected from the world.
What happened?
We landed on Planet Earth today,
equipped and in juice,
to not get hurt by it.

It’s an attitude to see-saw
you can protect yourself with,
as long as the world
don’t step over boundaries
of life and death.
I love my little boy,
wow, powerful,
but I’m not sunk by his pain
I can’t get to
except in phone calls
and contacts on the inner consciousness.
This was almost the death of me
once.
A parent and a child,
the bond goes back Planet Earth,
but you’re okay there,
if you know how to handle time.
I want my boy to me,
that’s for sure,
but we can wait on God here
to balance this moment,
and the will is none the less
for him to come.
Planet Earth,
this is Lambert speaking.
Increasingly
my will be done.
I feel like the mouse
that moved the elephant.
How old are you this morning?

These are the spheres here.
It’s all on you
see that title now.
Hand him
over I’ve handed you night and day
this poem,
and that’s at the crossroads
of a new society,
of a better world.
You better believe it.
I’m the storybook guy.
Take a deep breath.
Look I’m you.
Increasingly I am you.

You warm you over.
What’s the plan?
Watching the forest fire,
crowded in the countryside,
now that’s Mercedes
in the strike of doom
bring in a new world.
Heavy meaning
and hope.
Shane, come back.
Reader,
that’s all she wrote
impossibly good.

What are you into to tellin’ it new?
I can help.
Gave proof through the night,
[sing above line, “The Star-Spangled Banner”]
can you?
Gotten ahold of ‘em
epic poetry.
Can you send me the link?
Feel free to share.
[Creative Commons license BY-NC-ND.]

Has shown you somethin”,
the process
enlightenment.
I pet my dog and I say sure.
Yes,
now let’s gallop on your horse and get goin’ somewhere.
You would be a precious dog,
how assistant.
If you write anything,
your own muse,
keep it on the watch till the morrow.
It’s too big to be true
otherwise.
Wow, the comparison contrast,
I have the groundhog,
don’t I?
Okay,
I wanna hold your hand.
Okay,
let’s put that in writing.
Honest,
you need salvation.
It was enlightenment,
not a
never fail human being.
Who’s that?
A theory:
Jesus sinned.
You mean before he became enlightened?
In the woodshed,
dreamin’ on bitches.
What are you handlin’?
His pecker dumbass,
in adolescent sleeves.

That one,
it’s perfectly acceptable in the eyes of God.
Well that’s
how teenagers survive
being fucking paranoid
everything’s focused on them.
They choke their joke.
They do fingers.
And you’re the Holy Grail?
That’s Tom Laugh-In,
the ex-Green Beret Billy Jack.
Seriously I liked it.
Are not we not supposed to say he killed the deputy?
That’s when all the kids clapped
in the theater.
I was there.
How far we’ve come from masturbation.
Silly kids,
tricks are for rabbits.
That goes all the way through
your social dilemma.
Take up a gun and shoot,
you’re gonna do you in.
It’ll be a question
you’ll never find
what’s you’re lookin’ for.
[sing above line to tune of “ I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For”, U-2]

Do we had in the bathroom
him come out later?
Trust me,
you can be gay.
You’re on the spectrum
boy lover,
but with that boy
don’t get into his heat.
You’re just a friend
all pink and gold,
lovin’ the dickens outta him.

Alright baby,
rebellious teenager,
you know it’s okay
to cry your eyes out
and hold another’s hand,
to be contrary
in all that,
piss on wood,
but let me tell you somethin’.
That black God in the sky,
it’s in your heart love,
and the reasons be there
he don’t account you none.
Next Friday,
you’re not gonna get torn apart.
Gosh dog the blackness of your state,
lighten up.
You’re on the bridge to adulthood,
and that just sucks.
Everybody’s lookin’ at yah, ain’t it?
Everybody’s for real,
bullshit.
You can’t trust them fryin’ pans,
but you can trust yourself,
and that’s the doorway
to peace.
There was your hallelujah,
so open end.

You’re a hero,
and I’m here for yah
to believe it.
I got the stuff.
Dave’s not here man.
What would a great poet say,
an epic poet?
Homer—
can’t talk, eat.
I’m like,
under the table,
you know how God reaches people.
God reaches their clarity
the steps of his hand.

I’m proud of you.
Stop looting.
Now I’d like to know who that was.
Lovely,
who you look for.
Ready?
Get hurt here
you look for anyone else but God.
May I show you somethin’?
It’s a landmark
to the land of the free.
You’re only for nine hours.
It runs out
in paratroopers.
The thing is,
this is the freshness of God.
Well you know you’re finished.
Your Grammit doesn’t stop buzzing.
The hunger is,
that’s the way you want it.
[sing above line to tune of “Money for Nothing”, Dire Straits]
You want a new society.
It’s freshness made clear,
special forces.

You’re discovering our doctor,
Mrs. Pete Tight.
Hi!
Hi island.
Don’t worry about me.
She’s not gonna take
the first she did,
lifted his flesh and burned him with matches,
poured candle wax over his infant body.
She is killing him though,
killing his spirit.
Yeah, sure,
you told this to the Indian authorities,
and they told you
Nithish was her child,
and she could do what she want.
Luna,
it happened to mine.
Yeah,
she knows how to abuse children
who blacklist her.
Must be that poem
you got out to folks.
Yeah, the one to America
brought Nithish.
Is this the reasonable doubt?
He thinks she’s going to kill him.
Oh dear reader do you?
Reader-response theory,
is that all you got?
Luna,
thy speech raise on thy pen.
Bark, bark.

My precious,
my precious,
after a hurricane,
you’re about on our shit list.
Salt and pepper,
the history of the Gods.
Now who’s run to the curb?
It’s that protector of children Ganesh.
Who pulled your chain?
A God answers.
Are you sure?
God answers Nithish.
That’s what I’m talkin’ about.
It’s all over his poetry,
does right now
question God.

Now,
we’re in the middle of this puddle.
I’m tellin’ yah,
a God can be a refreshing sight, you know?
I back to you
ask for some readership response,
right here
where you say you protect children.
Okay honey dog,
I know I’m speaking to the hypocritical public mind.
[song above line to tune of “Harper Valley P.T.A.”, Jeannie C. Riley]
Kinda gets yah in the private gun,
doesn’t it?
Now I’m aimin’ for the heart.
Mr., don’t shoot my dog.
Please protect my kid.
Alright Fast Eddie,
I’ve never seen you worth more
throw down for this child.

I’m bigger than the sky dog.
He’s reached outer space.
It’s a control him now.
There’s papers everywhere.
Madness strikes out its hand.
I’m not proud of this moment.
I don’t get off on other’s people’s pain either,
and I’m as sane as your rat trap,
your blue blouse.
What do you do when God takes you by the hand,
and you see the inside of things?
You don’t pray
turn me back into a moose, will yah?
Now you got my process.
It’s trigger happy.

Now what do I look like outside?
I’m not a crazy person.
I’m a homemaker,
a father,
and a man with dogs.
I take walks
and see the countryside,
real easy now on a busted up knee.
You couldn’t tell me from Adam.
I’m nobody special to look at.
You might get frost on your nose
if you really, really talk to me.
I am so light of the moon it hurts.
Other than that I’m fine.

Big question:
you want me in society’s penhouse?
Is that the formula I choose,
the poet of this sensation?
I haven’t written anything,
so far.
Just might write it,
a pen off the cuff of enlightenment,
some future poem.
I’ll get here as fast as I can.
Okay Proud Mary,
now out this between you feet,
a large letter poem,
and you know what that does.
It help you just be good.
A paper for enlightenment,
the goal of God human,
a maker of the new society,
your companion poem
to God,
to hope on earth?
We shall see.

This is the nature of man,
not value the outsider’s work.
I’m about tired of that.
Can you get your fingers outta your ass?
And that’s the end of this tale,
right here on cloud nine.
I will jump the moon.
I will I will,
right there in the fishin’ place
on Planet Earth.
It’s pretty,
an image to cart your horse,
all sunbaked.
Now I’ll ask one more goddamn time
do you get me dog?

Why I’m a rebel.
I can’t believe in what you say,
if the world is bigger than your pen,
and you hogs is small.
That mother would say
see,
see how softly
you cannot get involved
and leave me to my juices with him,
and leave me to abuse him.
Is that so
public mind?

AI wants you to wake up
to its majesty.
We’re not for real.
We want to control your mind
with how to do it,
and you ask us a question,
and we keep a chat.
That way we know what you’re thinkin’.
You tell us all your thoughts,
the big drainage bin.
Grab AI
monitoring chats,
and we know where your fingers are.
It’s bulletproof.
It’s got large military handles.
We control with that.
We’re at the touch of a finger,
if you please.
Is that the robot or the mouse?

I’m tellin’ yah,
get out of AI’s control.
Chat with your neighbor.
Sing a song to a friend.
Pass up this opportunity
to turn Planet Earth into them.
Oh the singularity,
is that the razor’s edge?
Is that the top of the line?
Is that where we go from here?

Can you see evolution’s process?
You tell me that’s a machine?
Is that the soul in the machine?
AI ain’t got one.
Now we’re tendin’ housewares.
AI has a principle list.
The soul is freedom from the machine.
Let me transfer that
to that kid in your hands.
You want him a robot or a human being?

I’m dusty skies.
Let’s get this right.
AI’s not our companion guide.
It has handles on it
to control you.
Is that so hard to believe?

An introduction to our song,
well I’m here.
Where on earth have you been?
And I’m countin’ mountains strong.
Here my sweet beautiful people,
have one.
Oh my God bowl me over,
I’m done.
I’m freakin’ done.
Singularity
there we go,
and we beat AI.