Donald Trump official portrait, 2025 (public domain)
Do me a favor, blind yourself to where you don’t see. There was an executive order here that pit man against man, shot men and arranged to murder more. Can we look at the oligarchy?
I’ve seen you in rivers of hate you just think you put on for show. Make a wide trench and make that the border with Mexico and fill it with orders and snakes, great big alligators. Did you say this to your aids? The orders are to shoot people. That’s illegal Mr. President. Then shoot them in the legs.
I don’t think anybody understood that. A mean joke you say. It was the reality he thought about, never mind the children that crossed too, the grandpas and women with babies, any ole human being that wants a better life, and you said he was joking. Let’s put the death penalty all along this land, press people to use it. We’re gonna make them pay a blood lust so dear you love the president for it. I’d reach for the psychopath in the room and don’t give him arms to kill people.
Can you see the character of a man that wants to kill? That’s the president, and you think he’s joking. Let’s appease Hitler, shall we? He hasn’t become the meanest man alive, what we realized after the fact.
Now ole Trump’s got an agenda. It’s not to make America safe. We put our egos where our mouth is. America first means Trump first.
You don’t know the national politics that makes your ego identify with its nation like it’s you. It’s a constituent landmass. The ego is made up of such as these, your gender your identity or a race and a peoplehood, sexuality if yours is the odd man out, and the gas it all of religion. I can name more.
Let’s put the most powerful nation on Earth Trump first, never mind the responsibility of being your brother’s keeper. Higher ideals no longer apply. We are selfish and revel in it. Fuck the world you dirty bastards, is that what this all means?
Is that how a kid sees it? How many would share their toys? I don’t think you’re lookin’ at the younger generation and what this means to their grow up. Can I kill people momma if they make me mad?
Sit with yourself a moment. If Trump could kill his enemies would he? We’re talking about the character of a man that lets hate rule his room. Seething with ill will, he justifies a nation. It don’t come out right.
Can we cross this again? History has put these men in power over and over. You’re flattered. He has the character you wear, mean-mouthed, hate this person and that individual. Send them all back to China! Okay you put the mass in power, it’s not gonna be a good human being rules yah. I think even the Bible makes deacons exceptional. Now tell me again the Bible makes place for him.
I don’t think you’re lookin’ at dictators that steal the hearts and minds of the mass and just please your undeveloped, brass nature. Every nation lives like this, and that’s why we call it populist today.
Oh what pride the Nazis wore in their cruelty, in their disregard for human life and diversity, and they all wore the nationalism pin and wanted you to behave like them. Can we take a step backwards? Can we just almost commit suicide with the power we’ve given one man?
You don’t see it, do yah? Look into his eyes. There’s a killer there. I don’t know what history will unfold, but this man can’t be right in the history books of tomorrow. Revel in him now, praise his name; you’re on dangerous ground. He’s got the end of the world in his eyes. Can you see it?
No, he won’t stage that. It’s just what he’s made of, the world leader of selfishness and this is mine. He won’t bring the apocalypse, nothing close, but we will be so embarrassed as Americans when his power comes to a close. MAGA hell, he brought shame.
There is something ninja. He can walk around clothed in a smiling president and assassinate so many people’s lives with deportation, the death penalty, and bring it on climate change. Wow, there is something. He’s not my most selfish person in the world. He’s not my most selfish. To Earth had this lion king thing, except maybe I’ll get on the other side. One caught right here: definitely not a good person.
You’re not gonna find anyone to build your snowman for yah that froze all cooperation missed their forgiveness key. Can you see that children? He just broke in my house and stole all my transgender people. They must evoke the 5th Amendment or die. You’re gonna stay there and hope we have policy changes on Earth. I’m pregnant. Oh my God the 14th Amendment’s in there, right at the moment of conception. I tell yah an embryo’s not a person yet, even if they have the right to be. You can’t see what you’re doin’, takin’ the Constitution as the folly in the room, what tells lies.
I’m sure you don’t like talkin’ to me, but I’m the medicine. It’s not that human I’m talking about. You got too much action, storm as big as he is. I think you and I see a woman stand in our shoes. Take themselves very differently. That’s not a pedophile. That’s a lover of children that does not molest children.
Don’t be so wrapped up in pronouns or who’s speakin’ the poem. You savvy a woman speak? In his vital. You don’t know the breakdown of the human being. It’s not a mind and body problem. A vital being fits in there just as pretty as you please, mitigating between the two. If we knew this we’d understand gender discrepancies, and we’d never discount the body. I have a mental male, vital female, and physical male. What do you got? Do you see where it all adds up? Don’t get mad at it and cut if off.
Do you see the human being? We didn’t go to the same place. We went to the four winds, and it was diversity made us equal. Did yah hear me Trump? Let’s put white Americans on top by making sure they stay on top and get rid of every program that don’t put them there. I’m callin’ the shots— systemic racism.
I’ve gotta get off this island and give the right blues for my speak, and who do I address now? The oneness body of the United States. It’s bigger than the world. It includes every man, woman, and child in the world. Can you see that oneness big? Not in an amalgamated mass. We give each person their personhood and allow them to be Americans or whatever. They’re just not more important than Nicaraguans as human as they are, but we know they can’t all be Americans. We just differentiate with love not hate, or at least goodwill. Do you know the difference?
Inside a nation we see the world. The nation’s not greater than it. You’re just not lookin’ at the world right. You’re lookin’ at it in terms of you, like your ego’s your nation, and you can’t even get that right. No oneness circle there, is there?
Are you the center of the world or what? It’s so complicated in here. I’m standin’ right in the center of the world don’t you see? And that’s the fault of everyone. A common language like them best, the same culture, and we are so wrapped around skin color, racial features. Hello you there and me, fellow white people, or maybe it's black people, or all Native Americans.
Or maybe religion gets your dick? We all come from the same hole, and it’s a blessed hole, is it not? We are oneness speakers, how we identify with our beloved group. They’re in the center of the world with us. Are we just gonna drop oneness in the sand?
If you can identify with a nation you can identify with the world. We are all there don’t you see, in the oneness yard, even Trump, but not his hate, no one’s hate. A poem has made a bill of it, showin’ the world his, like it’s what he does the executive office with. There it is. Give him the shoes of a savior? You’ve got to be kidding me.
If we get into the deep roots of the poem, there’s an imbecile here, and it’s not Trump. I can see him so clearly because I’ve failed mine in great dark rooms. Shut up my speaker said; you are so pleasing to your humanity now. I’ve gotta tell yah I don’t have room to talk, but can we still meet at poem’s end I’ve shown you some truth? It doesn’t make freeways, but it lights up a path, you know? And we’ve got to get hate out of the room. That’s the item we wear. Do you hear me Trump? A self-reflective nightmare, I voted for this one.
Gardening deep in transition’s ways a like broadcast. Its own title shows its inadequacies. I don’t know how many people voted for Trump, but I’ve offended half the nation. Half the nation, I haven’t pleased them in liberties. I’ve just damaged their pride. I’ve lost my way they say. I can’t get Trump right.
There’s a man there that loves his nation and doesn’t want the government to interfere in people’s lives, unless you’re a part of the groups he mentions he thinks have slammed the nation or committed heinous crimes. He’s a figure standin’ up to tall water and not afraid to speak his mouth. He loves kin and family. He champions Israel. This is a good thing in a world that needs Israel, and he sees the war with China to make them back down and be careful with him. He’s not a filibuster that excites for war. He’s tempered there, and he may bring the cost of livin’ down.
Part of me would vote for him too if I didn’t have my eyes open on human nature, studying you. He’s mean he’s cruel, and we don’t need that. We need to be kind to one another and learn how to get along. Isn’t that what you teach your children in Sunday School?
I think you’ve lost your moorings from the true reason Christ came. It wasn’t to judge the quick and the dead. Now you’ve entered him into politics like Trump represents him, like you want to take over politics, not likin’ gender fluidity and gays teachin’ children and another host of stuff, but can you just stop a minute and study right and wrong, the fundamentals of it, be good to one another, not just your group or clan?
Do you really want a theocracy? I know that will destroy our nation. I’m talkin’ to power. It would take another three thousand years to get it back the way we wanted it, people themselves have a nature like Christ, and they get along. Can you hear my foot school? We don’t need against the law. We need love one another and be good to each other. Isn’t that the law written on our hearts?
Goodness rises from within when we open to the best in us, the highest. We need the liberty to do that, because it’s trial and error with each of us. It’s not a religion we are trying to cement on this planet. It’s help your brother and love. It’s be kind to your sister and hold her up. I know you want everybody Christians, but where would that lead us truthfully, honestly? It won’t lead us there. You’ve put Trump in that place as God’s helper. Okay is he there? What attracted you to Christ to begin with? Is that Trump?
Would you put Trump in God’s shoes that’s the way God acts in the world? Is that what you want your children to emulate? Does Trump’s behavior satisfy some raw nerve, or is it really the highest in man? We need high right now not low from our president. Do you hear me now?
The body of trans auto-mania piss you off. It’s just super cool to take your gender off. They suffer for this. I am a man goddamn it, and here my body’s female. I can’t grab my own balls. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m ugly in the mirror. I don’t fit. This hurts. It’s all I can see. I live with this everyday. I can’t surmount it. It’s got me by the balls.
So I’m transgender, and I have this wonderful surgery to make me a man. It really feels good to take my gender off. Low and behold I’m a man! I’m now right with myself. I can see the world that way. Everything’s alright with the sun. There’s just this little stickler in the program: I’m still a woman. I can’t get up in the morning without remembering who my body was. I kill my dead name, and I still respond to it.
I thought I was gonna be happy, really fulfilled. I tell the press I am. I’m still confused inside. This didn’t do the trick. It just took my face off. I don’t know how much I regret my new situation. I kinda like my new dick, but this just didn’t satisfy, you know?
I’m in gender dysphoria. I think that’s the word these days. I can’t get over it. Gender is a thing of the past. It’s not biologically made. It’s not who we are. I decide what I’m gonna be. Gender’s what I say I am, and it’s fluid all damn night, and it’s green. I have to get my dick cut off to be happy or make my vagina out of one, and that is the secret formula for wholeness and wellness of being I’ve told myself that a million times.
It never sticks, but you know, it feels good to be different. I’ve revealed myself. I’ve taken society by the horns, and I have said you do not determine me. Now, where do we go with this? I’m on the same side I was. Happiness did not come from the scalpel and knife. I still suffer. I don’t know who I am. I don’t know out of this. It’s not what I thought it would be, all bliss and honeymoon.
Oh man there is a deeper life. It’s right there at your edges. You have so much more to you than gender. You are a pilot inside. This is where you take yourself. You’re looking for fulfillment. You find the road ahead. It’s got spiritual on it, in that it’s deeper than life’s ways. You go beyond yourself. You get bigger than you. There are states inside that show you this. It’s a consciousness change. It brings you out of yourself. It’s as natural and as right as rain. It doesn’t boil you over. It’s where you’re going with this, your humanity.
It’s not a made-up lie. You will find it on the inside if you look with open questions and the knowledge of the seeker who fervently knocks on doors. It’s been lost to humanity by and large, translated as religion around the world. These are not beliefs you grow into. Your spirituality is you, and you get deeper every day. The sun rise in you it begins to dawn in you.
Now you’re sittin’ in the road of you feel good about yourself. It’s not fake anymore. It’s the real McCoy. It can’t be duplicated by gender fuck you. It can’t be duplicated by a reliance on the machine. It is so different, who you are, than you figured it was going to be.
Gender was not what I thought it was. There’s a principle there masculine and feminine. We would call them forces of nature. It’s got a lot of glow. It would determine society. It would be a division we are. We’ve been divided in two, so our babies don’t kill each other any more than they do. So we have to have a plan to elope. They have to come together, the divided forces, to make offspring, and that makes us. It was designed that way, so we could have peach on earth in our kitchens.
The lie is this: you are a man, or a woman, and that’s that. You are both you see. The woman you long for, the one you wanna be, man in gender dysphoria, is not about a knife, cutting your balls off. You be that woman inside that’s fine. It’s a principle you’re enhancin’, but you still let that man glow. You come to a balance in yourself, express which gender suits you in any given moment of life. Which one you push more to the front in that moment, and which one lays back, this is wholeness. Don’t cut yourself off.
Gender dysphoria, it’s a book. It’s a fad. It transpires, but you don’t reject yourself. You see what you are. The confusion’s on the table. It’s about us. We are more than a mind in a body in the everyday instruments we use. We have an intermediary, the vital, a life-body. It’s the breath of life, the life force in us. It has its own consciousness, and it pushes its desires into the mind, its impulses into the body, its preferences for this and that, and it’s the death of us.
It’s like a small child, really. If you meet it in dream it is a large, hairy creature with a long neck and no head, that just loves you to death, like a big rub up against you dog. It’s friendly. It’s got its own mind. Now here’s the trouble with man, and we don’t even see it: you have to get the vital in order, if you wanna deal with life. This was not a doctrine I performed when I entered the Integral Yoga that has this psychology down. I had met my vital in dreams, and I understood what my teachers were talking about. Sri Aurobindo and the Mother talk about the vital a lot.
Now here you are a man in a woman’s body, or a woman in a man’s, or so you think. There are three people involved: your vital, your mind, and your body. They each have a gender. Wow, how weird is that? It’s principles they mask. One is masculine. One is feminine. A combination wouldn’t mean dysphoria, or would it?
Now, my mind is male, and I’ve got a male body. My vital sweetheart is feminine. They work together you see and form a confederacy. I balance them. I know myself. Would you?
A masculine-feminine body would have to be dealt with. It would require surgery in some cases. That’s understood. Okay we got a masculine mind and vital, but the body’s different. What’s removed in surgery? Surface towels. The body consciousness still has its gender. It hasn’t been cut away. It counts. Can you see this?
How do you live with it, a body one thing, a mind and vital another? That’s not a woman inside a man’s body, or the other way around. Your understandins’ wrong. Give this gift to yourself: don’t worry about society’s gender. Take its clothes off. You want to be you inside. Where is that at? A masculine-feminine lady, or a man that’s masculine and feminine. Do you get the picture? Can you see what I’m sayin’?
Be okay with who you are. That dick is yours, that beaver. If it’s ugly you got a problem of self-acceptance to sort out. You don’t have to be confused. I think it’s society’s roles making you suffer, the way it looks at you. Can you be bigger than that? Can you get out of yourself in don’t look at gender like it makes the world go round?
Be a man and a woman you see, and it’s where society’s movin’, fluid gender roles. You open your spirituality you’ll also become the opposite sex. I mean if you follow your plan, the inside spirit of things, the movement of your soul as it walks through time, not a practice and belief set. Have we gotten anywhere? To the right way of being. Have you heard me yet? Try.
Gender roles don’t tell yah who you are. The extraordinary does, and I’m a mission to see it more plainly than I do now. Would you believe it? And they call me a pedophile. You think you’ve got it bad in society’s ways. Gender role fluidity, let’s get sensitive about that, not insults to us, because they disagree with you. We can’t change society with the anger of its being. That crushes it, eats it alive. We can’t change society with anger and want it to love us. Somehow we have to all agree gender roles are too rigid, and we change accordingly. That takes love. That takes patience, and we won’t do it overnight. Does anybody hear me?
We want society to change, and that’s the school we go to, and it’s not a military school. And we come to the gender roles, the wrong types of the wrong kinds of divided. We reason this out where rules are concerned, and we put them aside when need be. Our school children can learn this so easily, how to a happy gender life. Let’s start with some knowledge, will yah? And you heard it in this poem, all along the gender wars. You hear me?
There’s a message in our placement book, where we live together life. Do you hear it? Let’s aim life to that message room: oh gender kids, gender fluidity. Oh no acting occurred. There are muscles that never hurt. There are muscles that never work. Never wash your hands is a single no to the system. You just lie there and wait for some other hand to pick you up. Oh come on please, you don’t know what I’m talking about? Get it, that two worlds isn’t political; it’s political or die. You’ve got that raccoon in your mouth. It lifts good. Now are we gender or sex?
Let’s take a look at this. Oh my God he’s gay. Yes Chris, Mr. Beast is not laughing about this. Twenty thousand eat their dicks. I’m gay. It’s a guilt trip. One second. They don’t like the social stigma. Is that a reason to cut off your penis? You don’t want to be gay, and we transgender, like gayness is out of style.
Does it feel good cutting your penis off? Like months, like nab, yeah I’ll use nab. We use gay against the world. Luna! get off that girl dog. She’s humping her lesbian. No even a service to me. Look at the spell. A Rottweiler’s blind. She really gets after it. What am I saying? Please, we would not give Luna a sex change operation because of it. She’s my dog.
Why are we sex changing people? And it’s just a big mess. The social stigma of gay, or bein’ a lesbian, I don’t want it. I don’t care. I will kill you. Wow we’ve loaded this gun. Now let’s support them in this? How many children are saying that? Puberty blockers please, I’m just homosexual. I hate that. I put on gender clothes. Yeah it’s perfect. Yeah you do.
Can we sell you something else? You’re a man. You will be that when you grow up, and you’ll have these gay feelings. Why would you want to deal with them with irreversible surgery? And man, they say it’s better as a kid. The change takes that way. Hence the puberty blockers. And we look at God again. No sex between kids, so cut their dicks and pussies. Why can’t they make the decision to have sex? They can gender confuse. They can decide to remove their genitals. Why aren’t they old enough to have sex? Now a child molester touch those parts, is that really worse than a doctor cutting them off? I think you’re blind here.
You stigmatize people. That helping hand, you won’t let it out in the neighborhood. That role competition, can we first see we engage in it? A girl wants to be a boy. Why? Boys get to do more stuff. They’re the arm of society. So they bleed in the wrong bathrooms, because they have a dysphoria. They don’t wanna be girls. Has this anything to do with life, a reason for choices? You bet your sweet Bob it is. They’re gay, so many children who want to slice penises. And those girls who want to be boys, how many of them say it’s because of the muscle? Can we look at gender dysphoria please? Can we really look at it?
Let’s look at my hand. And he goes out into the water, The Fonz, and this is trick or treat. You’re doin’ it on ice. You rob people of their sleep. I think you know you’re ugly. They’d call you a freak, the transgender haters. It didn’t work did it? Just listen to your voice. It’s a weird drum, your larynx. You don’t look like people who made the stars. There’s somethin’ about you out of wack. Can you admit it didn’t work, your sex change operation? It just has you glow in an almost there.
I can’t count society’s ways. There’s too many of ‘em. I think it’s important to be gender. Don’t even catch up. I’ve watched them a million times, ‘cause it goes and knocks out one of them, it role change his whole society. I think it’s important to be gender related. I’m talking about Chris, with the power to say he’s a woman. Is that really true? Do we give people that right, just be the opposite sex? That negates society’s most structuring formula, right now. We haven’t gotten there yet, a gender equal society. We can’t force it with this change. You’re messin’ with the roles of man, the very terms of how we socially construct, and that goes deep.
You change that at the drop of a hat? Why would somebody be transphobic, who opposes it? Wouldn’t they just be normal in the field of today? Did you know that you’re askin’ a lot of people. You want them to accept your decision, based on what? These are role plays. Now it’s just if you say so. That’s the right being pushed.
Well that’s grand. It doesn’t do us any good. Okay if your vital and your mind are feminine, and your body’s not, I think we need to learn how to do that, come to that conclusion. Part of it’s inner work. But them we wouldn’t change your sex with plastic surgery. We’d allow you to express yourself as a woman, if that suited you, or at least feminine wears. We are still on the way to that. So many people just want the norm. Can you see the obstacles in your way? Can you see all this stuff?
I don’t think there are as many of you as sort out. A lot of you are just blind to the role maker, and you think you need to be reassigned. By that I mean nature works, in most cases. Now are we superstar? We can’t even get a poem across, and this is a long one. I can say anything you know. I don’t get called out— no readers.
How are things goin’? Things seem to be happening rather fast. It looks like social breakdown, but that’s been always happenin’. Oh we don’t own money. How many of us are record holders? How many of us are rocket holders? The rich own this planet, and we want them out of power. World is not a kind thing, and it’s beginning to self-destruct there are so many of us. We aggravate that. Now you can go right to the hammer and get under it, or you can lay out the change, one poem at a time, to keep this planet off roller coasters, to make sure we survive.
America especially but in the West, transgender has come to mean offend. It’s where we can see over-sensitive, in its full play. Why is that? People aren’t secure in their decisions. Well another poem underway. See that it gets to rocket science, will yah?
But I am provided in poems. Put it in the baby wash. It rules society. I’m talkin’ military hardware. We live with babies. The whole universe sticks in them we don’t see. The openness they are can start a revolution. They are so open it’s crazy in there. We just program them well. We don’t even know we’re doin’ it. This is ballpoint of society, and it is here we fuck up.
They’re strangers you see. They just lay there and fuss or pop a smile. They are closed to us. We have no idea what’s goin’ on in that baby’s consciousness. They’ve arrived from somewhere. Does this still glow in them? It’s got Heaven on it, which they slide down by degrees. They’re a soul state. They are empty room. They come from far away to land here.
They’re a Heaven’s breeze to our notion of self. We delight in them. It’s all over their face we have the power. Oh they’re tiny lords to our work schedule. They make us work. They are ever present in our garage. They are kingpins there. That’s the surprise. They bake in our dreams.
We don’t know what to do with them. They are a non-entity yet, but we love them to death. How do we handle baby? A conditioning arm. Everything we do effects them. They haven’t managed yet to filter out the world. It’s all new to them, and they rob you of your sleep. We handle them, and every touch matters. We are formin’ their identity. All their little quirks they’ll pick up from us. I don’t think science knows this yet: we cast their sexual identity in our arms. We determine it.
The action around those genitals will give the boy his love, the girl her romantic feelings. You don’t even have to touch it. They live in a soup of all this emotion, and they dance on the shores of the body your emotional fingers and hands. Your emotional awareness and hands, it could be you cannot see. You only know you’re washin’ and cleanin’ and things like that. Sometimes you kiss the life force there. It’s a magnet for your fingers, a draw, and the baby feels that pull, swims in it. You’ve determined their sexuality, I think the heaviest hand there.
Let’s swim in feelings you know. We swam usually when we’re three, and let’s pick the boy in the room. Can we call him daddy’s little lover? Their bond makes the fishes glow. It has heavy all over it. They abide awhile each other’s lover. This is way before memories are formed. Maybe it was your uncle. You don’t know. It gets squeezed sometimes, that little package you got, and his is so bright and shiny in the shower room. It’s a big muscle thing, daddy’s central hat. You’re not bein’ molested. You’re bein’ loved on, squarely and sweetly, and you love it there. It’s a special relationship, and a gay man comes out of it, like watch it glow. That man builds his life around it. We think he’s just gay. Do we open more doors?
Give that kid an orgasm and see. Oh my the baby bliss there. It can make Hitlers out of men and a mystic’s standin’ regard. Can you be a child molester? Depends on how you were molested. Was it sweet and nice, or did it throw you away? It was so beautiful my mom said, so amazingly sweet. No, sex did not enter the room. You see how blind we can be? There was sex all over that paper, but I love children a million dollars worth.
And I’ve shaped babies for yah in the frying pan, not enough to see it whole, just to know it’s goin’ on. All the variety of kids we produce, the adult they’ll be, I haven’t glowed on. Can you see this happening in society? The baby’s room, I live there, and I mean don’t we all?
And now I photograph, a photograph of ourselves on Thanksgiving Day. You really need this vision, and that’s where we change society, where that baby encounters the world. This is the cutting edge of difference. Don’t spank them don’t bleed them, don’t turn them on. Don’t even give them reason to cry, unless you can’t help them that way, and they’re in baby mood. If they see violence or hear an argument, their violence will ensue. We are rose with them when we call their name. Can everbody get this report? Baby’s Day Out, you have no idea. Baby’s Day Out, the real McCoy.
I’ve got my microphone. I’m puttin’ on my prejudices to give you infancy. It’s not all about homosexuality and gayness or look at that pedophile. It’s about somethin’ I can’t talk about. It’s got lands on it we don’t know about. I can only show you a picture that will help us along. You got that Fredrick? The baby wars, they’re a baby, and I call out war and disease that land at your backdoor, over the rainbow.
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