by T.M.
O pure radiant power cosmos!
I lie in bed awake December 30th 2008
awaiting the reaping of your golden great harvest
envisioning the world of pure peace politic
love land love man woman in blissful unity
Alive and awake speaking the language of the infinite
stone-dream consciousness
O great creator and creation!
How long have we waited? How long has it been
since we last touched hopes in this muddy bubbling
castle earth, kingdom of life and night and day
And waved a banner not for America not for Europe or Israel
or king of China or crazy excess manufacture profit and consume,
but for kingdom Earth and its myriad borrowed life forms
passing through time and space to eternity
pausing but briefly on this here piece of land and sky that I watch,
and which watches me, through my bedroom window
I know why we wait for the heralding of your golden dawn
We have run World none too well and must continue
until we complete our tasks and duties in respect of the cosmos
and creation I will no longer skirt my responsibilities
My first cosmic duty, I must clean my turtle’s tank
the water has grown old and filled with grime and feces,
though feeding the golden life form bacteria growing in its rocks
which in turn feeds the creature life plant I placed growing,
it has become overbearing for the turtle as she lies on a log
under the lamp I placed to keep her warm
Grimy, shit filled water
How like my thought you are!
I will empty you out like I empty my mind with this paper and pen
You are full of potential, overbearing and useless trapped behind your glass walls
like my mind is, or your mind too, behind our walls of America and money and fear
O how badly are we beginning to stink from all of our own useless and worthless shit?
Plastic giant screen tvs cars and trucks and jealousy
paranoia mad rage in blinding darkness plane tickets and air conditioners plastic bottles poison pesticide nuclear reactors mercury coal fire fear of sudden death apocalypse
and so forth
Can I shatter your hundred glass walls?
Like Allen Ginsberg or Jack Kerouac or the dread Tim Leary acid guru crazy bums before me
who left a million Americans dazed and confused
crawling on hands and knees on the floor to things incomprehensible
helpless and hopeless gasping for a familiar air
while the rest of the joneses upper-middle square America grew fat
and putrid from crazy excess behind glass walls, voted for Bush and died!
O life ! Forget your money forget your fear forget your America
forget your crazy misconceived ranting grimy shit brained filth waterO pure radiant power cosmos!
I lie in bed awake December 30th 2008
awaiting the reaping of your golden great harvest
envisioning the world of pure peace politic
love land love man woman in blissful unity
Alive and awake speaking the language of the infinite
stone-dream consciousness
O great creator and creation!
How long have we waited? How long has it been
since we last touched hopes in this muddy bubbling
castle earth, kingdom of life and night and day
And waved a banner not for America not for Europe or Israel
or king of China or crazy excess manufacture profit and consume,
but for kingdom Earth and its myriad borrowed life forms
passing through time and space to eternity
pausing but briefly on this here piece of land and sky that I watch,
and which watches me, through my bedroom window
I know why we wait for the heralding of your golden dawn
We have run World none too well and must continue
until we complete our tasks and duties in respect of the cosmos
and creation I will no longer skirt my responsibilities
My first cosmic duty, I must clean my turtle’s tank
the water has grown old and filled with grime and feces,
though feeding the golden life form bacteria growing in its rocks
which in turn feeds the creature life plant I placed growing,
it has become overbearing for the turtle as she lies on a log
under the lamp I placed to keep her warm
Grimy, shit filled water
How like my thought you are!
I will empty you out like I empty my mind with this paper and pen
You are full of potential, overbearing and useless trapped behind your glass walls
like my mind is, or your mind too, behind our walls of America and money and fear
O how badly are we beginning to stink from all of our own useless and worthless shit?
Plastic giant screen tvs cars and trucks and jealousy
paranoia mad rage in blinding darkness plane tickets and air conditioners plastic bottles poison pesticide nuclear reactors mercury coal fire fear of sudden death apocalypse
and so forth
Can I shatter your hundred glass walls?
Like Allen Ginsberg or Jack Kerouac or the dread Tim Leary acid guru crazy bums before me
who left a million Americans dazed and confused
crawling on hands and knees on the floor to things incomprehensible
helpless and hopeless gasping for a familiar air
while the rest of the joneses upper-middle square America grew fat
and putrid from crazy excess behind glass walls, voted for Bush and died!
O life ! Forget your money forget your fear forget your America
I am done with it! all of it throw it all down the drain! gone!
to public services
and Pennsylvania’s rivers
to you hearer and drinker of poetry
O life calm yourself down
We are free
alive and awake in the yard
of the infinite consciousness together with the cosmos
love woman man land unity radiating and growing
into golden great oak tree mental construct of life
and pear bearing bliss
and fields of amber grain endless in sight and mind
no more paranoid pesticide thought
no more profit-mad petroleum fertilizing
into world poverty and oil war
no more Monsanto lost GMO identity
none but ourselves and creation
in connection with cosmos
free naked thought your harvest is near
O World lift up your long face!
lift up your battered bandaged and beautiful head!
O World take a look around you
the World is yours!
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