We are aroused by the beauty
of life
we are made
by
soul.
We are capable
of ecstasy
by coming together
connecting
trains tumbling through
to land into
the Love tunnel
bringing
messages of love
Jimi’s guitar ringing
in our ears hedonically
We Gotta Live Together.
But the world’s been going through Them Changes
The Power of Soul
is replaced by
Machine Gun
Who Knows?

We must not take away life
we must make life
by putting our life
our love
our seed
into the world.

We must not wear suits;
nudity
is beautiful
the form must be bared
proper.

We must not trample
flowers
we shall gather all each other’s power
sharing, caring, bearing our soul
to amass into one loving whole
we must never take anything or nothing for ourself.
Therefore, we must not wear boots

We must not uproot trees
our foot
must tromp the crust of the earth
and receive the inner pulsation of the sphere,
and always hear the rumbling,
the boiling
essence.
That is power
free from selfishness
free from greed
it is all we need.

We must not construct towers,
for they are nothing more than rubble
that masquerades and babbles
until reduced.

We must seeds in the earth
to sprout
the Green Party of life,
which will congeal wet
and let
loose
the brimming sensual perfumes
and the Odorless Oxygen overflows!
to be appreciated
and to be sucked
into
our nostrils;
carbon is forever,
lingering even when we are fossils
never quite reaching nothingness
as it exponentially decays.
Therefore diamonds are a lie.

Sucked into our nostrils,
sent
throughout
our stream of Glory
Where does an Indian live?
ATP. Peacefully.

Sucked into our nostrils,
sent into us
sent out to the world
to be sucked into other nostrils
By nature,
we share
we are symbiotic
we participate in mutualistic relationships with each other.
Therefore hate and greed are unnatural.

We must not fell trees,
we shall wait until they topple of their own accord
and then let it compose Symphonies of Dirt
measures for every inchworm
and melodies that earthworms can dance to.
We shall take only what we need for paper,
and we will write
we will draw
we will record thriving histories
and create
art (alive as each us all).

Shall we now sprout a beautiful garden?
Mankind, the choice is up to you, so if you are to choose
do so
before the jungle recedes
like a sputtering old man’s hairline
into bald
empty
nests
of displacement.

We Must Act!
and come together
learn to love
each other
learn to love
harmony
learn to live
with each other
and within each other
learn to give
each
person
your peace.

Your piece.
of the pie
of the sky
that watches over
and unites
us all (until smog eclipses)

We shall walk
through
the garden
touched
by the beauty
touched
by the life around
the life surrounding
the life abounding
touched
by
each other.

We shall not strut,
we shall roll
on
our
toes knees shoulder head
into each other
nude
natural
lust
just
for a loving
connection.

We are sexual beings!
We are a piece of pie!
Absolute love. Manifest it.

We are soul
manifested as a
physical
body
of existence.

We are soul
we are to love
and be rewarded
with orgasm
and life.

We are soul
now situated
in a garden.

There are snakes
Hear:
hisses of whores
sweet sensual slithers
rattles of ignorance

There is no one to banish us
but ourselves
when we submit to avarice
and become the Hissing Whores
who strike
and dehumanize that
the garden is covered by
civilization and capitalization
and it falls to a ruin.

We are not excommunicated,
but lost
and we can’t find our way
back down…