Who helps, asks Netanyahu

With the help of God,
this will happen faster
than you think…

Wadhesay-really?

Did I hear that right?
I can look,
and discover it is so, Netanyahu said,

“I say today: Do not let your spirits fall,
I will lead you in a daily battle against this
bad and dangerous left-wing government,
and bring it down.
And with the help of God,
this will happen faster than you think.”

From https://www.nytimes.com

Wage-slave, renter, debt-ower doer

of nothing now, but consumption
– I consume power
– I use power another might
– I listen to the news, I seldom read

I tried, I tried, said the tennis worker,
whose name caught my ear-
Stefanos Tsitsipas, sounds
like Sisyphus, my happy
reminder.

We push our way
to new places, or we may
pay our pointy gnosis snif ifery
attention to sign-if-icant curiosis
need, to know way to go. At tend to,
that, we all need that
one thing,
one needful thing, one thing
we do,
that none other may do, we
see one thing- this is me, my bit of us,
we bubble with joy when doing this,
doing this, and that,
another doing that,
and, indeed, we do as we
see one thing…
form
a point to life, poetry, the mythic force.
Eustacy, joy’s veritable power,

swells with a feeling now called pride.
Joy is not the pride that comes
before the fall.
Joy, heartfelt,
next-worldly joy, you know,
Joy bell bubbling soul joy,
sensational, subtle, so soft sometimes,

whispers wish wish wish
sweep away the first formed fear, now,

know the need to know
is not a treasure to be horded
omagod.. jagonnasayit jesu

save us, all the treasures, cried to the priest,
the host, cried out to Na’amah,
some tales tell,
is it true?

–maybe, but, it’s a retell of a retold tale,
–In this story, Na’amah is Noah’s wife,
— she who bhor alone the knacks of Cain

— live lyve liv e set free for future use
— gibberish, you wish, but future use

telley-osis-echo-ist ping ping ping

scrub jay emphasizes, earth time, listen

there are maybes that never are,
scrub jay saying, here am I, there are you,
this is what we do.

— then a breeze of if-I-knew asked me for a lift.

In the per-if-ery, I see me,
sitting pretty,
paid for being a survivor of all,
watcher, nada mas,
seeing the talent given clowns,
laughter
doing good in terms of what
is for free forced under pressure

to expand past all we once knew,
any we were in, in a dark kiva,
a theatre, the Ryman, empty,

the dome of Brucella, bruce-lla,
ja, ye olde mind wanders
Filippo Brunelleschi-
is tha dome yet a wonder,
to the we that builds
Dubai?

We, if only I and thee remain,
integrity integral integration
horizontal meme-dream-vision

ages pass, and some ideas
sit steady in the patient flow,

any useful line is crossed many times,

no flowing state
in senses common
true -inline online line upon line
to the nature of chaotic force,
no flowing state is in the same state
next time you crossover to examine

another life you deem worth living.

Such things exist as I had no concept,
do exist, then I learned such things exist
as
order lines
for aesthetic
cause or motive,

beauty as a feeling, we feel that,
in inner darkness, cooling shade,
full-dark, and yet we know
beauty as a feeling
growing
something that eats our plastic right,
right out of our brain, our mob mind,

thinks, yeah, right, I know when enough,
is enough,
no depem-dents gonna make me old,
and mad,

‘magine that, naked.

HelloPoetry.com is a dangerous place,
for a muse last used in the days
of Filippo Brunelleschi,
as his dome was formed, a single insight,

on a certain night AI may imagine
rearranging the heavens, so we see
what Filippo Brunelleschi realized,
with the math understood
by the stones in his dome.

Keystone Kops. Ping, pop, topple a bubble
of stone,
delight in the destruction, run on and burn
Notre Dame,
all the while praying in all tongues
for the peace of Jerusalem.


Plain spoken stranger strides one step,
crosses the line,
to let us know, we know where this leads,
we recall it all in pieces using mortality
to reintegrate the effect of that last
big hit, Younger Dry Asseventuality.

That always hurts. That idea is where the idea
of hell was formed with just is so,
for a reason…

there, that’s the way that seems right,
unto a man,
hit ’em back, harder,
Spartans in spirit, remember,
you made us up, the we you think

ceases to exist
if I die, ego, egone, we go again, see it

my way,
this is after that, ever before, when all any mind
now knows was learned as life became mind
in time, a thought, a little matter of opposite
attraction reciprocal balance of forces,
touch of divine knognotehknosis,
ping, wisdom to know when
to push the button.

Time and chance, step right up…
Answer – as in, swear to know,

take the step, cross the line, submit
to judgment,
did you say Mohammed disobeyed Jibral,
I did, do I die for that?
The story is told that Mohammed never read,
is that a secret or a miracle test of faith,
believing one thing, while knowing another, listen,
same angel, still, listen,
still small voice,
dark in here,
listen this story springs from there,
as the Nile from Abyssinian Snow,

the entire earth biome is involved
in the function
of life as we mortals may imagine

nudging, pin-ball wise,
bump,
to wake the woke to the joke the yoke
has always been, as the ring in a nose,
of a pig or a bull is one thing,
in the gnosis of Venus, another.

Let’s get together, yeah yeah yeh yeh
ag’in
but if we gonna play in Texas,
gotta have a fiddle in the band, by Alabams
Damnedgoodadvice,

propagandize, scandalize, sing and shout
revival

all, yall, outs, now in, legions in
corps, regiment, and so forth
down to four linked buddy minds,
sworn to do, or die, since kindergarten.

A very old Prussian idea.
Very orderly initial sorting system,

instituted authority is inseparable from war.

Who says?
Me, still small voice, I say no instituted authority
exists under god, in the pledge, certain
right holders took as granted, prior to

the act of accepting granted things being theft.

I brought my own candle.
Ought I pay you for your flame?
Do I owe you for your light?
Watch, I join you, we are more than twice as bright,
in terms of matter we hold common senses of,
Hubble Deep Field,
and Covid 19, e.g. free example, imagine that,
we, if only you and we, this we knows
what those two things are,
we do

and none who lived, prior
to our anthrpocene moment of increasing pure knowing,
straight stuff, no dilution,
big gulp- we
are the lethal condition, and our health is not in doubt,

lies that live unlearned, in states of stupidass assumption,
which, lemme say, my wiseass spies-de spy, so I despy,
cease attending too how crazy my
intion is mention otherwise, lightly, in some sitch
itch places
where some old hell raisers cum biker preacher, come
look me up.
We heard yyyyyo you was makiiing, old-time religion
lighten up on lynchin’ and common current culture cancelshit.

Plain spoken stranger, leaning on the wall,
that role-defining pose, depending on hat color,

I am not a robot.
How many times do you test what I see to see if your
phone upgrade matches my objection re cog
clog clog
clogs are now in fashion, we are safe, none of us was

ever burned alive in a time when clogs were world fashion,

and, what if those oo-biquitous watch caps, over the ears,
even in TJ, dude, what if those be

subliminal messages from the conscious clog fashion force
recurrence, never the same,
remember, no flow we take as a granted ride from now on
to next

too late to let the lizard back there laugh,
amygdalic jokes, lizards in SoCal love
instant jolts of old lies that leave scars,

pass that, pass all that, here’s the chute.

This is where the Janitor replys,
You never know where garbage goes,

until you prove to you, we all do know, no body does this,
alone.
Growing up is hard to do, not impossible,
We mortals, make some things harder than reason allows.

That is when mortals begin to see angels,
saying, read.
Time and again, read.
You wanna be a paperbackwriter, y’gotta read.
Proust, yeh, start there,
see how far you get from whatever hell you may imagine
feeding with the things you hate about
LIFE ON EARTH 2021 — Cohen singing Everybody knows.

With the help of God,
this will happen faster
than you think…

Did I hear that right?
I can look,
and discover it is so, Netanyahu said,

“I say today: Do not let your spirits fall,
I will lead you in a daily battle against this
bad and dangerous left-wing government,
and bring it down.
And with the help of God,
this will happen faster than you think.”

From https://www.nytimes.com