Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: God

THE TIME OF LINKAGE

The Hawk Family Room 9:11am

I am seeing ahead of My Self

to The Time Of Linkage

between The Black Crow

hanging in My Living Room

to “Good Morning, World!”

floating on My TV Screen

veiled over by The Shroud

of My World Trade Center Roof Top Painting

titled Self Organizing Galaxy

POSITION

I Am The Silver Christ

Grey if You like
in This Time of Black & White
I represent The Reconciliation
of Opposites

I can Speak
if You Dare To Listen
I can Point
if You Dare To Open
Your Eyes
though I will not blind You
with My Brilliance –
I will fortify You
with Your Own

What Could We Accomplish
Out There
in Our Brave Wide World –
would You allow Me
to become a Child again –
with The Child’s brazen curiosity?

Could You, Would You
dress Me in Silver –
Dazzling Grey –
or shall I stay
in My Thick Grey Robe?

I’m sitting on My neutral sofa
with The Atlantic Ocean & Open Sky
both Grey Today
along My Right
& You, All of You –
to My Left

Joanna Hyde
New Year’s Day 2012   The Hawk

DISMISSAL

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:25pm

I have done battle with God

all My Life

literally & figuratively

I have been caught

& unleashed

I have leashed, caught

& commanded

dismissed

& been dismissed

but Today

I am victorious

in Today’s Dismissal

I have regained

My True Self:

that which is

in God

& that in-which

God is

SUPERNOVA

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:45pm

I AM NOT AN ARTIST

WRITING IN FEROCITY

I AM SICK OF WAITING

ON THIS CUSP OF CHAOS

I AM ONE HUMAN BEING

CAUGHT

IN THE NET OF SELECTIVE

MIND WORKS

CONVEYED AS ART/POETRY

BUT THAT IS NOT

WHO I AM

I AM PUSHING OUT

THE MADE-UP PERSONAE

OF BLACK JESUS, SILVER CHRIST, THE ANTI-CHRIST

I AM DENYING GOD

HAVING A HOLD ON ME

I was just an innocent girl

when The Shower of Lights

befell Me

I thought They were from God

Well, I have news

BIG NEWS —

THEY WERE FROM MY MIND

MY MIND CREATED THEM —

I CREATED THE NOTION OF GOD

IN MY MIND

MY MIND IS GREATER THAN GOD

God is a pee wee

 

“GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” read aloud

 

“Good Morning, World!”

and to the rest of you
that are still asleep –
This Is Your Mother
Speaking:

It’s Time To Go To School
and I mean
REAL SCHOOL –

It’s Time To Go
BACK to Your
Kitchens, Women, &
cook for Your
decreasing Families,

It’s Time, Children, To Get On
The Bus of Human Intelligence
for Our Fight:

The Fight of Our Lives

as Human Beings on
This Planet –
for That is
All We Are — We
are Human &
We are God –

& We Cannot Continue
as We have been
for however many
thousands or millions of
years.

This is Your MOTHER
SPEAKING — CRYING
For You, My Children,
to Stop Killing
Yourselves
through Your Own
desperation, &
stupidity –

I Love You All
Dearly
& without You I
would
Die!”

“WAKE UP WORLD &
smell The Coffee –
drink that Tim Horton’s
& Think of Me.

Watch This Television
until You are Blue
in The Face,
which is MY
FACE  –

You have desecrated
Me with
Your naivety, Your
revulsion & Mine,
for You & Me &
Now –
I can no longer look
My Self in The Face
& Smile

Because of YOU

(red star, red star)

October 1st, 2010 THE HAWK

continued from Diary:

I AM THE RED STAR –

I AM THE ALERT BUTTON
on Your Car
remote

Listen to Me — You are
All I Have Left
here,

& here is the Only Place
We know of

which sustains us, somewhat,

& which sustains Me,

Your Guiding Star

Your Furious Mother –

and Who was My Furious

Mother, You may ask?

She is Dead Now & Somewhere

out There, Haunting Me

as I am aiming now to

Haunt You,

& Haunt You I Will,

Until You Turn Around,

with The Earth,

with The Light of Our

Yellow Star –

Soon To Turn Red.

I am speaking to You from

This Black Box, This Hole

But I Can See You,

like The Romper Room Lady –

I am Magic, if You

believe in Magic

– and I feel You must

believe in Something –

There is The Divine, for

I have felt Its Wrath –

There is God, for I have

been beaten down by Him,

now, into this heaving mass

of Human Organism

which rises up before You,

to Speak to You

from The Device I Loathe:

The Device of Corruption, Greed,

Sloth, & Desire.

Yes, I Desire You,

I Desire That You Wake Up

to Hear Me, That You

Wake Up to Feel Me, For

What Am I To You But

All That Is Left of

possible salvation?

I am Your Mother & My

Mother before Me, & Her Mother,

& My Father’s Mother & Her

Mother — I AM ALL MOTHERS

I Speak For The Salvation

of The Children of God

WHO MUST NOW, FINALLY,

GROW UP

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KNOW THYSELF

The Hawk Living Room 3:17pm

My Seething Insides

can be delved into

examined under glass

for the purpose

of Human Kind

I am One Example

of The Seven or more

Billion Specimens

here for the purpose

of knowing

Themselves

as They would know

God

IF YOU COULD SEE ME NOW

The Hawk Deck 9:04am

Jimbo — the only thing that saved You

from Me

was Your homely visage —

the only thing that saved Me from You

was Your saying “Sleep

is going to be an issue

for the rest of Your life”

Well Here I Am

out on My Deck

in The Sun

with A Giant Quartz Crystal Ring

on My Right Middle Finger

sparkling across This Page

as I write with A Silver & Ebony Pen

from Birk’s

I AM GOD

ENCOUNTER WITH SELF

The Hawk Deck 12:30pm

I am out of the literal

& metaphoric bed

of My First 52 Years

I have been shedding My 145 pounds

& am down to a proper 136

with two cups of tea

& half a banana left by Eliza

I have suffered a 24-hour fatigue

& wondered if I was not eating enough —

So What Will Become of My

Shredded Manuscript?

(need I remind You, My Audience,

that 2 copies may, with the Luck of God,

still exist)

& if  They do not?

I must accept Their Loss

& shed Them as well

THE LAST PAGE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm

My Fame Will Be

This World’s

Freedom

When I Am Found Out

Inside & Out

We Will No Longer

Believe

In Schizophrenia

Bi-polar

& Other Multitudinous

“Psychiatric Illnesses”

Silver Will Sky-rocket

Gold Will

Linger In Its

Old-fashioned Luster

Man & Woman Will Live Together

Unrivalled

THE UNIVERSE CAN’T WAIT

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:55am

I am here to demonstrate

The Massive Capacity

of Our Human Intellect

born out of turmoil & strife

histories of flood & famine

long lines of creativity & invention

religious conflict

Out of All This Rises

A New Awareness

of

The Sacred Self

The Emergence

of

Our

New

World

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