I see The Luminescence
out My West Window
shining up The Water
clearing into Sky
“Away The Thunder of Today”
knowing, telling
All Is Well
God Made That Peach
or Did That Peach
have The Know-how
To Make Itself?
–
Why Is There Something Rather Than Nothing?
If There Were Nothing
No One Would Know
& There Would Be No Question
–
Rudder’s, Yarmouth, NS
We are teetering on The Brink
of abandoning God
which We Must Not Do
for then We would Be
Abandoning Ourselves
–
THE HAWK DECK 8:25pm
Tonight I See
Oh — where did It go?
I See, I Write
an ink blot
White Ink
against a grey page
of Sky
–
8:39pm
Why on Earth is That Sun taking so Long?
It’s preparing to make a Rainbow
— a full arc with rainbow ripples
on The Inner Edge
*
I see a Cloudscape
beyond layers
of bamboo shrub
& scrub spruce
mountainous over The Blue Horizon
exalting
in My Nimbus
of Regeneration
“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
*
Joanna Gilman Hyde 