Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: humanity

TO MY FAITHFUL FOLLOWERS:

Tonight Marks The Thirtieth Anniversary

of The Signing of

Self Organizing Galaxy

Thank You For Watching

My Canvas Has Not Arrived Yet

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:06pm

Out of the murky darkness

of a stupid little hospiral (typo I will keep) room

almost 22 years ago

I saw what I am inspired

to paint now —

God’s Joke

in brown, gold & pink —

should I stick to the original

or should I go for The Update

or could I use

BOTH PALETTES?

MY ONE OFF

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:28pm

The Meaning Of Life

opened out before

My Eyes

from a pod of brown

cracked with gold

revealing something pink —

God’s Magnificent Joke?

Oh! It’s The Reason

For Schizophrenia

Now I Will Paint It

 BLACK

FUCHSIA

&

SILVER!!!!

FORK, KNIFE, NAPKIN

The Hawk Dining Room 6:22pm

I Am Setting The Table

for 2

coming out of disaster

to abide Together

after the flack & flap

subside —

I Am Setting The Table

for The Feast Of Love

& no one is invited —

or is The World?

MY WORLD

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:45pm

My World’s Mind

is Seven Billion Strong

and with all that came before

and all that are still to come

My World’s Body

has Infinite Might

EXISTENCE 2

The Hawk Deck 10:50am

Since March 31, 1993

I have been in a perpetual state

of Illumination

broken only by the depression

yet even then I retained the memory

of The Shower Of Silver Lights

which follow Me religiously

as I follow Them

to where I am Today

sitting in My Red Deck Chair

in the calm of early Autumn

under The Halo

of Our Existence

shining through a murky sky

HERE I GO!

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:11pm

I wanna start A Cult —

not the kind where the leader

drives 14 Rolls Royces

or where the leader talks

500 people into drinking poisoned Kool-aid

I wanna be the kind of leader

I already am —

54 years in the making —

a slice of human growth

out of two wedges

of eternity —

Mine is The Cult

of Clear Thinking

’cause I will never say

there is no such thing

as Divinity

My Cult is not a clubhouse

My Cult lives for Humanity

as God, merely God

as I understand no separation

Move Over Allah & Christ —

a woman named Joanna Gilman Hyde

is on the scene

to speak Her Mind

Her Human Mind

which speaks for God —

Is Anyone Listening?

October 22, 1993

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:25pm

To Dr David Hamilton Wilson

over the telephone from My Hospital Room

by His prescription:

“I have so many thoughts coming in —

even one for a new religion

based on The Joanna Hyde School of Thought:

Believe In Your Self FIRST

THEN Believe In God”

“Some People will accept

Your Ideas

Some People Won’t”

 

God Says…

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:46pm

“I Have A Very Simple Message —

It Should Not Be Hard To Grasp:

Man Is God

Is All I’ve Said

&

I

Am

Woman”

VOICE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm

Mine Is The Voice

Of The World

Calling Out

To Unmake Our Impoverished

Image Of Ourselves

Mine Is The Voice

Sounding Out

To Uphold Our Worthy Stature

To Uphold Our Strength Of Unity

As Human Beings

Emerging Like Microbes

Across Our Salinated Planet

Which Now Recognizes

My Authoritative Tone

As The Overseer

Whose Vision

Is As Clear

As Her Voice