Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: prayer

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE THIS WORLD?

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:45pm

We’re Not Sick

We’re misguided, falsely & uselessly labelled

We’ve come as far as We can go

in Today’s Society

We’ve got to go back —

resurrect ancient systems, global, financial, medical, social

which are proven to work in Their Times

Globalize Our History

We cannot rely on Aliens

to Show Us The Future

There Is NO Future —

There Is Only Now

Our Greatest Wealth

is what Makes Us:

Our Humanity

We cannot even rely on God —

God is ambiguous

It Is Our Person-hood — Our Innate Intelligence

Our Individuality

We Know Best

We zzzzzzzzzmust rely

on uzzzzzzzz

to

  SAVE US NOW

before ITZZZZZZZZZ toooooooooo LLLLLLLLATE

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The Hawk Kitchen 10:38am

A single splash of spray

out My Kitchen Window

evokes a silent prayer

that I may find relief

in The Changing of Hands

of My Mother’s Island Property —

a property I could never see

as My Own —

even if Peak or Eliza

had It — It would still be

My Mother’s

THE HAWK FAMILY ROOM 2:22pm

I once stood before a window screened

with hardware cloth

in an institution

of not My Choosing

from an upper storey

I stood there as if

before a microphone

I called out

to imaginary Children below

to save Them from the water’s edge

to save The Gulls from extinction

“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

*

SENSE

The Hawk Deck 11:35am

If I hear The Waves

Really Hear

They say, “It’s OK

It’s OK”

If I see The Ocean

Really See

It shows Me

Its Serenity

If I feel The Day

Really Feel

It tells Me

You Are Here

Really Here

& You Love It

AWAKE!

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:09pm

I don’t need a man

to elevate My Scripture —

It’s High Enough Already!

I don’t need a man to walk

beside Me, or behind Me with a placard

My Voice Is My Placard

I don’t need a man to go with Me

to conferences and speeches —

I’ll take My Girlfriends

I don’t need a little man

I have My Husband

& He is Big Enough, Big Time

My Love Will Fuel My Message

IN UTERO

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:24pm

This is No Nova Scotia

This is No Second Beer

on The Tomato-coloured Couch

before the steaks go under the broiler

This is having a distraught Husband

say nothing

because what is there to say?

He is not The Man

to Elevate My Scripture

He is not The Man

to follow along with a placard

He is not The Man

to film Me for a Youtube Channel

to travel with Me to My Speeches

He is not That Little Man

I claim to have loved

for twenty years or more

— He was the doctor who took care of Peak

in utero

— He is The Man I uttered four words to

and My World was born

ANNIVERSARY

The Hawk Kitchen 9:05am

I’m cashing in on 9/11

checking My 1,630 Views

on Self Organizing Galaxy

@ 9:11am

This Cloudless Tall Tuesday

OBSERVATION

The Hawk Deck 1:38 pm

All That I Have Lived For

Adds Up To This Moment

I Have Lost Nothing

The Clouds Progress From West To East

I Am In My Hour —

My Hour Of Refinement

THE HAWK DECK WAVES 4:50

The Waves have died down now

cats are quarrelling

I am ready to Annunciate My Self

to become, to say

I am whatever You want

Me to be —

I can fill any role

but know that within My Role

& Yours

I am true

I am true to My Self

I am true to The World

& We will go farther

than far

together