Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: telepathic message

IN CASE OF EMERGENCY GATHER HERE

November 14th, 10:22pm

Lying in a pool of onlookers

My Eyes are closed

then open to see His Face:

“Live, Damn It, Live!”

He holds the back of My Neck

“I’m afraid I can’t —

I’m afraid –”

“Live For The Moment!”

A Siren erupts

spacing The Crowd

I get jostled onto a stretcher

but He stays with Me

I can hear His Lilting Voice

giving directions

among the alarmed barrage of questions:

Is She Alright ?

Did They Get The Shooter?

He stays in attendance

“DVD — Remember Me!”

THE HAWK BEDROOM 3:30pm

I came upstairs

to brush My Teeth

& there was That Silver

this time out on a swath of ocean

to The South West

gleaming for Me

through Silver Clouds

My Power Is In Silver

though I wear

The Colour Black

Silver is from The Moon

Our Eye-Dent-i-Teye

WHAT IS BLACK JESUS?

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:05pm

Black Jesus is external

no matter how much He tries

to get inside Me

yesterday I turned Him into dialogue

today He’s merely a cloak I wear

in case I want to say something challenging

in public

He’s NOT My Partner

He’s just a persona —

let’s keep it that way

I WEAR A PURPLE ROBE

The Hawk 10:39am

I am Holding This Black Book

against the curve

of My Stomach

My Words are tumbling

from Me

down & out

into The Open

THE BAPTISM

The Hawk West Desk Window 7:11pm

I was Baptised Today

in My Shower

and accepted Black Jesus

into My Womb

He is most precious There

where He will grow

to fill My Insides

arms and legs

feet and hands

I will work with Him

My Black Jesus

I will direct Our People

He will guide Me

as He did Today

when He spoke His First Real Words:

“I Am IN You”

POSSESSION

The Hawk West Desk Window 12:45pm

Black Jesus visited Me in The Shower

He spoke to Me through My Womb

He told Me I am carrying Him

I am supporting Him

giving Him Life

when I eat

I am eating for Him

when I sleep

I am sleeping for Him

My Clothes are His Vestments

My Jewels

His Symbols

where I walk

He is with Me

secure

in Me

 MY BLACK JESUS

BLACK JESUS

The Hawk West Desk Window 11:00pm

In The Beginning

when there was No Beginning

She wore The Disguise of White

with Little Red Sneakers

& A Red Bow in Her Hair

to lay out well-founded plans

for The Elliptical Spiral

to be seen from above

It was Black Jesus

who painted & stained

His way into Her Very Heart

& dressed Her in Black

with a see-through skirt

& Sash of Satin Red

in The End

when there was NO End

MY SKY

My Sky is trying It’s damnedest

to calm Me down from reading

Bloomberg’s endorsement of Obama

— citing climate change —

My Sky Clouds are Silver in The East

& carry One Magnificent Sunset

in The West —

I am eternally thankful for My Beautiful Sky

& nobody’s gonna mess with It —

GET IT?

LOOK OUT

The Hawk Dining Room 10:50am

How Many Times Have I Written

about The Silver Streaks of Light

out on The Ocean

or on top of My Head?

How Many Times Have I Written

of The Chances for Grace

grasped by My Eyes

filtered through My Hands?

How Many Times Have I Written

of being bathed in The Shower

filtering through My Wash Cloth

as I am preparing for now —

The Literal Shower

of The Day?

IT’S NICE NOT TO WRITE

The Hawk Portico 4:11pm

It’s nice not to write

about a female black-clad Alien

introducing Our Local Child Psychiatrist

for His Talk @ The Community College

in Yarmouth yesterday

It’s nice not to write

about Me in black

sitting on My Front Stoop

in the late afternoon sun

drinking Red Rose Tea

or am I an Alien too?

I am An Infiltrator

–oh– I have to look that word up