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Or Click The Book ov Lev It A Kiss
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Both get you a full PDF of the prophetic c. 1971 hand lettered book,
The Book ov Lev It A Kiss.
The story of me and the prophet Muhammad Ali (Ali was a prophet) begins below my Lev "Wanted" poster.
I was born in 1941; Muhammad Ali in 1942.
Ali was 22 years old when, as
Cassius Marcellus Clay he knocked out Sonny Liston.
Clay was the youngest champion boxer in world history.
I saw the fight at the Century Theater, in Buffalo, New York.
The ticket cost five bucks.
I arrived late and the few seats left were in the balcony.
The crowd was for Liston.
I seemed the only person there for Clay.
When I announced I was betting on Cassius everyone,
all the fans in the balcony wanted to bet me
Liston was going to knock out Clay in three.
I was for Muhammad Ali from the begining,
through thick and thin.
I applauded when Cassius Clay proclaimed his name was
In 1980 I was going to his training camp in Pennsylvania
to challenge Muhammad to
go with me to Teheran instead of fighting Holmes,
meet with Ayatollah Khomeini
and bring our 53 American hostages home.
I had long hair and a beard and was bringing along
copies of my Television Scripture,
The Book ov Lev It A Kiss,
with every line a delicate rhyme
that like old blind Homer
I can recite from cover-to-cover
and I was going to give
The Book ov Lev It A Kiss
to Muhammad Ali
reciting from The Book ov Lev ringing bells
with my mull tie ling well lyric sense.
I believe Muhammad Ali would have loved
The Book ov Lev It A Kiss
and proclaimed his own copy on sight of it.
Ali was a poet.
He loved lyrics and often spoke
interspersing his wraps with lyric and rhyme.
To show I was a prophet of God
As was Muhammad Ali also a man of
The LAN Lord uh pin Heaven
I was going to speak
the opening line I had for the Ayatollah
and more, in Farsi
for Muhammad Ali to judge
I did have Holy words for the Ayatollah.
So we could go to Teheran and bring our hostages home.
My proposed challenge
delivered to Muhammad Ali
surely bested Muhammad Ali boxing past his prime.
Especially in a match with his
most jealous of sparring partners, Larry Holmes:
"All we ask is return of our own.
The Shah is with Allah."
Ayatollah Khomeini would have interrupted,
"The Shah is in hell."
"Give me and Ali the hostages.
America will elect me president
Muhammad Ali Vice President.
I am president 1980,
World Peace begins 1982.
After World Peace comes
Big AL Allah
is going to make His Resurrection.
After Allah brings the Resurrection
all the children of the Iranian people
who were murdered by
Reza Shah Pahlavi's secret police
shall be returned to their families
here on the earth,
and Shah Pahlavi shall be returned
to the Iranian people."
So they could string the Shah up
and stone him to death
while the Ayatollah sat watching.
That is what I planned on
telling Ayatollah Ruhallah Khomeini.
That was my overall intent.
Challenge my brother
to go with me my body guard
meet Ayatollah Khomeini
talk to hymn
and we bring the hostages home.
The night before my trip to
Muhammad Ali's Pennsylvania training camp
I went up to the roof of our apartment
to smoke a cigarette.
I always smoked in the house
yet this night I decided
to fire up a Lucky Strike on the roof.
It had been softly raining for a few hours
and the drizzle finally stopped.
The next day I was going to Pennsylvania
to challenge my man Muhammad Ali.
Our apartment was at 978 Amherst St.
right off the corner of Delaware Avenue
next to Dave Duncan's Sunoco station.
In winter we parked at Duncan's,
in the summer across Amherst St.
at Max Pedan's Mobile.
We lived on the 3rd floor
a floor above the Sunoco roof.
gave us a full view of
the busy Amherst St. and Delaware Ave. corner.
I stood on our roof,
enjoying my unfiltered Lucky Strike
and saw a beat-up pick up truck
speeding down Delaware
then turning hard onto Amherst Street.
But the truck was going too fast
to make the turn.
Maybe they pulled onto Max Peden's Mobile
which was closed for the night.
I ambled across the roof.
The beat up pick up was parked
by my mother's Chevrolet Caprice convertible.
One was under the side of our car,
the other at the back.
I hollered out,
"What are you doing by that car!"
They jumped in their pickup truck,
pulled onto Delaware Ave.
and sped off heading south.
The next morning I woke,
fixed a cup of instant coffee
and went downstairs to gas up the car.
I wondered, what did they do?
They were parked by our car ten seconds.
1980 was years before The Pelican Brief.
I got into the car.
All of Max Pedan's pumps were available.
I put the key in the ignition
and fired up the car.
I went to gas up at one of the pumps
but in as much time as it took
to back the car from our spot and turn around
all of Max Pedan's gas pump islands
had a couple, three cars lined up for fuel on each side.
I decided to gas up at Duncan's Sunoco.
I went to drive the car off the Mobile station
onto Amherst Street.
Max Peden's broken cement ramp had a pot hole issue.
Our new muffler, three days old
broke loose and began to scrape Amherst Street after a loud thunk.
So to keep from damaging our new muffler
I slowly inched the car across Amherst Street
onto Duncan's Sunoco.
Just then Dave Jr. was directing a car
out of the bay next to the office.
I shouted, "Dave we just renewed our muffler system here
and the muffler is broken already.
Dave said, "I put that muffler on myself.
Pull it in the bay."
Dave Jr. guided the car into the bay.
I disembarked and Dave lifted the car.
We inspected the O ring together.
The O ring had been cut with a razor
almost all the way through.
Before Dave went to get a fresh O ring
suddenly there were these two dudes
looking at our muffler system.
One of them said something to Dave about the O ring.
I did not catch what he said.
Dave went to grab another O ring.
Without a glance, the two walked outside.
I waited, then followed.
They were jumping into a pickup truck
the same beat up truck from the night before.
They pulled onto Delaware, again heading south.
I pulled the car out and up to the pump by the office door.
Then I changed my mind.
I told Dave I decided not to go see Muhhammad Ali.
I pulled onto Amherst Street and parked.
I went upstairs and told my mother I changed my mind.
I did not tell my mother why.
In the days that followed I noticed
that after a fill up
our Chevy was drinking gas like water.
Then I filled the tank
and looked underneath to see a puddle of gas.
I went up to the University.
A student I knew said I should come over to his house.
He had some professional goop to fix the leaking tank.
We jacked up the car and he crawled underneath.
Then the student said,
"Lev, crawl under here and check this out."
He thought the tank had rusted.
But instead of rust
there was a clean hole punched in the tank on the seam.
The idea was I gas up the car,
then get my mother Mary
to go with me to meet Muhammad Ali.
The tank would have been completely soaked,
the muffler and pipes would have broken loose from the O ring
after running over a drivable mini-pot hole in the road
the muffler would hit the pavement
sparks would fly helter skelter
and our Chevy convertible would have been blown to smithereens,
My mother Mary and her son killed in a freak accident,
the first attempt by Hoover's minions to take my life;
not by any stretch the last.
That set my public world peace quest back years
to show America I had words for all mankind
to perform on world-wide television tell my vision.
Had I gone to challenge Muhammad Ali,
he would have taken me up on my
free the hostages plan
we'd have brought the hostages home
and been elected president and vice-president.
I would have delivered world peace and together
me and my spiritual brother Muhammad Ali
would have kept the peace
from 1980 until today, taking turns as president and vice!
The reason Hoover minions attempted to murder my mother and me.
Instead Ali fought Holmes; took the beating of his life
and that was the fight that brought Ali
Parkinson's disease and silence.
I could have been early.
Due Tur On Oh Me
is the pox
on yer lips
The Book ov Lev
It A Kiss
live performed out loud.
The left column begins
with the c. 1971 description of
the arctic ice caps melting:
Bruth er you aint / God ath leetz feat
You roas tin pole / Er ice caps gun er
Mel din you gunnuh / gedda steam bath."
on the same page nineteen,
see the description of the
North Korean despot Kim Jung-un,
before he was born; copyright 1971.
The Book ov Lev It A Kiss
out loud treb-held
is not the apocalypse,
a pox on yer lips,
all the worlds' peoples,
sides splitting in laughter
all the worlds' toes
together go wing rah ha rah
The Living Torah
given live whirled wide
The Television Scripture
The Book ov Lev
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Your down load of
The Television Scripture.
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health care vision
newspaper editors, reporters,
talking heads there,
every quest yin answered.
Viewers and listeners can judge
is their sled to better fare,
2nd opinions always available, to be sure.
While we are there
viewers and listeners together
his whale of a tale
over the air
setting his cosmic stage
to deliver world peace and
food chain harmony
for all the worlds' peoples at once
Lev tells vision
art from the heart
whirled-wide plan for world peace
every buddy Getz a slice
in spite of J. Edgarina's
Fed burr of Eye corral
"our happy Lev"
part of our
A few years back there was an article
Bloomberg Business Week
about Rolls Royce in England
developing Lev clipper ship idea
With rotational masts to catch every gust.
Rolls doesn't have solar voltaic sails.
I have been preaching this idea we build
Hybrid clipper ships
wherever there is water and people need work
since my first presidential
write-in campaign in 1980
I talked up my clipper ship idea in New Hampshire
primary on NHPTV in 1988
Also in numerous 1500 character comments in
The New York Slimes during 2012 election.
Mark today the day
proclaimed your spirit's independence.
The thin skin
Russian money laundromat
Don el Dough Trump must be dumped!
D. Chief Liar Thief evicted from our fief.
I have raised the issue of my Television Scripture
my to be "spoken poem for all man kind"
lettered in double columns
to perform live whirled wide on worldwide television,
the seam in the tap-a-stream
World Peace and food chain harmony;
The first peaceful night in five thousand years of recorded
history on good ship Mother Earth.
All the world's peoples doing the same thing at the same time
Wa ching the Big TV Show
Due Tur(n) On Oh Me!
Renew our democracy.