A poem by Donny Lee Duke
Goin’ through the tunnel of a poem, I sit here and write to you. I puppy every morning. That’s a little boy I get off to school or get ready for the day. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed no, he’s a bear. He’s difficult to deal with in the morning times. I just do my job. Stand around and baby me! Hold that thought while I iron your uniform. J.A.R.V.I.S., mach 4! And on goes the uniform. It’s a rush to get him off to school. And there we go. I really like my job. I don’t get annoyed too easily. I’m giving the world its fresh morning start. I’m giving God his clothes for the day. That boy gets my full attention. He’s my special project. What does he think about it? You’d have to see it believe it: he just wants to be with me all the time. What do I give him that other people don’t? I give him the bell role, and he sure makes use of that bell. I am so delighted to be in his presence. I cherish him a devoted man, hang on his every word, well almost, and just shower him with attention. We’re not always there. So much time we spend alone doing our own thing in close proximity. Even now he’s on the computer a few feet away. Why do I give him this attention? I can’t give you a label that fits. Nothing I can call myself works. Pederast, pedophile, boy lover, I think you’d think of sex. You don’t understand. I love him in that special way you love boys when they embody to you your other half. Let me explain. I think we all desire union with a person to fulfill ourselves. It’s not always the opposite sex. I think you’ve accepted gay and lesbian unions, although some people still have problems with the sex. Well here we are with a boy representing my opposite half to me. Okay put God there you tell me offended by the relationship, and that’s what I have done. The boy’s not God for me. God’s lookin’ at me through that boy. Now imagine if you really saw this. I’m not there to harm him, am I? Granted, it’s not easy to sacrifice sex and the romantic squeeze. You do it because you have to. You love that boy. You love humanity, and God you love, and you don’t forget you love yourself. Now tell me love can’t do it. It is stronger than your hate, what I’ve had to overcome to sacrifice sex, your hatred. You’re the biggest obstacle a pedophile faces in making it right with children. You can’t even see this. Sitting in your buffered self, you can’t see your hate reach the world. Consciousness is to you a byproduct of brain, and the hidden consciousness we all share, you just deny. A bubble’s worth, it means no more. Are you following me? Now what do we do with pedophiles? Now tell me love isn’t strong enough to get them to love kids right. You are so mistaken with your animal impulses. You give hate the day. A pedophile has a purpose if he could be made right. Let’s grasp a little boy by the horns. He needs a lot of focused attention, and no not every pedophile would have one, and I don’t know how many little boys need a pederast at their side. Soul manages things, and we’ve got so much to learn to let it do that. I’ve made a beginning to give you this example, the making of a poet. Will you hear me? Anyway here we go. Let's book ends meet. He's in patterned straights. He has the divine attention. I just look after him. The divine attention melts into that he is a poet. I keep him open to that line. That's my job with him. The logic of a poem, it’s clear on certain things. Let’s play with boy love, shall we? Every boy has potential to be something worthwhile in this world, I mean in human stakes, raise our integer. I’m sorry girls too, but that’s not my discussion today. You think I’m talking fame. I’m talking make us a better people, and many are unknown who do that. Now where do we bring the boys along, the ones who have that mark of adding meaning to our lives? Why not a pedophile brings them, not barring other people can? I don’t think you know the meaning of pederasty as an ideal mentoring us along one boy at a time. You imagine only sex. And where do we take this vehicle from, in its proper form, what brings humanity closer to itself? Have you ever heard of human unity? No believe me you have not. Every area of human life has to charge itself to human unity. Every perversion has to find the divine purpose behind it. This is not a communist manifesto. God is the unity of all, the God that brings oneness as the guiding principle of our lives. It’s a process of soul. All our ships will have to be recommissioned. Every institution, marriage, family, law and order, and all our means of employment, has to produce human unity to survive. It’s a lofty idea. Put in practical terms it means fundamental change. The very engines of society have to change. Anybody who they are by nature will have to be dealt with in the light of human unity, the most perverted, and it’s there we reach harm’s end. Nothing is done we prepare in school. What would it be anyway different? Look who we are and match with that who. Perfection comes from both of them, the creature of the world and the creature of God. Bruno! Ideology can’t put up with this, someone dangerous. I don’t think an annual wait would work. You would have to show them the way of life to change. Oh my God experimentation, how you have to do that. That means it can’t be a national field, set about by its laws. It means overturnin’ bein’ human. I’m there with a camera right in your argue belt. We’re almost there, where you see my contribution. Individual's place power, look at this. I’m talking to you today the very thing I’m talking about. How do you propose this? Well can you think of better circumstances for human unity to come waltzing into the room, when the lights of human unity Auroville are almost out? The city will still be there even when human unity is not where it is taking itself. You want Auroville the city of the status quo, government-run Auroville. You’re not going to produce the new human being. No radical shift in consciousness there. Rules cannot arrive at human unity. How we’ll have to overcome consciousness, all these formations of ill will floating around. Tell me the outer process sees this. It takes an inner revolution overturning society’s ways. We need circumstances for that. We need Auroville. And there you are in Auroville arguing for land this and that, ecological green, the keys to the office, what have you. Something more fundamental’s at stake. Can you see where we’re at? We’re at the very crossroads of the city itself. Who’s taking over, the ordinary way of life or human unity, and who will Auroville produce, just more people or the superman? It’s time for you to decide. The Indian government can’t do it. It will just produce the Indian government. It has no means to outgrow itself. You’d need a charter that says what it needs, and we go from there. You have the charter in your hands the Mother wrote. To listen to superman, he's always on time. Where are you gonna get a map? Look right here. Can you see the way? If you're like me, it'll take you awhile to see it. And another little baby child is born in the ghetto. [heard sung, by Elvis] There's just so much at stake, and we need to hurry. So race to human unity on itself. Alright news, listen. Cause man help.