A Ripple

On December 1, 2022January 13, 2023 By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, childhood education, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

feature image by Donny, “Look the Ripple You Touch That Child” (Gimp, the perspectives of a photograph)

Gimmie that perfume.
Reach that perfume.
This is the other poem you were worried about.
We’ve aimed a camera
so to expose the nigger.
For me,
it has nothing to do
with Black skin.
I opt it for something else,
the group of people who aren’t worth much,
the subhuman,
the scum of the Earth,
and I think we want them to do menial tasks,
where they bow down and kiss our knees.
The nigger among us,
wow that’s high society.
Hey world that’s me.
We call him a dog.

Wow, I’ve opened a page.
Well, I need to get my bells straight.
I wanna call you mean and complain?
That’s not the status wood.
I’ll hit yah right between the eyes.
You’re beautiful
plasmas of creation.
You fill the air
with the clamor of your being,
and don’t rock the boat.
You are nice
to most people.
You’d rather let your hair down.
You are not a shopping mall nightmare.
You open up to hope.
I think you make the world go round,
as we watch it human globe.
You really try
to have the right equipment.
I can’t say that you’re mean.
You’ll give a kid a cookie and an older person their ride.
You’ll have patience with people.
You’ll even call on God.
This is most among us.
I’m talking about the general type.
Some science God matters.

I’m talking to you now
about the role we play
when make a person a nigger.
Alright,
what do we hope to gain from them?
Their lynching.
Have you ever heard this with pedophiles?
You broadcast it on TV
as a precautionary tale to pedophiles:
let’s burn the nigger alive.
Great you said he stinks.
Suffer a pedophile to live,
I don’t think even granny wants that.
Horrible anthem we make.
Where do we put them in society?
In the trash bin.
Come on people see your sneeze.

Move! Move! Move!
You gotta get outta that chair. [vision of telling Nitish this to get him out of my computer chair so I can work, and he complies]
Equity’s base
does not mean stingy.
I just don’t wanna get lynched,
or any pedophile on the planet.
I don’t want to be your counting nigger.
I don’t want to grovel at your feet
for a bit of ice cream.
I want to be made to feel human
in my very bones
if I look at you and smile.
I don’t want to be handed around
your hatred centers.
I don’t want to be made to feel alone,
the only pedophile here,
don’t want to feel like it’s wrong
when I touch children,
and I’ve only tossed their hair,
and I’ve not destroyed them in the woods.
I don’t want you to see me with children,
and think I’ve put them on my lap for that reason,
to go underground for wood.
Can you see me and not think the Devil?

And what’s stopping you from that now?
You bleed me.
You won’t even let me speak.
How we solve pedophiles now,
it only kills them,
destroys their will:
they really wanna hurt children.
Now calm down.
I want you to understand this.
You’ve made a scapegoat mean.
They just want back at you.
They’ll do dirty to get it,
like a Palestinian on a suicide run,
or a Black man that drugs White women
to rape society
and tell you about it in jokes.
Unawares, you laugh and applaud.
He’s spit on your hamburger,
made you eat his shit
in a chocolate pie,
and she’s just the help.
Can you see reason?
Will you understand science
when it gets at the truth of things
in its operating method?

Now what’s the problem with niggers?
They could move you outta your place.
They could stand up and be counted.
They could be you’re not superior.
One forth of the town showed up
to integrate.
The rest came out with their shotguns.
All this beer I had
loaded that shotgun,
and beer is a symbol wear.
I think you have your own kids,
and you can’t see through disease.
Can we find the hatred of the pedophile on your son’s penis,
and he’s in the bathtub with you,
and it’s sticking up?
Do you wash it then?
What do you do with those feelins’
your daughter wears?
She’s reached in that soapy water and grabbed you,
the way that daughter’s do,
their age of reason ain’t there yet.
You wash hers then?

Know you have to clean those things.
Smile back at you
sometimes.
You feel a stir in yours?
The slight disease,
but you know it’s there.
Oh let’s put them to bed,
rub them on their humps,
and get all sticky,
the real bedtime story.
Singing them a song
goes like this:
I can control myself,
just,
but I’ll open it
with my spouse.
Did you leave something in that room,
on your kid’s soft body,
making love to your spouse?
Bedtime stories,
repeat and say them,
her crackerjacks,
and she’s five or ten.

I’m not sayin’ you’re a pedophile,
or you even fantasize for your children.
I’m talkin’ about the sticky mud
a parent’s hand encounters,
or their eyes,
and somehow their flesh responds
a hair’s worth,
around their child’s genitals.
I hate you pedophile.
You are there.
Can we get any better than that?
Where do we go with this?
Understand the pedophile’s not to blame
for your feelings.
Can you do that?

I’ve gone through the eye of the needle.
I don’t think you like me for it,
but we have to stop molesting children,
in our homes or by pedophiles,
as some parents do.
We come back to square one:
hatred don’t solve the problem;
hatred can’t solve the problem.
We have to see where disease come from
and stop it there.
As many pedophiles as there are,
and there are millions on this Earth,
a parent’s hand or their mouth or their genitals
made that pedophile feel theirs,
all the way to orgasm and beyond.
I don’t even think they know it.
Are we talkin’ before memories can form?
Something like that.
It’s early.
Can we call the other parent knowledge on this?
I think they didn’t know.

I’ve shown you the hooded instrument
where pedophiles come from
in the economy of a poem.
Parents are whistlers let’s say:
not only mommy and daddy.
Okay it was just hard wood,
no electrocution to speak of,
but you see the disease.
Turned five and it stopped.
That was the last time she humped my thing with her mouth.
It was in a beach shed,
the kind you go to change clothes.
She pulled my swimsuit off and I was awake.
I remember being concerned about the sand in her mouth.
It felt so good.
I could not believe I had forgotten
she used to do that.
It hurt her to do it.
She put a wall there
after that.
It never happened again.
Orgasm was wonderful,
and I wanted it more.
The pedophile is here
to tell you about it.
I’m sorry momma.
I understand you tried.

Oh wow this is strength,
not what you want to look at.
How to you make it go away?
You have to see the pedophile for what he is:
a creation of parental love
that lost control of itself.
Oh man that smarts.
Do you see what I’m comin’ to?
A nigger made in pedophile shoes.
Thank you mommy,
what I told her after she done it.
Get your head around that.
That,
that right there,
what you most don’t want to see.
My God it’s blind.
Take the pedophile and make a nigger outta him.
Don’t know what else to do.
Remind you of things,
suggest things,
you’d put monsters to.
They’re insanitory.
I’m here to show them to you
because you hate me,
will kill me if you could,
‘cause I am a sprite of you.
That’s the lowdown.
That’s the nigger we need to see.

Okay world I’m sorry.
We didn’t have to come to this,
but you’re intah whistle blowin’ and truth tellin’,
like you’re so immaculate clean.
You could LGBT+ me to death,
and love is love you understand,
like a passport,
get all hot and hairy about pronouns,
like you really care about different,
but I know that underneath it all
you’d snuff out my life if you could
for being different,
for love just as queer and real as yours,
for love that’s returned,
as you define love at least,
when it’s love the child gets
and not simply rape.
We just have to take out the sex part.

These are the things we need to see
to shore up hate,
get it out of the room.
When it is present in us,
and we haven’t seen it there
as a thing that hurts,
we can finally work on it;
we can do something about it.
It’s here,
where a pedophile stands on earth,
that you’ve brought hate to where it apex.
Here it is its zenith noon,
and this nigger is here to tell you
I’m gonna rock your boat.
I’m gonna…
I think kindness knows the answers.
Knowledge calls lines,
intricately connected with you.
I’m not meanin’ yah ill will.
I don’t wanna ruin your day.
I just wanna be heard and understood
to save my life.
Is that okay?

Come back.
Where you goin’?
Call me if there any problems.
Call me indeed if there are any.
I have the words.
That’s why I’m bothering. [spoken in Douglas’ voice]
I don’t think anybody’s prepared for it.
[audio vision of Bruno, our Doberman, barking his intruder alert bark]
I think lemon juice
put the message across,
with that one guy from sobbing.
It only came from that one guy.
Crack of noon,
lighten up.
This isn’t a manifesto to love children.
It’s not the pedophile’s I wanna have it
you gotta give it to me.
Let’s be clear on that.
I’m not asking that we have sex with children.
I’m tellin’ what the score is,
where we come from
and our place in society,
even if we don’t molest children,
the development
of who are you
to make monsters out of anyone,
to make of them your nigger.

The damage is done,
and you’ve flooded the world with it.
I’m here to saw off on that.
Well I wish I was very cold.
Luna.
The track time of time,
I want it where it’s good for me.
Your engine room,
may I present this?
Cash on delivery.
It’s not every dad.
He’s not understanding.
I’m talking about the swimming pool.
Not every child gives their dad a bath.
Come here.
Not everyone bathe with their children
in the wrong places,
or rub them hand down at night.
I’m talking about the square one
hate pedophile.
It comes from your fear of there’s a child sex,
and you might contact with it.
Their sexual feeling’s
a load on you
bright and early.
You know they have them.
If you’re a parent,
I think you know they do.

Does your bottle ever come up,
feelings on the inside you hardly acknowledge,
or one single isolated feeling
in a lifetime of intimacies with your kid?
Well that’s the thing, isn’t it?
That’s where the holocaust is
for pedophiles.
There’s where you hate them,
and of course you won’t acknowledge that.
Who am I tryin’ to kid?
I’ve done the needful.
If I could get each other
to be sincere with each other,
then the resources
would be handled.
Now you’ll just throw them away
and call me a nigger.

The few that help,
oh you are my sunshine.
Thanks.
Now to robbers,
marauders.
Simultaneously
you know I’m talkin’ to you
in this whole poem.
I revealed a little bit of what you know
about giving a kid pleasure.
I don’t know how to say this to you.
I understand both parties involved,
but a kid’s not to have sex with.
This does not good to them,
their development,
and development’s
their order of the day.
It makes them selfish,
puts holes in their reaching arms,
and spills them on themselves.
They will be strong in some things,
but you’ve done something to their social reach,
pitted them against society
with the secret they have to keep
and the fear they live with
society will find out.

You don’t know what to do
when you got this kid that enjoys sex
and wants not to stop.
I’m sorry this happens.
You got to figure it’s not what gets the disease
in the press
or the support groups.
I took some convincing.
If society finds us out,
that’s the problem,
but we’re not good here.
I’m eating on that child.
There are demons in the room.
That child’s getting splayed,
and they’re hungry for it,
and you’ve turned this on too early.
They’re not ready for that.
You’ve brought sex into their life,
and it’s time to play with society’s noon.
It’s time to representative play
for that feeling sex,
not to actually have it
in full-blown adult room.
They do that with each other not with you.
And society is just dumb here.
They don’t get their own time to play,
even with themselves.

Okay how do you stop?
You’re gonna have to fix this sorry yourself.
You good at rockin’ science,
just keep the posted in the light.
You’re a great Jew
to hombre cueva’s house,
if you get outta this disease.
(The Jews are good to society.)
I’m gonna need some help.
Look you can’t get any help.
It’s not allowed yet.
Book, your honor.
You know how to say no.
You know how to say no to the Light
and do that kid.
Can I get in here somehow?
It’s not one of our lake we’re tryin’ to keep,
but we can’t tell.
That would be the end of us.

In those doggie bowls
[vision of being seated at the computer and, Luna, on my right side, Hannah on the other, thrusting their heads, tongues hanging out, almost to the screen, they wanting petted, and I stopped and pet Luna first, wholeheartedly, on my way to Hannah, the petting session just starting]
strength to a boy.
Emergency to make real,
emergency South African.
Don’t lie to me.
I’m the humanity in the room.
You got this,
but if you touch there you don’t.
Sex ensures.
It’s like a graveyard.
It just gets all disturbed,
wham! rises from the dead.
Leave it alone.
Your looks should be tempered.
You know I’m talkin’ flesh.
You can handle this.
You can.
Once you fold a piece of paper,
it stays folded.
Once you drop the ice,
the ice melts.
Don’t pick it up.
It gets easier as you go along.
Alright let’s sing to ourself,
no images of the child in mind,
no images atall.
Then you’ll fall.
You’re handlin’ it,
continue.

Integrated animal care,
it fills the room.
You can see that now.
Faith will see you through,
but I’m sorry,
you can’t know God tomorrow.
You have to know quite awhile.
Most religions
aren’t helpers.
It’s a quick fix that melts in your mouth,
and the reins go back to that child.
Do you feel you own work on when you scream?
Well let’s continue.
Do will hold,
even to the rapper’s balls,
and tell that rapper to shut up.
(We can get better music.)
You just woke up
corrective mountain,
and it’s not the rapper yah want dead.
Give me a massage.
Oh,
let’s get over this hump,
no crack base potholes.
You see what I’m dyin’?
Now pick up your guitar and play
the right music,
wonderful skin feelings,
and you haven’t climate changed your hands.
I am right on yah.
The map flow determines lap.
He’s your lap,
and there’s nothing wrong with these free buildings.
Get on the miracle.
Isn’t it somethin’?
This is not a problem.
As he sits on it you know you’ve achieved holistic solution.
You’re showin’ the end of money,
and you give him the life force.
You’re awake inside,
just narrowin’ down fillin’ wood
with peppermint.
Keep it comin’ the kid says,
you’ve got some good candy.

That child’s in love with you
and wants to continue
the sexual shore.
Oh man it’s here
do you love that child or not.
That’s what it boils down to,
more than anything,
more than right or wrong,
more than the danger of discovery,
more than what you need.
Now take that love
and wipe your child’s brow with it.
You're gonna have to take that sex away,
and they have to know the reason,
but they have woken up
that part of themselves,
and now they have the need.
This has to be acknowledged.
They have opened it’s obvious
on the inside.
You’re tryin’ to pull ‘em
to safety.
They can drown with this.
They feel in their bodies so much.
To bring that same sex with ‘em
as a child.
So hard
to open the door,
legalize them.
They have to learn to please themselves,
without you doing it for them.
You have to unhand that thing,
and I don’t expect you to do it on my command,
but will you do it at all?
You’re in the supermarket,
and it’s there for free.
What can I tell you then?
How can I explain this to you?
How do I it get it across?

Ninety-nine cookies,
hurry up now.
You’ll soon have none.
Drove off
the ability to get it.
Think about it,
you really got a situation there.
It’s not secure.
At one point does it become too absurd to do?
That child gets older.
Society closes in.
Let your love arrange it,
and that child’s known sacrifice and constraint.
My mom showed me this.
She gave me this,
and how good it is.
You’ve made a better child
not a worse one now.
You have to opportunity to grow,
both you and that child.
Don’t they do something?
Love handles it.
They stay together
learning strength.
You are not eating anymore,
and you’re free on the inside,
and now you can
love that child.
Go for it,
under these conditions,
and that child knows he’s safe and hungry
to do it himself.
Captain,
congratulations.
You have really changed.
Welcome home.

How was it?
You want bread?
My love is straight.
Just sit,
and don’t try to handle me wrong.
I think I’ve heard you,
ten minutes ago.
You wanna order some shelves today?
Three a week or something.
You’re writing poems,
and before they get read they wear you.
Hey boy. [vision of pulling baby Mithrin by his shirt sleeve on his shoulder as he stood on the bed]
You have a lot to do,
so much home challenge,
of the domestic kind.
You’re a good daddy keep goin’ with kids grandpa.
You don’t bother them,
and they love you.
You’ve seen the disease,
and you’re a country person speaking.
You know how to handle it.
Well let’s get this show on the road,
this poem on the net and My love to you.
Study your answers,
bring them home to Me.
I’m waiting for enlightenment speaks.
Now do you hear
movin’ movin’ movin’,
keep them doggies movin’,
rawhide! [this and two above lines heard sung some lines ago, but I didn’t record them until now, sung by Frankie Laine, theme song to the TV show Rawhide]
I got the song.
Now it’s continue.
Wow, that’s three more grapes on the vine.
What a wonderful shelf you got.
I’m trained to.
We’re gonna be meditating the poems,
and that’s the story today,
read them.

It’s large and center free.
It’s not made up by groupings.
That’s down home in the hat.
That’s our business with humanity.
You know it on the inside.
Show it on the outside. [this and above line heard sung, by Aquilo, “Human”]
Wow, fight him down the street.
You know it works,
if you give everybody their daily bread,
if everybody gets fed.
I’m not about race cars.
Humanity comin’ together on itself gonna take a long time.
We start with today.
We get rid of racism
in its purist form:
down with the pedophile!
Bury him.
I think the future of humanity will have some new shoes.
You’re not gonna look so good in yours,
that whole antiracism brigade.
You left out the pedophile,
every single one of yah,
and that’s where racism’s allowed,
the only place we all agree on racism.
Your blindness is before your eyes today.
See somethin’:
here have a pedophile,
he’s a nigger.

Damn, I said it.
I said it loud and clear.
You know you had it comin’,
but I’m not ill will today.
What’s wrong with the world?
There was this other engine
that had the whole world attached to it,
and it was off in the darkness,
and no one could see it.
The discovery should’ve made headlines.
It’s just that Batman suffering
you’re clouded for.
We have party on the 21st,
11 a.m.
Cut it open,
a vault where my poems lay,
and I get shined with full of light,
but I’m havin’ trouble breathin’.
The vault’s got me by the head.
One of our supervisors,
one of the race officials,
they’re comin’.
I wanted them to come faster.
That’s all part of the game.
My discovery
could not ready for other projects.
Are you gonna die?
What’s so ethical about that map?
The sex with kid thing dies.
I’m afraid I’d have to find out.
How many times you seen us do something right?

We’ve got the creation speaks itself.
Like to use your tickets.
A granola bar,
you give that to people.
You’ll find hands with hard rocks in it
that sweep up their little files.
Oh today,
damn,
we have a busy table,
so emotionally balanced,
sound,
in a Friday.
My goodness, [vision of a tree in the cemetery next door so huge it took up the whole front part of it, its branches extending in a square-like network that filled the sky of the place, branches like a meter thick]
this is snow.
I’m mean it’s absolutely incredible.
Glimpse ability
apparent,
a lifetime
of handling children.
They can’t keep their hands off themselves.
They’re everywhere with it.
They’re involved in the bath.
This is simple street.
You don’t get it caught in your tongue.
There’s an arm way off.

Solid instructions.
You don’t leave out a note.
You address the child
in their backward movements.
The denial
of their active in it,
that is what’s there.
People need to see this.
You can bring my horse back.
I’m goin’ to sleep.
I’ll call yah in the morning.
Freefire,
4:30,
you editor,
at the end of the poem.
It may be underestimated. [vision of a very weird tree in the cemetery, its trucks forming configurations of squares and such, the branches meters thick]

What it said:
I have to turn on this mic internet.
We need something there.
We need your help.
Push this text like a principle player it is.
Learn with it.
We’ve got a lot to show yah
on ground [heard sung by Aquilo, “Human”]
and on the floor.
Hurtle,
enhance. [vision of a country bicycle shop on the Auroville main road, the forested section, and a sign in the front near the road that had a list of the work they do, these two things on the list sounding in my inner ear]
Reach something and write it down.
Try to make this pony ride.
[vision of a sort of very large, brownish red greeting card made to look like a small house or important building, but just the suggestion of that, it turning as I looked at it so it could be seen better]
World Heritage Site,
that’s what we reach with this.
It’s a continually interesting piece of balance.
Comin home
the leeway.
You have got this system starts.
Refresh it everyday.

The Garden Sleeps

On November 29, 2022December 5, 2022 By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

feature image by Dhina on the occasion of my 61th birthday this year

A tale like you wanna know. [vision of the title being introduced like a movie is on TV or at the movies, it appearing in the center of the screen, the line sounding, and this line sounding as the vision faded]
Put spiritual in there.
I’m talking to a Dumbledorf:
who are you friend who almost had him killed?
How exceedingly lovely.
I don’t blame him.
He looks different
Dombledorf.
He looks connected.
There might be. [vision of a small otter-human-like creature’s head coming up out of a small square pool of water and looking up at me and saying the line, the pool the irrigation tank where Nitish swims but not in the location it actually is]

The answer’s not complete.
Tryin’ to help.
I feel so inadequate at the task.
I just sit here and write.
We would reach in and pull sincerity out,
but I’m at a halt in myself,
and I don’t know where to begin.
I can’t capture this page.
I can only tell you what it says.
We are mountains from molehills.
I’ve done things with your memory
all the while holding sincerity in my hand.
I think I’ve lifted the curtain of existence
and shown you what’s inside.
I revealed my room.
A lot goes on there.
And the world is in my room
staring at me.
I can’t put it down.
Where would I be without you?
And I can’t get at that you.
When I meet you on the street
you’re just another person to me.

I glow with this,
hold you around
the feelings of my mind
that we may meet.
Death do us in.
I can’t champion this.
I hold you in my arms and cry
when you press too hard against me
with a sad story of yours
I’ve encountered through public media.
I don’t know how to make you go away.
I feel the group like it’s my own soul,
yet you banish me and call me names.
I don’t know what to do with this.
It hurts,
and I don’t think there are ears in your heart.
I spend myself on them.

I think we’ve gone beyond good and evil.
I think we’re just human beings here.
Can you tell me how to get along
with you
and still be myself?
I don’t know how to make you feel what I feel.
I can’t take my heart out and show it to you.
I pull words outta my heart,
and you can’t see the symbol
for the words.
I’m a dead delivery.
I’d like to smile,
having your social hand,
but you won’t give it to me.
Where do I find you
in disease?
I don’t have to wait long.
You would spit in my eye
if I came too close,
and I mean so well for you.

I was taken down.
I looked at him.
The idea
I think he’s beauty with
is feelin’ the whole.
I come to read him.
I find solace here.
I’m taken to the top of myself.
I see and understand I have depths.
I would just like him to be alive,
continue writing verse.
He means something to me.
He’s a wild space in the world yet
that hasn’t been taken out.
He does not kiss ass.
We don’t want to see him get in trouble.
He is right there in our taboos
a guiding light.
You don’t know strange men.
They will test your boundaries.
They are not a shake off.
They come to see you definitely.

These questions,
they’re for answers.
We don’t ask them just to say please.
They’re all around us now,
ardently studying who we are.
I’m a voice in that multitude.
I could get better answers.
I fought with meaning
to break it open,
and the world fell into place.
I grapple with it now.
I mean I hold it in my hands and sing to it
the poetry of the school.
This is beyond answers.
It’s just basking with you
in the warm sunshine of our being.
It’s weird to be alive.
There’s so much that shines on my nose.
You know what I mean.
I could run amuck
plucking at things,
just bein’ led by the nose.
Symbol imagery,
I mean the world with that,
and I’m stupid.
I show you myself too much,
but that’s what makes vulnerable
the strength that it is.
You trust me.

I’m happily
so much more than show business.
I reveal things to you.
They come from the sky.
I hold them in my hand and paint this page with them.
The moonlight of their starshine glows iridescent.
I spend them
in hours of verse.
It looks like we have another day.

I’m selfish.
Get out of your closet.
Tell us everything.
Gave the world a black eye did yah?
Bring your wife and kids.
Come with me now.
I sit at risk,
write a ledger of emergency.
I’m trying to show the way out.
Will you join me?
No confessions for this place please.
You don’t tell the cops what you did.
We will not ask the law to get us.
We want to overcome the law,
so it’s not rigid it’s human.

How do you know they’re not here?
They’re gonna work with him,
unfortunate souls
that need a time out.
You can do this in your living room.
Where are you?
I was just in that kitchen spot,
tryin’ to collect
all the ears that help you outta this.
Let me be your emotional man.
Let me find the way out.
Even the cigarette
a lot of the times
light up the temple.

You’re kidding me.
You would go to bat for me?
You would show me the way out?
Aren’t you a confession machine?
Wouldn’t you tell on me
and limit the ways I trust you?
You’re just not smart.
You expose yourself.
My existence
depends on me.
Can you tell me society cares?
I’m just a target.
No, no, don’t go back there.
Come out and breathe awhile
clean air.
Don’t you wanna feel good?

Some kid came daddy
and rode me monster.
I don’t understand.
This is a social dilemma.
Can we handle being people?
Where’s the living room?
Is it full of vice and TV?
What’s got you fascinated?
I don’t know how to show you this.
You gotta get outta that.

Alright,
he’s just not a problem
you understand.
Until you understand him you can’t do anything with him.
Even my problem,
we go awhile with each other.
We learn the lampoon
sticks out.
How do we stick this in chocolate?
We fold ourselves.
We learn to let go of the spoon.
We challenge ourselves
with bright horizons.
You come together
on the role you need to play
who is behind you.
Can you see an island?
Challenge yourself with more than yourself.

Study your room.
It will take you there.
It’s hitting me.
To turn around,
made a turn.
I got outta cars.
I stopped doing bullshit.
How does this happen in science?
We need to see our disease,
and then
get going.
It’s 10 a.m.

We need to apply pressure to the program.
Can you representative breathe?
You can have it,
lunch treatment.
It’s always good for you.
Are you sure you know yourself?
Do you know you’re real?
An actor,
that’s just the part that says hello,
drive basically.
It’s who you think you are.
Is the wonder at coyote?
Is the world not real?
That’s somebody to get hurt.
You need to tell them you’re sorry.
Put it on the difficulty what had me.
Buckle up,
honey any moment now you’re to get theft or hurted.
We’re just not here.
We’ll levity rehearse. [vision of three or four black and white photographs I couldn’t make out, the last one I could, one of a girl of indeterminate age in a white ballet tutu on a stage doing an exaggerated curtsy]
Don’t rob yourself with identity.
You are not you.
You’re a field in a play.
You get along you understand.
That taller You
you’ll find one day.

She doesn’t care.
She’s a dysfunctional human being.
Don’t equate her with your room.
Be a baby unto your room.
How are you?
It was more about Joe than the rest of us realize.
You’re free to discuss this.
You’re free to dance.
You are as important as the President
in the inward bowels of ourselves.
You are a process dip
into forever.
You make it happen,
the representative figure you are.
You’re changin’ lives
by ever bein’ yourself.
You’re gettin’ bigger all the time
if you reach in and find yourself
not the author of the program.

My God this world has ways in it.
It’s mind-boggling.
This should keep you busy
for a lifetime.
Okay stop
putting your identity on your name,
on that little figure you are,
and understand your importance in the scheme.
I went downstairs and I told him
play.
David actually feels like somebody,
but way was he tryin’.
Somehow this triangle has evolved
from multiple scores.
You are not who you are,
but you’re more than that.
You blindfold wisdom
and chop it in half.
I wanna explain to you all
none of this is happening.
Do you see the horror?

You see the relationship.
You’re a salt on the Void
to bring out its something.
You’re doing nothing but complaining.
Don’t complain.
We’re high animals.
We’ve got this world goin’.
It’s our livelihood.
We hate everything.
It’s not that bad.
It’s quite good actually.
We’re here,
and we’re alive.
Okay we ain’t free.
We can’t have everything.
but everything’s coming.
We just have to land first.
We can manage from here.
It’s got Goldilocks on it,
until we find the horses
that put on planet right.

Hey dude I want yah to know out your brains I’m gonna blow.
We’re just forlorn that’s all.
Winter’s comin’,
and we need to be prepared.
We’re a little nuclear holocaust here,
a little nuclear holocaust there,
but nothin’ gets us outta the way.
We retain civilization.
Any homeland,
any way of raisin’ children,
we’re gonna have to come to the dice
and end up eliminatin’ all of them.
The better way of bein’ human,
it ain’t out yet.
I’m tryin’ to tell you
what’s goin’ on,
but you’ve climate changed my answers,
and they don’t get to the public.
I’ve got a whole host of answers,
the nitty-gritty college details of existence
to help you survive.
I won’t be here.
This is a future log.
I’ll see you later.

Fascinating,
I think you just said the peace.
Could it be the color of my skin
the audience is a thimbleful?
Where’s that little Seventh Manager
welcome spectacular?
Don’t look now,
They’ve got a buffalo for yah.
The Gods must be crazy.
Mother you with this?
The stairway’s there.
You have the purple stairwell.
Turn those shoes;
let Me turn them,
the stairwell’s up.
Ride handsomely.
That’s a wrap up
with my own medicine.

Calls Climate Change

On November 27, 2022December 14, 2022 By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, scientific materialism, seer poetryLeave a comment

photos by Donny

Drop climate change off at the house,
the hypocrisy of everyday people,
the climate of everyday people,
the Rottweiler of everyday people,
their business.
Climate change,
now showing at your house.
We gotta get out of this.
It’s a consumer nightmare.
How much simpler our lives could be if we tried.
That Rottweiler is resistant to change.
Lovely creature though.
Some do it.
You’d be pleased to announce
I’m not preaching at you.
I’m preaching at me.
Whatta we do with this?

Turn off lights and stoves and only sparingly wash clothes.
Whatta we do with the refrigerator?
Now that’s a tough one.
We could do a lot better.
We buy enough crap to begin with.
My God the waste in my house.
It could start the day.
My God the crap in my house.
The allergies make the air conditioning livable
in such a warm climate,
but it could be turned off to save noon.
I’m not sayin’ live without it,
but let’s treat it like the luxury it is.
We need it sometimes.
Oh Lord don’t take my A/C away. [heard sung to tune of “You Are My Sunshine”]
I think that’s got the paper.
Alright fine,
but can it join us in the room?
What did the refrigerator say?
It didn’t it’s just got military handles.
You mean like hot water?
Do we really need it right now?

All the amenities,
they’re starin’ us in the face.
Can I write another poem?
Can you spare me the mayonnaise?
I don’t wanna write this poem.
It’s not my baked bread.
Living conditions suck
without electricity,
but I think we all could get better at using it.
It’s the semblance of noon,
all along town.
Can you see it?

Brush with health
the climate enforcer.
We get sick doin’ it.
No health reasons
you neglect.
Don’t make yourself ill.
The climate
can stand a little bit of you in it.
We’re just armed for change.
We don’t charge each other’s property
with you must do this or else.
Can you understand the reason behind that?
You blister change
with the wrong attitude,
and it won’t work.

So where do we go for change?
In our relations with one another.
That’s the ballpark/battleground. [words spoken simultaneously]
We have to learn to live with each other
without spite.
Can you find a person that knows this
on the environmental frontlines?
They’re too busy charging other people
with spite.
This doesn’t work.
It just blows up in your face.
I’m tellin’ the Greta Thunbergs that.
A climate change activist,
we need better human beings.
Can you just open your eyes and look?
What does your patrol car grant us?
More ill will.
Can we get around this?

How do you show people they’re wrong without hating them for it?
That’s the climate needs better.
We’re just stubborn mules
when it comes to seein’ that.
Just ask the press.
Okay animals get busy,
force this on people.
I’m givin’ you the smell of the thing.
I don’t think you care about me.
You have a place card.
This makes your life feel better.
You’re an active ingredient.
You’re an activist for change.
We push people.
We don’t know how to make them see.
Maybe you’re lookin’ at the wrong equipment.
We need a change in heart.
Can you care about people,
or are we all just numbers trashin’ the planet?

Where do we see this?
In our very hands.
Protest movements awake!
We have to get better at bein’ people.
We have to be better human beings.
Where do we go for that?
In the living room.
It’s anybody you talk to,
have dealings with.
You make them feel special like you care.
Now that’s the whale in the room.
Can you really care?
I don’t think so,
not without some life assignment,
where you learn to put love first,
so much so love hurts.
These are vulnerable feelings,
and you put every man, woman, and child there.
Can you find them?
They’re your next door neighbor.

Now let’s go to police cops in the room.
You can’t force anybody to do anything
and get the safety you want.
You just step on them,
and they resent you for it.
Vegans everyone?
And you’ve stepped on the world.
This is not everybody’s diet.
It’s a religion to some people.
It’s got hoofs on it.
Mainstream media’s pushin’ it.
This does not carry us to safety.
We’re the animal in the room.
Stop eating meat’s a practice,
no animal products at all an intolerance.
It’s too extreme
for our world venture.
You would have to know country home,
in an impoverished district,
to understand the impropriety of veganism,
and I didn’t just say rare places on earth.
So many of us live in poverty.
I’m gonna eat,
and I don’t need vegans robbin’ my plate.
You’re not sustainable.
Good afternoon.

Incredible,
time goes through,
I went to that place:
non-veg
is not the meat anymore.
It’s a vegetarian diet we all live on.
We just get out our laser guns
and put fish on the menu.
It’s a laboratory
the actual change ahead is calling.
Mystical experience
will dynamic each other.
It’s just one of those things.
Animals are friends and we don’t eat friends.
That group identity,
it’s gonna take place in our living room,
and the camel down the street is a part of it.
No one gets left out,
but a camel gets so close to our notion of self,
we ride them that’s their comfort zone,
and there’s your horse.
What are you talking about?
The substance of our change.
Art is listened to whatever we ride,
and make it better.

Am I making any sense?
We’re not legalistic about anything.
We’re flexible to survive.
Unbelievable
the amount of sacrifice
our survival depends on.
We all have to do it.
It doesn’t come about on its own.
We’re military historians.
Can I show you a battle with yourself
all won?
This rules the day:
self-sacrifice on the frontlines.
Choke climate change.
Don’t make him the monster.
We reach inside and pull out our humanity,
and our skills at that does the rest.

Now let’s go back to that army book you’re readin’,
the news media,
that big journalistic thug.
Do we really have to crap in our beds?
Are you sure you want us to be mean to each other?
Do you have to hate the climate denier?
Cows,
there’s more responsible
than just not wanting them to fart.
On fire
farming methods.
Practicing that,
making animals safe and comfortable.
It is catch those devils,
sick really,
who make milk and eggs
an animal’s
holocaust.
We’re not into punish people.
Look at them.
Stop buying their products.
And we can get them to see reason.

Are you an older brother?
I’m a
way station man.
I’m hearin’
the bagpipes sing.
Remind yah
survival’s an organized emergency we all do together.
That dog got me order?
Beautifully.
Love made him do it.
We’re in our protocol
if a person could handle on his deep emotions.
He’s a vehicle for change.
The balls that we make here are women’s kinds of things.
They’re empathically arranged.
He sees in court
as not ethically arranged.
We’re gonna sleep on it,
see what we outta do.
I woke up and went over it
as a dream.
Your approach is sound sir.
I was dealin’ with late ideas.
The ability to help one another,
it’s in every classroom.

My God it’s like
Auroville pops off its angel.
I should have living with the fears.
There’s no hurry for development.
It’s in the air we have to do this now.
Helping’s free,
I’d give him to help.
We have time bro.
Your doomsday
has an opinion across the street.
We can avoid a piece of chicken.
We can avoid fish.
A lot do it and they’re vegetarian.
Good excellent I support that cause.
He just stepped out onto the floor,
one help,
one happen.
It’s too early
to damage every restaurant now.
There’s a lot we can do to get started.
It’s not the end of the world yet.

No hot water,
it starts off inflexible.
Our attitudes to change
kill it.
Come to where the prize is:
may I help you?
Don’t sit there and demand people change.
It’s got our stuff on it,
and you go in a museum to destroy a work of art
because you’ve got the proof
you got a lot about you needs changed.
It’s character armor not climate change
we need to see before
we can get at that climate change.
Can you hear me Ms Greta Thunberg?
Can you accomplish this?
We need to see each other first.
Gun naked balance
own big time.
We’re tryin’ to get that settled in first:
we’re all responsible.
It takes better human beings
to tackle climate change.
The problem’s combining the too essential with the ordinary.
Can you see that?

A miracle where he stood.
This is about enlightenment our next trip.
You don’t know it’s there.
It’s a Buddhist word that means many things.
The enlightened state of being
is my crossover with it.
It’s deep and it’s heavy.
You are not yourself anymore.
You’re a non-egoed consciousness
seein’ the world.
It’s oneness’ state of being,
nonduality’s headquarters.
There’s no separation between you and an object
save you’re there.
You can stand on your own two feet.
It’s not just a mesh of everything.

No one can describe this state.
Normal regular consciousness
is the external at large.
You can’t grasp realization by the horns.
It’s too realization deep.
You have no boundaries
to speak of,
but you wear them for the play.
You’ve stepped into real greatness.
You’re an enlightened being.

You have no fears anymore.
You are a center for nature to do her works,
for the divine to act.
You are not the initiating repository.
You just ride the seas
a passive instrument in God’s hands.
We’re goin’ there,
you, me, and everyone,
regardless of your creed.
It’s a long way off
for the race to achieve.
This individual door has been opened always
few and far between.

A quickening is coming,
and we will grapple with this state.
I think some will fight it,
of course.
We’re headed toward that now.
I’m a medium for this change,
one of many.
I don’t know how many there are.
Let’s see if I pull it up,
and that will put my words in the right place.

This is exceedingly huge in front of me,
and I get scared sometimes,
and I know what to be scared for.
I’ve been there a time or two
momentarily,
else I couldn’t talk like this.
Right now I’m just dry on this.
It’s miracle
not natural change,
and that has to change.
I have to see it as the order of the day.

My days are spent grappling with the impossible.
There is so much more to life
than anybody wants to know,
and you’re left with a big gulf
you have no knowledge to cross,
no matter how much knowledge you gain.
The world is big you understand.
Who can fathom existence?
But we have the way station of enlightenment to get us there.
There’s more to come,
but that’s where we begin.

Hold out for more.
Is climate change all there is to change?
Are we just working for our survival?
If we reach the stars, then what?
It’s another planetary marvel?
There’s more to life’s room
than you live in this house and do these things,
than the existential field in front of you.
We can go beyond doing.
We can be larger than our field.
The world does not bind us.
We are strangers in a strange land.
Life is magnificent
in her shoes.

Typified somewhere in art
is life’s grandness.
Life is bigger than her existence,
than climate change.
You should all panic
says the frightened child,
be very afraid
says the press.
Is that so?
Sit down.
It’s always like this:
emergency’s got us noon.

If you don’t push people around the world will end,
come on see the test you’re in.
Can you outgrow yourself?
You have a large spoon.
Hello poem.
Hello world.
Well let’s get at it.

If the water wanted to it could stir your mind
up to pits your brain. [spoken at the end of a dream where I was being healed of being raped, although I hadn't been and was just playing along so to be safe from a would-be robber, by people chanting and pouring water and herbs over me as I knelt down in the center of them]
We’re, we’re thinking.
We see where the water comes from.
That’s the science found equation,
such a big skeleton.
It is a thing upon the air.
We grow it in petri dishes.
We see it everywhere.
It’s life force,
can’t you just tell by looking at?

It’s not wonderful solving human.
It’s angry, hateful, and mean.
It’s in our land,
has penetrated our children’s lives.
It’s gonna get worse.
It’s time to act
now
upon this monster.

The last thing your burger could be is a flavor
of murdered animal.
Alright people it’s mean.
What?
We knock ourselves silly.
Can we identify the problem?
It’s hatred and ill will
spread out upon the land
on the inside.
That’s the problem.
We garden with it.
That’s our accident.
That’s the science confusion.

I am tired of this broadcast:
we need climate change to stop heat.
And hate is so rampant among us.
Can you see it?
Look in your heart.
Look in your mind.
You won’t find it anywhere else
where you can directly work on it.
Yah hear what I’m sayin’?

Where does your hatred find fingers
in the real world?
In the pedophile’s bed lay,
even the kind that don’t molest children.
I think we’ve hit the hot spot in everyone.
In that American audience
this is more pronounced than ever.
QAnon anyone?
They rule the show.

We’ve looked at hatred with our hands,
and we’ve looked at the hottest variety,
but there it is your companion in so many places,
at the supermarket for example
when you’ve revealed yourself to them
riding there among them.
Come on let’s get outta here.
I’ve got a surprise bottle,
not what you’re lookin’ for
Mimie.
Michael Jackson wore this.
I’m safe from him.
I’ve exploded keys.

I would like to hunt you down and kill you.
There are so many of you,
and we’ve ruled exactly that page.
You’re learning the thought book
that mesmerizes each other,
your outrage
that helps you goin’.
As soon as he pays you’re probably gonna murder him anyway,
because you think you can go
Emmett Till
and get away with it.
We think we can go.
Let’s all a bunch of play
that’s no work to yah.
You hate each other silly in perspectives.
What is gonna wake you up?
You manage this.
I don’t need to sit through a movie I need to sit through things here. [spoken at the end of a dream where I’d just arrived at an orphanage to be a resident child there, and the assistant to the director was telling me I could go to the movies with the director and children he was taking]
You had only wanted brains
at the moment,
and you’d left the heart to rot.
You federal people.

You don’t hate anyone.
You could explode yourself,
take a gun and shoot everybody.
Hate’s got that gun,
hate the rapist at large,
any Tom, Dick, and Harry who stole the street.
A nation takes a scapegoat and makes Jews outta them.
Mr. Blackwell,
Black man,
you think he’s a social disease,
don’t yah,
and let’s not forget the corporate managers.
They need to be shot.
God damn your next door neighbor,
his music’s too loud,
and you just hate that shopkeeper.
You got there first.
Why, he cut you off in traffic,
that son of a bitch.
Any number of things,
and you apply hate in its place.
Voyeur it in your mind,
don’t you hate those people.

Okay I’m through.
I need a better climate.
Well it’s process work,
that you understand the direction.
Any constitution,
ninety percent of the battle is
get it outta the heart,
and it is being done very slowly.
There’s Jesus cop,
oh my Jesus oh my good. [spoken at the end of a dream where a tank had just come to the rescue of people about to be killed, the tank firing away, focus on the tank commander, who was halfway out of the hatch and ordering commands] 
Come, come, come, come,
it’s a climate emergency.
We hate each other on the inside.
You see the climate emergency?

Even animals have a right to regard.
We hate them too.
Oh that burger taste good,
but I’m hearin’ a cow in there,
and I’m not open to rough spots yet,
but at least I’m ready to acknowledge the cow.
Murderous cow disease,
can I get over that?

Well, you’ve seen my banker.
I’m gonna begin to feel them.
I’m not gonna shut out anybody.
We’ve got a climate to get better.
I’m not gonna hate anybody.
There, I’ve said your peace,
and we’ve made a climate change,
the secret buffalo
that helps us make the right decisions
that gives us climate justice.

This is what we need to see
to unequivocally change the world,
and there we go.
Got it
critical
mass.

Of their winners
we have the announcements.
They made spiritual enlightenment
where they found water.
They made spiritual enlightenment the goal of the game.
They came to us in broad planes.
I don’t even know where he is.
In a horrible ruling mansion
nobody wants to go.
Have you ever seen freedom do it?
I’ve got a broadcast for yah.
Here put this on.
[vision of being seated at a computer chair I don’t recognize and taking off my pullover shirt and putting on a blue, American football jersey that changed into a purple one once it was on]
I’m on my way.

In the Arena of This World

On November 18, 2022December 14, 2022 By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, Dreams, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

feature image by Mithun

Is that the dynamic?
We choir now.
He’s so little he expands your room.
Settled in myself to eat,
that’s the flavor of sadhana,
and we enhance.
It’s an inner journey.
We go for it.
It’s an inner cleaving.
We humble ourselves and do it.
It rebounds.
It grabs yah.
It’s an opening
you do when you’re hungry.
You’re hungry for God’s touch. [“Open to God’s touch” heard during darshan in the Mother’s room, and then the muse changed it as I walked down the stairs so it fit this poem that was coming as I waited for the room darshan and went through the line in and out of her room, the most of this verse, from the eat line, coming in that quiet activity on her death day]
This is the lifeline.
This is sustenance.

Try to prevent a fracture in sadhana,
a more sustained doing might do so.
I’m sure I belong there.
You’re here.
I don’t think we take the vital out of our room.
The right vital comes out.
The mystic of the flute lives on
on ocean’s rainbow.
[vision of an Indian-style key, the long variety, on the step of a concrete, light blue flight of stairs about two thirds up]
A key,
it’s hard to report
their bouncing effect.
You throw them away.
You don’t know how to use them.
You pour beer over them,
vital indulgences.
Now one comes.
Open its window.
Be there in the sky for it
all active on time.

[four visions, two side by side then the other two the same, of strange, colorful scenes I could not make out they happened so fast]
We interrupt your dream venture
to put you in touch with yourself.
You don’t know yourself.
I think you use a sadhana watch,
and they won’t fool you.
They tell it like it is.
You’re out to lunch,
and that other one’s over there
not climbing the street right.
You need each other to focus,
a small sum of human beings,
no more than a handful.
You fit.
You share similar interests.
You live in close proximity.
You can’t digital do this
as a group
come together.
Get real with one another,
nice and kind and polite,
not tryin’ to pass up one another,
not tryin’ to be mean.

[vision of Lisa, my deceased Rottweiler, curled up against an urban wall in a dog ball but her head up and looking at me, sadly]
Titties suck my dear.
You don’t get out of them what you need.
They’re not your bread and butter.
They test and try you,
as humans do.
Romantic love is hard to motion here.
I think you’re friends,
deeply connected,
why you come together,
how you come together.
You’ll recognize this in dreams.
You move on one another
in the friendship relationship of a dream.
You’re bonded.
It’s great to be together.
This gets deeper.
You family one another.
Respect this group.
Leaving it’s a soul’s choice.
It’s not based on petty arguments.
You will go to school together
learnin’ sadhana.

All your dreams come together in the group.
Everyday you share them,
work out meaning,
time.
This grows.
You do this all the time.
The inner relationship’s happenin’.
Now you go together
to sadhana central.
You want to do sadhana all the time.
A minute don’t go by without it.
It’s your mainstay.
It’s your life’s blood.
It’s what’s you’re doin’ in life.
You keep at it.
You keep goin’.

A small circle/handful of people [words spoken simultaneously]
do nothing else.
This is the basis of life.
It’s everywhere apparent.
It’s how you concentrate.
It’s there all the time,
always concentrating.
It gathers you.
It puts you in touch with yourself
so you see what you’re doin’.
No tellin’ where you are with yourself.
It could be at the beach.
It could be in metallurgy.
You could be climbin’ buildins,
playin’ in the street or in front of a crowd.
You’re always concentratin’
whatever you do.
The mind’s the game.

Now what does that what you see in your mind carry,
a present moment swirl?
You do there
concentrate.
Where do you put the bubble?
On higher than yourself.
You’re tryin’ to reach divine.
It’s the major of your focus,
connection,
contact.
You know the divine’s right there in front of you.
Keep the world relatin’ in that key,
and everything you do will be fine.
That’s the secret of sadhana.

I’m just ruined today.
Nobody knows me under.
I deal out cards
of bright shiny poems.
It’s just a reader’s poem with no readers.
Bad material I guess,
or awful writing.
My room is a way station and a promise.
I’ll hit the right note one day.
Sadhana science,
how do I show this to you?
Where do I go to show this to you?
It’s a concentration in your head
you stay clean for.
If I told you about the troubles.
I still go to college.
I got spirits in my head and they won’t go. [heard sung by The Strumbellas, “Spirits”]
You know I’m hearin’ muse.
This is a dictated poem.
You’re all fired up.

Wanna say somethin’.
It’s about the city of concentration.
I think I’m learnin’ to keep the mind quiet
not on external things,
and that time is optimized for sadhana.
These are the thoughts think about,
and you go from there,
put your own larger list together.
What is infinity?
What’s the nature of the universe?
Does God care?
What will lift my room?
Do I get larger than time?
Can I feel the feelings of another
through brands of consciousness?
What is the thought that stops thought?
Am I showin’ you how to think?
You’re up there
where thought meets the sky,
your husband.
Do you hear that?
We treasure this present moment
our thought taking us skyward,
and we are passive to that reach.
You put the perspective on that.
To those lonesome memories,
you’re naked to the eternal now.
Feel them that way.

Now we’ll repellant.
Thought gets in the way.
It’s not what you wanna do all the time.
You want to be clear certain purpose.
That’s a way of hold your mind
no words
or images.
Smoking the cigarette of thought,
chewing it out
like a stick of gum,
these are brands you wear.
They spend and they disease.
You don’t have to think.
I’m learnin’ not to.
It’s so much clearer in there.
When I go to sleep
I’m not a crybaby.
Monster in those movies.

I handle sleep.
I’m waking up on the hub of dreams.
I try to retrieve them,
or I’m writing a poem,
and it continues.
I spend my nights this way,
in a wakeup mode going back to sleep.
I get about six hours
all told,
seven
on this night and that.
My wakeup periods are long.
Like I say I’m writing muse
as the night bells ring,
or I’m layin’ there
where quiet meets my mind,
pullin’ on the length of dream.
That’s a sadhana sleep.
It gets you in touch with the day.
That’s been the content of the night,
if you know how to read your dreams.
Turn around and face tomorrow
your dreams carry you too,
and they show you yesterday
to know what’s goin’ on.
There’s just so much to dream,
but it arms you for the day.

And now you’re ready
to step out into the world
a sadhana-go-round.
Keep it simple,
keep it clean,
your honeydew in the world.
Behaviors lead to sadhana,
or they refuse it.
You’re a sadhana keeper.
Always remember that.
It won’t go away.
Like it can never reject you.
I don’t care how reprobate you are,
sadhana’s there for you.
It will carry you through the storm.
It will clean out your act.
You’ll get better because of it.
Just keep goin’.
Let it fill your room.
Don’t shy away from it
because you think it’s judging you.
It is always there to pick up.
It understands your needs
and will help you fill them properly.
It’s the intention that counts,
the attitude.
Keeping your mind quiet on the divine,
that’s your smelling salts.
It’s how you save your life.

If you’re an ordinary sucker,
you’ll have a harder time.
You gotta get naked.
You gotta take off all those clothes,
get down to your primal need
to fill your life with God.
One episode
of you are so filled,
just one time and
take this book with you for the rest of your life,
and you will do sadhana,
can’t help but to;
it’s in your nature now.

Everybody wants to know the nature of progress.
You love people,
identify with everything.
You’re not a grouch or a scrooge.
You’re good to be with,
not demanding or mean.
You listen to people.
It’s not all about you.
I don’t think you make people feel uncomfortable,
but you do challenge them
by the obvious depth you live.
You call to people,
not with your eyes your shoes.
That means you don’t mess with them.
You tend to prefer quiet
comin’ to the head,
not hours and hours of music
or all this environmental stimuli.
You like nature,
raw and clean.
Walks accompany your day,
walks through nature
where you can find it.
An animal can climb aboard.
You’re a big bucket of love
that knows how to pour itself.

This is what we know of love:
rape and murder,
and love’s right there with yah.
No one took the sign off you need to be loved.
All this spiritual growth sees that.
You love everybody you come into contact with.
You know what you love them for:
love heals things,
makes people better.
I don’t think you can fake this very much.
Spend some time with someone and see.
Alright spiritual advanced person,
let my count your love,
not anything else.
I wanna see yah love.
I think the whole point
of our spiritual shoes,
we get to know love.
A great big sadhana bring that out.

I’m a terrible husband—
this is the spiritual call.
I think sometimes it walks on your soul.
I don’t know how to explain this to you.
You’d think all would be right with the world.
You’re torn asunder.
You’re made to do things you don’t like.
They gravity of the situation just eats you alive.
You obey the call,
like I’m doin’ now.
You picked the wrong time
to blast a hole in my shoes.
I’m a servitor of divine will.
I’m servin’ everybody not sinnin’,
and here I am expose myself
to your wrath.
You’re not a noble person.
I’ve seen what you do to people.
You don’t love them atall.
So my head’s on the chopping block
the reality poem,
and here I am
giving you my bread
for the umpteenth time.
You’d think I’d had enough by now.
Anyway here it is,
a poem where you can do yourself
and make the world ring,
even if no one hears it,
and they just think the worst of you.

They’re not snow that’s obvious.
He seems to have a sadhana
that doesn’t get any kickback in return.
He doesn’t get validated
except by his team.
He is treated like everybody’s pariah.
His sadhana circle listens to him,
and others are few and far between.
He’s a real human being.
He got okay
on the wheels/wings of his sadhana. [words spoken simultaneously]
You have it now.
Reader
this is not brag or boast about.
This is the path to divine consciousness
and younger,
and you’re gonna need a little younger.
Open it.

A lot depends on the soul change.
When you’re young,
and you soul mother
in hospital,
we’re goin’ in some shockin’ of yours.
Well he quoted us all trying to see her.
You look like you losing what did you lose?
The ability to stay awake in dream.
You can’t do that,
let’s tend silly here.
It’s not your job to fight the Minotaur.
That your job,
trigger lucidity
captain this ship.
God dog does that look handsome!
Some fancy’s got you hooked.
You’re standing on the ability
to move on dreams.
Just get out of here.
Take your consciousness
and try it out.
You can go up and in from there,
up to the higher consciousness,
in to the soul.
Try it out.
See how far you get.
Obstacles determine pathway,
and you see what’s limiting you.
You really can get there from here.

Dream is a doorway
where you get started
to open the inner consciousness,
and there your sadhana rides
in its most visible form.
You need this
to survive.
Burn out early
if this is just all in your head.
The inner consciousness will take you there
to all the meanings you have missed,
to your direction of travel,
and you’ll see the divines involved with you
and get into soul things.
It’s your guidebook.
It’s your lamp.
Your teachers talk to you through there.
It’s a daily dose of miracle,
and it moves your sadhana along
a fresh start everyday.
This is the major element most sadhanas miss,
and we’re callin’ on yours
in league with the world.
I’m sure you got questions.
Begin.

Alright Donny there’s a truth to tell.
You’re bein’ spying on inside.
The thoughts get yah.
Oh she’s memorable wearin’ them thoughts.
All these thoughts on God culminate in that one.
When the bough breaks, [heard sung, nursery rhyme]
and you enter Silent Mind.
These are the memories to feel now,
the character
of enlightenment,
regardless of your pain inside,
of the happenstance of chance,
the resistance futile.
Go for it baby.

Keep the light goin’.
Don’t go to sleep.
Don’t her give up on that sadhana.
You have a world to change.
Say the same here.
We’ve got our heads out for miracles.
That’s a world line.
Can you show this to us sweetheart?
I’ll be back in about five minutes.

I’ve got tools for you.
I’m gonna use them first,
grow up Nitish.
It’s the army in the game,
and I’m a former Green Beret sergeant to show them to yah.
Not so hard on the kid,
but he’s gonna lesson.
There’s just too much soft flesh there
video game mode.
Cheerio.

This blog is not just to put my stuff on.
My blog is clear your highway.
Stop defending yourself.
What?
Skin spots are really east to spot.
You have to come over here
so I can help you.
One by one they ran away from my house.
Can’t figure out.
I had given you really good ice cream.
Her whole house was zoom zoom zoom,
and you’ve got a literature there tomorrow
to bring to temple.
Come in.

He’s Alone in There with Kids

On November 15, 2022December 14, 2022 By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, childhood education, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

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Vilifying that like he deserves to be shot.
Wait, wait, wait,
you’re officially allowed to speak.
He took me to pizza, I played the flute.
He was now.
Divine values fill my room.
I’m a nut
etched deep into the ground of being.
You won’t find me in stores.
I’m all there is.
I mean there’s only one of me.
I sudden.
I hold mops and brooms.
I clean myself first.
I have everybody to think of.
Do you know that?

It’s hard.
Everybody’s away from you.
There you are,
and I’m gone.
You’re everybody’s baby except those who find you not. [heard sung in the voice of Joni Mitchell to tune of “Carey”, the lyrics “Oh you’re a mean ole daddy but I like you”]
“The Bell Spirituality” has kicked off the game,
with your husband.
I am
very different,
a radical revolutionary.
To be honest with yah,
I want the halls of justice to come tumbling down,
schools to close.
Do it now
in my ear.

American justice,
that’s branded in shame.
It’s not like we own up to it.
Do you know what shame does to a car?
It humiliates it,
and we have no car
that gives us a good run.
They’re seething with social justice,
and we rape them
in the halls of the system.
That’s good?

Now let’s go behind bars.
You mean men,
terrible women.
Social equality here.
Can we manage them?
I think we just snake/choke them. [words spoken simultaneously]
They’re made to feel sheep.
They’re piled on one another.
We’re pressing them into the ground.
We want them to have bad feelings.
It’s a social club.
They’re down and dirty to each other.
Nowhere you can run.
You’re limited in your freedom
to a jail cell.
How’s that for size?

They sting.
They put you in touch with yourself
so you want to kill people,
rob society.
How many get out and do that?
They’re horrible places to eat.
Their food is mixed in blood.
They are encountered in shit.
We can’t get them to eat good life force.
It’s not there.
The guards emit it,
tonnes and loads of ill will.
You’re just treated badly
all along the line.
Now let’s rape and kill shall we?

I don’t think you know what you’re doin’.
It’s ugly.
It’s so stupid.
Yet you wish this on people,
either that or kill them.
You think justice is done.
You’ve just hamstrung society.
I don’t event think you see us as a society.
We’re just individuals going our own way.
You pilot them
with a gun.
Law and order
means violence.
Great you say it works.
Like it’s falling apart.
It’s never worked,
but we don’t see that.
Justice is done.
The victims feel better,
like they’re avenged,
and we tell them
they have closure,
don’t we press?

Well what does that mean?
We’ve done all the wrong things to get better.
We’ve crucified someone for their sins,
I mean to the upmost extent of the law,
and we hate them doing it.
You’re supposed to feel that way;
it’s the law.
Now let’s go to gun.
Who has it now?
And you shoot and shoot and shoot.
These are healing measures?
They took my son.
They did this to me!
Your pain is undeniable.
You must be cared for,
taken care of,
but we’d need to remind you of your humanity.
We can’t have you acting like an animal too.
You got me here?

What am I sayin’?
It’s not society we change it’s you.
Your attitudes of justice suck.
You think it’s right
to kill people
or get rid of them,
for doin’ wrong.
Of course, they’ve sinned.
Even if it makes it worse.
Even if it doesn’t work.
All the laws say so.
They’re just there to break.

You don’t change human nature with law.
You have to go to school for that.
In Saigon,
good morning.
These are American troops stationed in Vietnam.
These are American school children in their school.
Hello Vietnam!
They just rust there,
learning to oppress people,
kill their chickens,
rape their girls.
We’ll shoot them if they don’t comply,
burn down the village.
I think I saw a rifle there,
or I just wanna get mean.
We oppress and we oppress and we oppress.
I think I learned that in school.
There’s no teaching done there
on the right things in life.
It’s a mind game.

Let’s get our intellectual skills in order,
and we don’t even do that.
My what a waste school,
every single hour every single day.
We put our kids through
deeply - harming - mechanisms,
and we don’t even see it.
We put the recognition on the pedophile.
Can you see that?

Nobody knows the reality of school.
It’s a wham! bam! thank you ma’am!
I’ll open it—
systems of abuse.
No one’s happy there,
despite the location:
we’re socializing kids,
and that should be a happy project.
They have moments of school bliss,
but then a bully gets them,
or they fail a test,
any number of things
that the bliss can’t hide,
that it can’t even do away with.
We make schools like a prison house of rules.
This is a learning experience
they’re robbed of a chance to learn.
You’re not safe there.
You’re put in trouble.
Let’s pound a few heads,
that’s school curriculum
in its
we need the right answer.
Then?
They could care less the devastating effect on children
their laziness counts.
There it's meat.

Can you tell me what the three R’s mean to life
when you don’t even know how to treat people?
Let’s memorize the anatomy of a star,
take our science books and cram them
into our brain holes,
learn the math we’ll never use,
and hear the lesson
of the most intricate fields in life,
and we stand there rivals to one another,
strangers.
We just wanna get out and play.

Now there’s a mode of travel.
It just looks like play to us.
We’re not sure of it’s taco,
but we can learn that way,
innovative, creative
mind-posts
that know how to lesson the heart
and keep that animal under control
the right way.
I’m not tryin’ to take your freedom.
I have some good things for you to eat
in a background
of why don’t you ask
instead of take?
I’m socializin’.
Can we make friends?

Alright corporate manager,
your employees are getting the shaft.
Now Julie you take the role.
I think capitalism knows better
if it’s taught at school,
and climate change can find out,
and there it is.
Alright Mr. Hairy Policeman,
put down the gun.
Alright victim,
now you take the role.
You see what I’m gettin’ at.
Play.

We have a whole field to cover,
all of life’s rooms.
We can get creative,
and you know we can improve school.
Is that all we’re doin’?
I think it’s an extremely localized concept.
So much smaller matters.
We can get down to business
on a street block,
in a farm circle,
and we’re goin’ to school with neighbors, you know?
A very localized concept
would bring it down to science.
We can get our hands on it.
Spaces large enough
for a small classroom,
I think they’re probably preexisting.
You got this big den.
There’s the gym,
any number of places,
modified to fit need that’s all.

Teachers are emissaries.
They know how to spot students.
Okay, you, you and you,
let’s spend some time on algebra
or differential equations.
Can you do calculus?
I think you need the science book
in those holes in your head.
They’re trained to spot individual learners,
and that’s the secret of school.
Your inner abilities are brought out.
Where you’re geared in life,
that’s where you go.
It’s made to fit you
as the group does its thing,
and you’re in it.

You see what I’m tryin’?
This is a much better society.
It works.
It’s around the corner,
if you can put it there.
I’m seein’ it,
and I’m certainly not the only one.
Gotta get it in the zeitgeist,
and there’s a whole lot to overcome.
We have to change human beings,
whole societies of them.
You don’t know what I mean.
They can’t be changed.
It’s impossible.
Well let’s drop some acid and see.
Just kidding,
but you know,
there might be something there.

Anyway how do you change a hungry man,
an abused woman?
That’s the formula stick out.
It’s what we’ve been tryin’ to do all these years,
but we didn’t know where change bring you.
We just wanted better people,
and all our tries make us worse.
Where do we go for change?
Well, a rocket poem can help.
You know of all the arts,
poetry puts your head on.

We can sing too,
or ballet,
get down in every art.
That’s the medium our social change.
It gets the word out there
in creative heartbeats.
It moves you,
and we begin.
The right stuff,
it’s the market today
in a heartfelt poem.
Hello there.

Don’t say it—
he believes it could only be said in India,
anything we say.
What’s the wrong with you?
That’s the horrible speakin’ God.
This is the dosa mavu
that wants to put our crisis on the table.
What’s he doing?
He’s making comment.
This is what control their will,
I mean in a big time:
etched deep into the ground of being,
where we meet each other
on the ground in India,
is a horsefly;
9/11
happened in India.
Stop wearin’ that.
Your minorities don’t threaten your existence,
see some master plan
to unHindu everybody.

The part that I played,
I was tryin’ to get the world to see itself.
Fact cutters,
that came the other day
to throw me outta my room,
and I belong there,
and I’m an American
living in India.
I’m a parent there
outspoken in my room.

You outta see it.
You can’t be
any kind of whistleblower
2022.
One second.
I want all rice.
I want the world to end
it’s regional languages rule the day.
I want to believe in humanity.
You got me dog?
That was the doctor.
Forget something.
Somebody call me a monster—
I’m gonna make you pay;
you process
the abuse of children.

For one thing I wouldn’t hurt them.
No, but I have a plan.
Vietnam,
I wanted to get into the thought good.
A police car is outside. [spoken in the voice of Mithun in a vision where he’s coming in from the balcony saying that, and I’m going to see if one is]
This is dangerous.
Can you respect that?
What’s the point of it?
There you have it,
a poem to change minds.

I Share Children with Her

On November 13, 2022December 14, 2022 By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, childhood education, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

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You give healing meat its substance.
You’re way out there,
right in the slot of truth.
I don’t think anyone understands this.
You’re a miracle:
nobody’s touched you;
all the help you get.
You really show people somethin’.
Most people don’t know it’s there.
They’re too based in ordinary.
Okay we climb mountains,
keep goin’,
just press on.
We’re goin’ somewhere.
I hoped you a-l-w-a-y-s thought me u-g-l-y,
you thought me friend. [this and above line heard sung in the voice of Don Williams to tune of "You're My Best Friend"]
Our best teacher,
we’re talkin’ soul.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Think Oil.
You hear soldier.
Oh man you don’t stink.
You’re chasin’ a good one.

Okay you got the preamble.
I would like soul need determine time.
I want to talk on the level of soul.
Where do we bring this out?
Is it evident anywhere?
How do we talk about soul?
Do we meet it with the divine?
Where’s it goin’?
Where’s it come from?
How long it’s been?
Does it explain us?
What is about soul that makes its process?
Does it rule time?
Where can it be found?
Is it perfect?
Can we touch it?
How does it find us?
Is that all there is?
How do you add it to the program?
Can we say it’s substance?
How big is it?
Does it search us?
What are its parameters?
Can we get at it?
Is it Black,
or would all colors fit its lifestyle?
Is it here among us?
When does it die?
Is it our only project?
How did it get here?
How do we communicate with it?
Does it know us
as the thing that does?
Is it our true nature?
Is this soul a concept or a divine?
And we go round and round.
The soul asks more questions than it answers,
but we can look at it.
Can you?

It’s here.
I think it’s from another planet.
It’s put us on.
That planet’s another sphere,
the reality behind reality.
We are its goalkeepers.
We fumble ourselves all the time.
We don’t know how to do it,
take soul and measure up.
It’s the substantial reality behind us.
It’s put itself here.
I think that’s phenomenal existence.

The soul is a dome
phenomenal existence fits inside.
It was here first.
I don’t think we cant touch it with our hands.
It’s not the reality we see.
It’s got our backing.
Where do individual souls fall in?
Let’s say they’re here.
This is not pepper spray.
You can help put ‘im on
that things might get hurt.
This is the ballpark.
Hello soul—
this is an individual flavor of existence.
It’s got cans on it.
They go through time.
That’s the flavors it carries around.
It’s expressing your life.
See the flavors?

All these tunes
express our life to us.
So many layers to the soul.
It’s a great big getaway.
There’s nothin’ else to it;
it’s the ground of its own being.
It represents us in time,
and we are representative figures
of this thing called soul.
We express it everyday,
and our body is its leeway.

A deformity,
an ugliness,
awful, isn’t it?
You’ve needed that to get along.
If you look at the world as a container,
that doesn’t fit.
All things are expressive of soul,
even the ugliness.
The world touches you there
like it’s probing you.
Awful, isn’ it?

Keep going.
This expresses you,
the dynamics of this life.
You’re carrying that with you
for an example set.
You have to learn from this example.
It’s so pressing,
and it’s so physical.
I think everybody knows I love little boys.
How ugly is that?

I am one case where the focus
bounced off the movie.
Sure enough he was.
I came to souls in the room.
They were everywhere.
Try fucking a soul.
They don’t want you to do that.
You don’t abuse a soul.
You just don’t.
It’s the basis of reality.
It’s got bigger than life.
There’s no abuse possible.

Are you expressing soul when you abuse somebody?
You’ve stopped doing it
a soul becomes visible.
We are all relating souls.
They transcend time.
You cannot harm them.
Violation is impossible.

Life is a field for the soul to work out deities.
The human soul is not divine.
It’s something more fundamental.
It’s the substance of deity.
We don’t hinder it
as it brings deity to the human room.
It’s expressive of deity.
It helps us put that on.
That’s our purpose here.

Can you see the soul bringing up life?
This is the arisal of everything.
The substance of soul has a field to play.
It’s putting on itself
in ever increasing rooms.
I don’t think you can touch bottom
of the soul’s play.
Can you imagine infinities within infinities within infinities?

And here we are in our room.
So much accompanies us,
so much to do.
Where do we go with this?
Towards the substance of soul.
We layer ourselves.
What has made it to the surface
is a little play in time,
this little portion of us
we so mistakenly confuse with us.
It has all of us behind.
My God the soul,
it’s there in the room
the container of existence.

Jerrycans of abuse,
I was the orphanage.
That’s our predicament here.
We’re bastard children
a mommy and a daddy have left behind.
We can’t see our divine parents.
Divine origins allude us.
We only know we’re here
getting spanked by time,
clusterfucked.

We don’t know how to stop abusing one another.
We just don’t know how to help one another.
This is a horrible place.
It’s a prison house.
It just sucks us,
and time’s got its finger up our ass.
Dry, lifeless orgasms
is where life meets us.
We are probed.
I say again we are probed.
Our greatest joy can turn to pain
in the happenstance of death
everywhere surprises us.
We are dangerous keepers.
We can’t trust anyone.

Real amateurish
your whole monstrous tirade.
No, and I like it,
but I’m waking up.
The policy of monsters
we are bring to ourselves.
Are you really waking up?
Jeremiah 19:9 the most monstrous of all.

Do you know what?
The city didn’t rush in to defend you.
I’m curios to know why it didn’t.
You’re a monster.
They are making names
to make sense of their city.
It’s purple passion
not heart attack.
I had a hate here with wine.
This is the poison we all drink,
to be to ourselves our city is good.

Now are you ready for Christmas?
And here comes the soul.
That’s what keeps us together,
keeps us from falling apart.
It’s music you hear on the radio
when the world had just caved in,
and you know that song's talking to you
everything’s gonna be okay.
It’s that sudden smile you get
from some perfect stranger,
and it’s like a kiss from Heaven
because the rain has come.
It’s your mommy’s warm hands
washing your tender parts
not wanting anything for herself,
and you are seven or eight.
It’s an ice cream truck
comin’ round the corner,
and you have just enough for a cone.
It’s the great big beautiful sun
shining down on you
like you mean somethin’.
It’s the breeze
wiping the sweat off your face,
and you have just run.
It’s the lovely afternoon
your family sang,
and you will never forget those moments.
It’s your father’s satisfied hands,
and you’re his little boy in them
wanting so to be like papa.
I’ve embroidered soul
where life keeps you,
and it’s good.
This is the backup plan.
This is our special moment.
This can ride the day
if we lean forward
and let the soul lead.

It’s all about soul,
the house of life.
I’m afraid
the depths you have to go to find that
are deeper than the world.
You hear that
these are possible inner journeys.
You go inside,
consciously, thoroughly,
until you reach soul.
Did you know you can find it?

A conscious arm
you fall into it.
I think unconsciously we arrive there often,
else we would die I’m afraid
cut off from soul.
We have to come up for air.
This world is a heavy dress.
We take it off
in moments sublime of dreamless sleep.
I bet you didn’t know that noon.

In raw material sleep
we can find the drop off point of matter
and soul dream
larger than time.
We have journeyed to the soul.
It’s not a substance material make.
It’s the first substance of Spirit,
and it’s got no bookends to it.
A receptacle of our Spirit open and true,
that’s the phenomenon of soul.
This is the causeway.
This brings us to Ourself.
This brings us to the divine meeting in the room.
May come some horses
with some contrary will.
Yeah exactly.
What is adequate?
Is that adequate
in the fatal moment,
in the fatal heartbeat here?
Soul expressive of deity,
that’s meaning
that has us all by the horns.
Cans.
Go ahead drive her,
drive her over.
Pay attention to people.
You want a soul
happen so matter of fact.

Now let’s come back.
We have to put on soul.
If you sat regular times…
Bruno!
You always have to watch out for Bruno.
He’ll take your underwear off.
You have to do a preacher’s build.
You check in
and withdraw.
You look out,
and the watch ends
on visible things.
You have to come together on soul.
You have to see beyond life.
There,
it has your hand.
Let it lead you now.

You have to get somewhere in life.
The soul is your regard.
It will take you to deity.
It will remove all obstacles.
It’s your great ship.
It’s the navigator.
It comes to you in dreams
and exercises the world
tonight,
and you can see things clearly.
We help it along
by being ourselves.
That’s Alpha Zero,
enlightenment stark.
This is its great evolution path,
and we are fingers of its evolution.

We do not abandon us,
and we help each other clearly
when we come together on soul.
There’s where the abuse stops.
There’s where we know our promise,
for it is the soul that leads us.
The soul we are,
the substance of ourselves
leading ourselves.

I’ve called on you tonight
to be the witness of soul.
It is bigger than leeway.
It is so much bigger than time.
It’s us in the ground of us.
No gap, no divide,
prevents it from helping us.
It’s here.
It is only blindness separates us from it,
and check it out in a poem.
You know I’ve opened your eyes.
Should end right there,
I’ve told you violence.
I just turned and turned around and saw the soul.

I’m Sorry, I Made That

On November 10, 2022December 14, 2022 By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

feature image by Donny

An opportunity
Kozar. [vision of a mean-looking person coming to a line of people and slapping someone near the front of the line so hard they fall to the ground and then doing the same to someone towards the end of the line]
He didn’t quit.
‘Cause you make it,
you always make it.
This is not a spiritual Disney Land.
This is not great,
but it has awareness in it.

I’m feeling the world.
I’m feeling my own inadequacies.
I love my dog.
This is great,
such warm sunshine,
and my little boy,
he carries my heart around on his sleeve.
I carry his form around in my eyes.
He’s wonderful to look at.
Those are my propellers,
and I love to be successful with them:
that little boy gets what he needs,
that Rottweiler.

I measure my life by this,
how successful I am with people.
Do we all stand here?
He’s form to look at,
that one sittin’ there.
It must be Himself,
the divine in the room,
all the way to God.
This is not just some form in my head.
Oh my God it’s God,
tangible, real.

How do I count this to you?
I don’t think it’s possible.
Ultra-dimensions pass on through each other
and come hold hands with my life,
like they know me.
That street sign,
it has my name on it.
That t-shirt
beat the impossible.
See that beggar?
Hump that one.
And God waves at yah.
It comes and goes.
India is the attitude of the divine.
You’re not gettin’ it.
It would not be an information folder.
It’s not a belief system.
I’m right there.
I’m not shaking like a leaf.
12 o’clock
I can see divine process,
and you’re saying probably the hardest thing to say:
you’re meeting deity on your terms.

This is not major broadcast news.
Who wants to hear about it?
I stand, I see, I know God.
It’s not like you think,
all fire and brimstone.
It’s love.
The patience They have can move mountains.
I’m all stacked up God,
individual deities in the room too.
They just love yah to death.

How do we measure Them?
Okay I’m human, You’re divine,
and let’s get this point across.
Come here—
like my Rottweiler I can’t say no.
They hand me.
It’s wonderful.

Okay you can’t see Them.
How do I call out to you?
You’re my bro, see.
They are not yet my next of kin.
It’s this gulf/divide. [words spoken simultaneously]
They come here in representation.
Representation divides my room.
I can’t bite the hand that feeds me,
but it’s all aglow.

What do we do with all this see?
Show it to yah.
You’ll deny it.
You won’t like it.
But the mountain has some of yah,
if you’re wide awake,
and God’ll think you’ll die,
you can’t hold ‘im.

I would take you to summer school.
Hop on my bus.
It’s crowded.
Who will my drink companion?
I’m lookin’ at an empty bus.
Well here’s lookin’ at yah kid.
I’m all full of deity.

Why can’t I transform?
Okay, I’m still in ordinary consciousness.
What’s the deal?
Flash floods,
people just crowd me out of God.
They’re my touchy-feely reality.
I have to live with them.
It gets bigger all the time,
the living room of embodied existence,
I mean the people interacting with mine.
Okay, get rid of it.
That’s not possible.

I have to live up to you,
and Douglas I do.
That’s my partner.
Where do we go with all this human?
You can’t tell ‘em you’re out to lunch.
All this density defies deity,
or does it?
Density of human being,
can we control that?

Density of human being we can get better.
We can put everybody at their stations
and have a crowded room to ourselves,
when our very own room is impossible.
I know how to do that with that boy,
put him to his whatever.
This takes timing and security.
You have to know when to go in
and realize you’re safe to do that.
You’re buildin’ walls
that don’t keep people out as much as you in.
You see the lighter?

Instructing my house,
arguably a bit more busy than yours.
I think the magic has to go to the transformation.
We’re opening divine consciousness.
It’s the deity in the room.
Oh and speaking of which,
for love of Rottweiler
I do not control this poem.
Do you know how lovely a Rottweiler is?
I’m here for deity.
I mean I must be.
I wanna be.
It’s not happenin’.

They’re there for me.
All the dogs burst through the door,
have joined me on the bed.
Oh those dogs.
Now listen,
I’m giving you instructions I’m gettin’.
Bruno’s eating a pair of shorts.
Bruno!
A blow by blow poem. [actually describing events in my room as they happen]
Now take this job and shove it.
Can we trust divine process?
It’s so large.
It destroys us.

Alright poet clear the room.
I’m not killin’ yah.
Even when it’s got our good at heart,
it makes us lift the human race higher than we are
every time we say the word.
I’m expressive of deity.
I am so expressive of human.
Everything’s a divine moment you see.
I can’t get over it.
I’m gonna go pet my Rottweiler.
There are no complications there.

A reader is left wondering what to do,
and you know I’m listenin’ too.
Turn God into slime,
or silly putty,
just stay sober.
I’m gonna
go to every page of this diary.
I’m not gonna be a fool.
I’m gonna put my relations on rightly:
stand back and see God,
all the time.

Weird Alf,
take it from here.
Oh no it’s terrible.
You know I’m talking about mocking videos,
Auroville infighting,
all this irony,
all these videos.
Sit down.
Well he has never failed on your science test.
Wait his test.
You’ll get caught up in something,
and you’re not the angel in the room.
We say nobody’s perfect.
What we mean is
wow, nobody’s good.

Now, starting with the elementary school,
we’re gonna look through that door.
Where gonna look
at God see there.
It has a hand on your life
that your dog can show you.
You can put your foot down,
and the dog knows you’re his master,
or you can look at that tea kettle.
It’s an attention grabber.
Now we can go to that military tank.
No it’s not aimed at us.
It’s protection.

How do we find God?
Well I’ve given you the first number:
I made a mistake.
It happens to the best of us.
I’m having one
big relationship
with the world through God.
Now listen,
you have to pick God up somehow.
It’s not done by books and tea stories.
There are no other eyes but God,
and that’s half the equation.
God sees even without eyes.
It’s not a blind relationship.
You’re all over it.
You’re there in the midst.
Peel back the walls.

Boy double field have I done.
I don’t know, a counter offensive.
Take back the city of Kyiv.
We’re military commanders.
We’ve got to get our capitol straight.
That’s the only thing holding us up for war.
The military is on my side.
We let the divine victory go ahead.
This is major defeat for the enemy.
You can’t give them soosh anymore,
that sudden life force
they get from bad relations.
These are not human creatures.
They’re the anti-divine.

Fuck all this raincoat.
That’s a blow off statement.
I’m a pop singer.
I’m going to bring you down to science.
God is not cultivated clay.
God is right there in your room.
You can’t get nothing out of Him.
You’re a pauper when it comes to purpose.
You have no burning need.
Notice God is there
when life can’t go on without Him.
This is an apple yard.
I don’t think despair has you by the throat.
You’re not in hell on earth.
That’s another kind of find Him.

You’re really restricted.
There is no room for you in society.
You try to keep up appearances.
You can’t define yourself.
You plainly see your inadequacies,
and you need help.
This is beyond human repair.
I wonder to suicide,
or I’m scarin’ to Mexico.
It’s got so bad he wants to bring something back.
These are the circumstances to bring God into my life.
I don’t care about the double feelings.
God to come in.

You wanna contact with the two brothers.
I pick the color O’Neill. [spoken in Douglas’ voice]
Taste sweet.
I think gonna sell the island.
You mean he’s gonna be known by the public?
Did he bite you?
No he didn’t. [vision of Nitish running off a street dog with a stick, and it seemed like it bit him, but it didn’t. I’m speaking the two lines to him in the vision]
There is protest.
There is this one
say it here,
and I watch while the balloon take me.
But you'd probably think it bites living in an Amish paradise. [heard sung by Weird Al, “Amish Paradise”]
It was God don’t wanna tell yah.

Where do we rose the poem,
an Amish simplicity in Auroville?
I think we’re talking to everybody.
Great Thou art.
No need to wear homespun clothes,
get all down and dirty
in fixin’ crops.
You can be an urbanite,
or not.
Where we come simple is God.
He’s the keeper
of our relationships human.
We look at all things through Him.
Can you envision this?

Now fight that crowd
God in the flesh.
We are only meeting ourselves.
Nobody has it right in Auroville.
Divine consciousness came.
I think you all spit on it.
Is there anyone on earth that doesn’t?
Few of you.

On top of Auroville
divine process happens.
You would not like to know I’m there.
I’m sorry,
this happens.
An Amish simplicity round house,
I’m doin’ the best I can.
Could you meet me up there?

Where Is the Kid’s Everyone?

On November 6, 2022November 10, 2022 By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, childhood education, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

You don’t write your name because you like it.
You write your name because your name.
He slowly started talking.
He does it, constitutes show up,
and then he just grab bags them.
They’re comin’.
This is principle player.
You’re talkin’ about everything.
Expect a long, drawn out pause before they come.
This is huge.
Will I get kicked off the team?
Almost but you bring us there,
to the startling conclusion of love,
and continue.

A change in life’s habits,
in life’s valleys,
we have a little stand it moving in.
Let’s eliminate fish.
This is a full blown boy.
He’s sharin’ a room with me,
and we share a bed together,
at least once a week,
and we go bathe together.
This since he was three.
He’ll be 11 next month.

We’ve grown up together.
I’ve learned how to handle children
in my bedroom,
so they don’t freeze,
and I’ve grown up right alongside him.
I know he’s worthy of the attention
God gives.

The divine his here,
the principle keeper in the room.
You think I’m joking?
Hear all this poetry.
If that’s not proof enough,
then read it.
You hear him here while I write it?
I mean the little boy.
We go round and round about the sound down when I write,
or he’s in my arms as I write,
writing softly,
except when I’m in bed riding sleep,
alone with my poetry myself
not bothered by boy.
He’s the sourcebook for the poetry,
for years.
This is a challenge record,
and I’ve lived up to the challenge,
and I’ll live up to it again tomorrow night too.

We share life together,
and we’re in that form of union
where two halves make a whole.
It’s led to so much creativity.
I am the background of his thoughts.
He’s the background of my letters to the world.
We spur together
world union.
This is high noon.

He is not one dimensional.
He can hold the world
on his tongue.
He can see enlightenment coming next.
He knows he’s the son of God,
and his dream explains the symbol.
Hagrid came to him in a dream and told him.
Told our Rottweiler Luna too
they were sons of God.
Harry Potter would be proud/shamed. [words spoken simultaneously]
No one has ever read those books.
No one’s ever understood those books.
Can we get at divine kids growing up?

How far is your divinity?
Nitish is learnin’ he’s got one,
he’s a divine being
in the making.
The dog Luna,
she puts on her human first,
which she did in the dream.
That’s her divinity.

Can I tell you stories
of what this boy and I mean together?
He’s here for a quickening
to get at that divine element in each of us.
I’m here to become normal.
I will perhaps
become a human being
that realizes spiritual enlightenment,
Wait and see.

What’s you do,
be the hero
with what you’ve confounded human?
I’m not talkin’ blister kids.
I take him for a ride
on the sunshine in his life.
I am so open with him
I give him my name.
I’m giving him my dream.
It’s a terrible dream.
All this poetry writing stuff
arrives to us from dreams.
It’s a dream maker’s query,
and it just won’t leave you alone.
You suffer for it.
You have to live up to its value.
It’s got God on it.
You can’t fool God.

That boy has some high shoes
he’s gotta grow into.
I’m teaching him muse,
showin’ him the ways of poetry,
and that begins at first with thought.
You hold the world a poet,
look deeply into symbol everything.
Representative,
wow, we go to town on that one.

A little boy is blind you say.
Now can you see the world?
It’s so beautiful
I just guess.
Oftentimes I’m lookin’,
and somethin’ in the world smiles
somethin’ more than the world at me.
I’m in the shadow of mystery because I’m in a kid’s glow.
The whole world speaks to me.
It’s around me all the time
I mean somehin’.
I spur with this.
I smile back at God with this.
Thank you rainbow.
Thank you thunderstorm.

I’m just a guest at a party
seein’ the world.
I have these deep feelins inside.
I can’t make them room.
I don’t know what they’re there for,
but they give me such a buzz.
I know why a dog barks.
It’s his smile
on the rest of things
no dog can see,
and my God I love to shout
that same mystery.
Kid bliss you call it.
You just don’t know.

Poor little,
stupid child:
you don’t think I know what you think of me?
I’m with a man you know.
He is my best man,
and I am his best man.
I’ll give you that number.
The wedding is us walking together
to the engineer of life.
What you doing,
sayin’ I don’t belong with him?
You got problems with reality?

Soon I’ll be old enough to drive
him to a destination.
Until we become a popular notion,
you would get in our way if you could.
I think this is paradise.
It’s so lovely inside.
You just hear about it and say “Oh no.”
Entertainment,
he’s the surprise
you thought you’d missed,
the window
that gave you room to breathe.
I—love—this—man.
That’s my destination,
the direction of the poet.

I’m just chicken soup,
and I rust in buckets for you?
Where were you the night I was born?
This man was there
at the hospital.
He’s the reason my parents met.
He’s been there all my life.
I surprised everybody
with his name
the first time I spoke.
I was so excited to see him.
I had baby pants then.
He's my shelter from the storm.
He’s my special friend.
He will always hold me
and wipe the world out of my eyes
when it has stung me.

I knew I had it,
enough patience with him to draw
his meaning on my page,
that little boy’s time.
The Gods have given us room.
The Gods have been there for us
when we’ve needed their handles.
It’s all in a days work
on the origins of the Gods,
on where they come from.
I am not ashamed of him.
See this ice cream and ticket place?
They got made a long time ago.
Remove the sexual abuse,
and a man and boy’s love will look like this.
It can get bigger all the time.
It can help save the world.
Are we wrong to do this?
Are we just full of each other?
You see the world in us,
don’t you?

If you’re too lazy to try yourself,
get someone to climb for you—
Leonardo da Vinci.
Oh, are we lookin’ at a pederast,
a young boy lover?
History will never answer the question.
It’s too biased against pedophiles.
I’m in deep water here.
Would Socrates condemn me?
I don’t think Alexander the Great would.
Who’s calling the shots?
Shut up.

Now that we’ve looked at an edifice of Western civilization,
let’s tear it down.
You’re jokers.
You simply cannot handle reality.
It enrages you.
They were seven days without food.
We interrupt this grocery store.
Are we close to a nuclear bomb?
We’re just showin’ yah the time bomb,
and let’s talk about the general pedophile.
He’s got this heart enemy,
against himself.
There’s no remedy.
He’s not gonna do it,
quit grabbin’ kids.

Let’s take our successful at it and give it to him.
Are we sure we’re successful?
The boy lover’s around because of you.
You are blind to sexual origins,
but it will never go out of style,
messin’ with your kid’s BB gun,
and he’s seven or eight
and can’t remember you did,
but there’s no blood and confusion.
The delusion’s on first.
The baby’s erection
is like major
guilty camera.
Your hand turned it on.

Do you want any milk?
I’ve been unpacking.
I snapped ‘im out of it.
You’re not gonna believe this.
The road handles there a long time.
I got this 10-year-old.
I started putting pressure on him.
Why did you do that?
Slightly effeminate his was,
quite possibly gay.
His ear in the refrigerator.
Good morning doctor.
Well high softy what’s you doin’?
I’m gonna determine this kid’s smile.
I’m waiting for you to tell me it was very representational
my hand on that gun
back in his early years.
We hear the non-pedophile speak.

Does he speak?
Not properly I’m a minority comin’ to you.
There are too many factors on their land,
and they’ve been told to shut up so many times.
They just deal with it.
I’m not gonna be able to do it,
say FM.
Imagination,
that’s your answer to everything.
You will imagine the worst of me.
I’m sorry,
but I don’t do that,
be a bastard to this kid.
Know what’s gone wrong.
I’ve played hide and seek
with put your milk on the camera.
Puts the milk on you.

Look at that little child—
don’t tell me anything about freedom.
You mine.
What did you want to separate from my good answer?
Your bad.
I’m not a bad boy.
You attack everything with sex.
There’s a couple of really poignant movies
we can look at you with.

Thambi,
we’re not going to rape your home
with deodorant.
We just want to know you’re not harmed.
Literally I’ll come here:
shopping window.
Which understanding do I buy?
So much space.
I’m not used to explosive articles talking back.
I’m not used to anything out of the ordinary.
I can time with you.
Just give me a second.

That’s how we build bridges.
We try.
I will sell you green.
That’s why you slipped on our paper.
You thought purple.
Smart hold
we have on one another.
It’s not to do us in.
Can you just let us breathe,
keep your armies out of this?
You want that boy to grow up unashamed of you.
You don’t want to be the violators of his life.

Almost got it,
we have a childhood together.
We’re on our way
to the room
where you keep us
in high standing.
You’re seein’ it now.
It’s our standing room.
Where is the kid’s everyone?
If you think I could answer you,
that’s what I have done.

We are children in my society:
whatever makes him safe,
as long as it doesn’t hurt his practice with life,
as long as it gives him the dignity to stand up
and say, “Leave me alone,”
as long as it’s not against the body’s love,
and that boy’s being cared for,
as long as it let’s us be ourselves
and doesn’t force us to comply
with normalcy,
as long as it’s not to suspicion
you apply the benefit of the doubt,
as long as it’s got us at heart,
our needs,
and Mr. Enforcer
is not just in control.
Remember what you said last night.
You wanted the world free.
Isn’t though,
we are?

I apologize.
I thought you was gonna be disappointed
you didn’t have to report,
you didn’t have to admit,
wrong action.
Here I’ll give this to yah:
your successor.

Everybody’s lookin’ for a divine moment.
Families they graft you to the tree
of you stay with us boy.
We’ve got to get down to our human
that brings us to divinity.
A group can do that,
if it’s not messin’ around with time.
It has a gilded purpose:
get down to that human divine.

We talk about it everywhere:
let’s get down to business, shall we?
Families just raise ships
that sail on society’s waters.
We need a larger society.
Little bitty intimate groups can do that,
research this in us
and bring it around to happen.

I belong to such a group.
So does Nitish.
We are four members human,
and we can go to six if you count dogs.
One’s on the other side.
We go all the way to society together,
on a podcast share our dreams.

The boy’s not the only thing behind me.
This group is my backbone.
One day it will be the larger ship
we sail society on,
these little groups soul arranged.
I don’t think you can put them together individually.
They form on their own,
as soul calls them,
all around time.
You know you have one
when you dream together
this ship is going somewhere.

It’s all about the inner process.
It’s an inner look
to see if it’s there.
It’s a sadhana circle/dream group.
The boy and me,
our relationship is in the context of that.
It’s chosen in awesomeness.
We shop in soul values.
You’ll know it when you see it:
its fruits,
its way with time.

I’m sorry I’ve explained beyond your poem.
I’m trying to get at being human,
and that’s the thing to do here,
arise.
You’ll fill me with smoke,
camouflage my words like it’s your purpose,
and try to remove me from view.
We have larger purpose,
and unorthodox does that
when the norm rejects our larger purpose.
Me and this boy love each other.
We are contributors to time.
We are not imposing on you
a rule to follow.
We just want to be accepted as the natural boundary we are.

Don’t strong arm us
to a bunch of nonsense.
Don’t cut off our heads
to satisfy yourselves
we need to be controlled.
I assure you
you do.
Human evolution is in danger in your hands.
You won’t allow for variation,
but could you let this one through?
Now go back to sleep.
I’ll call yah in the morning.

Can we communicate hate?
I am so in love with you
I’m doin’ all this explain.
Pardon me if I don’t see your divinity see.
The divine in man
is such a secret to unfold,
any way you look at it.
Come on.

19% I appreciate it.
No touch about it.
I didn’t deserve to die.
You kill most of us.
This small percentage you set free.
How did I arrive at this number?
A golden muse told me.
I’m the number that doesn’t hurt children.

Okay you ready for me?
I don’t think you know how many pedophiles there are.
It’s not openly admitted,
but there are more of us than meets the sky.
We are millions.
You want to know how to handle us.
Give us gatekeepers,
a spokesperson or two
on the pedophile's side but not a molesting pedophile.

Do I have the strength?
I’m your attitude:
don’t shut the hell up
until the world is saved!
You know those climate keepers do that,
but they’re not seein’ the problem:
we have to be human with one another.
We can’t treat anyone like dirt.
They get down and dirty.

Now let’s wipe pedophiles off your list
as the hate receptacle for mankind.
Molest that child!
And we hear your hate.
Dehumanize no one,
and humanity comes to each of us
as this spreads through society
the way we treat people.

An hour ago
you had dreams like you were full of shit.
What’s happenin’?
This is just dealing with his Belfast.
This is not a time measurement.
It makes it so much more pertinent
to what I’m showin’ you now.
Why would you think this is a confession?
I haven’t always been a good pedophile,
and I really feel that.

Now can we deal with today?
I can communicate for you
the utter necessity of having children
and keeping them safe and warm
from our energies.
You just baby children,
but that’s beside the point.
I’m not gonna put this out there
to be this little sheep begging for mercy.
You’d go wild.
And we’d kill you.
I’m going to be as big as time.
They had an apartment store.
They had an apartment.
We shine a light on everybody.
To your places everyone,
and here you’re accepting ours.

A Flavor Drop the Gun

On November 4, 2022December 5, 2022 By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, childhood education, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

Reality sucks—
someone who has not been initiated into the mysteries,
the world’s suckless stuff.
There is just so much to reality.
It’s not slow motion.
It’s got things on it.
A dog licking your feet can be paradise
leanin’ down on yah,
the boy snuggled up to you
a ballon
of how the Earth feels
in sun’s arms,
the writing of a poem
the feelings of the universe
taking note
it’s good to be alive.
Shut up,
I don’t trust you/believe you. [phrases spoken simultaneously]
Reality sucks, doesn’t it?

I was in his pencil box.
I think that’s the only thing you look at.
Walt Disney,
can we say he had fingers?
Of course he did.
He just didn’t put ‘em in his movies.
He wasn’t concerned with reality.

Now where do we look at to be true?
This is a strange one:
I’m molten lava;
I make the world a better place.
This man’s sexual sins,
his penis as it looks at children,
Krakatoa.

My God the music in this program,
it sets the world straight.
Read a few poems and see.
Can we heal pedophilia?
Can we change the world?
I hold you accountable on this blog!

I’ve pulled down my social media pants
and given you something to think about.
Where does reality lie with us?
It’s bigger than sin,
our existence.
I call you on your shots.
You take the world and make it a paper-mâché.
You take a black kidney and throw it away.
You don’t know how to face reality.

I’m on your gun.
You just squeeze people,
take them in the social room and make them comply.
You are not concerned with what works better or what works best.
You want people to believe you/obey you. [phrases spoken simultaneously]
You think I’m talking to a police officer’s gavel,
or the lawmakers.
Can we address society?
Blog reader,
don’t get angry,
but
you’re the society I’m talking to.

And you thought Big Brother’s a government.
Flag my blog.
Bring us to the border with this.
This is terrible.
Nobody’s ever a piece of paper.
We are living, breathing, human beings,
each trying to make sense out of life.
I’ve taken my disorder and done just that.
I’ve gotten at the world that way.
I’ve figured out things,
taking my penis as a flashlight.

Tell me that’s not the quick of our social selves,
the genital stick up.
It brings heart matters to bear.
It lollipops the whole world.
It gets us clean,
if you dare
to shine God with it.

Am I making you sorry
you’re such principle ass keepers?
I can show you how to be human,
and you don’t rob anyone
of their meaning in time.
You only rob meaning to rob meaning.
This is America.
We look down the gun at pedophiles,
and my don’t the world believe us?
We don’t care how spiritual you.
You have no right to say anything.

I don’t think you know the Apostle Paul,
for surely if you’re not Christian,
you’ve been raised in a Christian country.
How many Christians did he kill,
before he outshined Jesus as the principle Bible teller?
Would if he killed children?
You know I’m talkin’ executions.

Now tell me I’m dirt,
and redemption’s impossible.
I think you killed Jesus.
Wasn’t he a victim of sexual sin?
And they shot him for it.
I’m sorry I don’t believe in your goodness,
in your virtue.
I think you’re just as mean as me,
when I held a boy down and ruined his life,
and he cried.
What did I say?
How detached from reality I was.
I couldn’t feel his pain.
I’ve wanted to apologize.

You don’t know where we have to go
to heal this thing called human.
We have to get down into the blood,
into those spaces where we are cut off from one another,
where human doesn’t fit,
animal reigns.
Somehow we have to transform those moments.

How to bring people there?
We have to get down into humanity’s stuff.
And do we do that with Hitler killing Jews?
It’s an example we wear
to try to stop this among us.
How many Jews say that?
Where are Jews today?
Still under the gun.
You don’t want them there,
and you want to protect children,
and you want no more atrocities.
Am I right?

Where do we go?
I’m showin’ yah.
Will you just listen and not shoot.
Will you be there for me too?
It’s a reality seer,
the direction of our travel.
Will you see that?
Will you know it’s there?

Survivalist,
I’m so sorry I failed the test.
You don’t know what I’m doin’.
You just think I’m a piece of paper.
I’m taking my very life and placing it in your hands.
I’m obeying God.
I can’t get any bigger than that.
I have the greater love.
I’m not sorry for it/ashamed of it. [phrases spoken simultaneously]
It’s not a box office hit.

I think you’ll shoot me for it,
but I’ve given you the formula for world change.
This poem is just the beginning.
Have you seen it yet?
There is no one we cut off from humanity
if you don’t want anyone cut off from their humanity.

I can’t say this loud enough.
I need you to see reason and the purpose of Jesus,
come to terms with your humanity.
It’s a rising sun.
It doesn’t hurt people
that wipe away guns from your eyes.
It stays away from harm altogether,
if it can help it.
Can I reach you?
Can this just be the two of us sharin’ bread?
I’ve put my life on the line.
Is that worth nothing,
the sacrifice?

I got this house
full of living people inside,
and I love them all.
I’m a house keeper,
and I field house.
It’s my primary reality,
where I spend the most of my time.
They don’t know I’m under the gun.
I don’t defeat them.
I’m their Santa Claus,
and a whole handful are dogs.
They are so innocent.

What are you going to do with that,
tear out everybody’s hearts there?
I want you to know the people you kill,
if you should surrender to armed impulse
to uphold a reality you don’t live up to.
Now I continue with my life,
even if you don’t mercy me.
I do not know what God has in store,
but I think Jesus died on the cross so I don’t have to.
Tell me you only feel outrage.
Tell me that’s all you feel.

You’re alarmed over me.
I don’t think you’ve gauged a piece of paper correctly.
I am not the danger one here.
You are the gun.
You are not lawlessness.
You’re something worse.
The force of good in law
you turn to slay.

I haven’t had a chance to say this:
how we doin’?
If I just spit on you,
feeding time.
I really wanna make you happy with yourself.
I want to show you goodness that does not kill.
I want to hold your hand
and give you a reality that doesn’t suck.
Open up to the depths of life.
Get out of right and wrong.
We’re up there
in the sky
in splendid love.
Can you meet me there?
Can you come to my garden?
I’ve planted so many roses for you.
Read each one.

Hi Luna.
Are we nuts?
Hi Lisa.
My Rottweilers I’m showin’ yah.
I’m in the way with them.
They finish me off.
I am so in love with them it hurts.
I worry over their human.
It’s my job with them.
I’m bringing them to us.
I think some know of the possibility.

There, I hold a boy’s hand
in a Rottweiler’s fur.
It’s such a clean love.
All that beauty,
I don’t need to take it and eat it.
Regal a Rottweiler is,
standoffish
in Time’s Square,
but I can get into some lovin’, you know?

This change,
a boy is glad and bears it.
He doesn’t have to hold himself there
a freight train.
He gets that good love a Rottweiler gives,
and they just steal your heart.
No here Luke,
follow Us.
This is brain,
the trail towards enlightenment,
come boy. [heard sung, my voice and guitar]

What does the red line mean?
That fundamental safety line,
no one
violates.
What tempered glass is the horse driven?
We actually go to spiritual enlightenment.

You grow out me.
But how?
Run in the house
the consciousness
of Christ child.
I thought about it.
Know,
a national thought a ride.
And it is a blessing isn’t it.

Until it becomes the official record,
some Disney Land that you’ve come out with in the world,
that will be your attack point
this is reality bliss.
Now tell me again you’re America land of the free.

Fort Myers Beach,
is it the origins
of a better society?
A beautiful place,
thank you for the sun
golden.

You Too

On November 2, 2022November 2, 2022 By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, collective consciousness, seer poetryLeave a comment

To the naturalist meeting in New York,
and that’s a wonderful paper.
Find divisions among us,
I think that’s everybody’s see the world.
You’re not gunna believe this,
but I’m the right wingman
to have us all see each other one.

Who else do you hate more?
Who’s at the bottom of the totem pole?
Who would you subhuman all the time?
Who do you crave to be with?
Certainly not the pedophile.

You are just so into guns
where you meet the world.
You just see and shoot
the aggravations gun.
How am I doin’?
You have a perfect score.
You did everybody in
that got under your skin somehow.

You just shot everybody with your mind.
Now we come apart.
You can’t take shooting sprees.
What happened?
Everybody shot the Lone Ranger.
This is just hippie bullshit.

You just put everybody in peril
when you came across with your gun.
You created division among us
that destroy people.
It’s all in the gun.
That mind is a pointed object
that shoots fire at people.

You don’t believe this.
It’s harmless you say,
making people suffer in your mind.
Does Earth manifest thoughts?
I can’t put this on the chalkboard,
but I can show it to you loud and clear.
Why did World War Two start?
The German people manifested pride,
the Japanese their rising sun.

Now take individuals and shoot them.
This is an execution in town square.
My God the executions there,
and the atom bomb goes off.
Can you make the connection from your room to there?
It’s a lively possibility
add up enough guns.

You see what I’m gettin’ at don’t yah?
We will just blow each other apart
every minute of the day,
and you see the emergency come in,
a check on our behavior
in the throw of our room,
where we meet the world in thought.

We meet them with philosophy
and let religion control our thoughts.
We go so far as to put something else,
something our conscience says no.
Innate in us
is a thought control,
a natural inclination
to be good to people
where mind meets them.

How strong is this?
Oh my God it’s breaking down.
Can you see this?
It’s everywhere.
We need to see this to survive.

You don’t know the power of thought.
You think it’s inside your mind
shut up in your head.
This is erroneous thinking.
We live in a thought field
you and I,
and it’s so immediate there.
We cringe one another.

Can we stop doing that?
It manifests on the field.
We find our hands expressing it in time,
our feet kick up that dirt.
We show the world with it.

We live in a thought field.
It has each one of us at heart.
We prey on one another,
just eat each other alive,
violate one another like there are no boundaries.
You know what I’m talking about.
You do it too,
and my God it’s real.

It’s spins the weapons in that direction
so someone else can use.
It gets the ball going.
It’s everywhere.
Oh no my childhood,
it’s full of holes.
Even my father did that,
once or twice.
Shut the hell up.

How deep this rabbit hole goes.
You don’t want to see it.
Can we come up for air?
Can we stop violating one another
in our thoughts.
It is so control the world that way,
and we don’t know how to control ourselves.

It’s an imagine gun,
and it takes ahold of our flesh and rides it,
so feeling toned, rich hued,
bottomless desire.
It has us by the horns
in those moments.
We bleed with it.

You know I’m drivin’ a point home,
sticky desire.
We come to terms with ourselves that way,
comin’ to terms with it,
seeing it shake us,
watching it win.

Just keep goin’.
Learn to put this out of your mind.
It violates people.
It’s got so much charge on it.
Can we come away from there?

Now you’re alone in your sink.
Your thoughts on other people are confused,
but you’ve stopped
the mind game.
You don’t shoot people anymore.
You just keep goin’.
You’ll come out on the other side soon.

You hear my thoughts?
I’m showin’ ‘em to you.
There’s a higher realm of thought.
I don’t live there all the time,
but you know I mostly do.
Only rarely do I go abroad,
and soon that will stop too.
I am a thinker,
and I spend time in wordless thought.
I go into the quiet in my room.

Great gyros of thinking await us
that will propel us to sky noon.
The layers of reality we peel back
and dimly see the One.
God is our living room.
We see world process in stark living terms.
We glimpse invisible beings at play.
We see the terrible and inane.
We have a glory of angels around our head.
We see the stars.
I think we join the universe.
We have some brooding sense
of who we are on high looking down on us,
feel its comfort wings,
know our lives its shallow dip in time.
Profundities rise
and take us by the hand.
We see all
like it’s a picture show,
and sometimes
the world is so thin,
ultimate reality’s a bare whisper away.

You see what I’m seein’?
You can’t get that look
unless you turn your mind from these surface arguments,
from the world of material things,
from being hooked all the time
on this, that, and the other.
Think large thoughts.

I’ve motioned poetry
to help us with our rooms,
to put us on the right bed,
to clear our thoughts
of all this imagining
that isn’t good to people,
to learn how to handle time.
Are you game?

I’m showin’ yah the way
to enter in relations with one another
that bring us the world together
that brings peace on earth.

Crazy doctor,
he’s always runnin’
a poetry see,
a show you this, show you that.
Will you take him in one day?

I got deleted
from my YouTube channel.
They took a video away.
Officer down!
It fought Islamic State
right in its ideology
in its gruesome videos.
It put the soul there
and the true ways of God.

It shot the soul down,
that censorship.
You wonder why they waited seven years.
Now what’s next,
my whole blog?
The deletion has begun,
and you don’t even know it’s happenin’.

You see the peril I’m in.
It’s available now;
I’ll stack you with
poems to read.
You think they’ll be up much longer?

The diversity is what is placed in that pile of focus.
I think we go to school,
learn to look in all things God.
What is the divine nature and where can it be found?
It’s your thoughts found the world you’re in,
and you go from there.
The above air in the lines’ all that matters,
but anyway,
movin’ all that mass.

What was wrong?
Your mind is a stronghold.
It caters to its own kind.
You can’t get at it easily
with your conscious mind,
the way a neighbor thinks.
We suspect each other.

But double down,
in your underwear,
open closed doors,
and you can catch your neighbor’s thoughts about you
and where they’re at in life.
Test this link.
The inner television
is kinda a body temperature,
and I’ll figure it now
one word:
peace.

You really want that to happen.
Did he trouble you?
Mustn’t give him
some blacklist.
I wouldn’t back down.
Be a light unto him,
and you are on the case man.

You hear them all the time.
You hear the community thought
with the bodies of your mind,
and no conscious person see it happen.
This is screened, subliminal.
You take them from the field your thought,
as you are fooled:
they’re your thoughts.
They come in your mind like you.
How do I know this?
I study mine,
and I’ve opened those closed doors,
and I study all the time.

Go Big Brother.
A few moments time,
there you go,
I’m off the net,
and you never even knew I was there.

Harm's End

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