Nitish’s latest video for his YouTube Channel. The podcast the poem talks about is ours, mentioned frequently on this blog, The Dream Company
All photos and videos for the video we shot using a Vivo X-60 Pro. Obviously we need camera equipment.
Nitish’s latest video for his YouTube Channel. The podcast the poem talks about is ours, mentioned frequently on this blog, The Dream Company
All photos and videos for the video we shot using a Vivo X-60 Pro. Obviously we need camera equipment.
This video is a significantly revised version of one originally entitled “He’s Markin’ the Pitter of the Universe”, posted in February 2022.
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.
photos by Donny
Turn down that Adam. [vision of the number 7 as though it’s as small as an atom] I’ve got a kid needs some shoes. He’s 13, will be 11 next month. Wow is he growin’ fast. Any faster he’ll be 12. A legalistic childhood, that’s not happenin’. Your imagination just runs wild. I handle him. I don’t think rules rule the show. He wears freedom’s wings.
He occupies the center of the room, and I listen to him all the time. He gets away with murder. If he did anything wrong that would be terrible. This is a good sweet kid. I dote on him. He has me in hand. We just go round and round about that. I don’t care I let my ego down for him. This is not paper mâché. Now it’s invoice. He needs to know he’s expensive.
He’s not a little kid anymore, and the changes happen everyday. I just go with the flow, but I’m faced with a dilemma. The world’s not going to dote on him like me. He has to get social wings. He has to have the right equipment. I think we start with everyday. I don’t wait on you hand and foot. You can reach the sugar now. You know how to boil water. You can be interrupted by your own needs. I mean get up out of that chair and do them, just the little tasks your small hands can manage. You can’t bake bread. Oh me? Unless I’m sick I’ll do it myself.
We’re just makin’ that daily turn. You have been an infant in my care, the small child, and I did everything for you. We’re almost finished with that. Look I really love yah kid. I’m into helping you survive. It’s a hostile world out there, no Disney Land. The best thing I can teach you is to teach yourself. This is not hard on the rocks. I’m still gonna baby you when you got those little boy blues. I’m very attuned to you. You’re my other half.
Okay grow up, I really understand we do that slowly. I’m here to hold your hand, but I’m not here to tie your shoe, or take in your music in my silent room. I dwell there. You don’t seem to know that. I don’t like war games in my living room. Machine gunfire cringes me. Now you like society with yah all the time. It sings to you its mores, blasts them apart in video games, and you’ve put both together now— a soundtrack to your gameplay. You know I object. Okay you’ve put on Mr. Beast to appease me. You know I like his show, but honestly, I druther have quiet in my room. I don’t know how to teach you quiet. You’re so hooked in I think you’ve lost your mind. It’s an electronic media. Can’t you see you’re hooked?
Sadhana, where does this meet you? I don’t know how strong it must be, but I think we’re growin’ into it if I wanna give you the best in life. Where do we begin? You are so entertained. I can’t fly this. This is an attack. You’re made to feel at home in wars. You think relationship’s on YouTube. You don’t like your outer reality. It’s not hyped with music, the Seinfeld of drama, and here you are a robot, a zombie, the catcher in the game, the intelligent boy. This is horrible music. I don’t know how to daddy you. Time schedules, rules, do we need them?
I have to hold your hand. I think you’d pick flowers if there were a bomb. You have no idea the value of time. You don’t know how to work. You just sit there and play. School’s the counterpart to this, and I wouldn’t want it to rule you. It’s worse than video games. It teaches you all the wrong stuff. Everybody’s bad word. Give me the answers, horrible feelings. It’s not where I want you to grow up.
I swear baby come here. [vision of letting two of our dogs come into the room, they happy and wagging their tails jaunting on in] We haven’t waited for it all to go by before we swam. We have waded every bit in the wake of the whole. [this and above line came at the end of a dream where I was in a boat and watching from the back of it as some kids I knew jumped into the bay, bouncing up and down in the water on the wake of the boat] Did you get that? It’s Whitney Houston all over again, I think the greatest love of all. You know what she means. How do we humble ourselves and do it? It’s not every minute playin’ with that kid. Look kid. I think he has come chores to do. Do we include him in them? He’s always watching a stagnant video. You don’t get him out of that chair. It’s self-love with him, every breaking time. Not what he truly needs. Damages his brain stuck in his chair all day. The Mother’s tryin’ to get him outta that chair, outta the house.
Every lighthouse is good seein’ from a distance. Let him have it, like he would bring a will with us on our dog walks. He can just go test the world out on his bicycle. The neighborhood kid thing ain’t happenin’. Yeah, you’re right. He can’t play in the street. Well there is the gym, and you’ve equipped a room to do that with the weapons. That’s just started, and he loves it in there. It’s your name we’re tryin’ to get yah to say. Bite it and kick it on the wrong address. That’s social media.
Now who’s playin’ cars? Can he not play? Doesn’t play enough. May I help you, may I help you? That’s a game card. Alright UNO let’s go to reach. Parental Monopoly’s a nightmare, but look how happy it makes your kid. Oh God Risk! I’m just goin’ with the games in the room. We can get more complicated outside, doin’ some mini nature collection, pressin’ flowers so they stand the test of time, and go on long walks to an imaginary noon. We’re pressed for time, hum together a hundred and eighty degrees from ship to sail. Can I help you? Yeah help me cook. Cut some potatoes. You know I clean house. I’ll sweep you mop how about that?
Oh I’m sorry, you have to work. Can’t always be friends with the house. Poetry module needs movin’. Now here’s where you touch base. Enough! Captain, inwards. And what is that boy doin’? Leavin’ you alone. This has been the module all along. We go on technology, he’s a spearpoint, just can’t seem to find the time to leave me alone, and he bothers me. Look, I gotta get this posted. This is the command time and that an understatement. Typed up a poem with headphones on, and you gotta get it posted. I didn’t see one— that boy on his armchair. This is what you teach him to do, study you. I heard a noise. A thought came in. The poem it got scratched. I’m really tryin’ to do my best here.
Wait a minute, and that boy does, until he sees you’re out of the zone. What teaches him this? Politeness. I don’t think we throw stones. You’re catering the ability it all rings. Swamp in his head, you don’t want that master, and you gotta get ‘im to think on his own, and media don’t determine that. He could sit next to you, some comfortable back straight, and he could go to town on thought while you meditate. Alright kid we’re gonna do this and that’s it. Oh man. Now let’s go barefoot, and he learns not to think. Short periods all, and we ground ourselves. Look kid you’re just gonna do this. You can tell that kid what to do. It’s his place in life. They’re hardwired for that. Aren’t you kid?
Take some time to work out these modules. He’ll resist. You’re firm but kind. You just love that little boy to death. He’s not a softball. You can be firm with him. You respect his comfort zone too much. He needs to be tested, tried, and true. He’s growin’ up for God’s sake. He’s not a little boy anymore, or he’s not that exactly. He’s gettin’ some independent shoes. He’s puttin’ on the world. He’s becoming himself in the mirror. That’s your doin’. You’ve accelerated his growth constantly challenging him with ideas, pushing him towards his hidden sun, testing his clarity. You’re intense to be with, and you push everybody. You’ve growed that little boy up to see the world in things, to know God is there, and you’ve showed him enlightenment, Supermind and the Supreme, and you get on with his soul, and you’ve done that in the joys of life, taking him to school. You’ve really got this concept in him of the world is bigger than the show, and I think he surprises everyone how he understands the world. You’re not workin’ with raw clay. He’s an accelerated son of a gun. The raw material’s in his attitude, and that’s what we’re workin’ on now, a pilot program, something real.
Just look like a human body divine that’s not cleared his room. That boy needs tall tales. That boy knows he’s giving birth to his divinity, but he doesn’t know what that means yet. You have to show ‘im, and that’s painstaking. You have to hold yourself to the divine. He’ll respect that, and you’ve got a child with him now he don’t respect. Onion told me to bring this in to you, okay? [spoken in the voice of Varon, five] He’s really messed up here. Find out his impact on his little brother the rest of his life. He’s got to be good to him. What can we do here? Make him see. And we continue with this everyday.
I’ve got a neutral causing line. It’s apparent. Enhance. Make that the see, and you’ll rub off on him all the right ingredients. This is liftin’ the room. You’ve got it working for you now. Everyday to show. He’s not as delicate as you think. Something important, you take him to task, firmly, smoothy, and with a whole lotta love. What are you waiting for? [heard sung by Ellie Goulding, “Love Me Like You Do”] You with Me?
We’re working for every man and woman who send they’re on the truth. Judgemental entities, we have to see that before. They only care about that kid, or at least they think they do. You’re a shadow report. They just want you out of the picture. Nobody’s sayin’ they’re smart here. You’re a friendship with the divine. I understand talking I need you to listen that’s all. This is evolving Sanskrit, letting language lose its borders. Did you know what it feels like to drown? And there I am to help you. You need limits, guidelines. They can’t restrict you in your evolution. I know this plan, okay? I’m all about it. It’s calmer than we know. I’m putting these shoes on you. They rub blisters sometimes there’s so much resistance. They hurt your feet. It’s okay we do it anyway. I’m not there a judge in the sky but an Alpha friend. Open.
You’re not enough by yourself. You need Me to guide you. Come on with that kid. It’s time to grow him up now. Put lessons on him that socialize him in the room in a manner befitting his patience. We need him. He’s got plans for Us in the future. Don’t let him down. Develop him. Be there with him. Teach him how to love himself so he will not get in the way of others. How doin’? Gettin’ heard of. Now, let’s fly. On your mark, get set, go.
Punishment reveals itself as statistics. Who can say it works? Grabbed the day by a hayride. I didn’t punish that kid. I saw him along. This is active parenting. We got along, and it wasn’t that he agreed. I spent time with him you do this you do that, explained things. He’s still didn’t agree, but he did them. You can turn off the music if they’re stubborn. Then you take them and ring their neck. That’s an out loud statement. You know who that’s from don’t you? They always incite violence. That’s the tail you have to cross to get to that kid: you control yourself. What does violence do to them? Make them worse.
I judge him fit for a king. To take his crown defeats him. I don’t want that little boy defeated. Well we took his phone away. We didn’t keep it long. We let him get up and comply and get it back. There are no rude handles here. Patience runs the thing. I’m not a disciplinarian. That kid runs all over me. There’s no toll taken I’m afraid. I love ‘im like the dickens. We go together. Come on let’s go. We’ve got a poem to cross.
The muse is art. I thinks that a person can really get a mouthful here. Just open your eyes and swim. Damn, it’s a hardhat. I don’t how you move along. I think you get meaning in doses. Meaning in doses, what? You just take it slowly. Meaning will reveal the line. Alright I’ll give you the scent. You’ve got to capture the moon. This poem is Heaven sent. You just hear about kids, but the divine is talkin’ to you. This is not beat up children. It’s easy with them, like they deserve to smile. It’s got instructions for divinity kids. You heard me. We grow God in our children, and one day this breaks out in humanity, and we are divine on earth.
Now it’s happenin’ on the inside. No light of day yet. We’re just breathin’ enlightenment and some soul change. No divinity to speak of yet. That’s gonna take a long time. It’s a supramental change. We raise the human race this way. Here, a poetry guidebook. What actions about words are done? Who does it? The lead dinosaur. That dinosaur’s of old, and old sin on the world soul. That leader’s helping out. You were falling out. Issue a clean to do sadhana, five pounds or something like that. It’s a work with children scheme. Thank you and thank you and thank you.
I’m gonna go eat. I’ve heard it with my hands. This is cultural sin. Is there anyway to change offenders? No, that’s star’s community, a soul to cross. It’s God’s doin’ and the soul charge. You just love ‘em and let ‘em do it. You know the ones that change, that you can count on. Pictures were all with words and the word’s with me, so you can understand the science behind all this text, the tie breaker. We’re goin’ somewhere. We have engines in the room that can see each other. The bottom of the line feels good, and we see ourselves in town. We are the right music. Way station, we’re talking about that has frame. Without grace no meeting on earth would happen. The gas is gonna do it, right? Picture I love you.
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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.
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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.
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.
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.
Their love of yoga, all that had to do with the divine. The divine is alive and well on Planet Earth. He sees you. Can you hear ‘im? Made out to be a man, but really She’s a woman, when you get right down to pictures of Her in the caretaker of Her smile. A Mother Might looks out on the world, and we are all the better for it. Let’s change some, become ourselves again, as children see the world: it glows, oohs and aahs; it’s bigger than us, and we love it. Gimmie the beat boys and free my soul. [heard sung by Dobie Gray, “Drift Away”] You know how it feels, so good to be alive. Thank you Mother. Now I’m dancin’ on this ice. I don’t know how to explain this. Oh Mother, that’s not You in Pondicherry, but I think we lifted You up when we adored her feet. I call on You through her, as our yoga sees the world, and in perfect deity fashion, that woman in Pondicherry helps. She’s in my living room. Now do we count blessings? I am in the arms of the Mother, you know? She fills out for me the way to move forward. I call on her some, but she is not my image of God. I mean like I do sit in her lap, pettin’ my Rottweiler, but I’m lookin’ at God. I can tell you a lot about deity. There are waves of them. I listen to them all the time. I mean, I hear them speak. I’m not always at their beck and call, and I’m choosy. I want those Sun voices way up there. They’re wonderful. They have our divinity all over them. They gauge us there, and they point us to God, the supreme all-encompassing universe that existence can light, and it’s a conscious Individual all things are. Don’t let my words get in the way. God is how we meet the One on its time. I’m talking big you understand. All this agency gets down to us, the level of existence we’re at— I think I just heard God. God will talk to you in spheres. That’s what divinity is for, and each time we mistake the day for the sun. Conversations with God are conversations with some deity. How much freedom to understand that. It’s yoga based, if you want to know the truth. We want to be God’s lovers here on earth. We want to know God here on earth. We want to see God here on earth, see God in everything we see, and one day, God will ride us who we are in time. I’m breakin’ in on barriers to show you God, and these words have failed I know to overcome that last barrier, to understand God real in this sentence. Can you light the fire of God? This is not a proverbial question. I’m askin’ ‘cause it hurts you if you don’t, hurts you in the fundamental ground of reality. You can envision no one cares. You can’t smuggle up to reality and say this is safe. You don’t know how to tie your shoe, and that’s lacin’ the world through your fingers a project that smiles. You’re just all bummed out because the wonder of it all is insufficient to pick you up and carry you along when you’re so discouraged you just want to die. And I gettin’ through? The fire of God is lightable on our time. It’s not a deity wear, some figure of God asking for your allegiance. It will burn off all this. It will be bigger than time. It won’t sit in an abode and judge you. It will with the universe hold your hand. How do you get there? You need God. Oh man I can’t get this through. People will kill you if you don’t, or the world will fall in. Look out, I’m tellin’ yah how to find God. It’s need determines present, and I don’t know how you make those conditions, but when you’re a pedophile they come naturally. That’s the price of your hate: I get God and you don’t anywhere near I’m showin’ Him to yah. God hates sinners, that’s a lie. Oh my little child, come let’s give you a bath. You’ve gotten muddy again. If you let Me I’ll get you outta there. And then ensues the relationship. You just don’t know God. Or do you? Come let us love together. High and mighty, I don’t see you in God. Take pictures of Sri Aurobindo. I’ve blossomed him, brought out his yoga to the ground floor. You’ll just think I’m lying, the worshippers of Sri Aurobindo. I’m golden atlas. It’s not Sri Aurobindo I’m seein’. You know the Supermind’s on the Earth. I’m tailin’ it in. Oh my God airplanes, now look at this one. It’s bigger than science. It’s a cash card. It’s the right way to do Earth. It’s not forced. It doesn’t have any artificial barriers between you and what you’re supposed to do. It’s not a morality flag. It brings a different formula into the equation. How big is this? It heals time. I’ve got roads on. I push reality through the basin of time. Shut up and go to sleep— a reader quibs in. Alright I’ll admit it. It’s the supramental. It’s very intense, but it’s the supramental has ahold of my paper. I’m telling you what the decision is: they are to occur the region. Heavy regions, girls we gotta absolve the conflict. You put it in right there, make the supramental the way we handle evil. We don’t just military our paper. Let me let you take a short look at that. And then I realized something: how does an honest criminal realize their mistake? You banish them forever. Agency, now to realize the Mother and Sri Aurobindo’s, yeah, exactly. Ensues the conversation. Are you gonna be prepared? I will be honest; I didn’t know your name Impossible. Let’s get one thing straight, surrender to God, it becomes possible right now. God is the answer God is the key, and the beauty is it’s not abstract. You get here to this post God is holding your hand. You can hear Him speak. You can feel His power. You can bask in His love. You can see Him in everything that touches you I do. Can we get anymore cornered than that? God’s got you cornered, and you can overcome any behavior. You can do anything. Okay those are the big city lights. Wow, I’ve just described to you how the world was won. Put that credit in my court, and let’s celebrate the world together. I mean not smoking and not being attached to smoking either. So this rare new style is upon the Earth today, and as my teachers told me, I put it there, I and they. Car commander, be the example to everyone. You have my permission. Individuality under the Lord, you know? I could do it before I found these lyrics, lost lyrics, as you won’t find them until that thing happens whereby one sees a poem and gets other people to see it. That mystery engagement with poetry, I’m at a loss to understand. Better thank a look, knock out reader. You know, have a nice day. Make civilian source, make civilian ready, I am on my way in the literary of my smile, in the literacy of everybody’s smile. Now here. Is this Heaven? [vision with this line of being in a narrow exhibition space and colorful, extraordinary photographs on the walls all around me, more colorfully extraordinary ones appearing as I’m asking this question] Your vanity has registered a trip. Oh excuse the mule, he’s a real piece of work. But I’m still comfort in, and I’m standin’ by at your house, if you ever wanna change the world you live in. How do you want me to be? How to dream afterwards. Tell this to the press corps: I’m proud of yah; you stopped killin’ people on death row (Oh BBC do you hear me? That was pressure to kill the Parkland shooter, who you wanted killed. Now on with the scroll), and got the news ready to see the criminal as a human being you care about even though they did somethin’. And there that’s my piece. Not from institution to move along: to auto-flash cooking that old traditional paper just reports on. We put it in user-generated content. Hello gatekeeper, keep up. Now there, I got your number, don’t I? Supergame, everybody listen to Hairy. He’s got somethin’ make us all better people. You out to lunch? Glad you could join us, as you left your sin and came over to help us. Why do you all try to help? We care, which means we grow up to care, and everybody learns the three R’s while they’re learnin’ this— the whole import of school, and can you tell me why not? Newspapers here, I gave you a way to make yourselves better. Read this to the public: let’s teach our children to care, and we solve all human-made problems if we care about everybody. How simple that is to see, how horrible we are blind to it, and science-based gets us there? Here’s where science fails: it can’t see God, and God alone cares. We’re done. The root of all papers, and I’m figurin’ time. What would you quib here, I don’t see the import of your paper? And if you said that I don’t think you care or even write home— a poetry blush, I mean practice for enlightenment. Do we all come along? Spiritual enlightenment, it happens one person at a time. I didn’t end this properly. Let’s end this properly. Okay where does your paper take us, so long and thanks for all the fish? At a human let’s all look Christmas. I mean study love as the foundation of society. Would I be talking to a brick wall?
A Donny Lee Duke poem
I'll Show You
The sweet graze of the stars, children enhance this; children block this. We don’t know what to do with children. We crush children, make school their only occupation, even if it’s tribes. They’re not supposed to do that, hitch school to their star. It’s mean: so much force is used to get them to do it. They’re whipped and beaten, and you just think them frauds. You don’t know how they are with you, look up to you for so much sustenance. They trust you. Is that the only way to solve this, with violence? You don’t know what that kid’s thinkin’— “You’re a bad woman Miss.” Can you see yourself? Do you even care? What would you do if I told you Nitish is a star in his own right? He has the Mother’s calling. He’s been initiated by God. He will grow up to be a poet, and I’m not kidding you. Dyslexia has him by the throat. You can’t seem to believe that. You don’t even know what it means. Is that so funny? Dyslexia’s a large size. It’s where kids go to school. They don’t know how to behave themselves. It’s all a mystery to them: why can’t they do better in school? They’re just dyslexic children. Is that imagination to you? Why do you hit him? Is that your way with children? You can’t do any better? Why the hostility towards him? He really tries, you know? And he really cries. Can you hear it? Nitish is ugly now, like he’s some derelict child. He can’t do the simplest things when it comes to letters and time, numbers and what they do on the page, school facts and memory power. This is dyslexia. It’s not a mean child. Can you grasp this? Now let’s look at Nitish as who he will be when he grows up. What makes you see failure? You see his soul? I’m a grandfather that does. How do you know he’s going to fail? He’s bigger than you. He’s captured a star already. Just take a mousetrap together and don’t worry about it. Just take here your punishment. You’ve got no right to hit him. You have no right at all. Now be a proper teacher and be good to that boy. You know I love that boy. Believe me, you hurt him, and please stop. Hand it down, wean it down, hand it to yah. Ask that boy to come closer. You see a captain there don’t yah? Never mind the school. Please be good to him. His burden is the world, you know? A poem walk off with him. You can history sing it. You’re gonna see him be the very person children believe they can be. I too had the world on my knee and turned it wrong. I was like you and thought I did no wrong. I couldn’t grasp its significance. I’ve learned my lessons early and late. I have to power you if I’m going to power me. It’s something we all do together, be reality human beings. I pet my dog and say why. We need a better world, don’t we? That’s the story today. Are you listenin’? I am here with the Eyes. See them? Are you hearin’ me? It’s the star point of Heaven’s gaze, if you want to know the truth of the matter. Now buckle up. We got a long ride to see the Sun.
Humbly and without reservation the teacher in question apologized to Nitish after reading this poem, and his teachers are learning about Dyslexia, but we still have a ways to go, and so I am not naming the teacher or the school and don’t want, don’t need, any outrage from you. I think this is the very first result I’ve gotten in an art action, that I know of at least, and it is so very close to home and so very personal, the most appropriate and needed kind of result. Thank you Mother.