Even True Meaning Rated Art

On September 30, 2023October 1, 2023 By Donny Lee DukeIn childhood education, ego activism, Inner Voice and Vision, PoetryLeave a comment

*Martin Luther King Jr. at the Controls* by Donny Lee Duke

The three best ways to keep a lovin’ song down:
keep it under wraps;
tear it apart;
or get it morally censored.
What will happen to this song?
Change the world
in person.

Chronos’ fuckin’ with ‘im.
What do we do with inner process?
Figure it out?
It’s discrepancy,
and I’m tired of it.
I can’t see anything straight.
What do I do?

Move off campus.
You mean not listen to You?
Don’t dwell on thought.
Don’t just sit there and think.
Try something different.
Image real to yourself.
Play with your thoughts as reality in front of your face.
You’re lookin’ at the world
you’re lookin’ at your thought.

Try this at home.
Image reality to yourself
where people really get your goat
they know you so well.
Try not to open the door with thought.
Be a blank mind.
Stretch this
to infinity.

Don’t stop tryin’.
Your effort is your sadhana.
This is not success or fail.
This is do.
You savvy sweetheart?

I wil try.
As I was sayin’:
I don’t trust inner process
to tell me what to do
in that moment in life.

Otherwise make it happen
to change the world,
and you know it can.
Why resist?

That little boy,
this goes deep,
the relationship I’m having with him.
It’s complicated in poetry.
Our lives are in sync.
We share thoughts and boundaries.
Our inner lives are in sync.
We temple together.
There’s a line of his muse
in my poetry
when he didn’t see it in my poetry.
I hear this and celebrate
close ties,
eyes that join
in inner vision.

Is this too much for him?
He’s just a kid.
I’m glad you asked.
You’re the engineer.
The little boy spills all in front of you.
You teach him how to handle himself,
play poetry,
what his nature house.
I never gave him the thought.
It just occurred
when the Mother,
the Mother and Sri Aurobindo,
they took that boy by the hand.
He became Their disciple.

Would you believe a bolt of lightning hit him in the chest
standing before Their last darshan couch
Supermental Day last?
That’s how it started.
The opening came then.
I was there to facilitate it,
to open him to God.
I am his sadhana master,
and that’s the basis of our relationship.

There’s no monkeys in the house.
I don’t cancel him down.
She’s had the dog
in her parents' room,
when they abuse
where the line are.
When it’s my turn
to be his parental figure,
I’m very careful with those lines.

I know he’s angry
about getting slapped and beat,
threatened with death.
Ice cream
I buy for him every day
in my care.
We talked about that.
We called it moral-minded.
I thought you understood
you don’t raise a kid with rules.
You can,
if you want a kid bound by rules.

I’m the horse guy look at me.
Put it right in your phone,
desire coming up.
Don’t put a hold on it.
Be free and easy with it.
Don’t stay there.
What’ll I do with it?
Put it in the iTunes Store,
avoid that button.
Just sit with it clear and easy.
Don’t let it push you.
Don’t give in to it.
Don’t even tickle your fancy with it.

We don’t beat it.
We sit it out,
wait it out.
It’s not wrong it’s just there.
It’s a smelling salts for reality.
It’s unique to you,
why would you say that?
Everybody has to deal with this.
We regulate it
with a host of laws and penalties
as if they work.
We do not let it be an excuse
for behavior.
Freewill comes into play
we are told.

We disclose it to each other.
We are ashamed by it.
We have children,
we block this sight from our own view.
We don’t see it
in our hands as we wash them,
in our eyes
as we see them so fabulously naked.
It’s there,
and time will show it to you,
if you look.

We run with this?
We don’t eat kids.
They’re special.
They are in the room
when we see it
in ourselves,
when desire comes up.
Desire comes and goes.
It’s in everybody’s life.
It has to be handled.
It has to be seen,
seen real.

We don’t play with it
around our children,
if we can help it.
That leads to dead ends,
and children get spanked and smacked on
and get molested.
You know this is true.
Don’t let it entertain your monkey.
I’ve given other examples
the right way sex can be with kids
in “The Use of Animal Freedom”.

Hear that one,
where sex and kids meet wrong today.
To Rumble’s house
farther to go.
Tamil Nadu,
a door of a red handle,
punch out man.
Tamil Nadu,
stay away from the red door.
Don’t beat your children,
slap them,
punch them around.
They’re precious to you.
Do you hear them scream?

I think this is written all over your paper.
Children don’t have it easy with you.
They suffer.
You don’t know this.
You can’t see your own hands
Mr. and Mrs. Abuse Children.

I call this up from the deeps.
It was that way with me
when I was little.
Now my kid has made me mad,
done something wrong,
or just bothered me.
Then it all comes up again,
my unhappy kid-dom,
and I operate on program.
I don’t care the position he’s in.
I just start slappin’.
I don’t know this hurts him
in his developmental function.
I have that right.
I’m his parent.
Thank you God.

What’s happening here?
Desire has found its home
in a socially approved response mechanism.
It’s condemned on TV.
The presenters themselves
wack their kids
off camera.
I can compare this to touching a vagina
in a little girl’s life,
but you don’t know this is more harmful,
hitting them in the head.

I’m sorry I’ve made you mad.
You don’t know the power of violence over children’s lives.
You don’t know the power of sex over children’s lives.
Both harm.
One gets out the shotgun.
A sexual cannon no.
Mr. and Mrs. Abuse-Their-Kids,
pay attention please.

Where thoughts occur,
it’s not a bright and shiny place,
is laced with uncertainty.
It’s all on holdin’ the world wrong.
You see this you look.
The Whole looks at us.
The fragment looks back.
We are separate beings in time,
an erroneous vision.

Whatta we say about thought?
It arises.
It comes.
It’s there.
And a tenebrous unknown
has the thinker’s brow.
What gulfs lit the night
when we looked at the world for the first time
in the handicap of thought.
It pressurizes time.
It makes of us mincemeat.
It will not stop even for death,
what narrow bridge that is.
You seen it?

How special thought is
to make sense of the world,
to help us help or slay one another,
to give us more feeding room,
to come up with plans,
to turn around and change the world.
It hammers nails
on the fence of time,
held apart in yummy synchronicity,
modes of thought,
and get some answers—
quite the hero.
Do you get me?
I get yah dog.

Put your blue down it doesn’t stink.
It just sits in the powder.
These are the conditions.
You’re talkin’ about that boy, ain’t yah?
Don’t worry,
I have the edification.
I’m gonna spell it out to you.
We have a different choice.
You’re not gonna bust us up.
You’re not gonna hurt him
or me.
You’re not gonna regulate our relationship.
You’re gonna leave us alone.
Humanity needs this vision.
We play the game.
We don’t commode.
We be convenient.
We are open to you.

Two seers in time
startle vision.
We're not gonna compromise vision.
We’re going to remain loyal and true
to our seership.
That boy,
a man he will become.
Housed under my roof?
And in line with his truth.

You can use another poet
who can bring down Earth
on the stars of Heaven,
let them know our plight
and our road beyond them.
Here we’re playin’
some Krishna tune.
We are a bright and shiny love in the wells of time.
We do not make you stink.
We are Heaven and Earth together,
and we are seers of the Sun of Truth.

Throw all that over here,
everything we need to survive,
a protected house
and a place for our dogs.
We need your help.
Without your protection
we get violated
Auroville Media Ashram.

You know we’re your entity,
and we see the master plan as one future Auroville.
It’s up to you.
It’s your movie.
We are the inner you were built on,
5th army,
and we’re here to see the Sun.
There’s no stopping us,
unless you throw away reason
and pin us to the ground.

We’re your seers Auroville,
he and I,
the little boy and me.
Stick with the plan:
Auroville becomes divinized,
and the Yoga works.
Great the visions lay, huh?

Hey, you give thirsty a drink,
and you feed us with your vision.
Okay poets,
do your thing.

It will be misunderstood.
Can a kid change parents if they’re not happy?
What would address the soul need?
Would the parents have a right to say no
if his soul wanted him to leave,
if that were God’s will,
if that’s what the Mother wanted?
I ask you that.

How do you tell that?
First we establish that art,
and art alone,
will show that child’s soul
and the divine will operating in his life,
that art inspired by inner voice and vision.
Can I show it to you?

My grandson wants to live with me.
My little student wants to be near his master.
A seer-poet in training
wants to learn the inner craft.
This is soul arranged,
and I’ll prove it
with poetry written from the inner voice,
the boy’s poetry,
set in a video the boy filmed
just being a kid.
You will see inner process
amazingly match the outside world.
The two are in sync.
I have other prizes to show you,
but this one is the crown achievement today:
“Menu of the Gods”.
Now go
and see this video. 
[hover over the last three lines and click]

The Use of Animal Freedom

On September 21, 2023January 2, 2025 By Donny Lee DukeIn childhood education, ego activism, Poetry2 Comments

A world identity I’m not trying to house.
I had a kid.
He comes first.
Judging by all the times,
it’s eleven o’clock.
This consciousness I don’t know how long it was on fortunately. [vision accompanying the line of a knob on our four burner stove left on, the one for the big burner, but there was no smell of gas, and I turned it off before I lit the stove so there was no danger]
It’s good daddy.
Buy 21’s daddy.
We got another line in we.
In the soul of uncertainty
author’s special. [sound vision of an author reading their work in the background as this line was spoken]
Believe it or not I can help.
Title at risk,
it’s here we listen.

I have the lightning,
support at its most real.
No cause for alarm.
What did you do?
I put it all in perspective.
Beavis and Butt-Head,
who hear the need for soul expression in human life?
It’s time for us.
I’m goin’ on a walk.

That’s right Beavis and Butt-Head
hit on me.
Oh my God.
Let’s just slap them for it.
Oh my goodness the trouble I could get into here
if I don’t say punishment,
if I don’t validate the spirit of the times,
but you can’t call that good
throwin’ the book at them,
hating their very names,
because they try to get you to have sex.
I know, I know, it’s rude.
It’s awful,
but you are not harmed by it,
even if they grab your crotch,
or pinch your boobs,
not actually physically harmed.

You’re made to feel harmed
by a zeitgeist hellbent on revenge.
Now it’s even if they grab their own crotch,
or celebrate victory with a kiss,
and you’re there
the one they kiss.
There’s eight billion of us and crowding.
Now how do you say we’ll survive?

You just think morality straights.
You’re not aware of the master plan.
I’m not talkin’ gross doodle with your noodle
in the snot rag of life
right there in front of everybody.
I’m not takin’ clean shaven either.
We give time for the vital to express itself,
and teenagers need this stuff,
and so do kids.

Can you tell me what’s wrong with seein’ a dick in public?
I’m not talkin’ hard-on sneeze,
just a dick,
or a vagina for everybody to see.
I’m not talkin’ all wet and sloppy.
I’m human.

Okay sex in front of a child,
here you’d shoot me if I said yes,
but is sex really the wrong thing?
Touch it handle it do it clean.
No not theirs you idiot,
hands off.
I'm talkin' sex and kids.
No I’m not talkin’ stick your dick in children,
or you wrap your pussy around them,
or you beat off,
finger yourself,
to their measure.
Your adult thing is not involved
at all.

Can we watch mommy and daddy do it?
Oh my goodness the people that have passed by here
in the history of our children.
Who’s ready for that?
What parent can truly say they are uninvolved
in their children’s genital's feeling's lives?
You feel something there I’m sorry.
Pop your wad in front of them and you’ll feel it.
I’m tellin’ you don't do that.
For now let’s just leave that alone,
as parents are doing it all over the globe
in front of their children.
Oh my God they join in,
eventually.
Let’s just stay clean here.

What we want is a child right on sex,
feel good about their genitals,
not embarrassed to have them.
Even if they stand that’s okay,
or get damp and moist.
It doesn’t have to be private,
but it needs to be no fishy underwear,
not for an adult’s enjoyment.
Kids need to be kids, okay?
They touch each other.
They drool.

They wanna see adults do it.
Okay two people love each other in front of the camera.
It's remote.
It’s not right there in front of them.
It’s not exaggerated.
It’s not rough stuff.
It’s soft and warm and moist.
It’s visible it’s good to look at.
You do it.
I think a mouth said that,
or a hand giving the right stroke.

Let the kids see this
naked with each other?
On soft comfortable floors,
the lights down low,
no one looking in,
except the adult close by to monitor.
It’s not a permission list.
No one’s told to do it.
They just watch and let themselves be themselves.

Okay Johnny,
would if Suzie says no?
It’s not at all girls?
Of course it’s girls.
Suzie Johnny doesn’t wanna striptease with you.
Oh.
All the classroom beforehand:
take the stinger out,
she’s your husband.
Ice cream and comfort,
in that place,
and this is a hairless society,
so no pregnancies or forced penetrations,
and penetration is a warm dummy.
I don't think they actually get it in.
You mean this is a seven-year-old?
The age of reason and above.
No black eyes please.
Everybody’s nice to each other.
You wanna save society?
Let it happen.

Are you trippin'?
I'm tryin' to tell you how to handle sex
before it's too late.
They get old they forget
it's a game.
They just wanna eat.
They cum on each other.
They need to know it's fun.
They need to know it's clean.

Now let's get back to school books.
We go back to the lab.
A naked child is fine
in a swimming pool.
A child can pee in public.
Their hand down their pants no problem.
If they expose themselves you smile.
Johnny's got a problem.
He's just into his wiener.
Well let's get busy with 'im.
Give 'im some boys to play with
his age,
and they can let their penis mingle.
That boy just needs an outlet,
that's all.

We look for problems
and look to see what's up.
Suzie's fingering herself,
because some man is.
I'm sorry Suzie.
We wasn't watchin'.
Now we are.
You need some kid fun,
and we make sure you get it.
He masturbates in class.
Okay Billy,
put your willy away.
Obviously this is not the time for it.

I haven't reached adolescence yet.
I'm not there yet.
I'm the older child.
I'll get better at this
as I grow older.
Yes society you will.
Too blind
this afternoon
to understand the science behind this.
You're just afraid of sex.

Grab your crotch he’s wrong.
Maybe he’s just horny
and don’t know how to handle it,
because his penis got shoved in his shorts all his life,
given no means to express itself.
Maybe his mother doodled with it,
or his auntie,
and then bottled it up
when he got old enough to notice.
You’re just a crap game, huh?

Do we have to sell this?
It’s got to be made public,
the genital hand wash.
Okay these are kids from seven to eleven,
or six to fourteen.
We see when reason hits
and adolescence starts.
That’s the time of your life,
when you’re a kid and you know it,
and it’s all fun and games.

Get out of here you rule book!
We don’t want to squash the soul.
We just wanna let it be free
to touchdown in life,
to get all the way to the goalposts
of being human.
That’s not 1, 2, 3.
It involves sex
and learning about sex.

Am I stupid?
I’m a brahmachari.
My eleven-year-old knows that,
that naked little fella
in the privacy of our home,
and he’s safe there.
A pedophile said this.
How can I do this?
You don’t know the power of love.
He does.

You don’t just get here.
She got that part,
but the dick is no longer the head,
and she’s an integrated soul
her/him.
You need both sexes to master sex.
I’m sorry,
grapple with that.
The conservatives are gonna kill ‘im.
The liberals?
They don’t even know what gender is.

Okay we’re sellin’
a Beavis and Butt-Head commercial.
No, but they are fun to watch.
Ask my grandson.
He lets out some gas there.
All kids do.
Alright I’m a Chinese junk,
but I can sure damn well float, you know?

Gaslighting
the Me Too.
Oh my God it’s real.
Thank you public.
I was sure you’d understand,
in the year 2525.
I’m just bein’ ridiculous.
It could happen a lot sooner.

Everybody shovels shit.
Sex compromises everyone.
Sex gets at yah.
Now I fight for it
in the rights of children.
Is this image real?
It’s all the way from the inside.

An inner speaker said this.
It’s in the roundabout of dream.
Can I surprise you with reality?
The outside world that you see
came bubbling up from the inside.
Watch your world arise in dream.
It comes from within
the world that we see.

In the poet-seer,
they put the world together.
What they see on the inside becomes reality.
Follow their vision.
It will manifest one day.
And here you have a seer’s ring.
He’s got you by the ying-yang.
You can’t handle sex,
and he’s just made you look at in children,
no abuse,
no adults involved.
You know this goes on.
Can you handle the vision?

It’s a world arising before your eyes,
where we finally see accept this
and heal that way.
Oh you stubborn people,
how long this gonna take?
You can’t even approach childhood sexuality
in tags.
They just want you delete it.

There’s somebody
downstairs
would like to put one more genital on yah.
It’s a shadow demon,
and he’s lookin’ for a hole in your fence.
They’re around children,
warpin’ them.
Sex is their mainstay.
It’s where they get us to compromise.
it’s where they get us to bite each other.

Kids don’t do that,
put lust scars on one another.
They play it’s exciting it’s fun.
They make a game of it.
It’s not straight sex.
It’s take turns.
They are so gentle with each other there,
and if one’s mean he’s out,
cause kids don’t like to get hurt,
and the bigger dick isn’t there yet to dominate.
They’re kids.

We let ‘em play together
so no demon takes control.
We learn gentleness on the table.
We take turns being good to one another.
We want it nice and sweet.
We don’t let the demons in.
Can you see this?
I don’t think you know the completeness of life,
how deep it goes,
how awful.

Am I gettin’ through?
Am I even making a dent?
Give this vision time to grow.
It’s on holy mountain.
This did not come from the abyss.
It came from God
if you want to know the truth,
in the seer who’s seen it and shown it to you.
Inevitably it rise.

We need gentleness in our lands.
Let the kids do it.
When we recognize our inner teacher,
and we know it’s helping us,
and we know it’s guiding our lives,
we will give children their glare.
We will let them be themselves.

Freedom for children,
it’s how we handle children.
Are you so deaf you can’t see that?
Not a bad idea—
this is the handwriting
every kid on this Earth.
Oh do you feel better
about no judgmental penis?
It’s a boy.
It’s a girl,
pretty together.
We want that.

Taking on the body will bring
all the right motive.
We’re taking it
to our human divinity.
That’s a good idea.
How to sharpen it:
don’t stop Nature in her tracks;
be real with kids.

What does this grow on us?
Sexual healing,
no sexual hangups.
Then I can leave sex
when I’m older. [heard sung in the voice of Thor in the film Good Boys, from the song “I Wanna Know What Love Is”]
We measure this in miles:
an older person doesn’t have sex,
the mature thirty-year-old and above.
Kids see that and know that’s growing up.
That’s divinity.

Hey Beavis and Butt-Head,
thank you for your service.
Hey teacher!
Leave those kids alone!
Rare voice.
That’s needed.
A seer’s whistle.

Pronounce this way with children
given to ourselves in our subtle beings.
It’s alright in there.
That’s the perfect yard.
That’s the rare Earth.
And I just wanna celebrate. [heard sung, Rare Earth, song “I Just Want to Celebrate”, the ending chorus]

I have personally
changed sex a few times.
I played mommy and daddy
with a kid when I was a kid,
with both girl and boy.
I was a gay man in Houston for six months,
on the Gay and Lesbian Switchboard,
and I’ve had girlfriends here and there
throughout my life.
Did I mention I’ve had a kid for dinner
alarming in my room?
From adolescence onwards,
what the sexual orientation identifies with.
I’m not proud of this.
I don’t brag to you about it.
I merely state if for business.

I had to find sexual healing,
and that’s an inside job.
I found the whole world that way
and the bigger than the world,
the Better.
Now I come to you in time.
I need to explain the zeitgeist is full of shit.
It’s not how you do it,
section off society.
Healing comes in integrated care.
It comes holistically clean,
and I’m here to tell yah it works.
You can trust the inner process.
The zeitgeist sucks, you know?

My photo
took minor,
minor care,
and I deal with him every day
the sacrifice I make for love.
He is well took care of,
the bridge behind poetry
to the reality of poetry,
the truth to the reality of poetry.
That’s Nithish,
avant-garde,
and the reality of poet in him too.
You will see this.
Well that’s language.

Gaslighting Out of Ocean

On September 8, 2023September 10, 2023 By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, childhood education, ego activism, PoetryLeave a comment

The New Atheists,
I remember them.
Forget it,
they’re history.
They’re rotten fruit,
and they are bad for your health.
Lies though—
there’s no answer
to life’s great mysteries.
They don’t know where to go from there.

We went up to the front.
We just had to break it,
their insistence on no God.
You can be kind to Him.
We have military wares
to bring God round to your table,
if you care to look,
if you care to find out,
or you can keep your hole in the sand,
forever trying to keep it from caving in.

You don’t doubt the world,
and it is seen to come from afar,
some storybook laid on atom’s ways,
something that arises from the deeps
from some unimaginable One science is playing with now.
Aren’t you startled?
The world is a cheat and hue upon your senses.
What do you make of this?
It’s real isn’t it?

How do you reconcile this with your atheism?
Wow, how big it all is,
how much beyond us.
Science is grappling with now
the funds of the universe,
from whence they came.
Absolute atheism denies this:
there is a greater reality beyond ours.
You’ve many-worlded your ego out there,
a good many of you,
in the speculation of alternative universes.
No cap for the whole?
You like your ego.

I’m learning to manage mine
towards a larger reality
it acquiesces in.
You don’t know the purpose of life.
It’s purposeless, gaugeless,
as you look at your stars.
I’m managing this
in Protonmail,
count the universe in my grandson’s safety,
to fulfill his purpose in time.
We all measure this:
to get ourselves in time
on the right boat,
believe it or not.
I gauge you there.
All your books and shows point this out:
you have something to say
to stand there and call us purpose—
you nincompoops,
God is not your purpose
I am;
I win the battle with time,
or so I believe.

Alright boys and girls I’ve mimicked you I’m sorry,
but I have to get a load across.
You are not exactly the wrong sort of people.
You just hum wrong.
You can’t stand melody outside of time.
You just want us to be right with ourselves,
in a wrong sort of way.
All your anger and spite flushes
your nobilities down the toilet.
Can’t you be nicer to us?

There is a lot in our harbor.
It gets stuck there—
no public viewing.
You can’t be counted on to change.
You’re not there
on the brink of change,
and you stay away from there.
It’s not your cup of tea.

Brain in matter’s lair,
you’ve sectioned off consciousness.
It doesn’t breathe.
It doesn’t even think,
to hear you tell it.
A consciousness larger than the body,
a consciousness that encompasses all bodies,
a Consciousness the ground of things,
has you looking on ice.
This is larger than your thought.
The consciousness of thought
can’t grow that big.
You’re rained in
by outer phenomena.
You don’t test your thoughts
in the lucid room of dreams.
How many of you even go there?

Where does consciousness connect to other bodies?
Every damn place on earth,
everywhere you look.
Your science can see this
if it would investigate that far,
if it would get there.
It just wants to prove matter reigns,
or some unconscious substratum field.
It blows up in agnosticism.
It couldn’t even admit a puppy had consciousness
just a few short years ago,
or a blackboard.

It’s not for edited materials.
Do not ever translate.
This is the divine word in a barn,
off-the-cuff.
It’s not that great, exalted word
you hear in Savitri.
It’s precisely written,
no need to change stories.
You’ll get it out of context
if you destroy its idioms.
This word occurs to me,
presents itself,
and I write it down.
I wait for spoken inevitability
so the next line matches
its counterpart.
I don’t write channeled writing.
I’m not a channel speaker.
This is divine inspiration
bottled up in heart
and served to you in poems.
A poem is a snowball
aimed to reconcile you with peace
hit in the head with peace.

I’m starting over
to take this ball to reality.
Man the sky smarts,
and the sea looks like a dream,
and I’m here on the land
a gopher dashing in and out of holes.
I champion reality,
but it’s too big to see.
Dancing in and out of holes,
where will you find me
a reality keeper?
A change of consciousness ahead,
from ego consciousness to another state.
I won’t be little anymore.
I will hold infinity,
and you’re there too
in the gift of tomorrow.
These are school days
for us,
and enlightenment is a graduation angle.
We all get there
in one lifetime or another.
That’s the field show,
where infinity replaces our I.

Now,
we are ready to put on our destiny.
We get bigger than time.
Our Godself who sits above
leans down
and grasps it embodiment here.
That is the temple mount.
That divinizes Earth.
You there,
yeah you,
come with me.
You’re a kid,
and I’m gonna open this up in you
a little portion at a time,
my little grandson Nitish.
What a pedophile can do with a child besides molest one
(one who doesn't molest children),
but you would filter this out too,
if you had the arms.
It’s God arranged.
Our souls meet.
You can only grumble.
You can’t break us apart.
If you actually tornado,
enter a magnetic field
your tornado cannot impede.
It’s God given.
The divine word,
it manifests in him.
I climb on this every day
and teach him meaning
to say his lines.
What do you teach your children,
to pass exams?
What more could you ask for?

You didn’t actually prevent me.
I’m the voice of America,
and I speak for India too.
I’m fuller than your lists,
and I’m here to stay.
Can I congratulate the future now,
on its job well done?
I had a hand in that.
I’m reading a timetable.
I been dead and gone
so far back you know we were underwater.
Hello reader,
am I lively today?
Am I in the compartment
that opened the door to infinity?
You know you’re reading me now.
I’ve layered explained this,
and back at Heaven’s gate,
my own time,
we thought we were giants.
You laugh at us now,
feel sorry for us.
We are so little man.

Turn around,
lose your friend now.
You can’t believe they are censoring him,
and people know what’s in the book.
They don’t even want to look at it,
They just want some better man to bring it,
preferably a lesbian seagull.
I’ve got your romance.
It’s with dawn,
and I’m a better man today
than I was yesterday.

I see tears.
She’s not happy with your father if he turned around and did it.
We have formidable papers to contend with.
There’s so much to climate change.
It’s Book 1.
We have so much unkindness to wear.
We can go all the way to a nuclear bomb.
We’ve got a tough living ahead,
not extinction,
not annihilation,
but a bed of nails upon our road.
There’s just so much to think about,
so much to do.
Let’s get over this:
we censor the wrong individual;
we blacklist the man that helps.
We do it dangerously.

Right.
There’s this field:
we are not free on this planet.
I’ll open it and see what’s deleted.
I’m a fence.
He hears you about kill people,
and the East are now humanity’s law center.
Okay listen.
I don’t really think
you’ll have super duper prices
to drag you down,
intolerable living conditions,
but it will be expensive.
Work,
I am working
to liberate this planet.
I think I’m one in a multitude,
but how many see the light ahead?
How many see we get through this?
That leaves only a few of us
who tell it like it’s gonna happen.

I’m sorry, you wanted a better arm than me.
You know how the divine is,
sends you the outcast,
sends you murderers and thieves.
I ask you ready?
Let’s not let the world slip through our fingers.
Stand tall now,
if you can.
We’ve been too long on the internet bashing people’s heads in.
On the phone
we look for better change.
You know we look for generations.
You know where generations is?
You take the cord and release it.
I left my parents.
I’m not bound to think their way,
act their way.

The lunar module
was our friendship module.
The moon landing lit the world
with our common humanity.
No other vanguard but this,
that the future holds,
will ensure our survival.
We share a common humanity.
That has to override every nationality,
every religion,
every people,
everything that divides us.
Nothing else works.
This is base 1.
From there we can calculate God and soul.
From there we can survive.
Will you please join me my friend?

Need to go back and dig to the community.
It’s buried under mountains of ill will.
This is destroying us,
the hatred on the inside of us.
What do you have to say?
You mind if I ask you this?
Ladies and gentlemen for Asiya talking to you right now,
and that smarts.

The voice I sing,
you can poke it you can prod it,
but it will still bear fruit.
I’m in the ditch about yesterday.
I habitat this sing.
I twelve it.
This keeps me going.
I love God and I love Sri Aurobindo.
Doesn’t let me falter in life.
This lets me abide.
I am a weathering rock.
I staple you.
I feel better now.
I’ve let the voices gleam
and pursue my life force.

The world is too deep to understand.
It smarts.
It’s a rollercoaster.
I ride it an adept.
How many of you know this mountain?
So and so for good measure looked at me today
half field of measure.
Give what type of brass pick him up.
Oh stand,
steady on full,
and 19 and motorbike.
That means it will get its due,
and we will heal with it.
It’s a stadium piece,
and it shows
you will see.
Meanwhile,
first magnified rock in about 20 minutes.

You’re not just gonna scour at him.
He’s gonna rock your boat.
In the midst of the trial,
he’ll go beyond your anger.
Name our library.
Library
and I’m not interested
in being the man of the hour.
At first just in diffusion
all this word,
then it fulfills.
Self-fulfilled,
is it what I really should be learning the forms of things?
I step over the forms of things.
I step over your stars.
I am your poet now.
The word was an action to take
to breathe upon the world its holy flesh.
The truth went into people’s homes,
stayed there.

The Social Reality

On March 18, 2023 By Donny Lee DukeIn childhood education, Nitish's YouTube channel, podcasting, video artLeave a comment

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.

A Temple Doing

On March 18, 2023 By Donny Lee DukeIn childhood education, ego activism, seer poetry1 Comment

This video is a significantly revised version of one originally entitled “He’s Markin’ the Pitter of the Universe”, posted in February 2022.

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.

Bein’ Your Daddy

On November 20, 2022December 14, 2022 By Donny Lee DukeIn childhood education, seer poetryLeave a comment

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.

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

feature image by Donny

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

feature image by Donny

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.

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.

Harm's End

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