To copy our means of hidden vision,
look past yourself.
I like your style.
There’s no evidence.
Just close the back door.
You don’t know the universe is knocking on your door,
for centuries.
You’ve heard this wash before.
It just means somethin’ today.
I can get screwball with this
and really twist your arm.
The possibilities are endless
in the coming of lines.
You don’t know what that means.
It’s a soup actually,
and the ingredients come from the stars,
divine being’s realms,
or they register your soul.
Can you be a shoemaker?
It’s a combat zone.
So many voices pipe in.
Fuck you I’m gross.
See there?
We go beyond the devil
and have a moment of silence please
gettin’ back to Starbucks.
I’m a holistic speaker,
and I tell you a ride,
all in vision’s lair.
You know I see the world
as a representation in time.
This is in the node of my vision.
It eclipses the world at times.
I see straight out there
the nature of reality,
and then I cry for my boy
or get mad at my neighbor
and lose myself in shoes.
I can still feel pain
of the loss that humanity wears.
I cry for you sometimes.
Oh my God I’m Still Here,
can you believe it?
Okay I cry for you a lot.
Papa come back please,
and the government’s dug ‘im under
in how many places on this planet
right now
Marcelo says.
Oh that little boy touched me
through his mother
and sisters.
I lived that movie
and hold it high in my heart now.
Can we call it a real life event
brasilero?
I want you to know I don’t approve of this.
Can you believe the oppressor said this?
Feel the pain
of I want you I’m murder,
and all you did was disagree with me,
hold an opposing opinion,
in a state where that’s not allowed.
How often this does humanity
like it’s an edict of God.
Is God a dictator?
Look how many people wear these shoes
one dictator smiles.
Hup, two, three, four
the output of a nation at your door
to turn it against itself
and control you.
Even the meek and mild support it.
It’s not happenin’ now—
I think they say that every time.
No amount of support can suppress it,
and watch the world deal with China
and make this okay,
because they have the industry
and the arms maker
to sow compromise in capitalism
and threaten everybody.
Its citizens are expendable.
Just step out of line
or mention democracy.
Most don’t.
Iran and North Korea,
we have kill boxes there.
It’s a slaughterhouse really.
I’ve come to political lists
to give you examples,
but we’re talkin’ half the globe.
Makes you question God.
It’s not odd it’s the default mode
of government handles on populations,
what we guard against continually
it’s so prevalent in us.
Do you just stand and watch it happen again?
We don’t know how to fight it,
as the majority takes control,
the base man being human,
the mass mind.
It’s always derelict.
It’s usually mean.
You idiot;
you retard—
said Musk to an astronaut,
and what do we do with that?
Everyone’s delighted.
He’s our man,
just as hateful as the bunch of us,
just as mean.
Yep he’s ripe for the job,
the Department of Functioning Government.
Does anyone else see this
ask somebody,
and Trump will answer just as mean.
When do the disappearances start,
that’s the tell-tale sign every time,
when it starts.
No other sign you need.
Trump’s the default man again.
You get my barometer?
Purple ass in common,
oh Jesus,
basic a dictator basically.
What are you talking about?
You’ve polished balls and chains too
in the rule it over people’s dicks.
Oh my God those glass relationships,
it was a microcosm of the macrocosm
a simple history show,
and I live that history to myself
in rows of sorry.
It doesn’t take the choir to remind me.
Do you see it,
where you’ve been a dictator too,
even if it’s just been a jealous husband
or a teacher in control of little boys
or dictatorial parents
or some bossman on the job?
It might be the way you treat your dog.
It’s such a human disease.
It heaves society.
It brings society to its knees
in servitude.
Wake up.
And changed Earth’s story,
alive in theater,
the divine pick me up there.
Great experience
I know an experiment.
What is that?
What is it?
And no handle,
and now
we symbolize becomes our lives,
and that’s the new TV,
and we symbolize a greater show.
It’s in our schoolbooks already,
a manifestation of truth, justice, and liberty for all
into our very rooms.
You can’t see it yet I know,
but those meanings hold Earth today
in her manifesting spirit,
and I’ve come to tell you
it’s there for the seein’ now,
another way to think the Earth
and your role on it.
That’s big symbol us
and your glow on it.
Kinda makes yah release the prisoners, eh?
Let’s go.
It’s your thought’s glow.
Everybody watch it glow.
Life is a journey time got on.
Bag it,
all the glorious symptoms of God disappear.
The middle of man
will not shout our name
or even know we’re there,
yet the Godhead lives inside of us.
We’re not there
at its manifestation yet.
I’ve put it together in words
to hold our hands and move us along.
Ya’ll leave me alone.
You’re crazy.
But I’m a spoonful of God
completely outside
the reign of the dictator,
as my fashion words to you.
We are all in this disease,
when it’s called I be the one dictator.
School on it
the visionary of this poem.
Completely outside fashion dictators,
parents honey,
can you strong that?
Can you please?
That’s the handle on the world today.
There is where we begin,
and you know I’ve said the truth.
I’ve been here anyway
championing my little boy come home.
You know he’s unbelievably sad,
crushed,
spent,
under total domination
that won’t let up,
simply because his parents is jealous of me,
no other reason.
I’ve got to show you its price
so you can come up with my poem,
get these lines down,
so we can heal our world.
It’s on fire.
Category: movie review
The Last Stadium on Earth
Have brain damage,
that’s not really politics.
It’s a funeral.
Who would see The Last Tree Trunk on Earth?
Critics say it’s a good movie.
It’s spills bad.
It was filmed inside Iran
in secret trees.
It’s got a wallop to it.
You see freedom up close
thrown out in the street and beaten on.
You see it shot with knives.
This is a real camera folks,
and girls just want to have their scarves
not choke them to death.
Is anybody watching this?
Can anybody care?
The Seed of the Sacred Fig
was put in the wrong house.
Brilliant you hear the arguments at the table
theocracy speaks,
but it’s shot in red and white,
and we practice human nature
with a murdering gun.
We do not show human nature.
A father and daughter are not that red apart,
suddenly,
unexpectedly,
so the plot can aim its gun.
Would a family go mad,
horribly so,
for a strength to resist evil
that none of them felt they had?
An entire lifetime together
with daddy milk
and a mother devoted to everyone,
it lands on the freeway
I will hunt you down and kill you
love said.
How tall these movies are
in our backyard.
They bring humanity under the gun.
Has human nature been robbed of its sense?
It’s blow out of proportion
so it can impress audiences
and score award points.
We see human nature sick and dying
in movie after movie,
and we can’t get over the villain.
He is so perfect in his craft,
miraculously a monster
just doing the impossible.
We love to hate him,
and if it’s a her all the more.
They’ve confused us
with what’s real.
Human people don’t act like that,
and these movies have us all alarmed,
riding out our hate
in tickets sold.
What’s the point of all this mess?
Make more bucks,
and let’s take these artistic challenges
and make them rob people wear.
My God that’s a talented movie
just on our disease.
Alejandro in Problemista
almost makes the villain human,
but then he wrote the apology.
We’d have to go to Sing Sing for a good movie
in emotional fare,
so Shakespeare on Earth.
Let’s not get too gay in National Anthem
and spoil the show.
We have purpose in our lives
this movie knows not of.
You wear a good Holocaust
in A Real Pain,
tryin’ to show it right,
on the level of human eyes
a human drama.
What am I doin’?
Showin’ you my movie list.
I watch a lot of movies.
I’m really into them.
This is the way we spend human nature,
in identifying roles.
We get involved with a part.
We identify with a character,
a plot.
It wears our lives
in symbolic meaning.
We get at the stuff.
We invest ourselves there
oh so strongly.
We’re raped
with a bad ending.
A good movie can make us feel good about ourselves
and improve our lives.
It can heal.
It can do bad things.
It can tear up our lives
for a moment of all meaning.
It is so very powerful,
cinema.
It goes directly to the starting point,
where our lives came from and why.
Alejandro is good at this.
Amazing creativity
those scenes where he’s talkin’ to someone,
and it shows the whereabouts,
the representative part.
Drum roll please.
We are creative edges of time.
We stand and sing our lives
an entertainment for deep meaning.
So many roles wear our lives.
Can you get at the audience?
Being after being,
shrouded in unimaginable mystery,
have a total immersion gamble with our lives.
Of course we like movies.
We are there.
A Rumpelstiltskin comes along and plays the keyboard,
and we’re on bended ground
unable to figure out destiny,
but we can get back to ourselves.
Audience after audience prevents us,
the cliffhanger of our lives
their entertainment point,
but they value our lives
in our bid for freedom
and to discover who we are.
It’s their thrill.
They clap when the angels sing.
Are you crazy yet?
You’re just gettin’ started.
There is so much behind the scenes
in the dragnet of who you are.
I cannot show this to you,
the person you are on high,
the actor that has donned
this long line of all these lives.
I can only keep tryin’
in poem after poem and my symbolic life,
but it’s a farce you know.
I’ve really let yah down,
right where you needed me,
and there’s no way to make that up.
When you see it’s a game,
though a meaningful one,
know like you know the body you wear,
because you have seen it with your own eyes,
that you are an actor in a cage,
a player playin’ time,
the first thing you do is fuck up.
It’s the proud of human nature.
It’s so stupid.
It prevents me from showing you who I am
and who you are,
unimaginably big,
but that’s life,
a goddamn movie
that just throws you for a loop,
and you can never get it right
until you stop the pretendin’
and come together on yourself
what you need beyond time.
You’re not the audience I’m speakin’ to when I say
I’m puttin’ on those shoes.
Feel the thrill?
A poet measure
this poet smiles.
How do you chew on that poem?
We grow in stadiums.
A Watcher watches our lives.
It’s dream big.
It’s not who we are the audience
in prerecorded time.
This is not the first time creation mount.
Great DVDs we live
for their viewing pleasure.
We are that Watcher you see,
not the audience pang,
and we can’t get over him.
It’s too stadium big.
It transcends time and space,
but above our roofs it’s there,
the hidden keeper of our lives,
who we return to,
the one who started it all
in our little universe.
You don’t believe me I know,
but you’d like to.
The hidden meaning of our lives
are compassionate witnesses
beyond number and form.
Everywhere they look
they are there
the meaning behind creation
on this bended globe,
in this starstruck universe,
and they change us with a look
the bearing on time.
They are the Watchers behind time
watchin’ the movie us
them very selves in time.
Can you feel them?
Your true self,
they bring you home.
Months of capacity
open those gates,
if you’re ready for them again,
and you’ve been there before
for a brief moment
a time or two
in all your many lives
where afterlife grows.
It's a certainty you remember.
It’s a certainty you hold in your skies
that you farm into your very ground
I’ve planted this poem with,
a vehicle of my own return
one sudden afternoon
before the death of me.
You come up with yourself
in the ultimate game of life,
the ultimate paradox of life.
That’s a round of applause.
You hear the whole stadium sing
your great escape,
your victorious mile
I put better in progress.
Alejandro,
he did it.
I’ve seen what movies
list as our great surprise.
Too mundane to take it
where we meet beyond the universe,
they give it gas and go.
Are you hearin’ this?
Everyone Acts Out as Young Children
A poem by Donny Lee Duke
Tearin’ outside the universe. This is GoPro. It’s not in your imaginary land. We found the universe. It’s so much bigger than bubbles and moviemaking exactitude. Oh my God the horror, you think this rules, in your image vocabulary, absolutely mixed and purposeless, so rich it scorches yah. They don’t dream of bigger universes, the people that propose media to us today. Movie making madness flavors humanity as its riding helm traveling like features to nowhere. Acceptance of the inane is the big game: wow, that’s fantastic. Nuts and fools can’t stomach this game. You’re an asshole. I am, the person pulling meaning out of nothing. I use clairvoyance to understand things are constantly changing. I am the person putting meaning in all this. We’re gonna surprise out of here, once we understand there’s bigger than man’s wrought, and consciousness goes in dimensions. Once we understand our galaxy flight plan, we’re gonna meaning out of here, to the left and to the right, to the up and to the down. Narrow sense, I can’t event talk about what it means to blow past this bubble. It looks like scrambled eggs, the next big round of applause, our getting bigger than where our acts put us— beyond the machine. We want that in front, the next big step in front. I’m sorry to disappoint you. It’s beautiful. It has the glory of who we are, that has put little stamps of itself in this universe. Do you see sir, do you see? So many universes, they come down from Supermind. They are visionary spectacles. If I remember right, Supermind is not the last field of the day. It’s a big pitch of summer wear from ever larger realities. No beginning and no end, got it? Your head’s stuck in the multiverse, where there are not different versions of you. There’s whole other bases for universes that we can even describe so much different than elements are they. Okay I’m the chemist, and I’ve profound you a little bit. Why limit yourself to just one concept? Live in the sky, will yah?
Harm's End 