Reality sucks— someone who has not been initiated into the mysteries, the world’s suckless stuff. There is just so much to reality. It’s not slow motion. It’s got things on it. A dog licking your feet can be paradise leanin’ down on yah, the boy snuggled up to you a ballon of how the Earth feels in sun’s arms, the writing of a poem the feelings of the universe taking note it’s good to be alive. Shut up, I don’t trust you/believe you. [phrases spoken simultaneously] Reality sucks, doesn’t it? I was in his pencil box. I think that’s the only thing you look at. Walt Disney, can we say he had fingers? Of course he did. He just didn’t put ‘em in his movies. He wasn’t concerned with reality. Now where do we look at to be true? This is a strange one: I’m molten lava; I make the world a better place. This man’s sexual sins, his penis as it looks at children, Krakatoa. My God the music in this program, it sets the world straight. Read a few poems and see. Can we heal pedophilia? Can we change the world? I hold you accountable on this blog! I’ve pulled down my social media pants and given you something to think about. Where does reality lie with us? It’s bigger than sin, our existence. I call you on your shots. You take the world and make it a paper-mâché. You take a black kidney and throw it away. You don’t know how to face reality. I’m on your gun. You just squeeze people, take them in the social room and make them comply. You are not concerned with what works better or what works best. You want people to believe you/obey you. [phrases spoken simultaneously] You think I’m talking to a police officer’s gavel, or the lawmakers. Can we address society? Blog reader, don’t get angry, but you’re the society I’m talking to. And you thought Big Brother’s a government. Flag my blog. Bring us to the border with this. This is terrible. Nobody’s ever a piece of paper. We are living, breathing, human beings, each trying to make sense out of life. I’ve taken my disorder and done just that. I’ve gotten at the world that way. I’ve figured out things, taking my penis as a flashlight. Tell me that’s not the quick of our social selves, the genital stick up. It brings heart matters to bear. It lollipops the whole world. It gets us clean, if you dare to shine God with it. Am I making you sorry you’re such principle ass keepers? I can show you how to be human, and you don’t rob anyone of their meaning in time. You only rob meaning to rob meaning. This is America. We look down the gun at pedophiles, and my don’t the world believe us? We don’t care how spiritual you. You have no right to say anything. I don’t think you know the Apostle Paul, for surely if you’re not Christian, you’ve been raised in a Christian country. How many Christians did he kill, before he outshined Jesus as the principle Bible teller? Would if he killed children? You know I’m talkin’ executions. Now tell me I’m dirt, and redemption’s impossible. I think you killed Jesus. Wasn’t he a victim of sexual sin? And they shot him for it. I’m sorry I don’t believe in your goodness, in your virtue. I think you’re just as mean as me, when I held a boy down and ruined his life, and he cried. What did I say? How detached from reality I was. I couldn’t feel his pain. I’ve wanted to apologize. You don’t know where we have to go to heal this thing called human. We have to get down into the blood, into those spaces where we are cut off from one another, where human doesn’t fit, animal reigns. Somehow we have to transform those moments. How to bring people there? We have to get down into humanity’s stuff. And do we do that with Hitler killing Jews? It’s an example we wear to try to stop this among us. How many Jews say that? Where are Jews today? Still under the gun. You don’t want them there, and you want to protect children, and you want no more atrocities. Am I right? Where do we go? I’m showin’ yah. Will you just listen and not shoot. Will you be there for me too? It’s a reality seer, the direction of our travel. Will you see that? Will you know it’s there? Survivalist, I’m so sorry I failed the test. You don’t know what I’m doin’. You just think I’m a piece of paper. I’m taking my very life and placing it in your hands. I’m obeying God. I can’t get any bigger than that. I have the greater love. I’m not sorry for it/ashamed of it. [phrases spoken simultaneously] It’s not a box office hit. I think you’ll shoot me for it, but I’ve given you the formula for world change. This poem is just the beginning. Have you seen it yet? There is no one we cut off from humanity if you don’t want anyone cut off from their humanity. I can’t say this loud enough. I need you to see reason and the purpose of Jesus, come to terms with your humanity. It’s a rising sun. It doesn’t hurt people that wipe away guns from your eyes. It stays away from harm altogether, if it can help it. Can I reach you? Can this just be the two of us sharin’ bread? I’ve put my life on the line. Is that worth nothing, the sacrifice? I got this house full of living people inside, and I love them all. I’m a house keeper, and I field house. It’s my primary reality, where I spend the most of my time. They don’t know I’m under the gun. I don’t defeat them. I’m their Santa Claus, and a whole handful are dogs. They are so innocent. What are you going to do with that, tear out everybody’s hearts there? I want you to know the people you kill, if you should surrender to armed impulse to uphold a reality you don’t live up to. Now I continue with my life, even if you don’t mercy me. I do not know what God has in store, but I think Jesus died on the cross so I don’t have to. Tell me you only feel outrage. Tell me that’s all you feel. You’re alarmed over me. I don’t think you’ve gauged a piece of paper correctly. I am not the danger one here. You are the gun. You are not lawlessness. You’re something worse. The force of good in law you turn to slay. I haven’t had a chance to say this: how we doin’? If I just spit on you, feeding time. I really wanna make you happy with yourself. I want to show you goodness that does not kill. I want to hold your hand and give you a reality that doesn’t suck. Open up to the depths of life. Get out of right and wrong. We’re up there in the sky in splendid love. Can you meet me there? Can you come to my garden? I’ve planted so many roses for you. Read each one. Hi Luna. Are we nuts? Hi Lisa. My Rottweilers I’m showin’ yah. I’m in the way with them. They finish me off. I am so in love with them it hurts. I worry over their human. It’s my job with them. I’m bringing them to us. I think some know of the possibility. There, I hold a boy’s hand in a Rottweiler’s fur. It’s such a clean love. All that beauty, I don’t need to take it and eat it. Regal a Rottweiler is, standoffish in Time’s Square, but I can get into some lovin’, you know? This change, a boy is glad and bears it. He doesn’t have to hold himself there a freight train. He gets that good love a Rottweiler gives, and they just steal your heart. No here Luke, follow Us. This is brain, the trail towards enlightenment, come boy. [heard sung, my voice and guitar] What does the red line mean? That fundamental safety line, no one violates. What tempered glass is the horse driven? We actually go to spiritual enlightenment. You grow out me. But how? Run in the house the consciousness of Christ child. I thought about it. Know, a national thought a ride. And it is a blessing isn’t it. Until it becomes the official record, some Disney Land that you’ve come out with in the world, that will be your attack point this is reality bliss. Now tell me again you’re America land of the free. Fort Myers Beach, is it the origins of a better society? A beautiful place, thank you for the sun golden.
To the naturalist meeting in New York, and that’s a wonderful paper. Find divisions among us, I think that’s everybody’s see the world. You’re not gunna believe this, but I’m the right wingman to have us all see each other one. Who else do you hate more? Who’s at the bottom of the totem pole? Who would you subhuman all the time? Who do you crave to be with? Certainly not the pedophile. You are just so into guns where you meet the world. You just see and shoot the aggravations gun. How am I doin’? You have a perfect score. You did everybody in that got under your skin somehow. You just shot everybody with your mind. Now we come apart. You can’t take shooting sprees. What happened? Everybody shot the Lone Ranger. This is just hippie bullshit. You just put everybody in peril when you came across with your gun. You created division among us that destroy people. It’s all in the gun. That mind is a pointed object that shoots fire at people. You don’t believe this. It’s harmless you say, making people suffer in your mind. Does Earth manifest thoughts? I can’t put this on the chalkboard, but I can show it to you loud and clear. Why did World War Two start? The German people manifested pride, the Japanese their rising sun. Now take individuals and shoot them. This is an execution in town square. My God the executions there, and the atom bomb goes off. Can you make the connection from your room to there? It’s a lively possibility add up enough guns. You see what I’m gettin’ at don’t yah? We will just blow each other apart every minute of the day, and you see the emergency come in, a check on our behavior in the throw of our room, where we meet the world in thought. We meet them with philosophy and let religion control our thoughts. We go so far as to put something else, something our conscience says no. Innate in us is a thought control, a natural inclination to be good to people where mind meets them. How strong is this? Oh my God it’s breaking down. Can you see this? It’s everywhere. We need to see this to survive. You don’t know the power of thought. You think it’s inside your mind shut up in your head. This is erroneous thinking. We live in a thought field you and I, and it’s so immediate there. We cringe one another. Can we stop doing that? It manifests on the field. We find our hands expressing it in time, our feet kick up that dirt. We show the world with it. We live in a thought field. It has each one of us at heart. We prey on one another, just eat each other alive, violate one another like there are no boundaries. You know what I’m talking about. You do it too, and my God it’s real. It’s spins the weapons in that direction so someone else can use. It gets the ball going. It’s everywhere. Oh no my childhood, it’s full of holes. Even my father did that, once or twice. Shut the hell up. How deep this rabbit hole goes. You don’t want to see it. Can we come up for air? Can we stop violating one another in our thoughts. It is so control the world that way, and we don’t know how to control ourselves. It’s an imagine gun, and it takes ahold of our flesh and rides it, so feeling toned, rich hued, bottomless desire. It has us by the horns in those moments. We bleed with it. You know I’m drivin’ a point home, sticky desire. We come to terms with ourselves that way, comin’ to terms with it, seeing it shake us, watching it win. Just keep goin’. Learn to put this out of your mind. It violates people. It’s got so much charge on it. Can we come away from there? Now you’re alone in your sink. Your thoughts on other people are confused, but you’ve stopped the mind game. You don’t shoot people anymore. You just keep goin’. You’ll come out on the other side soon. You hear my thoughts? I’m showin’ ‘em to you. There’s a higher realm of thought. I don’t live there all the time, but you know I mostly do. Only rarely do I go abroad, and soon that will stop too. I am a thinker, and I spend time in wordless thought. I go into the quiet in my room. Great gyros of thinking await us that will propel us to sky noon. The layers of reality we peel back and dimly see the One. God is our living room. We see world process in stark living terms. We glimpse invisible beings at play. We see the terrible and inane. We have a glory of angels around our head. We see the stars. I think we join the universe. We have some brooding sense of who we are on high looking down on us, feel its comfort wings, know our lives its shallow dip in time. Profundities rise and take us by the hand. We see all like it’s a picture show, and sometimes the world is so thin, ultimate reality’s a bare whisper away. You see what I’m seein’? You can’t get that look unless you turn your mind from these surface arguments, from the world of material things, from being hooked all the time on this, that, and the other. Think large thoughts. I’ve motioned poetry to help us with our rooms, to put us on the right bed, to clear our thoughts of all this imagining that isn’t good to people, to learn how to handle time. Are you game? I’m showin’ yah the way to enter in relations with one another that bring us the world together that brings peace on earth. Crazy doctor, he’s always runnin’ a poetry see, a show you this, show you that. Will you take him in one day? I got deleted from my YouTube channel. They took a video away. Officer down! It fought Islamic State right in its ideology in its gruesome videos. It put the soul there and the true ways of God. It shot the soul down, that censorship. You wonder why they waited seven years. Now what’s next, my whole blog? The deletion has begun, and you don’t even know it’s happenin’. You see the peril I’m in. It’s available now; I’ll stack you with poems to read. You think they’ll be up much longer? The diversity is what is placed in that pile of focus. I think we go to school, learn to look in all things God. What is the divine nature and where can it be found? It’s your thoughts found the world you’re in, and you go from there. The above air in the lines’ all that matters, but anyway, movin’ all that mass. What was wrong? Your mind is a stronghold. It caters to its own kind. You can’t get at it easily with your conscious mind, the way a neighbor thinks. We suspect each other. But double down, in your underwear, open closed doors, and you can catch your neighbor’s thoughts about you and where they’re at in life. Test this link. The inner television is kinda a body temperature, and I’ll figure it now one word: peace. You really want that to happen. Did he trouble you? Mustn’t give him some blacklist. I wouldn’t back down. Be a light unto him, and you are on the case man. You hear them all the time. You hear the community thought with the bodies of your mind, and no conscious person see it happen. This is screened, subliminal. You take them from the field your thought, as you are fooled: they’re your thoughts. They come in your mind like you. How do I know this? I study mine, and I’ve opened those closed doors, and I study all the time. Go Big Brother. A few moments time, there you go, I’m off the net, and you never even knew I was there.
Sit Bruno. Sit media. People are searching. The official account sucks, and all the fringe theories comply. There you are with question tape. Are you a fringe theorist too, no different than all the rest? You’re media worthy. No one can deny that. You’re not a division conspiracy. You promote unity. You give answers to burning questions in the literature of true mysticism. There is no fake in your account. You weigh on things, go deep into matters, expose the core. That’s not valueless. If you’re gonna trust someone, tell me why that wouldn’t be you? You know how to speak the truth. You just protect yourself. You will land a lot of votes one day. Big deal you say. You’re in the thick of it now, feeling like a fool. I don’t want any of those kitchen parts. I elevate mass shooting to lie. We hear from the conspiracy keepers. I think the mainstream media has a fact sheet, and they got it all wrong. It’s not individuals with guns; it’s the whole damn society, and we listen to man. We listen to man explains. Honey a higher power called. It’s on alert. That poet explains. He was a link sunk because he was honorable to my heart. Trapped in this animal explains. This is not a localized crime. A thief in the night has come. He’s carried away your children in body bags. Now let’s control this demon. You think it’s a hack job, some guy alone in his underwear just does everybody in. We can’t lift our feet from this. It is so in our face. What do we do about it? Study the phenomenon in aftermath. We look at individual responsibility and gun ownership. No one sees the ticket. It’s a hate crime. Hate is all over the place. It’s gotten in our underwear. We pick it up and shoot people with it. Hate kills. Hate is ever present among us. It’s difficult to follow. Bang! Bang! Bang! That has come from an inner leaping. We share consciousness in shares. Ideas and memes flow between us and the feelings we all share. Pick up that gun and shoot it, this is inner wear. A thought has come from the crowd. It’s packaged hate. Everybody’s doing it. The inside thought process, people hate each other. Now this is the remote. The lone gunman’s a brand. He has all the right equipment to pick up our hate and kill the crowd. He was raised that way. This happens everyday it’s so big. A suicide vest determines it in other countries, or a car murder weapon, a knife or an axe. It’s the same phenomenon. We all do it. Why? We’ve picked up the virus: we’re hating each other in our thoughts, and we imagine violence, play that in our mind. Don’t call it a mass shooting. We handle our brains, punching people, tellin’ them off. Imagining more calamities an exercise. Well just do your neighbor in if he offends you. We box his ears; we just send her packing, all in a mind’s eye. And there it goes, straight to that rifle, and a lone gunman branded, look: he carries everybody’s hate. How do we profit from this? Let’s go back to rooster crowing at dawn. You just put down that gun, that rifle, give good imaginings to people in your feeling thoughts. I know what you’re saying. I can’t get it in. There’s a whistleblower. It’s this specific hate you feel in a crowd. Somebody’s hurt you or your family, or you see them on the world stage doing that. They’ve done wrong and need to be punished, even if it’s just offended you by calling you names or putting you down, undermining your position. You want them to pay for what they have done. Can we see this is epidemic now? Oh yeah, cancel everything to do with gun control. It’s a family weapon. We need it to shoot intruders, protect ourselves from the vice. We won’t let you in. We imagine horrible things in any commotion you make. We use guns in our minds to straighten people out. Are you a gun owner? Ever done that: they just need to be shot? Is that a meme? It’s comin’ tomorrow we control our guns much better than we do now. A daily gun, systemic hate, we take this around and show it to people, all over the place. We unfold as humans, learn more about our stuff, the inner side of relations, and become more kind to everyone, where it really counts, in our minds. I’m yesterday. Nobody knows it’s there, but I have to tell you about it anyway and be not listened to. Ladies and gentlemen, it’s got our progress, the poetry I share online. You’re dismissed. You hear the voices, don’t you?
I open up my face in Brahman. Something happened. Death lives on in each of us. Transient houses you made us feel. Can we all surrender to hatred? To relations with each other I bring the death penalty; I’ve packaged everything— we hear death talkin’. Now will you please listen? Give this say to an individual, not a group of any nation or purpose, some wisdom on control. Absolutely parallel balance, that’s the frame I put this in, on the level. Hey, you alright? I just put love in enemy territory. Will I make it out of here alive? You tell me. My God that’s balance, and let’s score you again just too worth it. And nobody walks me huh? It’s crazy but I go all out with this one, and your attitudes about how social change comes about, the best advice. I put my peril down and tell you the safe, wholesome fight for everyone. You will kill me here I know, if you break truth with me, of course. He tore down his statue of self-defense and said one big one today, Smile Records. All I want from poetry is my two front teeth. We don’t need a bully. The safest place for me to be is away from you. I’m volunteering at your stacked deck straight ahead. Unbelievable. Do me a favor, I’m telling you don’t press defcon 4. We’re at the Geneva Convention. It’s so shallow if I even make it this far. I want your hands off hate. We’ve got to get down into the bowels of society to do that. That’s why I’m chargin’ bulls wearin’ red. I’m down to this science, and you’re in the war room. You know what he give me? Imaginations control, nobody harm one another in their thoughts. Can you see that in your mind? This is hot stuff. This is how we pay for peace Emily. Do a father to father talk about peace with Emily. Her underwear got crowded out by someone in her neighborhood when she was seven or eight. The backlist sells cookies so much slower. She looks blind, hyperactive. Identify that culprit with me. No, identify with the culprit. I’ve just spoken the secret formula that will save the world. I’ve just spoken huge change. You have my record. It was a peace mission. You’re just the Alamo. Behind you, that’s not a peacemaker. Someone in the vestibules throwing us all to evil. They even have a financial access. Hide and seek the world demon. And pray you don’t see him. It’s a calamity. Donny, filter. Read the endless pages. I’ll have the affordable print tomorrow. I just copy movies. I don’t have a thing to say that flowers a reader’s turnover. I don’t get published in the sky. I just sit in my room and write long letters to humanity. I’m a shrill voice. I run the gauntlet of change. I slip and slide all the time all over your meaning’s worth. I Excalibur this now, put it in a format for you to use/see. [words spoken simultaneously] Do me a favor, huddle up. We’ve got no other choice. I think the Griffins and the McCoys said that. Did I just say enemies should speak to each other? Without contempt. I’m a Jew you know that. Don’t hate me for it. I’m a rightwing political bureau. I think we would even charity you. Do suicide and pull down your pants a pedophile; can you find anyone that doesn’t want you dead or not allowed to breathe? This is poetry central, giving time a voice so it can move us away from destruction and decay, so it can bring meaning into our lives, give sense to things, and it can get bigger than all that be there for us. It can evolve time. That’s the secret to noon. We are not worthy of its hour. We can’t get out of our sleeping beds. The world is on fire, and everybody thinks it’s as plain as day: horse rider you started it, you comin’ from a land seize, or the hideous government, or a cooperation bring us to our knees. We’re to blame for the execution, all of us, each one of us. You hear that? You’re on it all the time. A government oppresses its people, and nobody sees the people themselves flavor it. Take the litmus test. Who supplies them with the labor to enforce and to punish and to obey? The numbers wanting free, that’s not big enough to form a majority, is it? And even they oppress the numbers wanting to obey. Do we call them traitors? Let’s click on you. You would not accept my submission, would yah? I don’t even think you’d understand it. Pop goes the weasel. Another one bites the dust. [heard sung by Queen, line names song] Oh the poems I’ve wasted on you. Can I get at this singular event, I get taken in by somebody a poet speaking? I’m still dawn on social approval. Can we get at being human? This poem’s for you, a higher source for love, even when you’ve exposed yourself on TV. So filled our cabinet and left. I’m a garbage bag. I take only a minute to throw away, but take a minute and look. I’m sculptured, rounded to your looks on things. You know what you told me when you were a child, sooner or later— thank you for the Pepto-Bismol, so I can start with you just knock on the door and tell ‘em you’re hungry dammit, for the zest of life, more than someone who sucks their thumb; I need to know I’m safe, okay? I’m this contradiction in terms— that kid. This is the draw-sight for human beings: love everybody’s neighbor, love and support. Crazy kid, he loves a pedophile. We give it much more than it came from, call it much more than it is: I love you too honey child. You hear us now. We are not strangers on earth. We carry the world in the litany of our smile. That’s 12 o’clock high. That’s our love song. Is that child safe with me? We bring the world together. Do you wanna make climate? It worked for our team so much. Film this great, narrow, stone bed. To put them in the mall? Pathway. I’ll have a Rottweiler to try to stay down there to put you in touch with time. She just makes everything so real. She's down there right now, a love angle. Can we calamity this? That’s the nature of this paper, the spirit of love. And I’ve just waved a red flag under your nose. Control yourself, will yah? I’m not asking you to accept pain to a child or harm done to him. I think I’ve reached into your hate basket and pulled out the biggest one: you can’t put these two together and make a story out of love. Self-defense mechanisms aside, that’s how I define the world: and he’s safe with me. Now let’s look at your self-doubts. Is he safe with you? Will you kill him because you’ve seen him on this page close to someone who loves boys? Is this to make you feel safe? Look, let’s give everybody some room to breathe. Mighty this one; imagine this one— I have a missed call: no, it’s not a hateful love. It’s right on time: for all the world to see.
Give Me your post— exact words on their whole creation, and the divine does more than just speak my words; they are manifested, actualized actually. They’re all over the place. Let’s not block the city now. We’d spell it out now, and can I talk from my inmost secure space and not have you hate me for it? Heroin, all this birthday Auroville new city celebration. You already put it on the funeral pyre. It’s got lands on it Auroville doesn’t wear. Who said Auroville to be a government city? Can the government control that, human unity? You say the Mother appointed the appointee, and where did she come from? A government takeover of India. Is this wrong? Where will it lead us? You know a Hindu state. Are you comfortable with this, India institutionalized by religion? Could religious observance be required, and to what degree? Would you give the power to the people to decide for themselves? You’d list it on the bulletin board what they should do, how they should think, how they should act. I think Auroville is a proving ground for this, a model city. You’re just excited because she’s come to town, this government appointee, and she’s moving things forward, or so it seems. What is the master plan, a city led by the Mother? Let’s take a minute and count our sums. Auroville is to be the city of the new human being. Spiritual transformation rules the day, radical transformative steps of inner keeping. This is everybody’s inner wear. You tell everybody to do it? You hand it down by decree? You rule it into existence? You make it happen by an Auroville bigger than its spheres. It’s loosely organized so it can happen. It’s got so much time on it, but first it has to begin, and who’s doin’ it? I think I’ve heard Muriel preaching about it. Manifesting Auroville says it must be done. It’s not a legalistic handover to man. Can you come to terms with yourself? It’s not happenin’ in your lives either. It’s a radical change of you do this, you do that. Nobody can figure it out. It’s high in the sky. You don’t know how to look at the world without the divine. You’ve failed this first test: they are not divine we are. There opens up in you a compassion for even people who make mistakes, even child molesters and axe murderers. You way with them, give them your knowledge by identity. That’s what you do with them to stop them from hurting people. No other force works, am I right? Knowledge by identity is where we meet the world. No, you don’t have this either. What the heck? This is an evaluation program to see if you can talk about human unity. That’s a spiritual vision, you know? You just seem to think it’s a conglomerate of humanity, a mixture of races and countries and creeds. Well let’s look at the secretary. She’s at a radical change of consciousness? That’s the Mother in her steps? How does she approach people who say no to her policies? There there now my child, you rebellious little thing, how do I obstacle you? My mother’s love is on the table, and let’s see about your needs so we can get to the bottom of this. Does she do that? Does she have the Mother’s grace? If that is not needed then, who do you want to be the principle player in Auroville? You don’t want the Mother? Crash and burn you say, just get things done. It’s not the physical city you’re building. It’s a change of consciousness. You can’t build that with physical means. It can’t happen in an environment of fear and loathing. Are you sure you want Auroville? Do you really understand its plan? You want 50,000 residents, or whatever greater number, before the true work has begun? Really? You’re right about the sloth cabins, the people just there to eat a green city, the people who just want their comfortable livin’, but what do we do with them? Do we just let them be? How do you turn on a city to divine consciousness? Preach to them? Where is that spark? Move thousands more people in, and there goes the possibility. Now let’s work on us. Can you see that? No method I can provide will satisfy you, but we’d need to see the inner consciousness. What does that look like when it’s happenin’? How do we do it? You open it. You get busy with the inner consciousness. That looks very different than Auroville of today. It looks very different than your contribution to Auroville. We’d need to see the city first, have it start its development plan in a little square one. It can’t do that now. In all your talk about it you’re throwin’ it away. You’ve just let the government come in and take over. Can we say that again? The government of India will run Auroville, and you’re okay with that. I am so very sorry, you’ve lost Auroville. We have to wait for a savior now, and that won’t be an administrator or any single person. I think the world will have to come in and take back what it rightfully owns. How that will happen, well, let’s wait and see.
It doesn’t work, speak no evil. There’s social media, a limited engagement. You’re robbed of your thinking. You just can’t get along without it. I use it to post poems. No one listens to me. I’m too far out there, a lamp post. Crud’s got your thinking. It’s all wrapped up in stuff, the opinion polls. I don’t know where to begin to tell you this is dangerous to your health. How do we get rid of it? We don’t. We let it stay. It’s horrific on our senses. It pulls us this way and that, and we can write on it our opinions in user content. That’s its value to us. Can we stop this, practice patience, holy roller your pen? I would have to explain this mule. Can we get off of it? No, it’s coming from your inner source of inspiration. It’s got the light of worlds on it. You speak because it’s an inner necessity. You don’t really want to. Oh my God the ploughs here. I think we can be deluded. Yeah, you crazy you ain’t. How do you know which way to go? How do you know it’s genuine? It’s engages your life right at the node. It’s got your guts spilled out on the page in poetic symbols. If it’s video art, you're revealin’ your problems in time where infinity meets them. If you think you’re a realized being you’re not. Oh my I’ve crossed lines: I’m not a realized being saying that. I think we can pepper some individuals on this flagpole. What would they sound like? Oh my God it’s God. Give me a link to a video you’ve heard this on, and let’s consider it. Now back to the mule. I don’t think you’re dressed up. You don’t wear camera wear, and I’m not talkin’ costumes, make-up. In a creation video they’re fine. You’re not tryin’ to say somethin’ expoundatory, and you’re revealin’ yourself as the origin of the video, whatever. You don’t expound your themes. You’re surprised from inside when your inspiration wants to say somethin’, and the inspiration writes itself. Can you follow me here? I’m not done. I think we clue in on Muriel or Manifesting Auroville. These are not divine papers. They show and tell. They don’t say anything that will change your life. They’re just there on the page quoting masters. They have something to say, and with creativity and with clout, but it’s your standard, ordinary video, or something to say, and it doesn’t engage the world with you. It’s pretty and all, sometimes, but it doesn’t hold your hand and speak properly like a friend. You’re engaged to claim supremacy over others. I’m sorry Manifesting Auroville, you’re not there with me in the error of my stuff a way station for hope. Can we get goin’? I’d like to talk to you, and I’m manifestin’ Auroville too. We’ve some things to consider you have not. Can that be done? It’s just my look. I engage you in the pencil of a book, in the principle of a book. We wouldn’t start at chapters. It’s got all the way to Israel on it, the intro to racial equality. It’s a big book, and we’d start there. Have we branded Auroville? We’ve hit it right on the head, the exponential of Auroville. Do join us.
Their love of yoga, all that had to do with the divine. The divine is alive and well on Planet Earth. He sees you. Can you hear ‘im? Made out to be a man, but really She’s a woman, when you get right down to pictures of Her in the caretaker of Her smile. A Mother Might looks out on the world, and we are all the better for it. Let’s change some, become ourselves again, as children see the world: it glows, oohs and aahs; it’s bigger than us, and we love it. Gimmie the beat boys and free my soul. [heard sung by Dobie Gray, “Drift Away”] You know how it feels, so good to be alive. Thank you Mother. Now I’m dancin’ on this ice. I don’t know how to explain this. Oh Mother, that’s not You in Pondicherry, but I think we lifted You up when we adored her feet. I call on You through her, as our yoga sees the world, and in perfect deity fashion, that woman in Pondicherry helps. She’s in my living room. Now do we count blessings? I am in the arms of the Mother, you know? She fills out for me the way to move forward. I call on her some, but she is not my image of God. I mean like I do sit in her lap, pettin’ my Rottweiler, but I’m lookin’ at God. I can tell you a lot about deity. There are waves of them. I listen to them all the time. I mean, I hear them speak. I’m not always at their beck and call, and I’m choosy. I want those Sun voices way up there. They’re wonderful. They have our divinity all over them. They gauge us there, and they point us to God, the supreme all-encompassing universe that existence can light, and it’s a conscious Individual all things are. Don’t let my words get in the way. God is how we meet the One on its time. I’m talking big you understand. All this agency gets down to us, the level of existence we’re at— I think I just heard God. God will talk to you in spheres. That’s what divinity is for, and each time we mistake the day for the sun. Conversations with God are conversations with some deity. How much freedom to understand that. It’s yoga based, if you want to know the truth. We want to be God’s lovers here on earth. We want to know God here on earth. We want to see God here on earth, see God in everything we see, and one day, God will ride us who we are in time. I’m breakin’ in on barriers to show you God, and these words have failed I know to overcome that last barrier, to understand God real in this sentence. Can you light the fire of God? This is not a proverbial question. I’m askin’ ‘cause it hurts you if you don’t, hurts you in the fundamental ground of reality. You can envision no one cares. You can’t smuggle up to reality and say this is safe. You don’t know how to tie your shoe, and that’s lacin’ the world through your fingers a project that smiles. You’re just all bummed out because the wonder of it all is insufficient to pick you up and carry you along when you’re so discouraged you just want to die. And I gettin’ through? The fire of God is lightable on our time. It’s not a deity wear, some figure of God asking for your allegiance. It will burn off all this. It will be bigger than time. It won’t sit in an abode and judge you. It will with the universe hold your hand. How do you get there? You need God. Oh man I can’t get this through. People will kill you if you don’t, or the world will fall in. Look out, I’m tellin’ yah how to find God. It’s need determines present, and I don’t know how you make those conditions, but when you’re a pedophile they come naturally. That’s the price of your hate: I get God and you don’t anywhere near I’m showin’ Him to yah. God hates sinners, that’s a lie. Oh my little child, come let’s give you a bath. You’ve gotten muddy again. If you let Me I’ll get you outta there. And then ensues the relationship. You just don’t know God. Or do you? Come let us love together. High and mighty, I don’t see you in God. Take pictures of Sri Aurobindo. I’ve blossomed him, brought out his yoga to the ground floor. You’ll just think I’m lying, the worshippers of Sri Aurobindo. I’m golden atlas. It’s not Sri Aurobindo I’m seein’. You know the Supermind’s on the Earth. I’m tailin’ it in. Oh my God airplanes, now look at this one. It’s bigger than science. It’s a cash card. It’s the right way to do Earth. It’s not forced. It doesn’t have any artificial barriers between you and what you’re supposed to do. It’s not a morality flag. It brings a different formula into the equation. How big is this? It heals time. I’ve got roads on. I push reality through the basin of time. Shut up and go to sleep— a reader quibs in. Alright I’ll admit it. It’s the supramental. It’s very intense, but it’s the supramental has ahold of my paper. I’m telling you what the decision is: they are to occur the region. Heavy regions, girls we gotta absolve the conflict. You put it in right there, make the supramental the way we handle evil. We don’t just military our paper. Let me let you take a short look at that. And then I realized something: how does an honest criminal realize their mistake? You banish them forever. Agency, now to realize the Mother and Sri Aurobindo’s, yeah, exactly. Ensues the conversation. Are you gonna be prepared? I will be honest; I didn’t know your name Impossible. Let’s get one thing straight, surrender to God, it becomes possible right now. God is the answer God is the key, and the beauty is it’s not abstract. You get here to this post God is holding your hand. You can hear Him speak. You can feel His power. You can bask in His love. You can see Him in everything that touches you I do. Can we get anymore cornered than that? God’s got you cornered, and you can overcome any behavior. You can do anything. Okay those are the big city lights. Wow, I’ve just described to you how the world was won. Put that credit in my court, and let’s celebrate the world together. I mean not smoking and not being attached to smoking either. So this rare new style is upon the Earth today, and as my teachers told me, I put it there, I and they. Car commander, be the example to everyone. You have my permission. Individuality under the Lord, you know? I could do it before I found these lyrics, lost lyrics, as you won’t find them until that thing happens whereby one sees a poem and gets other people to see it. That mystery engagement with poetry, I’m at a loss to understand. Better thank a look, knock out reader. You know, have a nice day. Make civilian source, make civilian ready, I am on my way in the literary of my smile, in the literacy of everybody’s smile. Now here. Is this Heaven? [vision with this line of being in a narrow exhibition space and colorful, extraordinary photographs on the walls all around me, more colorfully extraordinary ones appearing as I’m asking this question] Your vanity has registered a trip. Oh excuse the mule, he’s a real piece of work. But I’m still comfort in, and I’m standin’ by at your house, if you ever wanna change the world you live in. How do you want me to be? How to dream afterwards. Tell this to the press corps: I’m proud of yah; you stopped killin’ people on death row (Oh BBC do you hear me? That was pressure to kill the Parkland shooter, who you wanted killed. Now on with the scroll), and got the news ready to see the criminal as a human being you care about even though they did somethin’. And there that’s my piece. Not from institution to move along: to auto-flash cooking that old traditional paper just reports on. We put it in user-generated content. Hello gatekeeper, keep up. Now there, I got your number, don’t I? Supergame, everybody listen to Hairy. He’s got somethin’ make us all better people. You out to lunch? Glad you could join us, as you left your sin and came over to help us. Why do you all try to help? We care, which means we grow up to care, and everybody learns the three R’s while they’re learnin’ this— the whole import of school, and can you tell me why not? Newspapers here, I gave you a way to make yourselves better. Read this to the public: let’s teach our children to care, and we solve all human-made problems if we care about everybody. How simple that is to see, how horrible we are blind to it, and science-based gets us there? Here’s where science fails: it can’t see God, and God alone cares. We’re done. The root of all papers, and I’m figurin’ time. What would you quib here, I don’t see the import of your paper? And if you said that I don’t think you care or even write home— a poetry blush, I mean practice for enlightenment. Do we all come along? Spiritual enlightenment, it happens one person at a time. I didn’t end this properly. Let’s end this properly. Okay where does your paper take us, so long and thanks for all the fish? At a human let’s all look Christmas. I mean study love as the foundation of society. Would I be talking to a brick wall?
Names, is that the name of God? Would you call him Jesus? I don’t understand God’s son. Would a man give birth to a dog? The son is the substance of his father and his mother, and where is she in this picture when we talk about the Trinity? No God wore. You’ve made up a family to give God sustenance in your lives. You don’t understand God. Who can? Come on let’s see God. I don’t know where He comes from. Could we call Jesus a bastard child? Honestly, do you think his society did not? Where do we go here? I think Mary escapes to Ein Karem to avoid being stoned. Oh hi Elizabeth you’re pregnant too out of wedlock. Now can we capture sexual sin? No he’s king of the world. It was all a plan: die on the cross for our sins. And we’ve made up another story to grapple with God in man. Who was Jesus? A little child born out of wedlock, and everybody taunted him for it, and he really suffered. Is this in the Gospels? No, it’s logic and common sense. The people of his day hated adulterers and bastard children. Can the pedophile say that today? Oh my goodness I’ve crossed lines imaging sexual sin, and how we use that to hate people. Can you imagine a God of hate? I think some people do. Is that you? Take Jesus by the hand, and he will show you love for your neighbor, even if your neighbor sins. Compassionate Christ, how that contradicts your world order. I can’t imagine Jesus stoning people. Go to hell you sinner! You didn’t vote for me! And that’s the Christ? How conveniently laid out in your plans to force the world on your belief. Thank God there’s God, the truth of things, you know? no matter what you believe. Jesus Christ, I’ve not counted him exactly. He gives us roads, all the way to enlightenment/paradise. [worlds spoken simultaneously] Our meeting him determines the course. He’s not a throw away deity. He gauges sin, and helps us cross it. We are loved there. We bring him deity to us, can find that Christ in ourselves, the divine element, and transfigure this in man. These are later stages the Gospels know not of. I think you’re seein’ Jesus, the Christ in our lives, spilt by Christianity. The religion does not capture the man. It’s legal framework whereby to tax sin, a framework of belief to tail the universe on, a holier-than-thou that puts everyone else in hell. This is the religion for the ages. This is God’s total store for man in planetary being alive. Immensity knows no other look than this. What medieval planet have you been hanging out on? I don’t think Jesus would recognize himself here. Would you crucify him, goes the refrain, [above and below lines lyrics from “Would You Crucify Him?”] if he walked right here among you once again? Now that’s John Michael Talbot. He put down his sword and became a religious man. What do we do with him today? Oh John, you are so faithful to the Lord. Is that a TV program? Where is that window you opened on the truth of Christ? It’s right here in the lyrics of this poem. There’s positive paintings of the way of Christ. You take the ball and run with it. The ways of divinity ride here. What happens if you destroy it, the value of Christ? You’re witnessin’ a new reality if you don’t. We’re all here in airplanes evolving Christ. We’re lookin’ at time. We need a revolution here on earth. There’s no way to avoid it if we want to actually survive. The unity consciousness, a consciousness of Christ, hello? He’s good for heroes. Yes, he is good for heroes, and the Gospels leave that out.
This poem was came about as a result of a conversation with a curator of the blog Some View of the World. The link will take you the post of theirs where the conversation took place, quite short on their end, and this is the second poem resulting from that. The other one you can read there.
A poem by Donny Lee Duke
He discovered that his Crimea life had to change. I’m not talking about the pencil box. We’re seein’ movies: all eyes on the outer scene and you're in the movie. How do I concentrate? Remove obstacles. Look at your life in purpose. Don’t just stand there and stare at things. I don’t know how to engage this. Look at that rice on your plate. Does it need you? Yet it exists. I need another metaphor. There’s a dog in the corner. It’s barking. It’s baking. It’s just lost in its own movement, you see? You put yourself in everything you’re lookin’ at. Can you give a free look, free of charge? Just look, no questions asked. This is less painful. It’s not up and down. The Source is just a remover of boundaries. The Source won’t last long on my time. I’m a question paper. In this instructional video, can we suddenly lick my nose, make mean somethin’? I wanna apply this to life in the substance of my hands. We process thought so your hands help the world sunshine. This even in the substance of your genitals and how your dick holds the world when you look out upon the world. Why the sudden graphic video? Attention readers, I think I got yours. Once we go down there it’s hard to come back up, you know? even in a poem. I study reality whether you believe it or not. I put divine values on everything. Now I’m learnin’ to not bother with me. A thousand runs will there it is. We don’t want to invest reality with our stuff in the substance of our see. We want to be free in that look. It’s like the doorbell rings, and you’re not concerned about it. You do not enter the picture. Can you get that look? It’s hard to bear/keep. [words spoken simultaneously] There are so many things pressing on your mind. This is thought control at its most basic. Can you see reality from here? It’s got lines in it. Crossing them means you. A monkey sees that swingin’ from tree to tree. You can’t see that in your living room. You’re not involved in yourself in reality, unless your reality needs that look. It’s screamin’ at yah. Can get that look on death row. Reality has you by the balls, and you see yourself too much. This is freedom from spheres. You have a long way to go to freedom yourself, oh world of my sunshine. It’s not a substance of thought. Your reality changes the ground of consciousness has. Wow, this is frightful if you haven’t bubbled into it over time. There’s no room for it, with your leavin’ everything, and you don’t know how to handle zero, and everything’s still around you. We’’ll get to that later. It’s the culmination culminated elsewhere. This poem doesn’t go that far. Here you just let go of you as you stare at things.
Anyway I’ve got a limited ordinary sword. [vision putting the image for poem here] I can’t seem to see the forest for the trees. It’s hot stuff, because it’s got so much reality behind it, but still there’s ordinary consciousness there. Can you count the trees? Can you even tell the difference between a reality bin and ‘can you see the trees’? I am a lineman for the county. [heard sung by Glen Campbell, “Wichita Lineman”] You’ve tripped up everybody— a line you make. Will it ever join reality? We’d have to look at my poems awhile and see. No one’s taking them to the picture show. What form is that? Can you get rid of me? You’re not packaged reality. I think the reader said that. This is traditional English in the mass. Where do all these bubbles come from? A larger reality that makes passes at reality and even cowardly reality. Much more was in conflict after Zelenskyy’s assassination. Can we make Zelenskyy any bigger? Planets and rallies in the corner, the poet the symbol is a metaphor of. This is so on your feet. This is so operation from your mystery. His society refuses him to speak. You heard his poetry anyway— lessons in accountability. Alright throw him away for now, and just look at bare reality. It’s there behind the poem. She was always ahead of the Path. Can clear at any moment, and she just keeps engagin’ in stuff until it does. Do you want to see my failure in things? It’s listed on the net. And there it is. Man it came to me at dawn: I am now gonna make it to the top of the world, with or without you. [heard sung by U2, “With or Without You”] Do you hear my drivin’ point? My freedom from midnight, from all expressions of evil. Can you hear that power? It’s right where you least suspect it. It’s in your living room. Pick me up will yah? Get into the rest of that television mobilized for enlightenment. Cheerio. You can say he went to the doctor. A lot comes out of that. Good and clean, those are the eyes. Hallelujah.
It’s a helicopter. The issues are hands. Listen to these. It’s in the papers now: how do we gather our children and they’re all around us dead? I see the faces now, captured on camera of a parent’s woe. A little first grader, I gave him a bath in the sink. He was so little. My God he was adorable. I washed him clean. The towel had so much laughter on it, and I held my little boy dry to sleep. What a memory gun, someone took it and cut me up with it. Alex Jones bled conspiracy. Oh they love their guns. Gets children murdered, and slaps us with their memory. Is this right? Oh I love you momma. Close the door you silly thing, and go to school. I love you too falls on my lips every time I turn around. Did I tell you that my sweet little boy? Good God it hurts. The world was smashed in my mirror. I don’t trust it now. It’s got sinister eyes. I pound my head against the wall. I don’t know how to fight this. I don’t know what to do. The tears still come so easily. Can you see me son? Will you be with me again? This is terrible live action. We call it Sandy Hook. It will never end. That hook rends my heart, but it’s made of sand and I cannot grasp it out. Oh the meaning in names. Have you ever looked at that? Yes, yes there’s a conspiracy, in the very ground of reality itself. I don’t know what’s going on. This is just too much for me. They love their guns more than murdered children. I don’t understand this game. Can we get at reality, and put it in front of our faces, so we see what’s going on? Does this all have to be about your rights? Look, Sandy Hook happened. I was there— and this is humanity please; my heart was shot that day. Can you tell a parent in a room their child didn’t die, and that room is their child’s, and all the dead child’s things stare back at them, and they feel like killing themselves? Would you feel that? I would like to show you something. It’s a horror show. The worst reality in the world opened fire on our children, a little bit of hell in the room. Can you feel their fear, their fright? Can hear their cries, their oh my God their screams? Can you hold their hand? That’s what we’re here for. Can you? I want you to be there in your mind’s eye, in your heart’s chamber, when you salute our flag. Oh I’m not asking this every time, just enough to matter, just enough for a better America, where we’ll be safe again from a defeated imagination that sees a conspiracy behind every bush that get us all to hate. Oh special interests groups I’m sorry, you’re just special interest groups. Love America, you know? And that’s not a flag, a founding father, this political party or that. It’s not even a revolution. It’s us you and me, Americans. You heard the Sandy Hook massacre. Whatever. At the flywheel of another one's comin', and everybody knows that for sure. What can we do? I can stick out hate and identify the root of the problem, the hate that's out there mixin' with everybody, and who would believe me? Who would even see its massive spread among us in every room in humanity? This is my business, takin' your hatred and showin' it to yah. You hate me more than serial killers. In America no one is hated more. Jesus Christ, the pedophile. Now on earth hello.