Gonna go to the funeral
of my/one nation above all. [two words heard spoken simultaneously]
This is politics.
Nobody knows its price.
There’s no exclusive zones.
You value humanity more than your national individual,
or your race or peoplehood,
even your religion.
Sounds impossible now.
It’s the only way to survive,
equality at its most basic point.
Fundamentalist Christians will have a field day
calling this the Antichrist.
The number of man don’t you see?
666.
And Jews and Moslems
cannot exclusive each other,
and the resistance to that will go to the sink,
but you still be Jew
like it’s your life’s blood.
Americans cannot be Americans
and only Americans.
They must include the world.
India
cannot see her greatness above other peoples
when she can give her spirituality,
definitely
universalized.
No nation or people will ride the others
like they own the planet.
China will have to settle down
and give us good engines to wear.
This is flower,
not put the engines of the world to her use,
and North Korea
will be no more.
All will unite in peace.
This is the human ship
some waves from now.
Can’t believe it, can you?
We’re on the brink of this today,
where ideas ride time,
where ideas enter humanity
as the clothes we wear.
It’s comin’.
It’s not even in our minds today.
It’s not on the news.
It’s a radical idea
everybody’s scared of,
nobody can promote,
neither in the press nor in the government,
and science is busy with atoms
and other small fare.
They will not bring us together.
Academia,
well,
this is a pipe dream,
and increasingly they’re controlled.
Well how does it get in?
Intelligence—
we put the human being first or die.
I’m talking about people’s upon the Earth,
purely political wears.
I’m not talking about ruining existing structures
or eclipsing God with man.
I bright and shiny your day
with your humanity comes first
before any other kin.
We teach that in school,
give this to our babies.
You hear me now?
It’s a price we wear,
gettin’ good at
as we see our survival depends on it.
We start today
in the maker of a poem
where I put my foot ride:
humanity
ever coming first,
in my politics with mankind,
in my behavior,
in my think about you and us,
in where I meet you today.
I’m riding God
as the one I wonder at,
as the one I want to please,
as the one I want to be like,
as the one I want to hold dear
above all else,
as my principle keeper,
and if I put humanity first,
the human being over any category of people,
I am bright house God wear,
and the more I know God,
he’s not an exclusive zone.
He can wear all pronouns at once
and is the love of humanity in my heart.
Where do you think this idea comes from?
It comes from God
one notion humanity.
Past
you’re early.
Noosphere,
everyone’s looking for you.
In siddhi,
that’s where I sit,
and I just made an inner poem.
I made some mistakes
where we meet each other.
I will answer for it
like this:
let’s put humanity first.
In the middle of humanity,
in humanity’s living room,
I can get this across to you
in thought wears.
Come to my room
the thoughts that are out there
pullin’ humanity close to itself
on the frontiers of thought.
I’ve pulled humanity close to itself.
I get in humanity’s room today.
Is this a great mixing?
I don’t think you understand me right.
This is the center of identity
in human terms
among all the peoples.
It’s a movement to grow this in humanity
where you raise your children.
It’s not a boiling pot humanity,
pull your pants down
and let everybody there.
You still have national borders
and respect demographics.
You’re just more human about it.
You give it a liberal hand,
but you don’t overwhelm a culture with immigrants.
We will get good at making their lives better
where they are,
but we will not refuse them to move.
Can I champion human causes?
We need to improve the lives of children in Africa.
You can’t get better infrastructure than that,
priority child’s lives.
Loved at home
and treated brightly,
that’s the food they wear.
Do you see my cultural dynamics?
It’s the number one priority,
meet those children’s needs.
The world doesn’t wanna to be overwhelmed
with immigrants
comin’ out of Africa
from the hungry states.
She was havin’ a baby
gettin’ bigger than the rest of the world.
You wanna see if I can fix it?
That’s the reason
you don’t let population growth get out of hand.
You let it stay in check.
I need to ask you somethin’.
Who writes the news?
We are not listening to wisemen.
I don’t like everybody;
is this everybody?
The warm human being giving rise to the warm human being,
it’s easy if you try.
We have to educate people about children.
The rocket science
is how they treat the world.
It’s amazingly possible
to stop slapping children
and beating their little behinds—
no physical punishment
anywhere on the planet.
Get rid of this nursery rhyme.
Treat it like sexual abuse
in that it has to be stopped,
in that it’s harming humanity.
You would not kill people for it
or treat them like monsters.
You wouldn’t even hate them.
You would understand the rule of abuse:
they just get mad and hit.
Their behavior’s preconditioned,
and who can control themselves
when a spell from the unconscious takes over?
Can anybody?
You’ve never understood this since the beginning of time,
why laws don’t work,
why the killin’ hasn’t stopped,
the rape and plunder,
any ole bad behavior.
It’s unconscious process,
and it has to be stopped
through recognizin’ its process.
Can you do that?
Education will ensue:
stop being monsters
to the stupid monster in everyone.
You don’t hit a kid,
that’s rule number one.
We start at the beginning,
this one Krakatoa.
We get in there and educate the public
like our lives depended upon it.
We help kids
when their parents hit them,
or nazi them around,
or any harsh treatment,
and get in those parents
with the strategies they need to survive/cope, [words heard spoken simultaneously]
forcefully, tactfully.
You can’t abuse them in turn,
but you make them know they’re hurting their child.
A license to have children?
We’ll get to that,
a coverin’ ground
how to have children.
The very first thing you mention
you don’t hit them,
and I’ve left a school behind,
a whole row of poems,
the specifics about them genitals.
Eat it up.
You’ll know where the safe houses are,
the ones comin’ online,
the ones makin’ it right with their children.
They tell their children they’re humanity
before any other row.
They tell them sweetly, kindly,
and without all this pressure.
This is your identity kid.
You’re a human being
in the politics of bein’ human,
who you are among the group.
Sure your people are important,
your race your tribe,
but sweet humanity my dear,
the whole is who we are.
Do you see this trampoline?
It can be done in all existing countries,
in every household on the planet.
Can you get at humanity that way?
Will warm slowly,
but when the idea's out there it’ll catch on.
Let’s get after it people.
Don’t you wanna to stop climate change
and do away with genocide,
and take a big bite out of war,
and how much to gender will be solved
when everybody sees their human being
and not just a gender walking towards them?
Okay little human being,
you get started.
Okay let’s ride.
That old door
we can lock it.
We can lock it
by taking a rule and applying it to behavior.
I will never understand
why it keeps rising.
It’s good fiberglass,
but when you bump it it breaks.
It’s only doable
in finding your own fine seals baby.
You really test the waters there,
overcome behavior with a song,
“I Love My Child”.
Listen,
listen close,
back to the tree,
that shadow tree,
that tummy I don’t give up.
It seems like this whole thing
is evidence
there’s so much to the hitting of children,
and there’s a whole lot we don’t see,
but always remember
forgive me
and go save my child
when you’re in Africa.
That’s really what he wants,
what they want,
parents who beat their children:
they need help raising their kids.
They just don’t wanna admit it.
You can control yourself.
How do you do?
Could be good company comin’ in.
Those are the helpers
you see.
It could be divine speech.
I’m tired of standing here with supramental orders that can’t even be looked at. /
Comin’ off a blog,
you can’t get that heretic.
You get a certain group of followers and that’s it.
My fingers count the readers of these poems.
You can count to ten
for most posts.
How many morally outraged people are there?
On them days there’s a spike,
the people lookin’ for the gun.
I’m a rose in a cabin,
and never I get out of that cabin
and out into the public’s heart.
I press controversial material,
and there’s a lot of fear there.
I have not been allowed to speak
I come from that social group.
People are fear there.
Come to the concert
all your children
in that they come first.
I’m a child lover.
I am a child lover that knows how,
and God has taken my hand and shown me how.
Will you dance with me?
You can’t film a psychological drama.
They’ve upped the ante.
We’re all weirdos.
We don’t know what we’re talkin’ about.
Thankful,
be thankful.
Somebody’s
made some sense of all this,
and I’ve done that expertly and cleanly.
You can see it now,
and here I am humanity giving you humanity,
a toe to raise your children
telling them they’re humanity,
a radical idea to change humanity
into its kinder parts,
most noble.
We need this to survive.
We find each other on the limits of sacrifice.
This is no fools barred.
We include everybody.
Alright ship let’s go.
Let’s get on with it.
It’s a glory ride
right into our business
and actually, physically change the world.
Don’t a waste it.
We got this down.
We’re gonna tall this in
and go for walks
with the greatness of our children
beautifully down the road.
I’m in a compartment blog.
We don’t remember.
It must be a huge one.
You’ve slept in a ponytail before.
This is woke
at its most basic part,
where it means somethin’,
and that all of humanity rides.
It’s possible it’s possible,
and gather to me now
all the action
when we walked in Heaven together,
when we lived in bright beautiful homes
with no strife.
You don’t believe this I’m sorry/I know [phrase heard spoken simultaneously]
gathered here into your one life,
but we’re guardin’ plans
at the altitude
of Heaven meets Earth,
and all that Heaven’s gold’s here.
There’s where we start to ride.
It’s a recipe of children maker,
and it’s always been in our hands to use.
We’ve just had to get here
at the opening of the Earth.
You won’t be surprised
this all came about,
we made it,
future read this.
The cosmology of plans fulfilled
looks so inevitable to us,
but a cliffhanger in a half
this was.
For example,
I almost didn’t make it, you know?
I’m the preacher of the word,
the choir I sing to,
and I’m the congregation I start.
Gettin’ ahold of yourself,
it’s the tooth fairy about livin’.
Hold on,
I must tell yah
I’ve really done that,
and it wasn’t easy.
Come on let’s bake this mile.
We have a world to change.
Let’s get goin’ people.
Tag: corporal punishment
And the Accusations Fly
Insert card and procedure.
Remove the chance that we had,
visiting.
Are you English?
I don’t understand.
I didn’t red one second in that girl.
Stay high and close.
There’s a ballpark you’re gonna play on.
It’s just a matter of minutes.
Come on get happy.
Ecstasy at the apex.
Ride your family.
There’s more than family values.
Okay A camp,
there’s Donny.
I’m gonna realize you in the stack.
The stone of my words
will remove them
from any look on themselves innocent.
Arrow on his sight,
and Auroville is under the dominion of these wares.
Well that’s in Pondy.
The hand butter or you are called potentials,
the rest of your life.
Don’t feel scared there.
You’re not wet cross.
Why would the child cry?—
excellent.
For some attention.
These phrases stopped your evolution.
You didn’t touch that child.
You were so good to him he cried
when you left.
David Wayne was it?
Your cousin’s boy,
David King.
They accused you of molesting him
because he cried when you left.
What a child and jury,
these were your cousins you’d known all your life.
They just accused you,
without even knowin’ why.
“Must’ve stuck your hand down his pants,
when we weren’t lookin’.”
That was your uncle Jerry,
whom you’d loved all your life.
Jerry Duke and his wife Sherry Duke,
they were monsters to you.
Karen and Eddie,
their children,
were the posse.
I think they saw the kid cry
and made out you did it.
You saw each one of them born
and grow up.
They were Jerry Lloyd’s brother and sister,
your first best friend,
the love of your life until you were five.
You were like twins,
daily in your playfields together.
You kept that love,
growin’ up.
He didn’t.
Now wasn’t it David King had you stroke his penis
when were a little boy and he a teen,
and didn’t he tell you he raped Karen
when she was 11,
he 18?
Wow you, Eddie and Jerry Lloyd,
a lot of sex play when you were little,
penises all in each other’s mouths,
especially you and Jerry Lloyd.
This continued growin’ up.
All the cousins did it,
James Duke too,
and you’ve always remembered that horse
Jerry Lloyd and them fucked when you were teenagers.
Did I see you get on it too?
Steve fucked yours,
do you remember?
You were 10,
he 14.
Now they’re gonna go and accuse you of child molestation.
It ain’t right.
Jewett, they all lived in Jewett, Texas,
on Old Durant Road.
Some of ‘em still there.
Mean people,
they just got rid of you
when you were in college,
and they were not.
Wow you had been a Green Beret,
and they hadn’t been anything.
They are jealous, vile, people,
and your love for them was never returned.
The suffering of that false accusation,
it changed your life.
You wailed in dream.
You couldn’t believe it,
and they never spoke to you again.
How’s that for family?
They’re all born again Christians,
and they act like it.
They don’t love their brother.
They don’t even know he’s there,
still hurtin’ from their murder of his love.
He cried for years
in the solace of dream.
This hurt.
What did it do to his ramrod?
False accusations sting.
They waylay you.
They change your behavior.
Why even try?
You do it then.
You were really good to David Wayne.
He was four and don’t remember a thang.
He was a cute little guy.
The Dukes and the Kings,
how are they with kids?
They take care of them but don’t give them any attention,
the kind that opens them to society
kind people.
They give them swimsuits and baseballs,
but not the focused family time they need.
They all watch television together.
It’s not raise a kid,
and they’re the center of the room,
the heart of the attention.
They’re not fostered
so they grow up nice and sweet.
They’re whipped
with belts and switches and a lot of anger,
and along comes this nice man
from know how to do it,
because he loves children so,
and David Wayne gets the attention he so desperately needs.
Why did he shake his head yes that you touched him?
He was four and didn’t know what they mean.
This was a holocaust
to that family’s sense of love and devotion,
to that little boy’s pride.
They got away with it,
until today.
You hear me speak now.
Those of Us Who Very Do Humanity


That’s for grown social media posts.
She’s unbelievable.
Look at her,
a stage in the groundwater.
The American field,
this is a story of S. Nithish.
That’s been the biggest disappointment in my life so far.
Will fill you Earth
that suffering.
Nithish is gone.
Two sizes too small,
India to deal with it.
I came I went I sorrow.
Let’s explode these pleasantries.
Demon monsters,
can you imagine,
rule over kids in Pondicherry?
You hear this mother beat her kid with ‘em.
No one will help me stop that,
and I can’t see my kid.
Stuff like this
you get away from.
You don’t entertain them with your kids.
Cruelty is as cruelty does.
How’d we do that,
let that happen?
The absence of miracle
might wanna tell you
there’s a mountain.
The boy’s in there.
Double helper,
somebody call Nithish one.
He will help me,
and there is a fantastic here,
and this is Auroville’s:
he will tell the story far and wide,
help evolution
so a kid don’t get beat
anywhere on Earth.
But India,
he’s gonna show to the world first.
She beats her children.
Her children get beat there,
and not a kid gets saved.
It’s normal for parents to beat their children in India
the Puducherry Child Welfare Committee told me,
and Nithish was sittin’ right there
cryin’.
You think that’s funny?
They were laughin’ with his mother afterwards.
Nowhere left to go.
There is not a person that can help me,
not anywhere on the planet.
You would not believe the list
I’ve bade to help me.
They’ve all laughed,
or if they felt empathy,
they just put it down.
It amounted to nothing more than a pencil spray.
No one helped
while I was crushed under the wheels of this revolving universe.
No one even thought they should.
I just sat there and died.
I’ve unlocked cruelty,
like it’s the bowels of the Earth.
People just showed it to me.
Never see my boy again,
like he’d been killed in a car accident.
The grief is the same.
A mother and father landed guilt.
I was their son’s first choice,
and this had been going on for years,
until their jealousy came to such a pitch
they decided to punish me for it,
punish their son too.
I would never see my boy again.
They knew the bond.
I did nothing wrong,
but they made me out to be a monster
trying to steal their son.
Everybody on the planet believed them.
I don’t even talk about
the underbelly of hell I went through.
Insanity grabbed my clothes.
Things I cannot speak about visited me.
I’m a seer you see,
wide open to the universe.
The divine I looked to to save me abandoned me.
Even my soul cried.
I was a baby for a moment.
I lost everything about me
and just became blind reaction.
I lost the whole world.
Everybody turned their backs to me.
This was horrible suffering.
I couldn’t get out of it.
I just swallowed of hell
as each day wore on.
You don’t know the price of suffering
when your boy is still alive and you can hold him
if but that people could feel your pain.
Why wouldn’t anyone let me?
The boy was not in a casket.
The mother reveled in this.
She made me pay for her inadequacies.
She shielded her son from me
by holding her hand over his face
or keeping him behind her
when meeting had brought us together.
No one questioned this
or thought it odd.
This was India at its worst.
That mother got her revenge
because I was a better mother to that child,
and everybody let her do it,
the Law,
the Child Welfare Committee,
the rule of India.
No one spoke of reconciliation or healing.
Fairness and wisdom were not to be found.
It was get that foreigner
and make him pay
for superior
being some question we ask ourselves.
Why would you use it?
Can we just get to development
with our humanity in our hands?
I don’t think you understand the price of cruelty.
It sums up our bad day.
It haunts us at night
in our dreams.
It makes us slap our children
because we can’t admit it’s there.
Can I show it to you?
I can’t see my son,
and you all agree with that
because I give you an opportunity to be cruel.
You can get away with it.
I’m not anybody special.
You don’t have to defer to me,
and I hold the foreigner’s worth.
That’s not quite a human being
with the locals.
Would you just principally see that
Tamil Nadu?
Hateful
right up to say Indian.
Cruel,
there’s not a name for it in India
they are just so cruel,
the Indians I called to help.
Have I overlooked you Masil Johnson?
You didn’t help.
You sure didn’t help.
One childhood,
did anybody stop that mother from toring it asunder?
I’m gonna have to look after civilians.
Madras Dyslexia Association will you come to help?
Everybody his mother beats him for dyslexia,
not just for loving me.
You’re like really stupid.
How many people say dyslexia here?
No, you won’t mention the abuse.
You don’t know how to handle it.
Parental rights,
even the welfare of the child is small in comparison.
You don’t even see mothers beating their children.
Nithish has that in arm.
The cruelty of his mother,
everybody look at this please.
Look halfway around the world.
You know America beats her children too.
Okay Nithish you’re up.
That’s my emergency.
You heard me.
Stop my mother from beating me,
come on.
Soon a major character,
where we stop kids from getting hit,
my little boy Nithish.
I got no out here to accept.
He got no in there to…
That’s your final.
He makes things right just by bein’ himself.
Our soldiers were held by death and many chisels.
Put that rocket ship.
He better India’d.
Can you give me a minute?
That’s bro what am I worried about?
He’s the only one that we want to hear.
He’s the only one that we want to help.
But the foreigner has challenged you.
Liberated me,
bright colors,
and he helped himself,
like a book report,
and he helped every kid in the world
the new statesman.
That’s the formula needed for world change,
the child stands up for himself,
and he’s Indian.
Bravo.
High Performance

A Donny Lee Duke poem
I'll Show You
The sweet graze of the stars, children enhance this; children block this. We don’t know what to do with children. We crush children, make school their only occupation, even if it’s tribes. They’re not supposed to do that, hitch school to their star. It’s mean: so much force is used to get them to do it. They’re whipped and beaten, and you just think them frauds. You don’t know how they are with you, look up to you for so much sustenance. They trust you. Is that the only way to solve this, with violence? You don’t know what that kid’s thinkin’— “You’re a bad woman Miss.” Can you see yourself? Do you even care? What would you do if I told you Nitish is a star in his own right? He has the Mother’s calling. He’s been initiated by God. He will grow up to be a poet, and I’m not kidding you. Dyslexia has him by the throat. You can’t seem to believe that. You don’t even know what it means. Is that so funny? Dyslexia’s a large size. It’s where kids go to school. They don’t know how to behave themselves. It’s all a mystery to them: why can’t they do better in school? They’re just dyslexic children. Is that imagination to you? Why do you hit him? Is that your way with children? You can’t do any better? Why the hostility towards him? He really tries, you know? And he really cries. Can you hear it? Nitish is ugly now, like he’s some derelict child. He can’t do the simplest things when it comes to letters and time, numbers and what they do on the page, school facts and memory power. This is dyslexia. It’s not a mean child. Can you grasp this? Now let’s look at Nitish as who he will be when he grows up. What makes you see failure? You see his soul? I’m a grandfather that does. How do you know he’s going to fail? He’s bigger than you. He’s captured a star already. Just take a mousetrap together and don’t worry about it. Just take here your punishment. You’ve got no right to hit him. You have no right at all. Now be a proper teacher and be good to that boy. You know I love that boy. Believe me, you hurt him, and please stop. Hand it down, wean it down, hand it to yah. Ask that boy to come closer. You see a captain there don’t yah? Never mind the school. Please be good to him. His burden is the world, you know? A poem walk off with him. You can history sing it. You’re gonna see him be the very person children believe they can be. I too had the world on my knee and turned it wrong. I was like you and thought I did no wrong. I couldn’t grasp its significance. I’ve learned my lessons early and late. I have to power you if I’m going to power me. It’s something we all do together, be reality human beings. I pet my dog and say why. We need a better world, don’t we? That’s the story today. Are you listenin’? I am here with the Eyes. See them? Are you hearin’ me? It’s the star point of Heaven’s gaze, if you want to know the truth of the matter. Now buckle up. We got a long ride to see the Sun.
Humbly and without reservation the teacher in question apologized to Nitish after reading this poem, and his teachers are learning about Dyslexia, but we still have a ways to go, and so I am not naming the teacher or the school and don’t want, don’t need, any outrage from you. I think this is the very first result I’ve gotten in an art action, that I know of at least, and it is so very close to home and so very personal, the most appropriate and needed kind of result. Thank you Mother.

