Tag: parenting

A Ripple

On By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, childhood education, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

feature image by Donny, “Look the Ripple You Touch That Child” (Gimp, the perspectives of a photograph)

Gimmie that perfume.
Reach that perfume.
This is the other poem you were worried about.
We’ve aimed a camera 
so to expose the nigger.
For me,
it has nothing to do
with Black skin.
I opt it for something else,
the group of people who aren’t worth much,
the subhuman,
the scum of the Earth,
and I think we want them to do menial tasks,
where they bow down and kiss our knees.
The nigger among us,
wow that’s high society.
Hey world that’s me.
We call him a dog.

Wow, I’ve opened a page.
Well, I need to get my bells straight.
I wanna call you mean and complain?
That’s not the status wood.
I’ll hit yah right between the eyes.
You’re beautiful
plasmas of creation.
You fill the air
with the clamor of your being,
and don’t rock the boat.
You are nice
to most people.
You’d rather let your hair down.
You are not a shopping mall nightmare.
You open up to hope.
I think you make the world go round,
as we watch it human globe.
You really try
to have the right equipment.
I can’t say that you’re mean.
You’ll give a kid a cookie and an older person their ride.
You’ll have patience with people.
You’ll even call on God.
This is most among us.
I’m talking about the general type.
Some science God matters.

I’m talking to you now
about the role we play
when make a person a nigger.
Alright,
what do we hope to gain from them?
Their lynching.
Have you ever heard this with pedophiles?
You broadcast it on TV
as a precautionary tale to pedophiles:
let’s burn the nigger alive.
Great you said he stinks.
Suffer a pedophile to live,
I don’t think even granny wants that.
Horrible anthem we make.
Where do we put them in society?
In the trash bin.
Come on people see your sneeze.

Move! Move! Move!
You gotta get outta that chair. [vision of telling Nitish this to get him out of my computer chair so I can work, and he complies]
Equity’s base
does not mean stingy.
I just don’t wanna get lynched,
or any pedophile on the planet.
I don’t want to be your counting nigger.
I don’t want to grovel at your feet
for a bit of ice cream.
I want to be made to feel human
in my very bones
if I look at you and smile.
I don’t want to be handed around
your hatred centers.
I don’t want to be made to feel alone,
the only pedophile here,
don’t want to feel like it’s wrong
when I touch children,
and I’ve only tossed their hair,
and I’ve not destroyed them in the woods.
I don’t want you to see me with children,
and think I’ve put them on my lap for that reason,
to go underground for wood.
Can you see me and not think the Devil?

And what’s stopping you from that now?
You bleed me.
You won’t even let me speak.
How we solve pedophiles now,
it only kills them,
destroys their will:
they really wanna hurt children.
Now calm down.
I want you to understand this.
You’ve made a scapegoat mean.
They just want back at you.
They’ll do dirty to get it,
like a Palestinian on a suicide run,
or a Black man that drugs White women
to rape society
and tell you about it in jokes.
Unawares, you laugh and applaud.
He’s spit on your hamburger,
made you eat his shit
in a chocolate pie,
and she’s just the help.
Can you see reason?
Will you understand science
when it gets at the truth of things
in its operating method?

Now what’s the problem with niggers?
They could move you outta your place.
They could stand up and be counted.
They could be you’re not superior.
One forth of the town showed up
to integrate.
The rest came out with their shotguns.
All this beer I had
loaded that shotgun,
and beer is a symbol wear.
I think you have your own kids,
and you can’t see through disease.
Can we find the hatred of the pedophile on your son’s penis,
and he’s in the bathtub with you,
and it’s sticking up?
Do you wash it then?
What do you do with those feelins’
your daughter wears?
She’s reached in that soapy water and grabbed you,
the way that daughter’s do,
their age of reason ain’t there yet.
You wash hers then?

Know you have to clean those things.
Smile back at you
sometimes.
You feel a stir in yours?
The slight disease,
but you know it’s there.
Oh let’s put them to bed,
rub them on their humps,
and get all sticky,
the real bedtime story.
Singing them a song
goes like this:
I can control myself,
just,
but I’ll open it
with my spouse.
Did you leave something in that room,
on your kid’s soft body,
making love to your spouse?
Bedtime stories,
repeat and say them,
her crackerjacks,
and she’s five or ten.

I’m not sayin’ you’re a pedophile,
or you even fantasize for your children.
I’m talkin’ about the sticky mud
a parent’s hand encounters,
or their eyes,
and somehow their flesh responds
a hair’s worth,
around their child’s genitals.
I hate you pedophile.
You are there.
Can we get any better than that?
Where do we go with this?
Understand the pedophile’s not to blame
for your feelings.
Can you do that?

I’ve gone through the eye of the needle.
I don’t think you like me for it,
but we have to stop molesting children,
in our homes or by pedophiles,
as some parents do.
We come back to square one:
hatred don’t solve the problem;
hatred can’t solve the problem.
We have to see where disease come from
and stop it there.
As many pedophiles as there are,
and there are millions on this Earth,
a parent’s hand or their mouth or their genitals
made that pedophile feel theirs,
all the way to orgasm and beyond.
I don’t even think they know it.
Are we talkin’ before memories can form?
Something like that.
It’s early.
Can we call the other parent knowledge on this?
I think they didn’t know.

I’ve shown you the hooded instrument
where pedophiles come from
in the economy of a poem.
Parents are whistlers let’s say:
not only mommy and daddy.
Okay it was just hard wood,
no electrocution to speak of,
but you see the disease.
Turned five and it stopped.
That was the last time she humped my thing with her mouth.
It was in a beach shed,
the kind you go to change clothes.
She pulled my swimsuit off and I was awake.
I remember being concerned about the sand in her mouth.
It felt so good.
I could not believe I had forgotten
she used to do that.
It hurt her to do it.
She put a wall there
after that.
It never happened again.
Orgasm was wonderful,
and I wanted it more.
The pedophile is here
to tell you about it.
I’m sorry momma.
I understand you tried.

Oh wow this is strength,
not what you want to look at.
How to you make it go away?
You have to see the pedophile for what he is:
a creation of parental love
that lost control of itself.
Oh man that smarts.
Do you see what I’m comin’ to?
A nigger made in pedophile shoes.
Thank you mommy,
what I told her after she done it.
Get your head around that.
That,
that right there,
what you most don’t want to see.
My God it’s blind.
Take the pedophile and make a nigger outta him.
Don’t know what else to do.
Remind you of things,
suggest things,
you’d put monsters to.
They’re insanitory.
I’m here to show them to you
because you hate me,
will kill me if you could,
‘cause I am a sprite of you.
That’s the lowdown.
That’s the nigger we need to see.

Okay world I’m sorry.
We didn’t have to come to this,
but you’re intah whistle blowin’ and truth tellin’,
like you’re so immaculate clean.
You could LGBT+ me to death,
and love is love you understand,
like a passport,
get all hot and hairy about pronouns,
like you really care about different,
but I know that underneath it all
you’d snuff out my life if you could
for being different,
for love just as queer and real as yours,
for love that’s returned,
as you define love at least,
when it’s love the child gets
and not simply rape.
We just have to take out the sex part.

These are the things we need to see
to shore up hate,
get it out of the room.
When it is present in us,
and we haven’t seen it there
as a thing that hurts,
we can finally work on it;
we can do something about it.
It’s here,
where a pedophile stands on earth,
that you’ve brought hate to where it apex.
Here it is its zenith noon,
and this nigger is here to tell you
I’m gonna rock your boat.
I’m gonna…
I think kindness knows the answers.
Knowledge calls lines,
intricately connected with you.
I’m not meanin’ yah ill will.
I don’t wanna ruin your day.
I just wanna be heard and understood
to save my life.
Is that okay?

Come back.
Where you goin’?
Call me if there any problems.
Call me indeed if there are any.
I have the words.
That’s why I’m bothering. [spoken in Douglas’ voice]
I don’t think anybody’s prepared for it.
[audio vision of Bruno, our Doberman, barking his intruder alert bark]
I think lemon juice
put the message across,
with that one guy from sobbing.
It only came from that one guy.
Crack of noon,
lighten up.
This isn’t a manifesto to love children.
It’s not the pedophile’s I wanna have it
you gotta give it to me.
Let’s be clear on that.
I’m not asking that we have sex with children.
I’m tellin’ what the score is,
where we come from
and our place in society,
even if we don’t molest children,
the development
of who are you
to make monsters out of anyone,
to make of them your nigger.

The damage is done,
and you’ve flooded the world with it.
I’m here to saw off on that.
Well I wish I was very cold.
Luna.
The track time of time,
I want it where it’s good for me.
Your engine room,
may I present this?
Cash on delivery.
It’s not every dad.
He’s not understanding.
I’m talking about the swimming pool.
Not every child gives their dad a bath.
Come here.
Not everyone bathe with their children
in the wrong places,
or rub them hand down at night.
I’m talking about the square one
hate pedophile.
It comes from your fear of there’s a child sex,
and you might contact with it.
Their sexual feeling’s
a load on you
bright and early.
You know they have them.
If you’re a parent,
I think you know they do.

Does your bottle ever come up,
feelings on the inside you hardly acknowledge,
or one single isolated feeling
in a lifetime of intimacies with your kid?
Well that’s the thing, isn’t it?
That’s where the holocaust is
for pedophiles.
There’s where you hate them,
and of course you won’t acknowledge that.
Who am I tryin’ to kid?
I’ve done the needful.
If I could get each other
to be sincere with each other,
then the resources
would be handled.
Now you’ll just throw them away
and call me a nigger.

The few that help,
oh you are my sunshine.
Thanks.
Now to robbers,
marauders.
Simultaneously
you know I’m talkin’ to you
in this whole poem.
I revealed a little bit of what you know
about giving a kid pleasure.
I don’t know how to say this to you.
I understand both parties involved,
but a kid’s not to have sex with.
This does not good to them,
their development,
and development’s
their order of the day.
It makes them selfish,
puts holes in their reaching arms,
and spills them on themselves.
They will be strong in some things,
but you’ve done something to their social reach,
pitted them against society
with the secret they have to keep
and the fear they live with
society will find out.

You don’t know what to do
when you got this kid that enjoys sex
and wants not to stop.
I’m sorry this happens.
You got to figure it’s not what gets the disease
in the press
or the support groups.
I took some convincing.
If society finds us out,
that’s the problem,
but we’re not good here.
I’m eating on that child.
There are demons in the room.
That child’s getting splayed,
and they’re hungry for it,
and you’ve turned this on too early.
They’re not ready for that.
You’ve brought sex into their life,
and it’s time to play with society’s noon.
It’s time to representative play
for that feeling sex,
not to actually have it
in full-blown adult room.
They do that with each other not with you.
And society is just dumb here.
They don’t get their own time to play,
even with themselves.

Okay how do you stop?
You’re gonna have to fix this sorry yourself.
You good at rockin’ science,
just keep the posted in the light.
You’re a great Jew
to hombre cueva’s house,
if you get outta this disease.
(The Jews are good to society.)
I’m gonna need some help.
Look you can’t get any help.
It’s not allowed yet.
Book, your honor.
You know how to say no.
You know how to say no to the Light
and do that kid.
Can I get in here somehow?
It’s not one of our lake we’re tryin’ to keep,
but we can’t tell.
That would be the end of us.

In those doggie bowls
[vision of being seated at the computer and, Luna, on my right side, Hannah on the other, thrusting their heads, tongues hanging out, almost to the screen, they wanting petted, and I stopped and pet Luna first, wholeheartedly, on my way to Hannah, the petting session just starting]
strength to a boy.
Emergency to make real,
emergency South African.
Don’t lie to me.
I’m the humanity in the room.
You got this,
but if you touch there you don’t.
Sex ensures.
It’s like a graveyard.
It just gets all disturbed,
wham! rises from the dead.
Leave it alone.
Your looks should be tempered.
You know I’m talkin’ flesh.
You can handle this.
You can.
Once you fold a piece of paper,
it stays folded.
Once you drop the ice,
the ice melts.
Don’t pick it up.
It gets easier as you go along.
Alright let’s sing to ourself,
no images of the child in mind,
no images atall.
Then you’ll fall.
You’re handlin’ it,
continue.

Integrated animal care,
it fills the room.
You can see that now.
Faith will see you through,
but I’m sorry,
you can’t know God tomorrow.
You have to know quite awhile.
Most religions
aren’t helpers.
It’s a quick fix that melts in your mouth,
and the reins go back to that child.
Do you feel you own work on when you scream?
Well let’s continue.
Do will hold,
even to the rapper’s balls,
and tell that rapper to shut up.
(We can get better music.)
You just woke up
corrective mountain,
and it’s not the rapper yah want dead.
Give me a massage.
Oh,
let’s get over this hump,
no crack base potholes.
You see what I’m dyin’?
Now pick up your guitar and play
the right music,
wonderful skin feelings,
and you haven’t climate changed your hands.
I am right on yah.
The map flow determines lap.
He’s your lap,
and there’s nothing wrong with these free buildings.
Get on the miracle.
Isn’t it somethin’?
This is not a problem.
As he sits on it you know you’ve achieved holistic solution.
You’re showin’ the end of money,
and you give him the life force.
You’re awake inside,
just narrowin’ down fillin’ wood
with peppermint.
Keep it comin’ the kid says,
you’ve got some good candy.

That child’s in love with you
and wants to continue
the sexual shore.
Oh man it’s here
do you love that child or not.
That’s what it boils down to,
more than anything,
more than right or wrong,
more than the danger of discovery,
more than what you need.
Now take that love
and wipe your child’s brow with it.
You're gonna have to take that sex away,
and they have to know the reason,
but they have woken up
that part of themselves,
and now they have the need.
This has to be acknowledged.
They have opened it’s obvious
on the inside.
You’re tryin’ to pull ‘em
to safety.
They can drown with this.
They feel in their bodies so much.
To bring that same sex with ‘em
as a child.
So hard
to open the door,
legalize them.
They have to learn to please themselves,
without you doing it for them.
You have to unhand that thing,
and I don’t expect you to do it on my command,
but will you do it at all?
You’re in the supermarket,
and it’s there for free.
What can I tell you then?
How can I explain this to you?
How do I it get it across?

Ninety-nine cookies,
hurry up now.
You’ll soon have none.
Drove off
the ability to get it.
Think about it,
you really got a situation there.
It’s not secure.
At one point does it become too absurd to do?
That child gets older.
Society closes in.
Let your love arrange it,
and that child’s known sacrifice and constraint.
My mom showed me this.
She gave me this,
and how good it is.
You’ve made a better child
not a worse one now.
You have to opportunity to grow,
both you and that child.
Don’t they do something?
Love handles it.
They stay together
learning strength.
You are not eating anymore,
and you’re free on the inside,
and now you can
love that child.
Go for it,
under these conditions,
and that child knows he’s safe and hungry
to do it himself.
Captain,
congratulations.
You have really changed.
Welcome home.

How was it?
You want bread?
My love is straight.
Just sit,
and don’t try to handle me wrong.
I think I’ve heard you,
ten minutes ago.
You wanna order some shelves today?
Three a week or something.
You’re writing poems,
and before they get read they wear you.
Hey boy. [vision of pulling baby Mithrin by his shirt sleeve on his shoulder as he stood on the bed]
You have a lot to do,
so much home challenge,
of the domestic kind.
You’re a good daddy keep goin’ with kids grandpa.
You don’t bother them,
and they love you.
You’ve seen the disease,
and you’re a country person speaking.
You know how to handle it.
Well let’s get this show on the road,
this poem on the net and My love to you.
Study your answers,
bring them home to Me.
I’m waiting for enlightenment speaks.
Now do you hear
movin’ movin’ movin’,
keep them doggies movin’,
rawhide! [this and two above lines heard sung some lines ago, but I didn’t record them until now, sung by Frankie Laine, theme song to the TV show Rawhide]
I got the song.
Now it’s continue.
Wow, that’s three more grapes on the vine.
What a wonderful shelf you got.
I’m trained to.
We’re gonna be meditating the poems,
and that’s the story today,
read them.

It’s large and center free.
It’s not made up by groupings.
That’s down home in the hat.
That’s our business with humanity.
You know it on the inside.
Show it on the outside. [this and above line heard sung, by Aquilo, “Human”]
Wow, fight him down the street.
You know it works,
if you give everybody their daily bread,
if everybody gets fed.
I’m not about race cars.
Humanity comin’ together on itself gonna take a long time.
We start with today.
We get rid of racism
in its purist form:
down with the pedophile!
Bury him.
I think the future of humanity will have some new shoes.
You’re not gonna look so good in yours,
that whole antiracism brigade.
You left out the pedophile,
every single one of yah,
and that’s where racism’s allowed,
the only place we all agree on racism.
Your blindness is before your eyes today.
See somethin’:
here have a pedophile,
he’s a nigger.

Damn, I said it.
I said it loud and clear.
You know you had it comin’,
but I’m not ill will today.
What’s wrong with the world?
There was this other engine
that had the whole world attached to it,
and it was off in the darkness,
and no one could see it.
The discovery should’ve made headlines.
It’s just that Batman suffering
you’re clouded for.
We have party on the 21st,
11 a.m.
Cut it open,
a vault where my poems lay,
and I get shined with full of light,
but I’m havin’ trouble breathin’.
The vault’s got me by the head.
One of our supervisors,
one of the race officials,
they’re comin’.
I wanted them to come faster.
That’s all part of the game.
My discovery
could not ready for other projects.
Are you gonna die?
What’s so ethical about that map?
The sex with kid thing dies.
I’m afraid I’d have to find out.
How many times you seen us do something right?

We’ve got the creation speaks itself.
Like to use your tickets.
A granola bar,
you give that to people.
You’ll find hands with hard rocks in it
that sweep up their little files.
Oh today,
damn,
we have a busy table,
so emotionally balanced,
sound,
in a Friday.
My goodness, [vision of a tree in the cemetery next door so huge it took up the whole front part of it, its branches extending in a square-like network that filled the sky of the place, branches like a meter thick]
this is snow.
I’m mean it’s absolutely incredible.
Glimpse ability
apparent,
a lifetime
of handling children.
They can’t keep their hands off themselves.
They’re everywhere with it.
They’re involved in the bath.
This is simple street.
You don’t get it caught in your tongue.
There’s an arm way off.

Solid instructions.
You don’t leave out a note.
You address the child
in their backward movements.
The denial
of their active in it,
that is what’s there.
People need to see this.
You can bring my horse back.
I’m goin’ to sleep.
I’ll call yah in the morning.
Freefire,
4:30,
you editor,
at the end of the poem.
It may be underestimated. [vision of a very weird tree in the cemetery, its trucks forming configurations of squares and such, the branches meters thick]

What it said:
I have to turn on this mic internet.
We need something there.
We need your help.
Push this text like a principle player it is.
Learn with it.
We’ve got a lot to show yah
on ground [heard sung by Aquilo, “Human”]
and on the floor.
Hurtle,
enhance. [vision of a country bicycle shop on the Auroville main road, the forested section, and a sign in the front near the road that had a list of the work they do, these two things on the list sounding in my inner ear]
Reach something and write it down.
Try to make this pony ride.
[vision of a sort of very large, brownish red greeting card made to look like a small house or important building, but just the suggestion of that, it turning as I looked at it so it could be seen better]
World Heritage Site,
that’s what we reach with this.
It’s a continually interesting piece of balance.
Comin home
the leeway.
You have got this system starts.
Refresh it everyday.

Bein’ Your Daddy

On By Donny Lee DukeIn childhood education, seer poetryLeave a comment

photos by Donny

Turn down that Adam. [vision of the number 7 as though it’s as small as an atom]
I’ve got a kid needs some shoes.
He’s 13,
will be 11 next month.
Wow is he growin’ fast.
Any faster he’ll be 12.
A legalistic childhood,
that’s not happenin’.
Your imagination just runs wild.
I handle him.
I don’t think rules rule the show.
He wears freedom’s wings.
He occupies the center of the room,
and I listen to him all the time.
He gets away with murder.
If he did anything wrong that would be terrible.
This is a good sweet kid.
I dote on him.
He has me in hand.
We just go round and round about that.
I don’t care I let my ego down for him.
This is not paper mâché.
Now it’s invoice.
He needs to know he’s expensive.
He’s not a little kid anymore,
and the changes happen everyday.
I just go with the flow,
but I’m faced with a dilemma.
The world’s not going to dote on him like me.
He has to get social wings.
He has to have the right equipment.
I think we start with everyday.
I don’t wait on you hand and foot.
You can reach the sugar now.
You know how to boil water.
You can be interrupted
by your own needs.
I mean get up out of that chair and do them,
just the little tasks
your small hands can manage.
You can’t bake bread.
Oh me?
Unless I’m sick I’ll do it myself.
We’re just makin’ that daily turn.
You have been an infant in my care,
the small child,
and I did everything for you.
We’re almost finished with that.
Look I really love yah kid.
I’m into helping you survive.
It’s a hostile world out there,
no Disney Land.
The best thing I can teach you is to teach yourself.
This is not hard on the rocks.
I’m still gonna baby you
when you got those little boy blues.
I’m very attuned to you.
You’re my other half.
Okay grow up,
I really understand we do that slowly.
I’m here to hold your hand,
but I’m not here to tie your shoe,
or take in your music in my silent room.
I dwell there.
You don’t seem to know that.
I don’t like war games in my living room.
Machine gunfire cringes me.
Now you like society with yah all the time.
It sings to you its mores,
blasts them apart in video games,
and you’ve put both together now—
a soundtrack to your gameplay.
You know I object.
Okay you’ve put on Mr. Beast to appease me.
You know I like his show,
but honestly,
I druther have quiet in my room.
I don’t know how to teach you quiet.
You’re so hooked in I think you’ve lost your mind.
It’s an electronic media.
Can’t you see you’re hooked?
Sadhana,
where does this meet you?
I don’t know how strong it must be,
but I think we’re growin’ into it
if I wanna give you the best in life.
Where do we begin?
You are so entertained.
I can’t fly this.
This is an attack.
You’re made to feel at home in wars.
You think relationship’s on YouTube.
You don’t like your outer reality.
It’s not hyped with music,
the Seinfeld of drama,
and here you are a robot,
a zombie,
the catcher in the game,
the intelligent boy.
This is horrible music.
I don’t know how to daddy you.
Time schedules, rules,
do we need them?
I have to hold your hand.
I think you’d pick flowers if there were a bomb.
You have no idea the value of time.
You don’t know how to work.
You just sit there and play.
School’s the counterpart to this,
and I wouldn’t want it to rule you.
It’s worse than video games.
It teaches you all the wrong stuff.
Everybody’s bad word.
Give me the answers,
horrible feelings.
It’s not where I want you to grow up.
I swear baby come here. [vision of letting two of our dogs come into the room, they happy and wagging their tails jaunting on in]
We haven’t waited for it all to go by before we swam.
We have waded every bit in the wake of the whole. [this and above line came at the end of a dream where I was in a boat and watching from the back of it as some kids I knew jumped into the bay, bouncing up and down in the water on the wake of the boat]
Did you get that?
It’s Whitney Houston all over again,
I think the greatest love of all.
You know what she means.
How do we humble ourselves and do it?
It’s not every minute playin’ with that kid.
Look kid.
I think he has come chores to do.
Do we include him in them?
He’s always watching
a stagnant video.
You don’t get him out of that chair.
It’s self-love with him,
every breaking time.
Not what he truly needs.
Damages his brain
stuck in his chair all day.
The Mother’s tryin’
to get him outta that chair,
outta the house.
Every lighthouse
is good seein’ from a distance.
Let him have it,
like he would bring a will with us
on our dog walks.
He can just
go test the world out on his bicycle.
The neighborhood kid thing ain’t happenin’.
Yeah, you’re right.
He can’t play in the street.
Well there is the gym,
and you’ve equipped a room to do that
with the weapons.
That’s just started,
and he loves it in there.
It’s your name
we’re tryin’ to get yah to say.
Bite it and kick it
on the wrong address.
That’s social media.
Now who’s playin’ cars?
Can he not play?
Doesn’t play enough.
May I help you, may I help you?
That’s a game card.
Alright UNO let’s go to reach.
Parental Monopoly’s a nightmare,
but look how happy it makes your kid.
Oh God Risk!
I’m just goin’ with the games in the room.
We can get more complicated
outside,
doin’ some mini nature collection,
pressin’ flowers
so they stand the test of time,
and go on long walks
to an imaginary noon.
We’re pressed for time,
hum together
a hundred and eighty degrees
from ship to sail.
Can I help you?
Yeah help me cook.
Cut some potatoes.
You know I clean house.
I’ll sweep you mop how about that?
Oh I’m sorry,
you have to work.
Can’t always be friends with the house.
Poetry module needs movin’.
Now here’s where you touch base.
Enough!
Captain,
inwards.
And what is that boy doin’?
Leavin’ you alone.
This has been the module all along.
We go on technology,
he’s a spearpoint,
just can’t seem to find the time to leave me alone,
and he bothers me.
Look, I gotta get this posted.
This is the command time
and that an understatement.
Typed up a poem
with headphones on,
and you gotta get it posted.
I didn’t see one—
that boy on his armchair.
This is what you teach him to do,
study you.
I heard a noise.
A thought came in.
The poem it got scratched.
I’m really tryin’ to do my best here.
Wait a minute,
and that boy does,
until he sees you’re out of the zone.
What teaches him this?
Politeness.
I don’t think we throw stones.
You’re catering the ability
it all rings.
Swamp in his head,
you don’t want that master,
and you gotta get ‘im to think on his own,
and media don’t determine that.
He could sit next to you,
some comfortable back straight,
and he could go to town on thought
while you meditate.
Alright kid we’re gonna do this and that’s it.
Oh man.
Now let’s go barefoot,
and he learns not to think.
Short periods all,
and we ground ourselves.
Look kid you’re just gonna do this.
You can tell that kid what to do.
It’s his place in life.
They’re hardwired for that.
Aren’t you kid?
Take some time
to work out these modules.
He’ll resist.
You’re firm but kind.
You just love that little boy to death.
He’s not a softball.
You can be firm with him.
You respect his comfort zone
too much.
He needs to be tested, tried, and true.
He’s growin’ up for God’s sake.
He’s not a little boy anymore,
or he’s not that exactly.
He’s gettin’ some independent shoes.
He’s puttin’ on the world.
He’s becoming himself in the mirror.
That’s your doin’.
You’ve accelerated his growth
constantly challenging him with ideas,
pushing him towards his hidden sun,
testing his clarity.
You’re intense to be with,
and you push everybody.
You’ve growed that little boy up
to see the world in things,
to know God is there,
and you’ve showed him enlightenment, Supermind and the Supreme,
and you get on with his soul,
and you’ve done that in the joys of life,
taking him to school.
You’ve really got this concept in him
of the world is bigger than the show,
and I think he surprises everyone
how he understands the world.
You’re not workin’ with raw clay.
He’s an accelerated son of a gun.
The raw material’s in his attitude,
and that’s what we’re workin’ on now,
a pilot program,
something real.
Just look like a human body divine
that’s not cleared his room.
That boy needs tall tales.
That boy knows he’s giving birth to his divinity,
but he doesn’t know what that means yet.
You have to show ‘im,
and that’s painstaking.
You have to hold yourself to the divine.
He’ll respect that,
and you’ve got a child with him now
he don’t respect.
Onion told me to bring this in to you, okay? [spoken in the voice of Varon, five]
He’s really messed up here.
Find out
his impact on his little brother
the rest of his life.
He’s got to be good to him.
What can we do here?
Make him see.
And we continue with this everyday.
I’ve got a neutral causing line.
It’s apparent.
Enhance.
Make that the see,
and you’ll rub off on him all the right ingredients.
This is liftin’ the room.
You’ve got it working for you now.
Everyday to show.
He’s not as delicate as you think.
Something important,
you take him to task,
firmly, smoothy,
and with a whole lotta love.
What are you waiting for? [heard sung by Ellie Goulding, “Love Me Like You Do”]
You with Me?
We’re working for every man and woman who send they’re on the truth.
Judgemental entities,
we have to see that before.
They only care about that kid,
or at least they think they do.
You’re a shadow report.
They just want you out of the picture.
Nobody’s sayin’ they’re smart here.
You’re a friendship with the divine.
I understand talking I need you to listen that’s all.
This is evolving Sanskrit,
letting language lose its borders.
Did you know what it feels like to drown?
And there I am to help you.
You need limits, guidelines.
They can’t restrict you
in your evolution.
I know this plan, okay?
I’m all about it.
It’s calmer than we know.
I’m putting these shoes on you.
They rub blisters sometimes there’s so much resistance.
They hurt your feet.
It’s okay we do it anyway.
I’m not there a judge in the sky
but an Alpha friend.
Open.
You’re not enough by yourself.
You need Me to guide you.
Come on with that kid.
It’s time to grow him up now.
Put lessons on him
that socialize him in the room
in a manner befitting his patience.
We need him.
He’s got plans for Us in the future.
Don’t let him down.
Develop him.
Be there with him.
Teach him how to love himself
so he will not get in the way of others.
How doin’?
Gettin’ heard of.
Now, let’s fly.
On your mark, get set, go.
Punishment reveals itself as statistics.
Who can say it works?
Grabbed the day by a hayride.
I didn’t punish that kid.
I saw him along.
This is active parenting.
We got along,
and it wasn’t that he agreed.
I spent time with him
you do this you do that,
explained things.
He’s still didn’t agree,
but he did them.
You can turn off the music
if they’re stubborn.
Then you take them and ring their neck.
That’s an out loud statement.
You know who that’s from don’t you?
They always incite violence.
That’s the tail you have to cross to get to that kid:
you control yourself.
What does violence do to them?
Make them worse.
I judge him
fit for a king.
To take his crown defeats him.
I don’t want that little boy defeated.
Well we took his phone away.
We didn’t keep it long.
We let him get up and comply and get it back.
There are no rude handles here.
Patience runs the thing.
I’m not a disciplinarian.
That kid runs all over me.
There’s no toll taken I’m afraid.
I love ‘im like the dickens.
We go together.
Come on let’s go.
We’ve got a poem to cross.
The muse is art.
I thinks that a person
can really get a mouthful here.
Just open your eyes and swim.
Damn, it’s a hardhat.
I don’t how you move along.
I think you get meaning in doses.
Meaning in doses,
what?
You just take it slowly.
Meaning will reveal the line.
Alright I’ll give you the scent.
You’ve got to capture the moon.
This poem is Heaven sent.
You just hear about kids,
but the divine is talkin’ to you.
This is not beat up children.
It’s easy with them,
like they deserve to smile.
It’s got instructions for divinity kids.
You heard me.
We grow God in our children,
and one day this breaks out in humanity,
and we are divine on earth.
Now it’s happenin’ on the inside.
No light of day yet.
We’re just breathin’ enlightenment
and some soul change.
No divinity to speak of yet.
That’s gonna take a long time.
It’s a supramental change.
We raise the human race this way.
Here, a poetry guidebook.
What actions about words are done?
Who does it?
The lead dinosaur.
That dinosaur’s of old,
and old sin on the world soul.
That leader’s helping out.
You were falling out.
Issue a clean to do sadhana,
five pounds or something like that.
It’s a work with children scheme.
Thank you and thank you and thank you.
I’m gonna go eat.
I’ve heard it with my hands.
This is cultural sin.
Is there anyway to change offenders?
No, that’s star’s community,
a soul to cross.
It’s God’s doin’
and the soul charge.
You just love ‘em and let ‘em do it.
You know the ones that change,
that you can count on.
Pictures were all with words and the word’s with me,
so you can understand the science behind all this text,
the tie breaker.
We’re goin’ somewhere.
We have engines in the room
that can see each other.
The bottom of the line feels good,
and we see ourselves in town.
We are the right music.
Way station, we’re talking about
that has frame.
Without grace
no meeting on earth would happen.
The gas is gonna do it, right?
Picture
I love you.

A Gripping Device on the Future

On By Donny Lee DukeIn collective consciousness, ego activism, human unityLeave a comment
Unsplash: Alex Hockett

(Note: I’ve made a blog post from a comment I posted after a story on Medium called “Why Arguments Against Abolition Inevitably Fail” by Angela Y. Davis, abolition in this case the abolition of police and prisons.)

Dr. Davis, you are still talking about reform, not a fundamental change of society. You’re addressing only one aspect of society, albeit a central one, police and prisons, crime and punishment, or however we label the way we deal with people who harm or are suspected of harming others, how we make communities safe from harming individuals or groups, give people justice that have been harmed, and prevent said individuals and groups from harming more, not to mention healing them, something seldom discussed. Furthermore, you’re context is racial, as if it’s the determining factor of society itself, however significant it is in being a determining factor, much like Marxism makes social class the basis of understanding and organizing society. And you’re only looking at the history of America in terms of policing and prison, as if it’s occurred in isolation and isn’t a part of the evolution of ‘crime and punishment’ in the development of human society. There is a long history of it before America came into being, and just like the Marxist saying the bottom line of history is class struggle, you can make the case that policing and punishment evolved solely in terms of the effort to control minorities, but, while you’d identify a major player in the evolution, you’d narrow your understanding that would make it unable to grasp the whole of the matter.

A fundamental change in society would involve an essential change in human identity, or, put in practical terms, a fundamental change in the ways and means of ego transcription and the subsequent socialization and education of individuals growing up. From birth we’d have to give children a more inclusive identity, where they identify first and foremost with being a human being over being a Last-Name (family), an American, a male, a Christian, a White person, or whatever grouping human beings identify with, which wouldn’t mean we stop identifying with groups. It’d mean we identify first with humanity, and it’s beyond the discussion here, but such a holistic identity would naturally include the whole earth, as the step to the whole of humanity would be a giant leap to holism.

A holistic identity holds in the very ground of its consciousness an identity with all it sees, what the ideal “love your neighbor as yourself” is realized, and it’s also beyond the scope of a single comment to discuss the allowance and celebration even of difference as the foundation of the unity, the delight of the holistic identity, or the fact that each creature and species have different needs and places in the scheme of things, and that a clam would not claim the rights of a human being, and that each human being would have the inalienable right, regardless of any intrinsic characteristic such as race, gender, or sexuality, to self-fulfillment and self-determination, but it does good to mention these things here to understand what holism is and is not. There is no other way to stop racism in society, to change the formula of crime and punishment, no other way to end violence, no other way to stop climate change, in short, no other way to fundamentally change society. Spend some months and years doing the math.

It’s not impossible. It’s just going to take a lot more than this current racial crisis, not undermining its importance, to get us to make such a radical change. It’ll take us facing extinction, not as something afar that will come if we don’t do such and such, but something directly in our face: things like cataclysmic destruction or an environmental disaster. But we can still start now. Although such an ego transcription could not fully come about only in a progressive family environment, since society at large plays such an enormous role in giving us our identities, parents can go a long ways in giving their children a humanity identity. And pilot communities could be started to work towards that human unity to circumvent the problems an individual family faces in giving its kids such an identity. Of course we’d have to become a whole lot more conscious of the process of ego transcription, something we are as yet largely ignorant of, but there’s no doubt that it takes place. You like art, seem to always include it in your lists, and I have a lot of art (poetry) that reveals the ways of means of how we become the people that we are and what it means to be human. You’d find a lot of it on Twitter but not only there, and it’s also on my Medium account.

Of course it will take generations to make such a fundamental change in human identity, even when we begin to give it lead in raising children on a large scale. I don’t think even our brightest and best thinkers are mature enough yet in thought to grasp the possibility of such a change, much less begin to work towards it. People like you will hit on the particulars and the immediate, but even here, it’ll take a long time to work change. I see you’re a student of consciousness, and I don’t think it out of line to make the assumption that you operate from the scientific paradigm, have studied it as science studies it, something made by the brain, have not done a lifetime of self-study of consciousness itself, and I mean by that an exploration of your own consciousness.

Since childhood, via lucid dream, out of body experience, and spiritual experience, I’ve explored mine. One thing of significance here that I’ve focused on is if my consciousness connects to yours, you being other people, and if it does how and what that would mean to being human. For 25 years I’ve had a partner doing the same exploration, and we traveled both together and separately to many different countries and discussed dreams and inner experience with most all whom we were around for any length of time, and we often stayed with the people of the country we were traveling in. (I myself was a penniless vagabond for a number of years.) I can say that I do not believe that we share a common field of consciousness but that I know we do. But it’s taken a lifetime of study every bit as thorough and time-consuming as what we normally mean by school.

It’s here, in the knowledge of our shared field of consciousness and its implications, that we will find the missing pieces to the puzzle of human evil, racism a part of that picture, pieces we yet do not even know are missing. How many hidden wills are involved in a person harming another? What is the effect of ill will that people feel inside on the whole of society? Is the ill will to punish someone who harms, or who holds a racist attitude, the same ill will they feel harming or holding that attitude?

The biggest objection to your thesis of abolishing the police and prisons is how to protect communities from harm and administer justice, it no longer being a forced restitution. And how are you going to stop people from causing harm? You won’t get a handle on it until you become more fully conscious of yourself and our shared field of consciousness, indeed, of our shared identity, or I should say, that until enough of us are thusly conscious (can I say ‘woke’?) to outnumber those that aren’t, because you don’t have all the facts yet, those underwater ones so to speak, the more powerful ones that move us towards causing harm to one another. You aren’t even looking in that direction. Towards that end I post my comment.

A Twitter photopoem

The Pupil and His Divine, a Harmony in Five Measures – 5

On By Donny Lee DukeIn overhead poetry, the integral yoga, the Mother and Sri AurobindoLeave a comment

Sri Aurobindo and me

Flexibility’s Good Practice

[Although formatted to fit your screen, the poem was originally written in 2014. It’s in the form of a dialogue with multiple speakers: the poet, his divine, various people in the audience, including children, and even a hostile being. Paying attention to punctuation and listening to the poem read, the voices dramatized, play key roles in interpreting it.]

I see my result in the image of tomorrow,
sacrifices for these guys,
sacrifices for children made.
I see a little ahead of us now.
Oh my God,
an image I see,
the sound and the fury of a group called
a rigid belief system.
They deny my answer.
It gains ground instead.

Be useful with my hair.
That’s why I got an office.
Most of the new modem here is for this:
yoga transitions wrong.
It doesn’t recognize itself when the change occurs.
Yoga’s a half light,
an image to see.
It’s necessary.
Yoga at least fields the answer.
Union becomes possible.

A new light on yoga,
a new inspiration on yoga:
flexibility.
Can you come back in about fifteen minutes?
They ask my choice.
Your native place, your country?
American dream.
I hope for your sake as well
it lasts the dream.
Now, the politics has religion.
Doves, a page for arms spending.
It’s a powerful dove now.
I hold you open to everyone.
You don’t know the religion of the Spirit
Mr. Fundamentalist.

American box office,
you’ll allow it
a ten minute jury.
It’s open.
You want a letter hold it down.
Art has business
in imaging ideas.
A new idea
is what we’re looking for.

We’ve got an opening in pictures.
I superstorm that’s fine.
While we’re ahead,
let’s crack divinity’s TV.
It is an image in a notebook
that you write while you’re asleep.
It has what you need.

I’m awareness of God.
You can’t buy that in a bookstore,
nor paint it on a friend.
It’s a personal journey.
I’ll be going down
to the bare minimum.
From there I hope to image this story.
Tagging the program
in the front of my house.

Daddy?
What sweetheart?
Put your finger on us.
Ah ha, that touched my hand.
We’re neighbors you see.
Thought will
go public.

If I understand your meaning right
poetry thinker,
we are a collective body.
That’s our building process
yes.
We can image out thought a new reality.
We could do that
instead of who we hate.

Coconut in my big ouch here,
the rumors of war hate fashioned.
We create its dream,
annihilation.
These are primitive seekers,
but we must understand them.
They need to know they’re safe.
Their belief system is their protection
against immensity.

We hear them regard.
We guard our forefather’s knowledge.
We hope to gain by its creed what our forefathers lost,
the right way to live.
We are a ship at anchor in an empty port.
We image reality
by what we see.
There has no greater value
a living scene.
It is solid fact not symbol wrought,
and God in his heaven sits the same.

We image a pupil
who doesn’t listen.
I kinda knew that in the morning.
I stopped vision.
It was drowned by the world.
Hey man what happened?
If you don’t finish it tomorrow…
I put a poem where God lived in me.
The solid confines of matter’s image
can so easily
hide the Unseen from view.

Is there a land bridge here?
I’m happy to see one,
it’s my son,
my little girl.
If I could put their ship in the water on just the right course,
they’ll put together this image
and pilgrim our voyage.
It’s a hope for tomorrow for a future today.
These are my children.
I give them right of way.
I think we image our house here.
It’s got healing window
all our fans said.
I’m okay.
Don’t worry about me.
Just do your homework:
know what to believe.

I’m not surprised.
Here was fine.
We leave our souls numbered on.
This was a glad space in a bright heart,
charity’s donation.
Down there,
infinity held sway.

He organized his room.
What we put?
What we do?
He made soldiers on stacks of bibles
and passed them out to the world.
He cleaned the inside of things,
rejecting old business.
He heard his Stranger call
and wrote it down.
He aloned to himself,
coming into contact with his own world.
His speech betrayed not the things he saw.
He flashed a light of kindness in his arm’s reach.
It was a banquet now.

What did you catch one of those twenty-four hour things?
This was no question posed by the night.
You gathered a liver to your hero.
If it lasts,
it survives.
Your guarantee for the future.
Can we come in from the cold now?
Okay UK say okay.

His private door gave lesson.
This was no ordinary show.
Seventh Avenue,
they looked in on him,
but Sri Aurobindo figured the ticket
and granted this place:
you’re an overmental movement
you understand;
take it easy,
Supermind’s there
standing ground.
Higher than the moon
who put their soul?

He hoped in dream’s pocket.
It was a large measure.
His house they used him
and looked not within.
This was his point of friction with the world.
Constant assault the children were.
He had anger
that he could not hide.
We draw him before
that station-house settled.

Good work,
you have to play on it.
We opposite a six.
Is that good measure?
It’s the right issue today.
What I was tested’s the fact
(come daddy)
I can be a father,
whether or not it works.
What’s yoga?
You have to believe it works.
There,
I’ve said your damn lesson.
Now image reality,
a top of the head see.
Do you get my copycat?
Individually.

I’m not sitting next to wrong.
I’m sitting next to you.
Can we habitat this truth?
Man, this is our dwelling place.
It has to do with a song.
It only hits you,
you open your eyes.
The Spirit is alive in matter,
and the Spirit stays.
Matter is his habitat but not his standing ground.

Daddy, can I have a digital watch
that tells the time
eternally?
Here we pause for a word from our sponsor:
the world removes sickness
your body
will be an eternal image;
homeopathic made cure.

A substantiality review,
measure that in heartbeats.
May you grow bigger than yourself.

So many passengers,
they don’t want a heart strong.
It will have to be something that we do together.
Individuals prepare the field.
You’ll have a rough time sitting there
absorbed in your television set
three dimensional.
The hat’s
just a protection
from getting lost in the movie.
Crown chakra,
you gotta wear it.
Do I make myself clear or not?

Daddy?
Can I sleep in your bed tonight?
Okay.
Now do you believe me?
I will challenge you in the deepest part of your laugh.
Hello my associate
you don’t usually say.
Head bothering you?
I have said a window
opportunity set up.
You’re staring at the wall.
You’d have to see beyond it
to understand what I said.

Really?
It would mean
an integral yoga.
Even the masters
couldn’t gather these clothes.
They just never put ‘em on.
You’ll have to step out even,
emptiness said.
Catch my airplane winnebago?
The Spirit is free
in all this
stuff.

I had trouble with that one.
Fix your feet high.
That’s an asana everybody has trouble with.
Keep practicing.
Yoga will work.

Throw a leg over this movie:
moksha reborn
here in the world.
You’d have to catch the plane,
give it your understanding.
The body is carved by it in silence,
listening.
To be totally honest I walked to it
one box at a time.
It was the heart that provided the key.
Once it knew
it was on its way,
the change arrived.

Donny I,
listen to you.
So you don’t have to worry.
That was decent.
That was not about arguing.
Arguing,
it showed me something.
The mind, the heart, the body all integrated,
people solved.

Definitely another subject
(I don’t think so)
the soul is their point of order.
Fits right here.
We begin with an understanding
opening the top of the head
or the heart window
imaging soul.
They will solve each other
if we bring them together right.

I’d like to show you something.
We play music
one measure at a time.
This airs out the difficulty
integration brings.
I’m, I’m good,
unmolested.
This is a substantiality review.
Hear this music?
Boy hears it now.
The public awhile.
Execute this thing.
That’ll take it
off the ground.

We open our opera,
a whole like twenty-eight pages.
One crying.
What’s a matter sweetheart?
Daddy I don’t want to leave you.
We’ll have to have faith
the Mother said.
She’s the one holding it together,
our family arrangement.

I have these children.
Remove the cover.
What do you see?
You’re their daddy.
Touched it,
the front of it.
Funny,
that really appealed to me.
I lesson in longevity.
Where do you put your scorecard?
There’s really a house.
I want to print it out:
my children
are lessons in love.
You don’t want to mess with them.
I give you
clean house.

A story’s been told
infinity sings.
We nowhere near mirror
the calm flexibility that
we in our divinity will show,
as we stand transformed,
not just stuck on the rafters.

Where will this evolve?
It’s in our daily room,
where we spend our lives holding cares.
Is my rifle here?
What dense energy is that?
It’s what shoots answers,
will not let us see the way out.
Go ask people,
and they figure it out:
if we do get up there,
anything, anything at all,
I have to do it,
I’ve got to get my courage out.
I’m about the idea change.

A body without a beard,
without one iota of fashion together wrong,
if I’m rewriting I’m writing to version fad.
I’m shouting your opinion.
Think that rewrite’s bad?
Flexibility’s good practice.
We are so swayed by our opinions.
Well man,
your opinion,
no matter how sharpened,
might be more narrow than life.

Can you average that?
Bout time you come in.
It’s actually better
to let the truth unfold
instead of proclaiming it.
We evolve here.
You have my answer.
Now that’s actually what it is,
truth evolving.
You’re welcome.

I’m available
across the railroad tracks.
It’s where you see disease.
I’m not that far.
Look how close I am to you,
in your intimacy kitchen,
your bathing and sleeping with
your own concerns.
Where is the line crossed?
Stew there.
Now call for intimacy with me.

What makes you so mad?
I would ask for an associate’s degree.
How many times does justice hate?
Would it be that that hate’s carried over from someplace else,
a little road in you?
It’s not there whispers hate.
We’re not talking
out in the open –
subconscious.
You have ways to avoid that stuff.

What drew these lines?
Hear so many cross.
It’s not a perfect world for me anymore.
Doesn’t have to go.
Trying to tell a river.
We’d open
our eyes and see it.
Then what’s the story?
We can be clean.
I don’t think so.
It’s not that easy.
Oh come on,
top notch of this group,
who knows it?
But tell me,
did you name to the air conditioner five minutes,
just one time?

You make me worry.
Let’s guilt them and them.
Wow, you have society’s hold up here.
Cultural morality
do any justice?
By hidden cost:
we are not permitted to evolve.

Where does the dust settle?
I’m fighting your window,
and it doesn’t open.
Okay, this and with hate:
very shot behind.
Now touch those teeth together,
and we’ve spoken aloud.
I had to get my stuff out of the way
so you got yours.
Hey man this thing’s got director over me.
Could be a wonderful person.
You can change.
I’m tryin’ to get you off the ground.
It’s not better
if said person doesn’t come to see you again.
That touch blisters along.
Somebody
can help
like who would’ve thought it.
Come on, heart walk strong.
On your way too.

All from eyes
they’ll have knowledge back.
Give them muscle on clean,
what I give clean.
Lemmie get this straight:
wounding sword heals?
Over the end that’s burned.

Good morning,
in our little house
thoughtful matter.
Count how many times the Word gets used.
The average person is comin’ round.
That’s a New York
giving a better New York.
That’s your higher count.

I’ve given you right music,
the corrected story.
It leads up to American
(oh I got here),
the American dream.
Find that equipped
once we get electricity.
We’d save the energy
where our body’s the worst fade:
each other.

Simple:
we evolve.
Not in here
some rafter said.
Before we close the door
to bodily existence,
we would have made divine matter’s robe.
We would be together by the way.
Think about it.
Evolution, remember?

Decide to get to home plate –
to move and get the temple.
Why are you there?
It can be held again.
It can be found.

I found my soul.
Boys safe –
I feel sorrow.
Get your wrong TV tuned folks –
get God on your plate.
I’m tryin’ to slide you an angle on the classical guitar,
once it got posted,
the body’s freedom.
I’m measuring an ambush this morning –
I’m listening.

You can’t do it marshal,
shoot me in front of God and everybody.
(Make sure Nancy’s resistance is in the place that she wants;
she may resist letting go.)
Related visions,
I keep reading the title of our narrative.
But Bob misses,
play hide and seek.
That’s a camera
charged with think tank.

Eat eggs,
follow the list of the dawn.
Now that you’ve come up with,
you’re the unbelievable:
against evolution.
Albert Einstein the very next day is pointed out as saying:
a special case with special officers,
they couldn’t track it down,
a locked up.
I rank in it,
well self-giving lists.
The world is watching.
Splash!
A pedophile
makes its sense.

The Pupil and His Divine, a Harmony in Five Measures – 4

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the Mother at 5, Sri Aurobido, 7

The Top of the Head Show

[Although formatted to fit your screen, the poem was originally written in 2014. It’s in the form of a dialogue with multiple speakers: the poet, his divine, various people in the audience, including children, and even a hostile being. Paying attention to punctuation and listening to the poem read, the voices dramatized, play key roles in interpreting it.]


Daddy,
you come.
We chakra this drink.
Can you believe I touched that?
That subtle body field,
where you put your hand,
can go inside.
Right this way.
The tooth fairy,
she do it,
touch zero
in my chakra need.

That little flower
below the navel
got burned
by pleasure.
It’s spinning faster now.
There’s a whack in the system,
all out of line.
Watch out,
behavioral problems,
emotional issues,
communication difficulty,
and it continues.

At the base of the spine,
at the tip of the tail,
a stir is underway.
It’s a partial kundilini arousal
of the sleeping kind.
The touch wanted it.
Eventually frustrated.
I want two hundred rupees
life-force size.
You ever wonder why delight?
Will go in directions
all this energy.
Puts the finger on it.

They would like their children…
They’ve already arranged things the way they like them you see.
The children are a boiled mess.
Even a Hatha yogi
– hello –
can’t swim these waters
without preparing years.
A child has its chakras out,
something we don’t know.

Seven dollars
divided by a rule
giving her a favor,
a full payment plan
individual.
I’m pretty sure
that agriculture is used.
The lesson plan:
get your
wrong TV tuned.

You’re a loud movie
Little boy.
Turn down the volume
I don’t know,
except that kind of love
increases it so.
Alternative medicine:
they have a top of the head.
Let’s reverse this flow,
channel that energy.

You can see
all the things they want to do.
Maniac,
it doesn’t make sense.
He has the capabilities
of being a proper powerful.
The top of the head focus
will open their inner vision.
All the behavior
has clouded it considerably.

First comes the cleaning
your room,
pick up after themselves,
take out the garbage,
sweep the floor.
Here you know what we found?
A divinity of cleanliness
gathering the ground
on that level.
Finish off this subject.
No one
likes their picture taken
dirty.
Field,
go, go, go.

Second program:
open the top of the head
and keep it open.
This is an area of the house
you can’t touch.
Focus them there.
This is why it takes so long:
well I can’t take it,
quiet now.

Calm down.
Pinpoint your awareness there
with me.
They manage a little bit.
The candle flame
as the sun goes down,
they can feel that
in their crown.
Do this exercise.
It’s a daily practice.

I’m going to the top of my head.
Who wants to join me?
(Lesson out perfume.)
My child where is your awareness?
What about a mountain top?
The television can wait.
Are you alive?
You’re so different.
Anything comes
to mess the routine,
hey,
be flexible.

The top of the head,
let me tell you some.
That’s where we cross over
at the death of the body.
The ignorant world,
that was the filling
of knowledge and the divinity.

She goes to school
to learn her way.
I’m not through on my way to the pool.
She holds back.
She’s tired.
Assimilation a lot of read until
the way they are
underwrites divinity.
They’ve got a few minutes
mind you.

I’ve given you something to chew on,
a riddle put in question
and solved.
We base our experience
at the beginning of evolution.
If you read that
you would open the top of the head and keep it open.
It’s a conscious movie.

Can I ask myself,
substantiality,
where is it found?
Why they look
there on the ground?
Asking a Hatha yoga this.
I use mercy to find out.
Meets the standard.
A division of excellence.
You want the best program.
You can’t buy a better arrangement.
I don’t want anything better than that.

Try to use the grocery store.
There’s a, index.
Oh that’s so beautiful
Ladies.
We support our groups.
I’m an issue at the top of the head,
spirit informing matter.
Where are you led?
I don’t think it’s to please behavioral problems.
We focus on matter matter’s our object.

It’s a beautiful arrangement
the world that we see,
but matter’s a picture show,
and we are spirits in it.
Who woke from the dream?
Is matter their gospel?
I bet a kundilini gave paper on this.
She’s around.
Can I borrow a drink?

Kundilini’s ill informed.
There’s a field there,
unshaped energy.
She’s not Spirit’s standing ground.
I’m gonna go in just a minute.
If we start at the base of the spine
to get a spiritual grip,
everything’s under conspiracy;
we have no leadership in the head.

Why did I start this mountain?
Our children’s future has a journey now.
Matter on top,
spirit arranged last,
their journey will be very predictable:
ordinary life.
Yes I agree.

My hat size
has a question for infinity:
matter a rigid movement,
how do we spiritualize it?
Just down here
there’s something going on.
I’m a top down answer.
Oh my folks?
Two disciples of yoga,
the Mother and Sri Aurobindo.

Names aren’t important.
How would you know?
It’s like a bite,
all the matter
of a person.
My intention
is to get this airplane off the ground.
Any serious pilot knows
that his instruments
are not where he is going.
They guide him there.
This poem
gives a very practical lesson in ground guidance.
I’m not getting a maintenance program.
I’m getting evolved.
I’d say that’s substantial.

We come to the close of our book.
Any questions?
Why it came.
We brought
this little boy
out of dog’s house,
put him in front of everybody
so that matter
can be woken up
from the crown down.
He’s a light on this subject.

The Pupil and His Divine, a Harmony in Five Measures – 3

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Bathroom Control

[Although formatted to fit your screen, the poem was originally written in 2014. It’s in the form of a dialogue with multiple speakers: the poet, his divine, various people in the audience, including children, and even a hostile being. Paying attention to punctuation and listening to the poem read, the voices dramatized, play key roles in interpreting it.]


We look out bathroom street
a window to go higher.
I promise daddy I’m hungry.
Well eat the other one.
You must clean your plate.
Bathrooms error the truth.
They guide us to the wrong door.
We can’t help but play there.

Can I give you a bath this towel said.
You might want room.
I pressure you with cleanliness.
If I unfasten your belt,
Will I unfasten mine?
You’re in freedom’s uniform.
I look towards the bottom window
choosing to ignore freedom.
We put a special emphases there,
the point will get across:
I love your toilet
washing daddy said.
It wasn’t clean.

I image your hand.
It only wants exposure.
We open your sanctuary.
You feel a slight tease.
It’s a slow hand,
rubbing ground.
I’m afraid you’re finished.
The thought can be carried back
for future reference.

Can we get out here?
It’s a necessity arrangement.
Clean a child must be.
Rude we do not wash him.
Your pants you remove.
I’d pull down your life.
I’m all soap and lather.
You’re not into this are you?
You just wait up with a smile.

I showered my hand.
Give me that washcloth.
We go over your genitals.
They’re into themselves.
I just image poetry.
I may wash them I said.

Here’s the hard part:
just his genitals and you.
An image will show here
if you’re not on line –
the red hand buttering wood.
It’s old,
and you don’t think about it no more,
the emotions get away with it.

How I balance your ship:
I sink it in the neighborhood.
Can you say aggrandize it?
You can count your dream.
Army staples award.
We soldier here
the concept of war.
I habitat your thinking.

You want a real significance there,
the one that shoulders attention
on individuality.
I know what you’re saying:
give this guy his flag,
he’ll be his own nation.
There’s a private lesson there.

I’m waiting for your attention to change ground.
We hold onto his plate,
he won’t aim his life.
I’ll go to execute Galgatha.
I’ll go to my house.
I will pay payments you understand,
the leftovers.
Daddy sleep with me
right here.

Least I know I can talk to you.
That one’s the arrangement.
Alright you did it,
your friend the apple pie.
Daddy white collar
I expected among.

I only told him,
you hear deaf music.
It’s not about this time.
It’s about castle keep,
a personal defend line.
We are his defenders
of that little ship.
We keep the world from on it.
He can’t do that yet.

I am throwing the dust toy
a hidden view.
Now get drink you gotta eat.
The other bike is not working.
Wha what? Where?
I don’t want.
Now come here.
I’m serious now.
You don’t even wash them unless you got to.
That type of behavior
robs your castle.
I made a mistake.
Robs his also.
He needs to learn
to do it himself.

A host of programs.
I want to go to school.
Teach them with your free hand,
no hidden icons in its toolbar.
I’ll be back
if you’ve touched them that way.
We have a cross in the I.

Listen,
you draw the lights,
plan on there being
a stairwell.
My school I take it.
You teach me good,
okay you teach me
like this:
no hidden
motivation
I’m disappear.

He’s just a show up before, come on.
One of the very inquiries,
we dried it for itself,
dried it off,
a mountain view,
a safe program.
Hold your poets in there.
He’s a dynamically used vehicle
if you read him right.

Where is mother in the bathroom?
I believe ape ate the answer.
Dad okay you get in here.
Come to microphone.
Hey we’ve got to go
as long as it must.
In that grow folder
another year of right,
naturally.

Our area is clean.
We’ve looked beyond program,
what we’ve put down.
The body’s a bulletin board.
We pin touches on it.
She’s not a delivery system.
No you can’t.
You wouldn’t be able to.
They’ll be there.
I told you.
It just served its purpose,
their room.

Did you read the ten dollars?
Like everything else,
he’s on our list too loud.
We examine him.
You do not mind like this
to make the adjustment.
You see,
I’m sleeping beside my daughter.
We’ll cut your allowance.
I’ll give anyway.
In fact, I really hoped
to release this window by giving its dead.
A girl, minimize this window.
Stab here,
and it shakes the entire race.

In fact,
I did it for me
they have in clean.
She’ll demand the moon.
If I don’t give it to her
she’ll pitch a fit,
a daily TV.

A line of bad company that you’ve Illinoised,
that you’ve allowed,
will escape
and talk to people.
Who knows,
maybe it’s
gonna put you outta your house.

I’m sitting in the front.
That’s where they’ve got their attention,
the front of the movie.
They don’t reason out
what’s behind them.
Frame up here
on a mountain
and feel good.
This is the price of the program:
no behavior
that robs pleasure.

This is a mountain view.
I give you inside wrong
half an hour,
there’s the shower.
My birthday is coming daddy.
The top
I’ll pick up again.
What will we be reading?
Holistic medicine.

You might wanna take that peace.
I put him on the bus.
I play him,
I get moved.

The Pupil and His Divine, a Harmony in Five Measures – 2

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Sleeping Arrangements

[Although formatted to fit your screen, the poem was originally written in 2014. It’s in the form of a dialogue with multiple speakers: the poet, his divine, various people in the audience, including children, and even a hostile being. Paying attention to punctuation and listening to the poem read, the voices dramatized, play key roles in interpreting it.]


Mark my words,
a behavioral challenge
amplification wrong.
We poetry in our notebook
understand the behavior.
Get all listened out.
I do believe you’re excited about this.
There’s no place in our notebook
to gather wrong afield
so that we can see it better
and amplify its heal.
Are you with me Houston?
Ground Control to Major Tom,
put your seat belts on.

We have a reason.
Wrong could come break the relationship.
Finish thought:
you need control.
Wrong’s measuring basket:
to drink or drink more?
It’s a field show.
It’s a lessons study.
No ‘what daddy’
my son’s been imaged right.

Your measuring stick,
your wrong.
Do the exercises,
as long as you take the right one
above the window:
good history.
Did you see this?
That’s your heart song.

What happened?
Said to me.
I don’t want him going in there.
I act, we put there.
This is the first page:
yes you can sleep in your daddy’s room.
Sometimes we fail to see a better arrangement.
Sometimes we fail to see the solution at all.
Can get serious:
family court.

May we have your attention?
Please hold onto the exits.
A blue door
a thousand rupees,
that’s a spiritual way out.
Daddy I want to kiss you.
He’s green labeled that.
Whatta we do?
A different time,
a different thing.
Important that you don’t involve matter.
No swimming on the ground.
All need will read
God’s book.

What we’ve got here is a behavioral animal.
It has sharp teeth.
Stay in front.
If he pulls his gun out,
leave it blank.
I’m sorry I’m dividing.
We’ve got to arrange things
so that the muscle
get anybody complicated,
change house.

This is clear music.
You’ll sleep together in peace.
Watch those corner edges.
They rub a body mean.
I’m a happy song
you sing to your children
when she’s not in the house,
a line Molly.

Why did Molly come?
I’ve seen only skin much,okay?
Place the truth in your hands.
You know it won’t control them.
And it’s just like it was now,
trying to figure what was going on.
I’m just telling you something before you react:
I’m bringing you change.
That’s the technique.

The rude imperious surge,
that didn’t get you.
Do you want promise?
The Dallas runway.
You see some good
in this arrangement.
Don’t blow me away.
Keep the tickling hand free of charge
and the alphabet.
Study it please.

Doing things together
don’t let paper weigh you down.
What you want is a free, easy, spontaneous
gift hand.
You take this
you show it to them.
Must be nice to not have any fetters.
Just remember why you’re here.
It’s not to aggrandize the show.
A growth going on,
and the body carries its charge.
Sleeping arrangements made easy,
I go to sleep.

What Tamil movie?
We image sleep,
make it our breakfast song.
It’s the dream image that we care for.
That is molding the show.
You don’t know how sensitive the hand is
in the area of dream.
It is like another house,
another house owner.
It can fasten itself
to the waking movement,
and wrong behavior,
convinced of itself,
plays the hand.
But not when it comes
awake.
That’s the prime time TV.

Your hand has license there.
It meets them in dream.
They seem arranged for the movement,
probably asleep.
You have to go to clean.
You can’t.
A deaf movement.
Which one is that?
The life hand
has no will in it
to move.
Your head
and all its arrangement
is sleeping in the bed.

What you do?
There’s a program to put on.
It’s called make the body safe.
Call on divinity to help you,
some divine name.
Open to them,
and close the hand.
Hercules had no stronger task.
You see,
we can mess up;
we can come abuse
so early.

There is a physical culture.
The body has its own field.
Your body
wrapped around another body
ignites imagery in sleep.
I dreamed that I was in here by him,
next to him in bed.
Doubled doors are open.
Hot red hold me wrong.
Hot red you see,
hot red.

Hidden desire
can play.
These are occurrences in sleep
that hold us down in life.
They can arrange things,
pass this on to another child.
The waking world is full of such traps.
And we don’t even remember our dream,
even though our lightened load
is acting its ground.
This is a double pleasure.
Our child wakes up from his sleep
and waits for a buddy to fulfill it.
Physical culture I’m mad at you.
Though you are mad at me,
you like it
in the dream.
It’s a body arrangement.

What will put peace here is your spiritual test.
Who do you sleep with at night?
Your own dream?
Who it is you are open to
will single out your sleep,
open in the sense
that’s where you move.

You see my connection.
It’s a high note.
A practice song this is.
A night is drama to cross.
Put a pillow under it.
Only names
are personal enough
to put it together.
The name should rhyme with God.

There was something else.
The child in bed with you
isn’t even there.
They represent God’s feelings,
an image in the night
made in both areas:
I have walk in
and close the door.
We move to God’s nature
the sleeping child.

Have you fastened everything?
I can arrange it some.
You didn’t contact me,
subscriber.
A pulled image,
give me a dime to see.
We keep our images and our heads together
or they lose reality.
Bases cover this program,
the high note
we put our money on.

Yeah you hear:
hold your child a little.
Keeps safe with him.
We do not encourage sleeping with children.
No,
it’s just not a big deal.
You wouldn’t be able to
hand out body bags.

You’re not gonna get clearer than that for fifteen minutes,
the poetry of another song
even closer.
I sound your sleep.
Hear a whistle?
You’re an area dude.
You carry your first one folks.

Please dog go.
I gave you one rupee.
He’ll have a warm spot in his freezer.
He’ll want to put something there.
It feels warm to him,
and that’s all that’s interesting.
It’s nine or something no?
I don’t want your answer.
Tell me.
He can’t ride you like that
if you’re going to heal his movie.
He has grass ready.
You just need to cut on it.
We feel good.
That’s the problem.

His sleep knows this distance.
He’s practicing in dream.
You have to arrange it to watch his tower.
You hold the boy with your sleeping arm.
This is a measure of sleep.
No leave the stuff there.
All that we need is what you’re bringing to school on Monday,
okay?

Hey Donny,
his sleep you can’t ride,
but I can.
Go on, get some paperwork.
If you can just move for a minute,
that penis clouded,
you hit the note
that images safety.
You felt a strong glow,
Him.
The divine
had muscle.
He’s favored in sleep.
The urge is there,
but nobody eats.
You’re walking him out of this program:
exclamation point
in his area down there.

Though I’m sure it won’t be understood,
he gets dressed every day.
You must learn to read the music,
siren songs,
then move accordingly.
This is your fifth gear.
Man, speed up.
Do you know what ten miles serve?
Hey man I pass everything.
I’ll see you later.
Life being predictable,
same cost.

What is this?
The harmony of attention.
If I were you
I’d probably prefer to be
part of the program:
let me love you what I do,
but let’s get this story straight.
Touch those together.