If you are reading this poem on a phone, note that the integrity of the lines, a major feature of poetry, is not displayed properly. Many if not most get cut short because of the small screen.
Look at the homeless with binoculars. Our individual freedom doesn’t extend that far in the thousand mile kingdom. No homeless please. We’re all fruitcakes. Be crazy live a crazy day, tantalizing. We are moored in individual freedom everywhere our commercials reach. They key of the individual has been locked in some drawer. Look at it. Conformity in obedience is every sign.
Conformance and mobility, is that a high-rise condominium? We live in nation great. Has anybody seen it? It’s a melting house of the wrong ideas. It’s a house of conformity livin’ in big beds. Try to bring four dogs to town, and you’re out the door. Can the people that make such decisions respect you?
What are we doing here? Everything makes money or is about the same. We don’t live in a society of free people. We think politics rules the day. It’s each other we rule with our dumb attitudes of you’re not my type or you don’t do that right.
Let’s all be mean to everybody when we have the power to do so. Who wears a social mask when you’re a hero championing all the distain? I can be mean to you because social hierarchy is everything in the land of the free.
What’s up? Have we sold our souls for product? Look at the shelves. The comfortable eating world of me, my God it’s big. The availability of product has destroyed the world, but I put America first in my prayers, and I get fat doin’ it.
Now it’s the Gulf of Mexico bein’ drained out in America’s name. We are proud people, and we stick our nose up at a fall. We don’t know there’s a fall. Just ask an immigrant, illegal if they’re non-white, legal or not. They know a reckoning. How are they not human beings? They know the price of a fall.
Can we discuss national boundaries? How are we managin’ this, without constraint? The people that sleep in the same trees as me my country ’tis of thee? Open borders haunt us all, but are borders and hatred the same thing? I’m ICE lookin’ down its long list to expel people: let’s get rid of vermin will yah? Is that the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Salute the flag again. Everybody’s doin’ it, and here comes Trump, an underdeveloped character from our minions, who does not have love for his neighbor, has taken the golden rule and shove it up your ass, hates even his constituents if they’re not about his name.
Where is God? He is not in Trump’s eyes. He won’t fit there. The justice of God is concerned with the Earth, sacrifices for the love of mankind, loves the just and the unjust, let’s his rains benefit everybody, is an ambulance carrying people to righteousness.
America puts God first? Let’s send everybody to hell who hasn’t got the formula right worship Jesus or die. Now that’s love for all eternity, no forgiveness ever, and you are suffering the worst hell imaginable. Found your nation on this religion, make this your idea of God, his final character, and you don’t have a nation love your brother let me tell yah.
Now give Trump the power of God, that carte blanche you’ve given him, and make him mean you. Trump is not there in the love of your life. He’s a dangerous will armed with time. Where do you see Christ? Where do you see the love of man? What is his dollar statement? Every head and every hands making that the chief concern. Right on the beach put this hood on yah: you’re makin’ money off of sunbathers; you’re makin’ money off of fences; call this the American way.
The mess we’re all in, have you found it yet? Would you look for it if you could? Are you just blind to the peripherals? Would you love your brother if you could, whoever that is? That’s not giving them a dollar to eat. You’re giving every man, woman, and child on the Earth we inhabit, in our togetherness, the helpful goodwill we need to see each other correctly.
And America, the most powerful nation on earth, can you lead us all to goodwill and be an example of sacrifice? Never mind defending your borders; you have that genuine need, but can we get grace to policy your movements?
There, my God I poet. Do you hear me? And found peace a few times before the profound peace. I’m lookin’ for it now. I have an appointment with destiny. It’s just my own personal flavor on things, a poet in the halls of America let’s be good shall we? I didn’t cut my teeth on it, and boy have I been a sinner, but goodness is my way to meet the world because I’ve learned the price of love.
Can I give you that honor? Let’s swim on the beach and never harm anyone, even in the throes of thought. Let’s pick up ourselves and cherish one another. I’m rootin’ for you in this sundown meditation. Do you hear the beach?
A lot of things up there I don’t like to talk about. It’s a mess up there, and it chases your life. I’m an idiot for believing it. There’s no hope on this runway. I can’t even see my dogs. I lost all the people who matter to me. They’ve taken me out of India for a visa violation. Can you imagine Dylan?
I had several minutes to pack. Nithish came and we talked. Everybody was crying. No appeal allowed. They were stone-hearted men. The immediacy of the situation derailed me. I was not prepared to go. No one would listen to my pleas just a few days please. It was heartbroken. The dogs were so confused. Bruno knew. The pain in that dog’s eyes, can it kill you?
Who knows the price you have to pay for poetry? I made the Auroville Foundation mad, and they promptly got rid of me and didn’t even show their face. Their lackeys did it. I’m going to shoot them tomorrow, not with guns with their guilt. Douglas and I are on a plane to nowhere. We’ve been kicked out of our home. I am over skies now. I don’t know where I am. I don’t care to. I will never see my dogs again.
A few minutes to pack after a life of 20 years. No international rights, what do you do with that when your life-blood is on the table, all your hopes and dreams? Even Nithish’s parents cried, and we all forgave each other. So many crying people came to see up off, and it didn’t move a cop.
This is land’s lamb, a spoken inner voice, and it will even tell on itself. It won’t leave you alone. To trust it is to invite paradise, but hell is its price. Pain and suffering slam me now, and I don’t know what to do with that. More poetry please. Look I gotta get out of this ride. Most things have to be deleted anyway. I’m sorry. Look it’s over.
What happened? The government has cancer. It only has a gun. It breaks people’s hearts, is only concerned with its name, can’t see past its own nose, is a bear eating people. No one can call it on it. You get in trouble. They won’t let you talk. When you give them a divinely inspired poem they get mad, shoot the messenger, tear apart his family.
What’s the wasted gun, where I meet the government, or where it meets me? Hand that over a hide and seek. Show dinner now how much bullshit serves me on myself, or am I worth the life of this poet?
Plenty of people have no pride. It’s part of the hardship of life. Do we let then in? Do we let the haphazard come in? They’ll throw it open like they’re dying without it. They are not sincere. They’re trying to get over on you whatever they can. They can’t look you in the eye and say they’re sorry. They’re all over the place, a dim a dozen.
I need to know what that man’s like. Test him some. Come to his house and sit at his table. Is there anybody but himself in his banyan tree who are not satellite I’s of his solar I? Can he have compassion? Will he sacrifice for those around him? Is he a hope in humanity’s heart? Does he genuinely feel the presence of others? What does it take to make him smile? Can you count lighthouse in him?
I’m askin’ the right questions say you find an illegal immigrant. These are the criteria we live by, and he needs to show that. Can I get a horseman here please? We’re blowin’ humanity out of the water throwin’ somebody out of the country such as these. An immigrant’s status give the immigrant’s worth?
Look at yesterday. They pull a poet out of his home. Because I didn’t read his poetry. I listened to the bossman. We celebrate this. You’re at 1 o’clock. Put more tickets through. It’s all good. Put the police upon the table, and this defends a society of Indian spirituality?
Our family there were told that the Secretary of the Auroville Foundation, Jayanti Ravi, filed a police complaint against me for the past three poems on this blog, which are about Auroville. Four men came to our house, all in civilian clothes, and only one would show his ID, the one from immigration, whom it’s reasonable to assume that they brought just in case there was a visa violation, and there was. Later, since I was holding out in my house, the regular police came.
Recently Auroville News and Notes reported that the Auroville Foundation has brought 15 members of the special police who are crushing dissidence in Kashmir to do that in Auroville. I suspect at least two of the men who wouldn’t show ID were them.
Donald Trump official portrait, 2025 (public domain)
Do me a favor, blind yourself to where you don’t see. There was an executive order here that pit man against man, shot men and arranged to murder more. Can we look at the oligarchy?
I’ve seen you in rivers of hate you just think you put on for show. Make a wide trench and make that the border with Mexico and fill it with orders and snakes, great big alligators. Did you say this to your aids? The orders are to shoot people. That’s illegal Mr. President. Then shoot them in the legs.
I don’t think anybody understood that. A mean joke you say. It was the reality he thought about, never mind the children that crossed too, the grandpas and women with babies, any ole human being that wants a better life, and you said he was joking. Let’s put the death penalty all along this land, press people to use it. We’re gonna make them pay a blood lust so dear you love the president for it. I’d reach for the psychopath in the room and don’t give him arms to kill people.
Can you see the character of a man that wants to kill? That’s the president, and you think he’s joking. Let’s appease Hitler, shall we? He hasn’t become the meanest man alive, what we realized after the fact.
Now ole Trump’s got an agenda. It’s not to make America safe. We put our egos where our mouth is. America first means Trump first.
You don’t know the national politics that makes your ego identify with its nation like it’s you. It’s a constituent landmass. The ego is made up of such as these, your gender your identity or a race and a peoplehood, sexuality if yours is the odd man out, and the gas it all of religion. I can name more.
Let’s put the most powerful nation on Earth Trump first, never mind the responsibility of being your brother’s keeper. Higher ideals no longer apply. We are selfish and revel in it. Fuck the world you dirty bastards, is that what this all means?
Is that how a kid sees it? How many would share their toys? I don’t think you’re lookin’ at the younger generation and what this means to their grow up. Can I kill people momma if they make me mad?
Sit with yourself a moment. If Trump could kill his enemies would he? We’re talking about the character of a man that lets hate rule his room. Seething with ill will, he justifies a nation. It don’t come out right.
Can we cross this again? History has put these men in power over and over. You’re flattered. He has the character you wear, mean-mouthed, hate this person and that individual. Send them all back to China! Okay you put the mass in power, it’s not gonna be a good human being rules yah. I think even the Bible makes deacons exceptional. Now tell me again the Bible makes place for him.
I don’t think you’re lookin’ at dictators that steal the hearts and minds of the mass and just please your undeveloped, brass nature. Every nation lives like this, and that’s why we call it populist today.
Oh what pride the Nazis wore in their cruelty, in their disregard for human life and diversity, and they all wore the nationalism pin and wanted you to behave like them. Can we take a step backwards? Can we just almost commit suicide with the power we’ve given one man?
You don’t see it, do yah? Look into his eyes. There’s a killer there. I don’t know what history will unfold, but this man can’t be right in the history books of tomorrow. Revel in him now, praise his name; you’re on dangerous ground. He’s got the end of the world in his eyes. Can you see it?
No, he won’t stage that. It’s just what he’s made of, the world leader of selfishness and this is mine. He won’t bring the apocalypse, nothing close, but we will be so embarrassed as Americans when his power comes to a close. MAGA hell, he brought shame.
There is something ninja. He can walk around clothed in a smiling president and assassinate so many people’s lives with deportation, the death penalty, and bring it on climate change. Wow, there is something. He’s not my most selfish person in the world. He’s not my most selfish. To Earth had this lion king thing, except maybe I’ll get on the other side. One caught right here: definitely not a good person.
You’re not gonna find anyone to build your snowman for yah that froze all cooperation missed their forgiveness key. Can you see that children? He just broke in my house and stole all my transgender people. They must evoke the 5th Amendment or die. You’re gonna stay there and hope we have policy changes on Earth. I’m pregnant. Oh my God the 14th Amendment’s in there, right at the moment of conception. I tell yah an embryo’s not a person yet, even if they have the right to be. You can’t see what you’re doin’, takin’ the Constitution as the folly in the room, what tells lies.
I’m sure you don’t like talkin’ to me, but I’m the medicine. It’s not that human I’m talking about. You got too much action, storm as big as he is. I think you and I see a woman stand in our shoes. Take themselves very differently. That’s not a pedophile. That’s a lover of children that does not molest children.
Don’t be so wrapped up in pronouns or who’s speakin’ the poem. You savvy a woman speak? In his vital. You don’t know the breakdown of the human being. It’s not a mind and body problem. A vital being fits in there just as pretty as you please, mitigating between the two. If we knew this we’d understand gender discrepancies, and we’d never discount the body. I have a mental male, vital female, and physical male. What do you got? Do you see where it all adds up? Don’t get mad at it and cut if off.
Do you see the human being? We didn’t go to the same place. We went to the four winds, and it was diversity made us equal. Did yah hear me Trump? Let’s put white Americans on top by making sure they stay on top and get rid of every program that don’t put them there. I’m callin’ the shots— systemic racism.
I’ve gotta get off this island and give the right blues for my speak, and who do I address now? The oneness body of the United States. It’s bigger than the world. It includes every man, woman, and child in the world. Can you see that oneness big? Not in an amalgamated mass. We give each person their personhood and allow them to be Americans or whatever. They’re just not more important than Nicaraguans as human as they are, but we know they can’t all be Americans. We just differentiate with love not hate, or at least goodwill. Do you know the difference?
Inside a nation we see the world. The nation’s not greater than it. You’re just not lookin’ at the world right. You’re lookin’ at it in terms of you, like your ego’s your nation, and you can’t even get that right. No oneness circle there, is there?
Are you the center of the world or what? It’s so complicated in here. I’m standin’ right in the center of the world don’t you see? And that’s the fault of everyone. A common language like them best, the same culture, and we are so wrapped around skin color, racial features. Hello you there and me, fellow white people, or maybe it's black people, or all Native Americans.
Or maybe religion gets your dick? We all come from the same hole, and it’s a blessed hole, is it not? We are oneness speakers, how we identify with our beloved group. They’re in the center of the world with us. Are we just gonna drop oneness in the sand?
If you can identify with a nation you can identify with the world. We are all there don’t you see, in the oneness yard, even Trump, but not his hate, no one’s hate. A poem has made a bill of it, showin’ the world his, like it’s what he does the executive office with. There it is. Give him the shoes of a savior? You’ve got to be kidding me.
If we get into the deep roots of the poem, there’s an imbecile here, and it’s not Trump. I can see him so clearly because I’ve failed mine in great dark rooms. Shut up my speaker said; you are so pleasing to your humanity now. I’ve gotta tell yah I don’t have room to talk, but can we still meet at poem’s end I’ve shown you some truth? It doesn’t make freeways, but it lights up a path, you know? And we’ve got to get hate out of the room. That’s the item we wear. Do you hear me Trump? A self-reflective nightmare, I voted for this one.
Gardening deep in transition’s ways a like broadcast. Its own title shows its inadequacies. I don’t know how many people voted for Trump, but I’ve offended half the nation. Half the nation, I haven’t pleased them in liberties. I’ve just damaged their pride. I’ve lost my way they say. I can’t get Trump right.
There’s a man there that loves his nation and doesn’t want the government to interfere in people’s lives, unless you’re a part of the groups he mentions he thinks have slammed the nation or committed heinous crimes. He’s a figure standin’ up to tall water and not afraid to speak his mouth. He loves kin and family. He champions Israel. This is a good thing in a world that needs Israel, and he sees the war with China to make them back down and be careful with him. He’s not a filibuster that excites for war. He’s tempered there, and he may bring the cost of livin’ down.
Part of me would vote for him too if I didn’t have my eyes open on human nature, studying you. He’s mean he’s cruel, and we don’t need that. We need to be kind to one another and learn how to get along. Isn’t that what you teach your children in Sunday School?
I think you’ve lost your moorings from the true reason Christ came. It wasn’t to judge the quick and the dead. Now you’ve entered him into politics like Trump represents him, like you want to take over politics, not likin’ gender fluidity and gays teachin’ children and another host of stuff, but can you just stop a minute and study right and wrong, the fundamentals of it, be good to one another, not just your group or clan?
Do you really want a theocracy? I know that will destroy our nation. I’m talkin’ to power. It would take another three thousand years to get it back the way we wanted it, people themselves have a nature like Christ, and they get along. Can you hear my foot school? We don’t need against the law. We need love one another and be good to each other. Isn’t that the law written on our hearts?
Goodness rises from within when we open to the best in us, the highest. We need the liberty to do that, because it’s trial and error with each of us. It’s not a religion we are trying to cement on this planet. It’s help your brother and love. It’s be kind to your sister and hold her up. I know you want everybody Christians, but where would that lead us truthfully, honestly? It won’t lead us there. You’ve put Trump in that place as God’s helper. Okay is he there? What attracted you to Christ to begin with? Is that Trump?
Would you put Trump in God’s shoes that’s the way God acts in the world? Is that what you want your children to emulate? Does Trump’s behavior satisfy some raw nerve, or is it really the highest in man? We need high right now not low from our president. Do you hear me now?
His mother at the Child Welfare Committee meetingNithish at the meeting, in-between tears
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.
So you can go and tell on them. That was Nithish’s muse. He has purpose. He has charm. He has the call to action. We’re gonna get this story read to the public. What did they expect? He had come so far. They brainwashed him in the family. He didn’t give them what they want: to renounce me over the phone in a controlled conversation.
I was emotionally distraught, aggravated, and it came across on the phone, and then I calmed down and talked to my baby dog. He heard me. I could hear his mother in the background telling him what to say. I mentioned everything I could think of to get him to hear me. We actually had a conversation. I was able to tell him things his mother cut the phone. They called back, and the mother tried again. I’m with them now the boy said. Do you want to see me I asked. He had already answered yes to that question in the conversation ago. No answer, I asked again. Yes he said. I will move Heaven and Earth to see you again I told the boy.
Do you love me more than anything in the world, or was that a lie? I wasn’t lying. Do you want me to go back to America? No the boy replied. Well I’ll do a hunger strike, and I’m prepared to die. The boy heard every word I said. Hello again, I’m sorry baby dog, I cannot live without you, and I love you more than anything in the world. Ask to see me. Do not stop. But they will not hear me. Ask anyway, and the divine will help.
The mother cut the phone again, as I explained their brainwashing technique, and then I talked to her. He doesn’t want to see you she said. But you heard him say he did. Leave it, leave it. No woman I won’t. I am not afraid to die, and I will lay down my life for him. On that she cut the phone.
Well here, here, let’s have a toast to her inability to brainwash him. He was supposed to renounce me. He did not. Even in front of his mother he admitted he loved me very much and wanted to see me. She had failed in killing his love for me. Now how’s that for an answer to their control of him? They don’t have it. Isn’t that wonderful? Love will find a way.
Thank you woman. You are so very dumb letting us speak like that, and you know we love each other. You really think the boy’s gonna lie for you? He did not, did he? And you are tellin’ him what to say. I say again. You did not control this boy when it came down to it, the very thing you’ve been punishing him for, he loves his daddy and wants to see him, and all the restrictions that you’ve put on ‘im, all the surveillance you’ve had him under, all the control you’ve done to him, telling him what to think, how to act, and how he should feel, day and night on that boy, has not worked, has it? I’m still there in that boy’s heart, in that boy’s mind, a living presence. The power of love, do you believe in it now?
Now we go from there. I have his base. I have his will, and I will stop at nothing to see him again. That mother has messed up. She gave us the very thing we needed from each other: validation of our love. She has no idea what’s she’s doing in keeping him from me. It’s against his will. It’s against his plan. It’s against his life’s purpose. It hurts this boy so.
So what do we do with that? Hello Pondy do you recognize me? I am a public speaker. I want to show you child abuse where the parents get away with it because no one will listen to the foreign man. You think that’s right? Well here let me show you how I do things, in video after video, and can I show you this story? Follow my Facebook page. Now who’s listenin’ I ask the interviewer. Will you help this boy become himself again, step out of systems of abuse and let his daddy heal him?
Okay Pondicherry we put you to the test. It’s a public ride. Do you care about this boy? Why have the parents taken all his rights? Do they have the right to abuse him? Do I have no rights as a parent? And I have been raising him for years. Wait ‘till you hear why they took ‘im, on impulse, for a bad story they did, and I called them on it. It’s all on Facebook. Just look and see Donny Lee Duke.
Now we’re goin’ somewhere. He listens to me, and we are there: we get to see each other again. We get to be together, and we can heal wounds. Thank you Pondicherry. I know you care about children, and I didn’t even have to hunger strike. I just got interviewed by a member of the press, and we took this story wide. Now that’s business. That’s coffee, and that’s how you shame two parents who have been evil to their child. You give them a public face, and suddenly the sex video they made of their child doesn’t look for fun anymore. It looks awfully deep, their betrayal of their children in their parenting room. Do you hear me Pondicherry? You will.
This is the sudden story that shows you how to raise children, and that’s not with a bat with a glove. They get the best treatment because they are our future, and they do not live for us. They live to be themselves in the future God has put them on Earth for, their soul’s purpose in time. That Pondicherry is why we raise children, to bring a better Earth to the love that they’ve found God, atheists included in this survey. We just go the highest we can go in bringing a human being to the heights of humanity. That’s that little child you know, and here, here, we let them grow. Any objections? I thought not.
Well let’s go. This little boy needs your help, and we are waiting. Thank you God. Thank you world. I knew I could count on you, and it’s over. We raise the world that way. That’s how you do it. I agree with that. We put the night we lie in in that abuse. Do they play with his toy? No it’s not pumped. It’s not his genitals they play with. They play with his mind. I’ll never go over here to sleep, where I’m soft and warm and comfortable at daddy’s house.’
He lies there awake at night wondering at the enormity of his loss, and the hope and the despair rob his mind of sleep. There they abuse him in the night’s deep. If you listen really closely you can hear him cry Oh God why have you done this to me? I thought I was your child. And his faith is gone, and the night’s this huge monster that gives him nightmares. Great the feelings play along being’s edge to make him want to die. Do you hear this Pondicherry? Listen closely. This boy needs our help. Will you just let him lie?
What do you do with that? Let’s go in the kitchen and think some, drink some coffee. You know that is a velacara man. Do you do this to our own kind, let a foreigner raise the alarm? That’s the real question here, isn’t it? The abuse is secondary. Whether it’s Hindi kidnappers or a velacara man, you will not blame yourselves for your own stolenings. You need the world to change. Alright Pondicherry, let this boy and this man be together, who for years been under your wings? They belong there. You’ve seen them so much on your streets, in your shops and in your downtown, and look at them there on the beach. They’ve been in your heart Pondicherry ever so long. Just ask the guidebook, all your surveillance cameras. They’re nice together, aren’t they? For years.
This is cross country skiing, and you go to Pondicherry. An ape has his hand, his mother on the phone. Can we tell you the guidebook? Bilbo Baggins, I just wanna see ‘im. (vision of him sleeping) I’ll walk to the landing. Where were you again Patricia, Ovid? The boy has not stayed with you in his first awakening. He will come back to you soon. I gave him a story, but not in his department. I met him online. Hobbits are peace lovin’ folks you know [line heard sung] I have the quarter to knock this out in him, his return to brainwash, and that’s America. There’s a picture. Now come on, what have we here? That’s a beautiful rose. We’re goin’ in a cop shop, and that’s gonna interrupt everybody. It arms to daddy’s house.
I’m pretty sure your mother’s lying to you about the presentation of that video. Watch the video. She’ll let me do it at the capitol, where we met yesterday. What pad you had no idea. Ah, that close to my home in Kuruchikuppam. Three more packages. That will change everything: you see each other again, and the video starts making updates. You see that boy again. You’re standin’ tall. You’re standin’ fast.
This I put on my Facebook timeline and tagged everyone in his neighborhood that I am friends with, and I also sent it as a WhatsApp message to everyone near him I’m connected to on WhatsApp. There is still little chance he will see it. I am not Tamil, and that makes the decisions around here. His mother tells people they cannot give him message of me, even mention my name to him, and people comply. They are not educated or cultured, are urban village, are the same crowd that watched his mother pour hot wax on him to punish him when he was a toddler. No one corrected her. I saw her light a match, blow it out and burn him with it when he was three. I really got onto to her for that, and speaking to Nithish about it some months back, he told him that wasn’t the half of it, and he told me of the hot wax and how the people on his street just watched his mother do things like that to him and say nothing. So it’s no surprise they say nothing now. It’s just tragic.
For those who have only seen this one post, two months ago tomorrow my little boy, Nithish, 12, was taken from my home by his mother because she had made a sex video of her younger son masturbating, and I did not want Nithish exposed to that. He was there when the video was made, and I wanted to make sure that stopped as far as he was concerned. So I took my advocate to talk to her about the schedule of parenting. At that moment, I had him on the week days, and they the weekends. His mother had informed me some days before that they wanted to change it to he would be with me one day a week. I only mentioned the video in the discussion of our differences in parenting, did not say anything about it at all because she immediately began screaming to get out of her house, out of her family, and that she would take Nithish, which she did about an hour later.
She has not allowed visits, phone calls, or, like I said, anyone to talk to the boy about me. She keeps repeating that she will not allow me to spend one second with Nithish, and here in India, she has that power. Parental rights override the welfare of the child. He has been able to call me in secret to tell me about the abuse he’s received since he was taken and to ask me for help to get him out of there. I have really tried, and today I was finally at court, but only in the parking lot talking to senior advocate who may help. I am a nigger here, and please do not get offended at that word because, although I am not enslaved or beaten, it does describe the level of discrimination I face here in trying to to just talk to my boy. Can you possibly imagine how it feels to not even be able to talk to your child in a photograph, and I was there the night he was born, began parenting him when he was three, have been the main parent since he was seven. The pain of this several previous poems attempt to give some picture of. Imagine how the boy feels. That hurts the most.
photo by Donny, gimped by him, middle painting “Plato’s Cave” by Lalita Hamill, others source unknown
A poem by Donny Lee Duke
Read the stories around the area.
Read Mcdowell Christian’s story where he says he’s gay.
He’s been made a knight of honor
by the press.
Even Anglican bishops compromise over him.
No way
you’re gonna laugh his book to death.
You’ll make him the star of the show.
Oh my God his struggle brings you to tears—
the narrow-minded people along his way.
Woke agenda,
this is the story today
in our Liverpool.
Good God almighty great balls of fire, [heard sung]
everybody’s mean, you know it?
I think you’re too woke to see this:
how you have to have some disadvantaged marginalized people to kick around.
It’s not sufferin’ you’re lookin’ at.
You’re lookin’ at what’s easy to look at.
You won’t even look at the pedophile
except to hate his name in public.
It’s socially acceptable to kick him around,
enjoy watching him killed.
Can you say the word spaz?
How sensitive to people’s pain you think you’ve become,
those of you writing words out of our lexicon.
Wait a second,
will you throw me a line?
I’m writing the poetry of the world and nobody reads me,
and I am more outcast than Noah.
I sit in my house and write these poems to the world,
and all you read is the scarlet letter P,
and my poems do not get passed around.
I’m just a dirty creature with fangs.
Come out, come out, wherever you are
the woke person truly there.
Feel my pain.
My whole family’s disowned me,
those blood ties you celebrate so much.
It’s not a real joint.
I’m not even allowed to be alive
if you study the fine print in the news.
Now let’s talk about miracles.
I’m not a monster you know.
I’m so bright and shiny it’s not even funny,
and here I am talking to you.
Where is the thought police?
Why hasn’t cancel culture canceled me?
Years I’ve been on the road
a social media page.
Come on let’s get real.
I show you what woke really means, don’t I?
And I’m not talkin’ about racial politics,
sexual identities,
and all that jazz.
Do you see reality or the agenda you wear?
Do you even remember your dreams?
I’m a laughing stock.
I’ve seen reality outside of the cave,
and I know more than shadows
along the wall.
I’ll tell yah about a story
about yourself.
Football yourself,
Mr. Davis,
all in love with divinity. [heard sung]
Television ran out.
A hillbilly question:
is God really the nature of the universe?
Taste the Sugar.
You want it now.
You are the Sugar you see.
Mode of vehicle does not determine birth.
Identity politics,
where is this vision free?
What’s your contribution?
Is it for the whole race?
You have marginalized me to the nth degree,
and I sing your song.
I am all about your meaning.
I have a question.
What do they call
a bit more
than the alphabet among us?
Poetry it’s been explained to you changes the world
or at least has impact.
When they’re not supposed to be there,
we’ve become so blind,
poems come to open our inner sense,
and now you’re reading mine.
Will you allow me in my meditative friend?
(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.
Harm's End 