Real life forum for the discussion of school peace,
a brick,
that brick has something to do with you.
We don’t wanna do it,
continue,
and we face certain destruction.
Death is ever on our knee,
and the world fail is in the picture now.
A sudden storm could kill us.
We are never safe,
and we just explode all the time,
come to hope and then crash,
come to bay and then sink.
If you are left out of this loop,
eventually your cross will come.
We are not safe from crisis,
and we are manipulated to star’s end
over the avoidance of such.
Some have good fingers,
some no.
Just look out
for what’s right.
You have it all the time,
in some speaker in your room.
The avoidance of death is not possible,
but we can make peace with our time that comes.
We can ground ourselves in reality,
and we can even see what’s ahead,
and if there’s disaster ahead,
well this is the crux of the matter ain’t it?
We don’t want the suffering to kill us.
We have to find a solution,
or chaos reigns.
And what of prolonged disaster?
I have been rejected by society
like men on death row,
and there is no way to climb out of this hole.
It’s pleasant enough.
I live in a bright home,
and no one will see me there.
I’m not value to anyone
except whom I can count on one hand.
This is deliberate and mean.
It’s not the normal social isolation.
So shoot me for it and let’s move on.
I’ve measured humanity in my bare hands.
I have been to the top and the bottom of this old world.
I commune with spirits
and the impossible.
I have seen things you don’t want to see,
and I’m not talkin’ murder and mayhem.
I’m talking about the fresh expression of the universe
ploughin’ us down to make its see,
how the Gods sit in their homes
and use us as dice in their gambles on the world,
and we get crushed,
and how God watches too big to help.
We are at a certain level of universe
that pay the price.
We sit on Heaven’s back
the sustenance it needs to survive.
I have found a way out of this.
I have found the truth of who we are,
and it’s a slow movement’s crawl
to the goal,
when this is time on earth.
I’m not filling you with hope I’m filling you with seeing.
We are bigger than all that.
We are outfielders from another universe
that encompasses this one.
We abide there now
on our tops.
I’m speaking from there
in the knowledge I give.
It’s clear and certain knowledge,
and it will open up the whole world to you
one step at a time.
It will mitigate disaster,
break in on it and help you rise above it.
It will sit with you at night
and hold your hand.
We are a dream weaver’s store
lost in our dream,
and it’s a collective dream
that we share together,
and we will wake up together
when the time comes.
That’s the certainty of dream.
Now can I honest myself here?
I’m a pauper when it comes to Earth’s stuff,
but I’m rich in meaning’s worth.
I’m a brink in the wall that is us,
but you can take me out and see time,
remove me and see beyond the universe.
I crumble in my own hands,
and even in my tears,
if I cannot feel the joy on my tops,
I know it’s there.
I have given formulas for world change,
and they go by unnoticed.
I have laid practicality at philosophy’s door,
given psychology wings,
and taken the big questions
and answered them right in front of your nose,
and the mind meets understanding,
and I’m just this existence worth
that has no place among you.
You think so?
I’m gonna dictate
mission impossible.
With all due respects,
can we land society here,
I’m conducting a sense of sacrifice where I meet the world?
I’m writing this with a déjà vu.
Even if you have not had your lives torn asunder,
do not find yourself in hell on earth,
or smell that awful stench near,
can you make ends meet,
support yourself and your family
and not have to struggle all the time?
I’m talking to the great majority of mankind.
Oh my God,
poor people gonna rise up,
get their share. [sing this and above line, tune “Talkin’ Bout a Revolution”]
Can I sing to you another song?
It’s the only way to be human on this planet,
whatever your religion or creed
or nationality.
We temper our hearts with a sense of sacrifice.
I’m talkin’ to the captains of business
and all who make a profit sting.
You can tax the rich all day,
and you haven’t met them in their homes,
where they need to see their lives
are propped up on so much suffering.
Cynical people don’t need me I know,
and people that run over other people
to make them pay
are not interested in changin’,
but do we have to back them up in society
and pretend it’s not happening,
the great rape of mankind?
Yep there is.
It’s everywhere apparent,
and politicians take off our shoes
and show us other stuff.
Can any responsible journalist hear me,
concerned teacher in school,
professor?
Preacher from your pulpit look at this,
temple master.
Can we talk about sacrifice in business as a way to heal humanity, /
discuss this every day where politicians get our vote,
where the rich see TV
and governments listen?
Why is world fail?
No matter who you blame it on it always comes down to this:
somebody’s getting rich at the expense of others,
at the expense of the environment,
at the expense of us.
It’s not a hole in one each time,
and there are other factors,
but tell me this one has no bearing on today’s world.
Tell me it’s a trivial matter.
Why aren’t we talking about it
where we rise up
and make social change?
I’ve put this in your hands
right alongside the transcendent,
how we get by in this place.
I’ve put it right alongside social justice,
without mentioning punishment or the price of beer,
I mean sex roles and how you spend them.
I’m givin’ yah things to talk about
in a voice that matters.
I’m showin’ you what’s up.
Thank God I’m lost on social media.
Just think if word got out.
Mainstream do you hear me?
I’m lettin’ the cows out.
I’m lettin’ the rich hear me.
I’m taking social justice by the wings.
What is the formula for world change?
C-o-m-e t-o t-h-e t-y-p-e r-o-o-m.
Your typewriter
to write it.
Eternity is a crossing reference
for the that’s how the book of love. [sing line from the word that’s]
So much more beyond our horizons.
I’ve been up there you know,
on our tops,
and I’ve failed you.
I just kept goin’
in an old movie
and racked up my isolation today,
again and again.
Bless you I’m sorry.
Sacrifice is the only way to meet these things:
you have to have it,
and it hurts other people.
Nothin’ you could do but give that up:
boy I hurt you.
This lasts a long time,
where you find others lookin’ at yah funny
and suspicious of your every move.
You will not be rewarded for sacrifice.
Get that through your thick head
if you’re making a profit on people’s pain.
Turn philanthropist I’m sorry,
and you’re givin’ till it hurts
because you love them so,
well that’s tough idn’t it,
no one believes you.
You’re still around money.
But you’ve come a long ways,
and you’re not doin’ this for the praise of the crowd.
That’s hypocrisy.
You sacrifice your Wall Street for love.
I can’t tell you how to do that,
fall in love with everybody,
and with some people it will never work,
but you at least learn to identify with them.
It does start with empathy,
and then it goes through spiritual change.
You see the oneness
danglin’ everywhere,
and you want to make it right with all there is.
I guess that’s the stoppin’ point
for this poem:
let’s begin that shall we?
Tag: social change
I Love It the TV Show Adolescence
With over the top crime
get a modern classic.
Are you a surgeon?
Oh my God,
you’re a baseball bat.
The look behind the ship
is very primitive.
There’s mom and pop and the show
and the school bag.
There’s the policeman with his gun,
the psychologist with her table.
Society is not challenged
in its moving parts.
We are blamed on social media.
A kid kills then what?
The repercussions of society.
We do not see where his crime came from,
like there’s a killer in everyone
waiting for social media.
Children will take a knife and stab someone,
and they are perfectly normal.
Where did his rage come from?
He wasn’t beaten at home.
Adolescence doesn’t show this.
It can’t.
They were construing society
to make it say something it doesn’t.
Crimes do come out of the woodwork,
but with the attention to detail on this one,
this was aimed at social impact.
Perfect television The Guardian says,
and they convened with Parliament.
They wanted to get a point across they said.
I don’t know was that toxic masculinity?
It makes kids kill.
They really hate Andrew Tate,
but do kids act like that,
divorce from themselves and murder someone
if they aren’t already predisposed?
Can we see the answer here?
I don’t think we can see nothin’ but what the producers want us to see /
and want society alarmed.
It’s propaganda
beautifully done.
You can’t argue with it,
but I can do more than that.
Let’s put a kid’s genitals on the screen.
What happens in adolescence?
The biggest thing in their lives,
gargantuan wears.
Their genitals have needs
society doesn’t recognize.
That thing growin’ between their legs,
openin’,
pulsating,
it won’t leave them alone.
They have to do something with it,
but they’re not allowed.
They get tripped up with masturbation
because it’s an ashamed text.
Some parents guard against that,
some societies.
Never is it okay
on the news.
Now let’s turn the volume up,
and they have to.
Can you admit a sexual need?
Why is it normal for a 13-year-old boy
to just stay away from vulvas
and the tits of some girl he likes?
Why is normal for her to refuse him?
Okay we don’t want unwanted babies
and disease,
but what is your beef with them touching each other?
They’re budding all over the place,
and that’s only arming them
for the institution of marriage years from now?
What they can’t they touch each other?
Is it all a fear of sex
brinin’ babies along?
Have you met a one yet
that did not come from intercourse
in the intimacy of two people?
Yes marijuana leads to heroin I know,
but children fumblin’ with each other,
children not older teens,
are just not that competent, you know?
And maybe we could mitigate that
with better education,
and all through growin’ up
their genitals were not squashed.
We have to keep adults off them,
but other children no.
It leads to a safe society,
letting little Johnny express his gun,
little Suzie what she’s got.
Do you know where sexual disease comes from?
Squash a kid’s genitals and see.
So many social ills come from there.
Adolescence can you see that,
or are you just too ripe blind?
Can we get to the human drama of the thing,
the confusion of a child
all alone
growing up.
No matter how many people around them,
the scuttlebutt of their mates,
they outgrow their skins, you know?
And they’re punished for it.
We have no outlet for them.
We make them toe the line,
stuff them in school,
sports and whatnot,
and regulate all their time.
They’re gettin’ hair down there
and unspeakable urges,
but there’s still monsters under the bed,
and they can still rock with a teddy bear.
They wanna be held at night
if they’d admit it,
and in everything they look at they just want to be loved.
Do you feel that?
What do we do to make it right?
There’s so much we’re not doin’
I can’t turn on the light for you.
There’s a space a garden I said,
and we’re worms in it tillin’ the soil.
We haven’t opened our books yet
and reviewed the hidden skies
or walked across our dreams at night.
We can’t see consciousness in our book
and we share it all,
and how we all sit together in time
hidden identities of one another.
You look at the outer book
and fail
with the tribe of children.
You don’t know how to meet them
in the bigness of their thoughts.
You give them grocery lists
and jobs to do,
and you entertain them awhile,
but can you reach them where their soul touches earth?
Can you take their hand
and lead them past rainbows and hidden splendors
to discover their purpose in time?
You don’t know what I’m talking about,
and I’ve breached it again,
your idea of society,
but you will take a child and throw them in jail,
whatever you call the detention center,
and rub their nose in their crime,
and you call that good society,
and the protection of children leads here?
Get tough on them they're kids
who’ve committed crimes.
It’s the only way you deal with crime
since the beginning,
takin’ an eye for an eye
or a tooth for a tooth
or as close as you can get
with make them suffer in prison.
Can we get outta here?
It doesn’t
the ramrod Adolescence.
Some weird stuff
I’ve blighted you with,
I’ve put on your phone,
and you will just ignore me
again.
I’m talking to the public.
I don’t get the reach of Adolescence.
It’s spurred you on
to make social change
where kids watch social media.
Meanwhile your hand is down their pants
terriblin’ their teenager,
and I’ve used an analogy don’t get mad.
You are not right with them,
and you know it.
All you give to them is the machine,
the dissatisfied lives you wear,
the boredom
that rich people wear.
I’m goin’ through the roof.
Want to join me?
A TV show called Adolescence,
a molten band,
you’ve all been fooled.
It doesn’t solve anything.
It only makes you cry.
It doesn’t even identify society
as what’s wrong with us.
What social media show us,
all our fault lines.
Get rid of the looking glass yes,
and go back to newspapers and television sets,
so’s they’re not so visible to us.
A kid will consider it.
If you’re not too busy with your life,
if you hold their hand there,
no Nazis present
or policemen,
you can wrap their hand around social media
where we make a better world,
even watchin’ Andrew Tate videos
or the mean Vegan Teacher.
You let them chose the material,
and then you engage them there.
Am I spittin’ out fluff?
I’m giving you the history with my kid,
until the TV show
went off the air,
the tragedy
that showed me adolescence’s fall.
Tomorrow in the Hall
That’s why what I can get on the television is behind your imagination,/
you’re too fat.
What’s that?
It’s a soft glow.
You’re wrapped around the axle of society
eating everything you can get your hands on,
entertainment spook outs,
song after song after song,
the news minute,
and bubbles and bubbles of internet stuff,
and books that make you mean.
You can’t get away from society
in your newspaper.
What’s that supposed to mean?
You suck society’s dick
a porn hub.
I’ve just offended half the nation.
The other half’s asleep.
Why can’t I suck dick on television?
I’m using figures of speech
to show our involvement with society.
I just got censored out of society,
but can I employ you in your mule,
weave together a story
using pockets of molten lava?
I’m tryin’ to get yah riled up.
I want to show you you’re pasted by society.
Would Sri Aurobindo say that?
I think he would allow inspiration to come
and not worry about sensibilities.
He would not future poetry
to make it stand a language model
that forgets our garbage stuff.
He would future poetry.
I want you offended.
I want to show you what you’re made of.
That’s not squeaky clean.
It’s all over the place.
If I took you into the Silence,
you would want to come back.
You do not know the spiritual consciousness.
You think it’s a morality speaker,
a set of rules you follow to get there.
A whole other world
arrives when spirituality arrives.
I don’t think you saw that yet.
You’re a radical revolutionary
if you’ve taken off ego a moment.
I have never been there permanently,
so I can’t say there.
Did you think Sri Aurobindo was like your local priest?
I want you to examine yourself
in the light of society.
It’s mean it sucks,
and it will throw you to the wolves
if you just can’t make it fit right,
your will with what society says no.
Say you molest children—
I’m going to marry a millionaire.
Oh my God you’ve processed God,
and you no longer molest children.
You can love a child now like it’s God lookin’ at yah,
and you love that child.
The formula’s in the Bhagavad Gita;
you just don’t hear it,
or you think it can’t be done.
Fuck a child,
and society will never let you in again.
I’m boilin’ your paper right now.
I wanna show you how small you are
when it comes to the big stuff.
You just morally react.
You don’t know how to do it,
heal a person from society’s ways.
It’s society that fucks children;
I guarantee it.
What’s the softball today?
We learn to love each other,
even those you hate.
If I can’t accomplish love,
I can at least accomplish understanding.
That mother beats my child,
and she’s raped him from me.
I could take a stick and beat her myself,
but that would just make her meaner.
I understand her jealousy
and her lack of control.
I just sit with it.
I’m rescuin’ my boy.
You hear it done
special in our media.
I’m gonna see him safe,
and I’m gonna bring him back to papa.
That’s my name on his lips.
He calls me daddy.
We have a room for him
in a whole new place.
This is spiritual journey,
in the air of spiritual journey,
where that boy’s no longer in Pondicherry,
so that boy’s ocean will work.
Grab you guys
in a manner of minutes,
and anyway,
I’m makin’ sure the roads are prepared for him.
I was gonna give this poem to who would’ve thought it,
but for now let it sit on this Facebook page.
Those of us who would change society
have to live under its auspices.
Society would rather kill than change.
It’s acquired a life of its own
apart from the individual.
It’s got great steed on it,
but we’ve reached the end of its present rope with us.
The world will be destroyed before society changes;
I mean it’s bragged about that,
if you can hear the writing on the wall.
How do I know all this?
I’ve been from one end of society to the other,
from the mountain to the monster,
and I’ve grown bigger than society
makin’ that monster
climb to the mountaintop
and seein’ God from there.
The monster changes his panties
and grabs society by the horns
so that society can see itself
for the monster that it is.
I’m no more monster.
Can you ride with me?
I have some beef to show you.
Holy cow,
let somebody eat beef,
if they’re just tired of the same old fare,
what doesn’t take you rocket launch,
what keeps you in the bounds of society,
what goes no deeper than a three dimensional world
bound to love its aunties
and the open vigilante.
Am I chargin’ wool?
Hey man, are you mediocracy?
I sucked the wrong dick.
You are basically a big person.
A big person,
you are God unawares;
you are the look of the Lord
when He forgets Himself.
Let’s all dance to this tune:
hey God, wake up.
See yah on Sunday,
on Saturday,
in your religious house of worship.
It just kills the kids doesn’t it?
They know there’s more to God than that.
They know there’s Everlasting,
but you’ll just slap them around
if you find out
this thing has to do with naked and
not with their school books.
I’ve been the danger a kid faces at midnight,
and my God watch it grow,
their Shazam.
They know there’s more than little TV,
and I’m not talkin’ about the sex stuff.
They know they can get beyond this movie,
that God is bigger than Her lists,
and don’t just stand there;
do somethin’.
It’s put up here hangover
on that third eye.
You’re just gonna have to get your shit together.
I’m compound joy.
There is actually a petting session over here.
Nithish called.
Everything’s fine.
I will see my little boy soon.
We’re all at a movie.
It’s packed.
Saw the hall were you there?
Every divine minute
the time it took to free me.
No,
you were there willingly and cooperatively,
and you woke up with a bang;
it hurt too much,
just like the Buddha said.
We just don’t put illusion on everything,
because God’s there
the hunt.
Wanna see?
See past your nose
blockade.
Make you feel the situation,
make you feel the heartbeat,
make you get out of yourself,
river find out
the apocalypse,
if you don’t hum the right tune.
That’s in our field today.
See that little boy?
He’s weathered the storm.
I’m not just gonna leave ‘im there.
I’m gonna bring ‘im home.
I’m gonna open up
where God dwells.
Wanna see me do it?
I know how.
Alright people, listen up.
The Earth song,
do you just cram society?
These are open bars.
Come on Grace,
let’s go pee pee.
We can’t send her out alone.
That little Beagle’s still a puppy.
I gave ‘er
more than the rat race.
Come on let’s go
to your human, darling,
and I took myself to divinity.
You comin’?
Society rose,
what’s the historia?
It’s wide open,
every means to God to get there,
even through the snake.
You just stop biting people,
even through the murderer and rapist.
Now that I can put this in literal terms,
so can your doctor.
I be doc.
Listen up,
let’s start from the beginning.
Dicks out.
No, you don’t go out.
The boy’s offended by the balls.
That boy’s offended by the power
of some certain dirty thing
even mentioned in a poem.
Take it off the neck.
No, I don’t wanna get yah to do it.
Can’t heal it ‘less you hear it,
and that’s in the meat grinder,
a poem so everybody can get off,
a poem so everybody heals
from this disaster
we propagate as society.
That boy got offended,
that readership.
I won’t say fuck you God no.
I’ll see yah when you’re open again,
after death,
or this poem will.
It’s got strings on it
that pull you along
where this poet meets the world.
There’s a response.
There’s a regular response.
Can you feel it?
It’s on the way home.
You’re bigger than mountains,
and you don’t have to be bothered by anyone
or what they say.
This is a test of your truth speaker.
Can you get past this test?
All we are saying is give peace a chance.
[above line heard sung by Plastic Ono Band]
Truth can be known that doesn’t betray yah.
Get back in there
tenderfoot.
I think my muse is talking to me.
Goddamn,
there’s just no end to the beginning.
This poem was written for the Facebook page Teachings of Mother and Sri Aurobindo – Discussion forum, but I’ve tried to post it twice, and each time it’s been deleted automatically upon posting, and so I submitted it to a member of that group called Renaissance, an arm of the Sri Aurobindo Society that is doing a feature on the purpose of art. In their series, there’s an essay by Nolini Kanta Gupta, arguably Sri Aurobino’s main disciple. Ignore the introduction by the Renaissance team and just skip to the essay: “The Obscene and the Ugly – Form and Essence“. It will add flavor and standing to my poem in the light of the the Integral Yoga.
This is the Character of Man
ஆங்கில பதிப்புக்கு கீழே தமிழ் மொழிபெயர்ப்பு.
I am not just an idealist. I have practical means in my hands. The conversation we need to be having as a humanity is not about climate change, or stopping war, or whatever pressing issue confronts us. It’s how we raise our children. We go to the roots of society and change there. It will take a long time to get a world conversation going on this pressing need, but we can start right here in Pondicherry and maybe Auroville too.
I would like to start a group with you to facilitate that very thing. We would need to have some sort of charter to present to the conversation, and then we push that conversation onto the news media and Pondicherry social and charitable organizations, and we would push with much force, using examples of abuse such as what Nithish is undergoing. There are five main points we press.
The number one thing we give any child is that they learn to love God and seek God in whatever form or name their soul chooses, and that becomes apparent as the child gets older. It might be the God or Gods the parents follow, but, as in the case of Nithish, it might be a different definition of God. (I might add here that is not the Mother but Supermind.)
Number two, the child is taught that they have a soul and that it has a purpose for their life, and it’s the job of the child and the parents to find that purpose as the child grows up.
If the parents are atheist, then they give their child the love of the highest ideals in humanity, compassion, empathy, self-giving, self-sacrifice, respect for the individual, self-respect, and sincerity to name a few. And the atheist parents are open to that child also loving God if that happens, and they endeavor to discover the child’s natural talents and abilities and help the child to express those in their schooling and in their choice of vocation.
Three, we define child abuse not only to mean physically or sexually abusing them, or abusing children emotionally, but also to include controlling your child beyond their needs to be controlled. It would also include not allowing them to see someone significantly important to the child whom the child loves dearly, grandparents, trusted adult, whomever. It would include what Nithish’s parents are doing to him, brainwashing and psychologically manipulating him to love them and not his American parent. He is a good example of the spectrum of abuse, and I would like to make his example known in Pondicherry.
Physical abuse will be defined as giving any physical pain to your child so to punish them or be mean to them. Sexual abuse will be defined as touching your child’s genitals in any context other than washing them or healing them. I have seen in the urban village of Kuruchikuppam mothers, grandmothers, fathers, grandfathers, aunties, uncles, and just people nearby play with the penis of boys under five, as a regular practice. Although it’s not now known in science, the boys grow up and disrespect women, and, if the playing with it is more intense, that boy will grow up gay or to be a pedophile.
Four, school will be more focused on teaching children to be good human beings rather than on academics, but academics will still be important. Nothing will by forced on them to learn, and their own will will be respected, and they will be taught to use their will beginning when they are very small, so they can control themselves, and their will is not broken by their parents or teachers.
And five, what characterizes our group from any other group working for change in the world is that we are holistic in our methods and do not condemn the abuser and do not deny them their humanity and their own healing. We harmonize the abuser into the process of healing, as a passenger, do not call for their punishment, do not use anger and hatred to deal with them, although allowing the abused child to be angry at them is part of the healing process of that child. We, the people facilitating the healing of child abuse, use reason and compassion, but in cases where a child needs protected and fast, we would use the police if need be. When the abuser and the child are ready, we will allow contact between them so that healing can occur. This is holistic healing, soul healing, how we heal in the afterlife, although this is still unknown. The Nithish Foundation will show the reality of this healing method to the world.
I call the group Nithish Foundation because he is the occasion for it. In America, when a new child abuse law is passed, it’s named after the child that caused the law to be made.
இதுதான் மனிதனின் அரசியலமைப்பு
நான் ஒரு இலட்சியவாதி மட்டுமல்ல. என் கையில் நடைமுறை நடவடிக்கைகள் உள்ளன. மனிதநேயமாக நாம் செய்ய வேண்டிய உரையாடல் பருவநிலை மாற்றம், அல்லது போரை நிறுத்துதல், அல்லது நம்மை எதிர்கொள்ளும் எந்த ஒரு அழுத்தமான பிரச்சினை பற்றியும் அல்ல.
குழந்தைகளை எப்படி வளர்க்கிறோம் என்பதைப் பற்றி பேச வேண்டும். நாம் சமூகத்தின் வேர்களுக்குச் சென்று அங்கு மாறுகிறோம். இந்த அழுத்தமான தேவையைப் பற்றி உலக உரையாடலைப் பெறுவதற்கு நீண்ட நேரம் எடுக்கும், ஆனால் நாம் இங்கேயே பாண்டிச்சேரியில் தொடங்கலாம், ஒருவேளை ஆரோவில்லிலும் கூட இருக்கலாம்.
இதைச் செய்ய உங்களுடன் ஒரு குழுவைத் தொடங்க விரும்புகிறேன். உரையாடலுக்கு முன்வைக்க எங்களிடம் ஒருவித சாசனம் இருக்க வேண்டும், பின்னர் அந்த உரையாடலை செய்தி ஊடகங்கள் மற்றும் பாண்டிச்சேரி சமூக மற்றும் தொண்டு நிறுவனங்களுக்குத் தள்ளுவோம், மேலும் இதை நாங்கள் மிகவும் வலுவாகத் தள்ளுவோம். நித்திஷ் என்ன கஷ்டப்படுகிறார் என்பது போன்ற துஷ்பிரயோகங்களின் உதாரணங்களைப் பயன்படுத்துகிறோம். நாம் அழுத்தும் ஐந்து முக்கிய புள்ளிகள் உள்ளன.
எந்தவொரு குழந்தைக்கும் நாம் கொடுக்கும் முதன்மையான விஷயம் என்னவென்றால், அவர்கள் கடவுளை நேசிக்க கற்றுக்கொள்கிறார்கள் மற்றும் அவர்களின் ஆன்மா தேர்ந்தெடுக்கும் எந்த வடிவத்தில் அல்லது பெயரில் கடவுளைத் தேடுகிறார்கள், அது குழந்தை வயதாகும்போது தெளிவாகிறது. அது கடவுளாக இருக்கலாம் அல்லது பெற்றோர் பின்பற்றும் கடவுள்களாக இருக்கலாம், ஆனால், நித்திஷைப் போலவே, இது கடவுளின் வேறுவிதமான வரையறையாக இருக்கலாம். (அதை நான் இங்கே சேர்க்கலாம், அது தாய் அல்ல, சூப்பர் மைண்ட்.).
எண் இரண்டு, குழந்தைக்கு ஒரு ஆத்மா இருப்பதாகவும், அது அவர்களின் வாழ்க்கைக்கு ஒரு நோக்கம் இருப்பதாகவும் கற்பிக்கப்படுகிறது, மேலும் குழந்தை வளரும்போது அந்த நோக்கத்தைக் கண்டுபிடிப்பது குழந்தை மற்றும் பெற்றோரின் வேலை.
பெற்றோர்கள் நாத்திகர்கள் என்றால், அவர்கள் தங்கள் குழந்தைக்கு மனிதநேயம், இரக்கம், பச்சாதாபம், சுயநலம், தியாகம், தனிமனித மரியாதை, சுயமரியாதை, மற்றும் சிலவற்றைப் பெயரிடும் நேர்மை ஆகியவற்றில் உயர்ந்த இலட்சியங்களின் அன்பை வளர்க்கிறார்கள். நாத்திக பெற்றோர்கள் அந்தக் குழந்தைக்கும் கடவுளை நேசிப்பதற்காகத் திறந்திருக்கிறார்கள், மேலும் அவர்கள் குழந்தையின் இயல்பான திறமைகள் மற்றும் திறன்களைக் கண்டறிய முயற்சி செய்கிறார்கள், மேலும் அவர்கள் தங்கள் பள்ளிப் படிப்பிலும், அவர்கள் தேர்ந்தெடுக்கும் தொழிலிலும் குழந்தைகளை வெளிப்படுத்த உதவுகிறார்கள்.
மூன்று, சிறார் துஷ்பிரயோகம் என்பது அவர்களை உடல் ரீதியாகவோ அல்லது பாலியல் ரீதியாகவோ துஷ்பிரயோகம் செய்வது அல்லது குழந்தைகளை உணர்ச்சி ரீதியில் துஷ்பிரயோகம் செய்வது மட்டுமல்லாமல், உங்கள் பிள்ளையை கட்டுப்படுத்த வேண்டிய தேவைகளுக்கு அப்பால் கட்டுப்படுத்துவதையும் நாங்கள் வரையறுக்கிறோம். குழந்தை அன்பாக நேசிக்கும் குழந்தை, தாத்தா பாட்டி, நம்பகமான பெரியவர், யாராக இருந்தாலும் அவர்களுக்கு குறிப்பிடத்தக்க முக்கியமான ஒருவரைப் பார்க்க அனுமதிக்காததும் இதில் அடங்கும். இதில் அடங்கும் நித்திஷின் பெற்றோர்கள் அவருக்கு என்ன செய்கிறார்கள், மூளைச் சலவை செய்து, உளவியல் ரீதியாக அவரைக் கையாள்வது, அவர்களை நேசிப்பதற்காக, அவருடைய அமெரிக்க அப்பாவை அல்ல. துஷ்பிரயோகத்தின் ஸ்பெக்ட்ரம் என்பதற்கு அவர் ஒரு தெளிவான உதாரணம். அவரது உதாரணத்தை பாண்டிச்சேரியில் தெரியப்படுத்த விரும்புகிறேன்.
உடல் ரீதியான துஷ்பிரயோகம் என்பது உங்கள் பிள்ளைக்கு ஏதேனும் உடல் வலியைக் கொடுப்பது என வரையறுக்கப்படும், அதனால் அவர்களைத் தண்டிப்பதற்காக அல்லது அவர்களுடன் இழிவாக நடந்து கொள்ள வேண்டும். பாலியல் துஷ்பிரயோகம் என்பது உங்கள் குழந்தையின் பிறப்புறுப்பைக் குளிப்பாட்டுவது அல்லது மருந்து கொடுப்பது போன்றவற்றைத் தவிர வேறு எந்த வகையிலும் தொடுவதாக வரையறுக்கப்படும். குருச்சிக்குப்பம் நகர்ப்புற கிராமத்தில் அம்மாக்கள், பாட்டி, அப்பா, தாத்தா, அத்தைகள், மாமாக்கள் மற்றும் அருகில் உள்ளவர்கள் ஐந்து வயதுக்குட்பட்ட ஆண் குழந்தைகளின் ஆணுறுப்பை வைத்து விளையாடுவதை வழக்கமான நடைமுறையாகப் பார்த்திருக்கிறேன். இது இன்னும் அறிவியலால் அறியப்படவில்லை என்றாலும், நீங்கள் சிறுவர்களுக்கு அவ்வாறு செய்தால் அவர்கள் வளர்ந்து பெண்களை அவமரியாதை செய்கிறார்கள், மேலும் விளையாடுவது மிகவும் தீவிரமானதாக இருந்தால், அந்த பையன் ஓரினச்சேர்க்கையாளராக அல்லது குழந்தை துஷ்பிரயோகம் செய்பவராக வளர்வார்.
மேலும் நான்கு, கல்வியாளர்களை விட நல்ல மனிதர்களாக இருக்க குழந்தைகளுக்கு கற்பிப்பதில் பள்ளி அதிக கவனம் செலுத்தும், ஆனால் கல்வியாளர்கள் இன்னும் முக்கியமானதாக இருக்கும். அவர்கள் கற்றுக்கொள்வதற்காக எதுவும் கட்டாயப்படுத்தப்படாது, மேலும் அவர்களின் சொந்த விருப்பம் மதிக்கப்படும், மேலும் அவர்கள் மிகவும் சிறியவர்களாக இருக்கும்போது அவர்களின் விருப்பத்தைப் பயன்படுத்த கற்றுக்கொடுக்கப்படுவார்கள், எனவே அவர்கள் தங்களைக் கட்டுப்படுத்திக் கொள்ள முடியும். அவர்களின் பெற்றோரும் ஆசிரியர்களும் தங்கள் விருப்பத்தை மீறாமல் இருக்க கற்றுக்கொள்வார்கள்.
மற்றும் ஐந்து, உலகில் மாற்றத்திற்காக உழைக்கும் வேறு எந்தக் குழுவிலிருந்தும் எங்கள் குழுவின் சிறப்பியல்பு என்னவென்றால், நாங்கள் எங்கள் முறைகளில் முழுமையானவர்கள் மற்றும் துஷ்பிரயோகம் செய்பவரைக் கண்டிக்காதீர்கள் மற்றும் அவர்களின் மனிதநேயத்தையும் அவர்களின் சொந்த குணப்படுத்துதலையும் மறுக்கவில்லை. துஷ்பிரயோகம் செய்பவரை குணப்படுத்தும் செயல்பாட்டில் நாங்கள் ஒத்திசைக்கிறோம், ஒரு பயணியாக, அவர்களை தண்டிக்க வேண்டாம், கோபத்தையும் வெறுப்பையும் அவர்களுடன் சமாளிக்க வேண்டாம், இருப்பினும் துஷ்பிரயோகம் செய்யப்பட்ட குழந்தையை அவர்கள் மீது கோபப்பட அனுமதிப்பது குணப்படுத்தும் செயல்முறையின் ஒரு பகுதியாகும். துஷ்பிரயோகம் செய்பவரும் குழந்தையும் தயாரானதும், அவர்களுக்கிடையே தொடர்பை அனுமதிப்போம், அதனால் குணமடையும். இது முழுமையான குணப்படுத்துதல், ஆன்மா குணப்படுத்துதல், இயற்கையான சிகிச்சைமுறை, மரணத்திற்குப் பிறகு மரணத்திற்குப் பிறகு நாம் குணப்படுத்தும் முறை, இது இன்னும் அறியப்படவில்லை. நிதிஷ் அறக்கட்டளை இந்த குணப்படுத்தும் யதார்த்தத்தை உலகிற்கு காண்பிக்கும்.
அவர்தான் அதற்கான சந்தர்ப்பம் என்பதால் அந்த குழுவை நிதிஷ் அறக்கட்டளை என்று அழைக்கிறேன். அமெரிக்காவில், ஒரு புதிய குழந்தை துஷ்பிரயோக சட்டம் இயற்றப்படும் போது, அதற்கு சட்டம் இயற்றப்படுவதற்கு காரணமான குழந்தையின் பெயரிடப்பட்டது.
This manifesto is written to the Pondicherry and local area social worker Masil Johnson, to Pondy, Auroville, and the world, by Donny Lee Duke, May 25, 2024, Usteri Lake, Tamil Nadu
Sudden Sandiya
Right there in Kuruchikuppam,
people are gonna be made to see
they’re wrong.
That’s not the way to handle life.
There are better ways of doing it.
You don’t hit children,
and you don’t cover it with fine speech.
You beat the shit out of them
with a wooden board,
just for mention he loves me,
and then you talk about your excellence in him for education?
The sophistication of a mag doll
tears apart your life
and makes you sin.
I am there to remind you.
Oh sophisticated sister,
I will show you to the world
as the braggart you are
and the bane of your children’s lives.
You are not fine gold.
You are a base and raw metal
that crumbles society.
I will take you down
to your underpants,
as symbols see society,
and show the hatred and anger you really live life with.
I will call your name
as the one that so traumatized Nithish,
you almost destroyed his life.
I will pick those pieces up
and tarry him in healing waters,
and take that aching heart of his
and expose it to the sun.
I will heal that boy
from the trauma you gave to him.
You took his own identity
and threw it in the trashcan.
You could not stand his preference for me,
and you ate his life with it,
so jealous of me
you put his life out on the line.
This is the poem of her.
I will get you baby dog,
away, safe from her,
or I will lay down my life trying.
This is a sudden rescue we will do,
as God counts the hours,
and it will be legal and square
with all involved.
Kidnapping will not be justified here,
and you will have rights to your child
as he gives them.
When he feels safe with you again,
then he will visit you.
You know I want custody of that child,
the legal guardian of his life.
This is not take him from you
as you took him from me,
and it was in my house that he lived.
You forbade all outer contact,
even the slightest touch,
no visits, not even for an hour,
no phone calls,
not even a message to each other.
We couldn’t even see each other,
best friends most of his life,
and I am the parent that he prefers,
why you took ‘im,
and for that woman low,
you will know the price of pain,
but I won’t dish it out.
It’ll be in your death’s star.
You are the willow in the wood
that weeps for long and sure,
standing by eternity.
The cruelty of that moment you will feel
as if it were done to you,
and tearing your heart out of your breast,
crying away insanity,
in some death lesson after death,
you will come to know this.
The time that you took
to change your mind,
was measured in pathos of pain,
where one single hour
is insanity’s wait,
crawling through time
like death has your hand.
Do you even know what you did?
Is this your son’s pain or mine?
We put on a happy face
and forget about it
to all but inner eyes.
I am the child of destiny,
and if I show you my pain,
you will bite me with it—
the nature of a child weeps.
Are you game for this?
See it,
feel it,
know what you did.
I will show the world,
and you will see it
in the eternities of your mind.
Here, here, I reveal.
But not now
you change your mind.
You are too proud for that.
You are too cruel for that,
and now you call me names and a good man,
who helped you like a bitch,
a helping hand that always mattered,
that you drew from left and right,
my time,
my money,
and my care and concern.
Don’t you think the Gods look down
on such hateful ingratitude,
and see you as nothing
but that woman over there
who dangers children’s lives,
her own the point of pain.
I will see you there,
in humanity’s heart glow,
when we’ve made our long journey
and brought it to a close.
Disguised as sin and defeat,
disguised as love,
we walked the ways of the Earth.
Now here we are in Heaven’s reach,
but the heaven after the goal,
and we will forgive each other
the disguises we wore
that were necessary on battlefield Earth.
I will see you there Sandiya,
one day.
That’s the nature of Earth.
(Vision of Nithish sitting down on a bed in a room like his family’s room in Kuruchikuppam. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, head down and holding his hands together in front of him, elbows on his knees)
As you get details of
his life in here,
alone in a room.
I’m a little child.
I don’t know the number of school.
Lumber did that,
killing
every sweet thing I had.
I was into long silences,
and I could hear the room breathing.
I thought I would lose my mind.
Talk Nithish.
What do I say to them?
I will beat you you stupid kid.
This was bouncing off walls,
and I could not see the room
that I lost my life in.
I had so much pain in my heart.
My mother kept me from crying.
She was an alligator for my tears.
She was just some other room.
I defied her
for as long as I could.
Then she hit me,
everywhere on my body but my face,
a flat board
rainin’ down blows.
I gave in.
I’m okay with it.
I’m fine with it.
That is not the way it happened.
I will do what you say
I said in my mind.
Then I forgot about you
for a little while.
You were there somehow.
You wouldn’t let me go.
I cried and I cried.
No the tears had all gone.
I was a happy kid
they said.
I continued to support them,
and they rewarded me for it
with so much favorite food.
Then the hill came.
I climbed it to death,
and that’s when I touched your face
in an amazing dream.
You were holding me in a chair
at my old school.
I was telling you about my mother,
how she is.
You told me about your tears.
You had a hold of me
like you’d never let me go.
The comfort at that moment
stayed in my room,
and I carried you there.
I continued to act
like a little brat,
but my road had found you,
and I aloned to that.
This was wonderful news
to my aching heart.
I was wonderful there
in my house by the lake,
and I want to see my puppy again
and get my life back,
but my mother has said
she will not change her decision.
Move me toward the door.
She can’t bury love.
She can just torture me for it
and make me feel bad
I don’t love her like you daddy.
I will see you soon.
He’s saying
I will be there soon,
in your house
your little boy again,
grown bigger by his tears.
Now can we get him outta there,
Sandiya?
I’m holding you responsible for this.
You’ve cut that boy’s mind,
made him suffer so much pain
because you are jealous of him with me,
not because of school,
or the love of Sri Aurobindo,
what you tell people
to sound nice.
I have you in my sights,
and I will not leave you alone.
I will continue to rush you
with the pain you’ve caused us.
You’re the pain
of the old society,
where kids were their parents wishes,
no freedom for them,
and they wore school around their neck
like it was what they were worth,
and their parents could beat them,
touch them,
yell at them and abuse them,
and no one ever heard,
and they grew up and brought a mean world
into view.
We have a planet here,
raising stakes.
I’m gonna get that sweetheart,
and with our poems and with our might,
we’re gonna help bring in the new society
and change life on Earth.
This is not you Sandiya.
It’s not me.
It’s not Nithish.
We are world carriers in form,
the boy and I where change comes in,
you the adamant old rule.
I will see you in hell for this,
and that might be sooner than you think.
A lost guitar,
you’ve think you’ve kept him from me?
You’ve only showed him more.
I will find you,
and I will tell you:
give me that boy,
not for my rule,
not for my pleasure,
for his aching need.
You know what I’m talking about Sandiya.
You see it everyday.
What kind of mother are you?
And you ask who am I?
I am the sustainer of this boy’s life.
I am his protector and I am his love,
and you will step aside
and give him room to grow
as I parent him
towards a clear and certain goal:
he is himself on wide green Earth,
and he’s doing what he loves,
not what he hates,
and he’s doin’ pretty good.
He’s got all of this going for him
that you don’t see,
and you speak like you know this boy,
but you don’t even know me.
I’m comin’ Sandiya,
with the proper people next time,
and I’ve failed and I’ve failed,
but you know I’ll succeed.
Here I come.
On the loud speakers
this is a terrible story,
and it’s showing Indian.
They beat children.
That’s her form:
what a powerful might
that can’t hold itself together
and soon falls down.
Sometimes art general.
This is a heartache
spotlight.
There really is an abused child there,
scared and alone.
Lay down,
come on lady,
come on.
I will see you there Sandiya
in the not too distant future.
Wet means?
Where our Earth meets the Sun.
It’s the supramental,
where that boy is found,
and his emotional statement
will bring in the picture the child,
and that child needs help.
This is infinity’s room,
and we’ll have an upgrade soon,
a golden opportunity.
(Vision as the above line was spoken of Nithish at some wall in a city, and on the wall was a box of squares like a tic-tac-tow box but with many more squares, and Nithish wrote an X and an O in the top let hand corner of the box, the first two figures written on the box, and the sense was this was just the beginning)
Let them be known together.
The Anarchs of Pain
They spill your blood.
They dust you off to kill you more.
They know just when to sooth you
and just when to bite.
They eat you alive,
and then laugh about it
like they care for you,
or you’re just not doin’ right.
They lead you by the hand
to amazing vistas of rose petals,
a dire love,
and then they cut your heart out
in the very place they called you love.
This is diabolical.
This is oh so sweet.
You have some semblance there
of hey hello it’s me;
I am your love, remember?
And those memories kill you
because they’re insanely not there
to make any more with you.
You can’t touch that.
You can only cry,
helpless heaving cries
that startle up your mind
to insanity’s fallout.
This touches you.
This laughs at you.
This enters your neck.
You are not there with them,
that little boy you love,
and he has lost his comfort zone,
I mean really his whole life,
to live in a shed
with grey bones to sleep on
and parents that finally get the chance
to rub his nose in it:
all these years for preferring me.
Do you get the picture?
They torture me with that,
the anarchs of pain,
and his pain rends my breast
and makes me want to kill myself
because I want to shoot myself for his pain.
What do I do?
I just sit here and tell you.
No one will listen.
We’re a racial mix,
and I’m in a foreign land,
and all’s people see is a red flag.
They don’t know what they’re lookin’ at,
and so they hurt us more,
thinking we’ve sinned
together as man and wife.
The boy’s 12.
You stupid people.
That’s not the relationship.
We have love
from the fountain of soul.
I’m afraid this is as close as you can get,
two people,
and we’re suffering for that now.
It’s there we love.
It’s there we hope.
It’s there we stand and face each other.
You don’t mind.
You only see yourself.
He’s forgotten about me.
They try to tell me that.
Oh he’s happy move on.
But then I meet him in dream and vision,
or talk to him on the phone,
a forbidden enterprise
he has to sneak to do,
and I’ve found him again
the lover of my life,
where he was when they didn’t see him.
Kids aren’t all on pain.
They’re not geared for that.
Their mask just allows the public to see
hey I’m alright;
look I play and laugh and sing,
but I’m not there you know;
I’m inside with the pain,
and you know I can’t hide it
always,
nor even very much.
So we’ve unlocked these doors,
the Furies that punish us
for so deep a love.
What type of love is this?
It's deep-seated parental feelings
more than anything else.
Can you get your head around that?
It’s boy love without the sex.
It’s a man’s embrace.
It helped hold the world together
in ancient times.
I’m his tutor.
I’m his love.
I’m his friend,
but most of all I hold his hand.
I’m the one who guides him through life,
and he is a spiritual arrangement.
I do not love him if I abuse him,
and that love starts my day,
where I hold this little boy.
There is no abuse here.
I do not cut his teeth on silver diamonds.
Can a kid handle this?
This has been humanity’s beef all along:
you can’t take children and put ‘em in a box
and make them obey there,
protecting them from the world
by protecting them from themselves.
This is an ancient relationship I tell you,
and it’s not bad, evil, or mean.
It’s as wholesome as the night sky,
as helpful as a forest moon.
You can read us
in volumes of poetry,
and the boy has videos,
and he’ll tell you about himself.
We have something new for the Earth,
and integral healing plan
that meets nature right where the Earth is,
so the soul can express itself.
We’re expressing soul.
Do you hear that?
We don’t know how to arrive.
We weren’t separated by parental concern.
I’ve been his erastes for six years,
a full on parental relationship.
He mostly stayed with me
for these half dozen years,
but I was at his birth.
He came into my life at one and a half,
as this little tyke I helped take care of,
and we have been doing this since he was three:
I was a parent in the room.
Now you can take this
and cut it up.
accuse us of pederasty,
but what you got here is two people in love,
whatever the form,
and it’s right relationship.
I test you to go and see.
We’ve left public record,
starting since when he was three.
Okay crowd,
we let the parents arrange this,
with their hate and their spite and their mean,
because they are jealous of our relationship?
And are at this very moment
forcing themselves on the boy,
and he doesn’t want that.
He wants to be home with me.
I’ve laid it all out on the table,
told you the story.
What do you want,
social change,
where kids meet bigger people,
or do you want the kids to remain the same
and do not change the nature of man,
so we can become better people and save the world?
I’m lookin’ you in the eye.
Engage our social media,
the boy’s and I.
We will change the world.
The boy’s YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@s.nithish1830
The Rose of Society
How do you find machine?
Oh goodness,
far back.
It’s got trailers on it.
A beast slowly rise out of man,
and he gets his fire goin’.
He starts to tremble
with the layout of things.
She puts that in her pocket.
All around there’s roar.
It squeezes yah tightly.
You just die all the time—
someone taken from you again.
This is evil,
however it happens.
You can’t do away with it.
It hurts you so.
You just sit there and bleed
and trust yourself.
Industry is everywhere
in small measure.
You wrap it up,
you’re little vision of yourself
that gets you to protect yourself.
Do you see society bein’ formed?
It lasted a whole lifetime,
your rock the machine.
It was about safety
and hard work
and gettin’ your stupid rituals down to practice.
The group took over.
You couldn’t bake bread.
The individual hadn’t come so far.
You had to make society’s bed.
It didn’t let you sleep.
Where’s drums and spirituality?
In the daily life of man.
The Gods were a strange brood.
You were not real to Them.
You lifted up your voice,
and they put you in the skins of man.
You had too much animal on yah
before that.
Can we dream of spiritual states?
It happened upon a beanpole.
This was not our outward yet.
Society trudged along
a warrior’s path.
Let’s translate instinct into man.
Survival
became the main issue here.
Let’s translate little groups into men.
It was all fought out,
this land is your land this land is mine.
This occupied so much time.
We were murderous,
burying one another
in our stone houses cold.
Women lit the fire.
They got down with the children
on their hands and knees
and looked for grub.
They escaped the network
fight for the land.
They wore clothes
and urged men to pray.
They did not have society’s lair.
They did not rule the show.
They were the influence of the feminine on man.
It really shaped society.
They gave it their all
for a warm place for their children.
We have stable homes because of it.
We need society because of it.
When did marriage come down,
as in you leave my wife alone?
When did we give permission to rape?
Did we organize government stopping murder?
We haven’t even planted food yet
in these early days.
Writing is a thing of the Gods.
We see it in sleep,
and it takes so long
to come down to our hand.
My poem is long before that.
How do we rob each other?
We just let each other be,
and we kick the shit out of each other
when the werewolf hits us.
We grow up with ruckus
all around us.
The quality of life sucks.
We don’t have vision yet.
No one hasn’t seen that far.
We don’t know our dreams are telling us things,
and then we take them by the hand—
a seer is born,
and he’s there to break the rules.
He gets visions of good things
that get spat on.
He hasn’t woven status into the band yet.
It comes and goes.
He’s able to prevent a war
with his vision.
He can show them the way ahead.
He practices art.
These are things he sees.
They are bright and shiny
to his people.
He gets wonder over them.
He lifts his head up and sees God.
He wore a mask.
He played with the boy some.
He didn’t just sit there and explain the sky.
He revealed Himself as God
and that was it.
It was not love divine love who prefigured there.
Primitive man was bound and the stakes were high.
They had to find out
primitive man.
The epiphany of art
gave us broad in our lives.
It opened meditation’s room
and stairwell’s stare.
It gave us delight in ourselves,
and it brought in the world
for our favorite viewing.
It structured society?
No it did not.
It rounded us some.
It gave us eavesdropping eves
on the lowdown.
It sang in the firelight
to a butler’s call.
It ever brightened our room.
Can we see it today?
Time has erased this memory,
but where you find it,
it reveals ourselves.
Do you see it?
It’s got more on it than paint.
It’s got our lives on it
in this very poem.
Society’s carve out
isn’t finished yet.
We have a long way to go.
We have a thunder-swept road directly in front of us.
This is society’s mandate to change.
We’ve got to really change.
It’s not gonna come easy.
Everybody will resist it.
It means changing your way of life.
There’s no other way.
We will die if we don’t.
Respect my poem.
You don’t know it’s bringin’ you
all the way to change.
I’ve got the future in a handbag
I write poems from,
some aspects of it.
It’s a piece of cake
in no way, shape, or form.
We have a blight of change.
Everything about us will have to change
except the basic modes of life.
We will structure society differently.
We will not lie to ourselves anymore.
We will do away with crime and punishment
and love the prisoner as much as ourselves,
but we will still rope him along.
Society will be organized in little groups
of sadhana relays,
where dream has put us together.
We will return to the inner life
wholeheartedly,
and we will share this with each other.
We will stay with each other not as families,
though we will love and respect our family kin.
Our parents will be too young to raise us,
most of the time.
Society’s job will be raising kids,
the spiritual order of the day.
We will get down and dirty with spirituality.
Children will be allowed to school
their talent and scribe.
They will not spend all day there,
and they will like it there.
I think you can count us upon the roads now.
We are not an overpopulated city.
No one makes money anymore.
We work for each other,
and we work and we play
to get this life down,
to do it right—
each one of us involved in that.
We have sex with each other
when we are young.
Sex is a child’s play,
a teenage growing into,
a young adult getting out of.
The mature adult,
the one past thirty,
will leave sex.
We don’t put each other in cars.
Transportation is all arranged,
and we are welcomed to go anywhere
on the planet.
A brighter world
will see a smaller us.
We got our numbers down.
We are an epiphany of the stars,
and we will all translate this in our rooms,
going to Supermind,
going to Earth’s destiny,
the monumental change
that will change us all
from divine living on this Earth
to living on a divine Earth.
That’s the rank and file.
Can’t you see it?
It’s there just look at it.
It’s all around us now,
the hope we survive,
the longing that has made Earth,
the beauty we’re going to be.
Now get ready.
The fire of change will be upon us soon.
To a notebook
I will question this universe.
I will go to my notebook.
That’s for the prosperity of mankind.
You don’t see it.
You can’t.
You can’t read long poems
by the wrong sort of person
your handicapped say.
Now is this an idle mirage?
Freedom for the individual
in the very arms of society,
that’s what I’m writing today;
that’s where I’m at today.
It will come to pass.
It’s already here,
where God meets man.
The price of sacrifice,
I lay it on you.
Now let’s see this vision
in its native room,
where we belong today,
givin’ it to town.
I put everything in here,
give it.
It’s all the whole wide world
in vision.
Of these questions,
I pulled mine out overhead.
I’m not a problem.
I speak your menu.
I’m right on top of it
at my house.
I’m just here with my child,
parenting.
Give this vision time to heal.
Let it do what it’s supposed to do,
show you you.
A Brazen Whistle Brawls
Evil our times. It’s all our jail. [vision accompanying first two lines of one of the questions on the Together We Served Service Reflections interview I just re-posted on their site, as if this was an edit for the beginning of the answer, which one I don’t remember] I said it right on Amazon. He’d like to name you a place where we could find ourselves. It’s growin’ to war. Delete that. Don’t stick your fingers into your reflections. They’re good. They’re history, of your own personal. You just need them read. Well let’s see how big men are, how soft on the board counts. Life is a divine work until it’s finished. It’s great in jars. How much pepper spray? We get lost here. It’s not a divine moment in everybody’s underwear. And you said it: we have to hate sex. No, one just talkin’ while we stab each other with it, or a hole grabs us and leaves. You take care of man. We beat each other with it, but that’s not my lifelong toy. I play with myself because of it— some child grabbed his gun. Now, if we’re just a folded joy, we can get along better in the streets. We can cash in on tomorrow. We need to get rid of sex— I think the mature person said this about who they have become. Do we get rid of it? It’s just a football field. We learn to outgrow it. We put it down. We do not condemn it. It’s a mature decision we make. We expect no one to follow us but us. Well I think I’ve sowed my wild oats. No one’s ever blocked sex from me. I’ve had partners all my life. I went from childhood memories about our lust room we had fun in to a teenager doin’ it right. I was a young adult party sex. No one stopped me. I never got punished for it. I’m clear and easy on sex. It’s not a hole in the ground. It laughs in the breeze, and it really feels good, you know? We take it off now. What am I, 30? You’re not a kid anymore. You’re at that mature age where life makes sense. You don’t go screamin’ down the street if you cut your finger. You’re not a nightclub in the kitchen anymore. You’re free from have to be with your buddies. You’re doin’ sadhana. It’s become the aim of life God realization. This is not boring, religious, clap trap. You get long lasting ecstasies in your body at times. You’re inner life has opened to the Infinite. You see visions that represent things that you need to grow. The inner voice has taking you by the hand and introduced you to life where God leads it. It’s an offer I gave you a wall but nobody’s comin’. Your mind can stay silent sometimes, and you love the world. It bothers you less and less, other people’s behavior. Even your mistakes are no cause for alarm. Patience is painting your room, and kindness drapes your social interaction. You’re a strong person that knows how to look at things. You’re gettin’ trapped by sex now. It’s spills you. It does not hold your hand. It’s a life force squeeze. You’re tired of its pursuit. How did we come here? From all walks of life. It’s an everybody does, when they get old enough to only pursue God. This changes society. Nay, this reinvents society. We are bigger than machines. We know how to handle ourselves even in love. We’ve grown oceans bigger than anything we look at. The world is ready to evolve. We can do this. We can be free from sex, if we know when the time has come to do so. No premature ejaculation. It has to be the right time. It has to be real. It has to be what we’re doin’ in life to find God, and you will hear it in your soul to give it up now. You are the soul of society. They’re uneducated, anybody who denies this. They don’t know what’s goin’ on. They just want to stay kid. How do we handle this with them? With patience and honesty. We don’t force them to comply. World force does that, as the soul force it truly is. We’ve got such a long way to go to reach our evolutionary path mountaintop, millennia, and I’ve just given you a key ingredient to get that done. It’s wonderful you know? free from sex. You’re unhampered by life in its sticky points. You stand tall, proud, and free, and you know the other half and don’t have to mate with it anymore. You are as much male as you are female in the essence of yourself, as you meet the world. The gender of the body leads you, but it doesn’t rule. You’ve achieved balance in time. This is cool. You’re Hercules and Diana. You are fit do some dangerous big knife or stay at home and take care of the kids. Now can I counsel you further? Oh I’m around, even in narrow we meet. Come to my other business runners, how the tackle game plays with children, or how dogs become human, or how enlightenment speaks. Join me will you, on some other poem battles down life to a node. They got a skinny little net, the literary art house, so you won’t find me there. I’m on blogs and such in my room right here in front of humanity. Let’s see this through: no sex when we get old enough to drop it. Asses the future risk of poetry. It will just sink. It won’t even cut corners. It will just sit there unread. It’s just a bunch of words in a blender. I don’t know what he’s talking about. And now we’re in our teens. It’s not innocent here. They do it despite we want them to stop. It unbalances them. Makes them crow. It changes their minds. It gives them a safe outlet for their demands. Now we’d need to stop pregnancy and disease, not have them harm one another, make it slightly difficult to get to but not prevented or prohibited. What have I said? Teen sex. We’d account for this by all the kid sex they had, where they’d learned to take turns and be nice to one another, before their genitals became armed. Now I’m a roll in a hat. End sexual hangups please. In all this here we do that, got it figured, got it right. Now you’ll blast me with everything you can throw at me. Now hear me out. I’m in wisdom’s barn, but I’m not settin’ down rules. I’m understandin’ the animal we are and seeing how we get beyond it. You got it all wrong. It’s not hide the genitals. Let them play, where appropriate does its measure in the right age group, where we are not keen on sex; we just wanna feel down there and have fun with ourself or with friends. We grow out of it you know. You’ve seen it in this poem. Has it terrified you? Has it done anything at all but look at you? Can we get over it. Can we just make sex the plaything it was before don’t do that got ahold of it and put it down when we’ve gotten bigger than ourselves? Now test me please. See how this works in public. Under the right conditions we are healthy human beings. Some people are still reading this. Some people have thrown it away. Are you just afraid it’s a masturbate cushion? If we stop right now we’re at the end of the poem. A risk teenager said. Is it better to freeze? We’re gonna try hoppin’ a poem on Earth’s wheels. The SF engineered a better to see me with well together we served. Let’s see. A military airlift, hands brought me the breeze. That’s the shot fired. The bulwark of the law has to undergo a transformation in order to fit this into place. Can you imagine the changes involved? They’re bigger than sin. They make us right in our social relations where we see attraction laid eyes and mounted genitals and hands. It changes us at the core of our manipulable social relations. We’re there stuck at a roadblock, women screamin’. men peein’, and everybody mad at one another. Can you see that? It’s right there in front of you on communication.com, on the nightly news. It grabs the literary page and hits up movie after movie and theater television. It’s a regular guest on sope operas. It’s everywhere we look anywhere we got eyes on the society of us. it’s too tiring to see, and we still keep it up. Can we take it down, when we get back to our old self that has other gauges for life than sexual sin? Pretty much all about Eve is a sexual trauma notebook. i don’t think this is smart land, and here we go again another scandal in the news this present poet creates. I could’ve just stayed offline, not bothered with dense matter, and do my thing. Am I stupid? I’m not dumb. Transparency is the easiest way to finish the world a miracle on earth enlighten us.
The Use of Animal Freedom
A world identity I’m not trying to house. I had a kid. He comes first. Judging by all the times, it’s eleven o’clock. This consciousness I don’t know how long it was on fortunately. [vision accompanying the line of a knob on our four burner stove left on, the one for the big burner, but there was no smell of gas, and I turned it off before I lit the stove so there was no danger] It’s good daddy. Buy 21’s daddy. We got another line in we. In the soul of uncertainty author’s special. [sound vision of an author reading their work in the background as this line was spoken] Believe it or not I can help. Title at risk, it’s here we listen. I have the lightning, support at its most real. No cause for alarm. What did you do? I put it all in perspective. Beavis and Butt-Head, who hear the need for soul expression in human life? It’s time for us. I’m goin’ on a walk. That’s right Beavis and Butt-Head hit on me. Oh my God. Let’s just slap them for it. Oh my goodness the trouble I could get into here if I don’t say punishment, if I don’t validate the spirit of the times, but you can’t call that good throwin’ the book at them, hating their very names, because they try to get you to have sex. I know, I know, it’s rude. It’s awful, but you are not harmed by it, even if they grab your crotch, or pinch your boobs, not actually physically harmed. You’re made to feel harmed by a zeitgeist hellbent on revenge. Now it’s even if they grab their own crotch, or celebrate victory with a kiss, and you’re there the one they kiss. There’s eight billion of us and crowding. Now how do you say we’ll survive? You just think morality straights. You’re not aware of the master plan. I’m not talkin’ gross doodle with your noodle in the snot rag of life right there in front of everybody. I’m not takin’ clean shaven either. We give time for the vital to express itself, and teenagers need this stuff, and so do kids. Can you tell me what’s wrong with seein’ a dick in public? I’m not talkin’ hard-on sneeze, just a dick, or a vagina for everybody to see. I’m not talkin’ all wet and sloppy. I’m human. Okay sex in front of a child, here you’d shoot me if I said yes, but is sex really the wrong thing? Touch it handle it do it clean. No not theirs you idiot, hands off. I'm talkin' sex and kids. No I’m not talkin’ stick your dick in children, or you wrap your pussy around them, or you beat off, finger yourself, to their measure. Your adult thing is not involved at all. Can we watch mommy and daddy do it? Oh my goodness the people that have passed by here in the history of our children. Who’s ready for that? What parent can truly say they are uninvolved in their children’s genital's feeling's lives? You feel something there I’m sorry. Pop your wad in front of them and you’ll feel it. I’m tellin’ you don't do that. For now let’s just leave that alone, as parents are doing it all over the globe in front of their children. Oh my God they join in, eventually. Let’s just stay clean here. What we want is a child right on sex, feel good about their genitals, not embarrassed to have them. Even if they stand that’s okay, or get damp and moist. It doesn’t have to be private, but it needs to be no fishy underwear, not for an adult’s enjoyment. Kids need to be kids, okay? They touch each other. They drool. They wanna see adults do it. Okay two people love each other in front of the camera. It's remote. It’s not right there in front of them. It’s not exaggerated. It’s not rough stuff. It’s soft and warm and moist. It’s visible it’s good to look at. You do it. I think a mouth said that, or a hand giving the right stroke. Let the kids see this naked with each other? On soft comfortable floors, the lights down low, no one looking in, except the adult close by to monitor. It’s not a permission list. No one’s told to do it. They just watch and let themselves be themselves. Okay Johnny, would if Suzie says no? It’s not at all girls? Of course it’s girls. Suzie Johnny doesn’t wanna striptease with you. Oh. All the classroom beforehand: take the stinger out, she’s your husband. Ice cream and comfort, in that place, and this is a hairless society, so no pregnancies or forced penetrations, and penetration is a warm dummy. I don't think they actually get it in. You mean this is a seven-year-old? The age of reason and above. No black eyes please. Everybody’s nice to each other. You wanna save society? Let it happen. Are you trippin'? I'm tryin' to tell you how to handle sex before it's too late. They get old they forget it's a game. They just wanna eat. They cum on each other. They need to know it's fun. They need to know it's clean. Now let's get back to school books. We go back to the lab. A naked child is fine in a swimming pool. A child can pee in public. Their hand down their pants no problem. If they expose themselves you smile. Johnny's got a problem. He's just into his wiener. Well let's get busy with 'im. Give 'im some boys to play with his age, and they can let their penis mingle. That boy just needs an outlet, that's all. We look for problems and look to see what's up. Suzie's fingering herself, because some man is. I'm sorry Suzie. We wasn't watchin'. Now we are. You need some kid fun, and we make sure you get it. He masturbates in class. Okay Billy, put your willy away. Obviously this is not the time for it. I haven't reached adolescence yet. I'm not there yet. I'm the older child. I'll get better at this as I grow older. Yes society you will. Too blind this afternoon to understand the science behind this. You're just afraid of sex. Grab your crotch he’s wrong. Maybe he’s just horny and don’t know how to handle it, because his penis got shoved in his shorts all his life, given no means to express itself. Maybe his mother doodled with it, or his auntie, and then bottled it up when he got old enough to notice. You’re just a crap game, huh? Do we have to sell this? It’s got to be made public, the genital hand wash. Okay these are kids from seven to eleven, or six to fourteen. We see when reason hits and adolescence starts. That’s the time of your life, when you’re a kid and you know it, and it’s all fun and games. Get out of here you rule book! We don’t want to squash the soul. We just wanna let it be free to touchdown in life, to get all the way to the goalposts of being human. That’s not 1, 2, 3. It involves sex and learning about sex. Am I stupid? I’m a brahmachari. My eleven-year-old knows that, that naked little fella in the privacy of our home, and he’s safe there. A pedophile said this. How can I do this? You don’t know the power of love. He does. You don’t just get here. She got that part, but the dick is no longer the head, and she’s an integrated soul her/him. You need both sexes to master sex. I’m sorry, grapple with that. The conservatives are gonna kill ‘im. The liberals? They don’t even know what gender is. Okay we’re sellin’ a Beavis and Butt-Head commercial. No, but they are fun to watch. Ask my grandson. He lets out some gas there. All kids do. Alright I’m a Chinese junk, but I can sure damn well float, you know? Gaslighting the Me Too. Oh my God it’s real. Thank you public. I was sure you’d understand, in the year 2525. I’m just bein’ ridiculous. It could happen a lot sooner. Everybody shovels shit. Sex compromises everyone. Sex gets at yah. Now I fight for it in the rights of children. Is this image real? It’s all the way from the inside. An inner speaker said this. It’s in the roundabout of dream. Can I surprise you with reality? The outside world that you see came bubbling up from the inside. Watch your world arise in dream. It comes from within the world that we see. In the poet-seer, they put the world together. What they see on the inside becomes reality. Follow their vision. It will manifest one day. And here you have a seer’s ring. He’s got you by the ying-yang. You can’t handle sex, and he’s just made you look at in children, no abuse, no adults involved. You know this goes on. Can you handle the vision? It’s a world arising before your eyes, where we finally see accept this and heal that way. Oh you stubborn people, how long this gonna take? You can’t even approach childhood sexuality in tags. They just want you delete it. There’s somebody downstairs would like to put one more genital on yah. It’s a shadow demon, and he’s lookin’ for a hole in your fence. They’re around children, warpin’ them. Sex is their mainstay. It’s where they get us to compromise. it’s where they get us to bite each other. Kids don’t do that, put lust scars on one another. They play it’s exciting it’s fun. They make a game of it. It’s not straight sex. It’s take turns. They are so gentle with each other there, and if one’s mean he’s out, cause kids don’t like to get hurt, and the bigger dick isn’t there yet to dominate. They’re kids. We let ‘em play together so no demon takes control. We learn gentleness on the table. We take turns being good to one another. We want it nice and sweet. We don’t let the demons in. Can you see this? I don’t think you know the completeness of life, how deep it goes, how awful. Am I gettin’ through? Am I even making a dent? Give this vision time to grow. It’s on holy mountain. This did not come from the abyss. It came from God if you want to know the truth, in the seer who’s seen it and shown it to you. Inevitably it rise. We need gentleness in our lands. Let the kids do it. When we recognize our inner teacher, and we know it’s helping us, and we know it’s guiding our lives, we will give children their glare. We will let them be themselves. Freedom for children, it’s how we handle children. Are you so deaf you can’t see that? Not a bad idea— this is the handwriting every kid on this Earth. Oh do you feel better about no judgmental penis? It’s a boy. It’s a girl, pretty together. We want that. Taking on the body will bring all the right motive. We’re taking it to our human divinity. That’s a good idea. How to sharpen it: don’t stop Nature in her tracks; be real with kids. What does this grow on us? Sexual healing, no sexual hangups. Then I can leave sex when I’m older. [heard sung in the voice of Thor in the film Good Boys, from the song “I Wanna Know What Love Is”] We measure this in miles: an older person doesn’t have sex, the mature thirty-year-old and above. Kids see that and know that’s growing up. That’s divinity. Hey Beavis and Butt-Head, thank you for your service. Hey teacher! Leave those kids alone! Rare voice. That’s needed. A seer’s whistle. Pronounce this way with children given to ourselves in our subtle beings. It’s alright in there. That’s the perfect yard. That’s the rare Earth. And I just wanna celebrate. [heard sung, Rare Earth, song “I Just Want to Celebrate”, the ending chorus] I have personally changed sex a few times. I played mommy and daddy with a kid when I was a kid, with both girl and boy. I was a gay man in Houston for six months, on the Gay and Lesbian Switchboard, and I’ve had girlfriends here and there throughout my life. Did I mention I’ve had a kid for dinner alarming in my room? From adolescence onwards, what the sexual orientation identifies with. I’m not proud of this. I don’t brag to you about it. I merely state if for business. I had to find sexual healing, and that’s an inside job. I found the whole world that way and the bigger than the world, the Better. Now I come to you in time. I need to explain the zeitgeist is full of shit. It’s not how you do it, section off society. Healing comes in integrated care. It comes holistically clean, and I’m here to tell yah it works. You can trust the inner process. The zeitgeist sucks, you know? My photo took minor, minor care, and I deal with him every day the sacrifice I make for love. He is well took care of, the bridge behind poetry to the reality of poetry, the truth to the reality of poetry. That’s Nithish, avant-garde, and the reality of poet in him too. You will see this. Well that’s language.
He’s Alone in There with Kids
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Vilifying that like he deserves to be shot. Wait, wait, wait, you’re officially allowed to speak. He took me to pizza, I played the flute. He was now. Divine values fill my room. I’m a nut etched deep into the ground of being. You won’t find me in stores. I’m all there is. I mean there’s only one of me. I sudden. I hold mops and brooms. I clean myself first. I have everybody to think of. Do you know that? It’s hard. Everybody’s away from you. There you are, and I’m gone. You’re everybody’s baby except those who find you not. [heard sung in the voice of Joni Mitchell to tune of “Carey”, the lyrics “Oh you’re a mean ole daddy but I like you”] “The Bell Spirituality” has kicked off the game, with your husband. I am very different, a radical revolutionary. To be honest with yah, I want the halls of justice to come tumbling down, schools to close. Do it now in my ear. American justice, that’s branded in shame. It’s not like we own up to it. Do you know what shame does to a car? It humiliates it, and we have no car that gives us a good run. They’re seething with social justice, and we rape them in the halls of the system. That’s good? Now let’s go behind bars. You mean men, terrible women. Social equality here. Can we manage them? I think we just snake/choke them. [words spoken simultaneously] They’re made to feel sheep. They’re piled on one another. We’re pressing them into the ground. We want them to have bad feelings. It’s a social club. They’re down and dirty to each other. Nowhere you can run. You’re limited in your freedom to a jail cell. How’s that for size? They sting. They put you in touch with yourself so you want to kill people, rob society. How many get out and do that? They’re horrible places to eat. Their food is mixed in blood. They are encountered in shit. We can’t get them to eat good life force. It’s not there. The guards emit it, tonnes and loads of ill will. You’re just treated badly all along the line. Now let’s rape and kill shall we? I don’t think you know what you’re doin’. It’s ugly. It’s so stupid. Yet you wish this on people, either that or kill them. You think justice is done. You’ve just hamstrung society. I don’t event think you see us as a society. We’re just individuals going our own way. You pilot them with a gun. Law and order means violence. Great you say it works. Like it’s falling apart. It’s never worked, but we don’t see that. Justice is done. The victims feel better, like they’re avenged, and we tell them they have closure, don’t we press? Well what does that mean? We’ve done all the wrong things to get better. We’ve crucified someone for their sins, I mean to the upmost extent of the law, and we hate them doing it. You’re supposed to feel that way; it’s the law. Now let’s go to gun. Who has it now? And you shoot and shoot and shoot. These are healing measures? They took my son. They did this to me! Your pain is undeniable. You must be cared for, taken care of, but we’d need to remind you of your humanity. We can’t have you acting like an animal too. You got me here? What am I sayin’? It’s not society we change it’s you. Your attitudes of justice suck. You think it’s right to kill people or get rid of them, for doin’ wrong. Of course, they’ve sinned. Even if it makes it worse. Even if it doesn’t work. All the laws say so. They’re just there to break. You don’t change human nature with law. You have to go to school for that. In Saigon, good morning. These are American troops stationed in Vietnam. These are American school children in their school. Hello Vietnam! They just rust there, learning to oppress people, kill their chickens, rape their girls. We’ll shoot them if they don’t comply, burn down the village. I think I saw a rifle there, or I just wanna get mean. We oppress and we oppress and we oppress. I think I learned that in school. There’s no teaching done there on the right things in life. It’s a mind game. Let’s get our intellectual skills in order, and we don’t even do that. My what a waste school, every single hour every single day. We put our kids through deeply - harming - mechanisms, and we don’t even see it. We put the recognition on the pedophile. Can you see that? Nobody knows the reality of school. It’s a wham! bam! thank you ma’am! I’ll open it— systems of abuse. No one’s happy there, despite the location: we’re socializing kids, and that should be a happy project. They have moments of school bliss, but then a bully gets them, or they fail a test, any number of things that the bliss can’t hide, that it can’t even do away with. We make schools like a prison house of rules. This is a learning experience they’re robbed of a chance to learn. You’re not safe there. You’re put in trouble. Let’s pound a few heads, that’s school curriculum in its we need the right answer. Then? They could care less the devastating effect on children their laziness counts. There it's meat. Can you tell me what the three R’s mean to life when you don’t even know how to treat people? Let’s memorize the anatomy of a star, take our science books and cram them into our brain holes, learn the math we’ll never use, and hear the lesson of the most intricate fields in life, and we stand there rivals to one another, strangers. We just wanna get out and play. Now there’s a mode of travel. It just looks like play to us. We’re not sure of it’s taco, but we can learn that way, innovative, creative mind-posts that know how to lesson the heart and keep that animal under control the right way. I’m not tryin’ to take your freedom. I have some good things for you to eat in a background of why don’t you ask instead of take? I’m socializin’. Can we make friends? Alright corporate manager, your employees are getting the shaft. Now Julie you take the role. I think capitalism knows better if it’s taught at school, and climate change can find out, and there it is. Alright Mr. Hairy Policeman, put down the gun. Alright victim, now you take the role. You see what I’m gettin’ at. Play. We have a whole field to cover, all of life’s rooms. We can get creative, and you know we can improve school. Is that all we’re doin’? I think it’s an extremely localized concept. So much smaller matters. We can get down to business on a street block, in a farm circle, and we’re goin’ to school with neighbors, you know? A very localized concept would bring it down to science. We can get our hands on it. Spaces large enough for a small classroom, I think they’re probably preexisting. You got this big den. There’s the gym, any number of places, modified to fit need that’s all. Teachers are emissaries. They know how to spot students. Okay, you, you and you, let’s spend some time on algebra or differential equations. Can you do calculus? I think you need the science book in those holes in your head. They’re trained to spot individual learners, and that’s the secret of school. Your inner abilities are brought out. Where you’re geared in life, that’s where you go. It’s made to fit you as the group does its thing, and you’re in it. You see what I’m tryin’? This is a much better society. It works. It’s around the corner, if you can put it there. I’m seein’ it, and I’m certainly not the only one. Gotta get it in the zeitgeist, and there’s a whole lot to overcome. We have to change human beings, whole societies of them. You don’t know what I mean. They can’t be changed. It’s impossible. Well let’s drop some acid and see. Just kidding, but you know, there might be something there. Anyway how do you change a hungry man, an abused woman? That’s the formula stick out. It’s what we’ve been tryin’ to do all these years, but we didn’t know where change bring you. We just wanted better people, and all our tries make us worse. Where do we go for change? Well, a rocket poem can help. You know of all the arts, poetry puts your head on. We can sing too, or ballet, get down in every art. That’s the medium our social change. It gets the word out there in creative heartbeats. It moves you, and we begin. The right stuff, it’s the market today in a heartfelt poem. Hello there. Don’t say it— he believes it could only be said in India, anything we say. What’s the wrong with you? That’s the horrible speakin’ God. This is the dosa mavu that wants to put our crisis on the table. What’s he doing? He’s making comment. This is what control their will, I mean in a big time: etched deep into the ground of being, where we meet each other on the ground in India, is a horsefly; 9/11 happened in India. Stop wearin’ that. Your minorities don’t threaten your existence, see some master plan to unHindu everybody. The part that I played, I was tryin’ to get the world to see itself. Fact cutters, that came the other day to throw me outta my room, and I belong there, and I’m an American living in India. I’m a parent there outspoken in my room. You outta see it. You can’t be any kind of whistleblower 2022. One second. I want all rice. I want the world to end it’s regional languages rule the day. I want to believe in humanity. You got me dog? That was the doctor. Forget something. Somebody call me a monster— I’m gonna make you pay; you process the abuse of children. For one thing I wouldn’t hurt them. No, but I have a plan. Vietnam, I wanted to get into the thought good. A police car is outside. [spoken in the voice of Mithun in a vision where he’s coming in from the balcony saying that, and I’m going to see if one is] This is dangerous. Can you respect that? What’s the point of it? There you have it, a poem to change minds.
Harm's End 