He’s Alone in There with Kids

photo by Donny

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.

Where Is the Kid’s Everyone?

photo by Donny

You don’t write your name because you like it.
You write your name because your name.
He slowly started talking.
He does it, constitutes show up,
and then he just grab bags them.
They’re comin’.
This is principle player.
You’re talkin’ about everything.
Expect a long, drawn out pause before they come.
This is huge.
Will I get kicked off the team?
Almost but you bring us there,
to the startling conclusion of love,
and continue.

A change in life’s habits,
in life’s valleys,
we have a little stand it moving in.
Let’s eliminate fish.
This is a full blown boy.
He’s sharin’ a room with me,
and we share a bed together,
at least once a week,
and we go bathe together.
This since he was three.
He’ll be 11 next month.

We’ve grown up together.
I’ve learned how to handle children
in my bedroom,
so they don’t freeze,
and I’ve grown up right alongside him.
I know he’s worthy of the attention
God gives.

The divine his here,
the principle keeper in the room.
You think I’m joking?
Hear all this poetry.
If that’s not proof enough,
then read it.
You hear him here while I write it?
I mean the little boy.
We go round and round about the sound down when I write,
or he’s in my arms as I write,
writing softly,
except when I’m in bed riding sleep,
alone with my poetry myself
not bothered by boy.
He’s the sourcebook for the poetry,
for years.
This is a challenge record,
and I’ve lived up to the challenge,
and I’ll live up to it again tomorrow night too.

We share life together,
and we’re in that form of union
where two halves make a whole.
It’s led to so much creativity.
I am the background of his thoughts.
He’s the background of my letters to the world.
We spur together
world union.
This is high noon.

He is not one dimensional.
He can hold the world
on his tongue.
He can see enlightenment coming next.
He knows he’s the son of God,
and his dream explains the symbol.
Hagrid came to him in a dream and told him.
Told our Rottweiler Luna too
they were sons of God.
Harry Potter would be proud/shamed. [words spoken simultaneously]
No one has ever read those books.
No one’s ever understood those books.
Can we get at divine kids growing up?

How far is your divinity?
Nitish is learnin’ he’s got one,
he’s a divine being
in the making.
The dog Luna,
she puts on her human first,
which she did in the dream.
That’s her divinity.

Can I tell you stories
of what this boy and I mean together?
He’s here for a quickening
to get at that divine element in each of us.
I’m here to become normal.
I will perhaps
become a human being
that realizes spiritual enlightenment,
Wait and see.

What’s you do,
be the hero
with what you’ve confounded human?
I’m not talkin’ blister kids.
I take him for a ride
on the sunshine in his life.
I am so open with him
I give him my name.
I’m giving him my dream.
It’s a terrible dream.
All this poetry writing stuff
arrives to us from dreams.
It’s a dream maker’s query,
and it just won’t leave you alone.
You suffer for it.
You have to live up to its value.
It’s got God on it.
You can’t fool God.

That boy has some high shoes
he’s gotta grow into.
I’m teaching him muse,
showin’ him the ways of poetry,
and that begins at first with thought.
You hold the world a poet,
look deeply into symbol everything.
Representative,
wow, we go to town on that one.

A little boy is blind you say.
Now can you see the world?
It’s so beautiful
I just guess.
Oftentimes I’m lookin’,
and somethin’ in the world smiles
somethin’ more than the world at me.
I’m in the shadow of mystery because I’m in a kid’s glow.
The whole world speaks to me.
It’s around me all the time
I mean somehin’.
I spur with this.
I smile back at God with this.
Thank you rainbow.
Thank you thunderstorm.

I’m just a guest at a party
seein’ the world.
I have these deep feelins inside.
I can’t make them room.
I don’t know what they’re there for,
but they give me such a buzz.
I know why a dog barks.
It’s his smile
on the rest of things
no dog can see,
and my God I love to shout
that same mystery.
Kid bliss you call it.
You just don’t know.

Poor little,
stupid child:
you don’t think I know what you think of me?
I’m with a man you know.
He is my best man,
and I am his best man.
I’ll give you that number.
The wedding is us walking together
to the engineer of life.
What you doing,
sayin’ I don’t belong with him?
You got problems with reality?

Soon I’ll be old enough to drive
him to a destination.
Until we become a popular notion,
you would get in our way if you could.
I think this is paradise.
It’s so lovely inside.
You just hear about it and say “Oh no.”
Entertainment,
he’s the surprise
you thought you’d missed,
the window
that gave you room to breathe.
I—love—this—man.
That’s my destination,
the direction of the poet.

I’m just chicken soup,
and I rust in buckets for you?
Where were you the night I was born?
This man was there
at the hospital.
He’s the reason my parents met.
He’s been there all my life.
I surprised everybody
with his name
the first time I spoke.
I was so excited to see him.
I had baby pants then.
He's my shelter from the storm.
He’s my special friend.
He will always hold me
and wipe the world out of my eyes
when it has stung me.

I knew I had it,
enough patience with him to draw
his meaning on my page,
that little boy’s time.
The Gods have given us room.
The Gods have been there for us
when we’ve needed their handles.
It’s all in a days work
on the origins of the Gods,
on where they come from.
I am not ashamed of him.
See this ice cream and ticket place?
They got made a long time ago.
Remove the sexual abuse,
and a man and boy’s love will look like this.
It can get bigger all the time.
It can help save the world.
Are we wrong to do this?
Are we just full of each other?
You see the world in us,
don’t you?

If you’re too lazy to try yourself,
get someone to climb for you—
Leonardo da Vinci.
Oh, are we lookin’ at a pederast,
a young boy lover?
History will never answer the question.
It’s too biased against pedophiles.
I’m in deep water here.
Would Socrates condemn me?
I don’t think Alexander the Great would.
Who’s calling the shots?
Shut up.

Now that we’ve looked at an edifice of Western civilization,
let’s tear it down.
You’re jokers.
You simply cannot handle reality.
It enrages you.
They were seven days without food.
We interrupt this grocery store.
Are we close to a nuclear bomb?
We’re just showin’ yah the time bomb,
and let’s talk about the general pedophile.
He’s got this heart enemy,
against himself.
There’s no remedy.
He’s not gonna do it,
quit grabbin’ kids.

Let’s take our successful at it and give it to him.
Are we sure we’re successful?
The boy lover’s around because of you.
You are blind to sexual origins,
but it will never go out of style,
messin’ with your kid’s BB gun,
and he’s seven or eight
and can’t remember you did,
but there’s no blood and confusion.
The delusion’s on first.
The baby’s erection
is like major
guilty camera.
Your hand turned it on.

Do you want any milk?
I’ve been unpacking.
I snapped ‘im out of it.
You’re not gonna believe this.
The road handles there a long time.
I got this 10-year-old.
I started putting pressure on him.
Why did you do that?
Slightly effeminate his was,
quite possibly gay.
His ear in the refrigerator.
Good morning doctor.
Well high softy what’s you doin’?
I’m gonna determine this kid’s smile.
I’m waiting for you to tell me it was very representational
my hand on that gun
back in his early years.
We hear the non-pedophile speak.

Does he speak?
Not properly I’m a minority comin’ to you.
There are too many factors on their land,
and they’ve been told to shut up so many times.
They just deal with it.
I’m not gonna be able to do it,
say FM.
Imagination,
that’s your answer to everything.
You will imagine the worst of me.
I’m sorry,
but I don’t do that,
be a bastard to this kid.
Know what’s gone wrong.
I’ve played hide and seek
with put your milk on the camera.
Puts the milk on you.

Look at that little child—
don’t tell me anything about freedom.
You mine.
What did you want to separate from my good answer?
Your bad.
I’m not a bad boy.
You attack everything with sex.
There’s a couple of really poignant movies
we can look at you with.

Thambi,
we’re not going to rape your home
with deodorant.
We just want to know you’re not harmed.
Literally I’ll come here:
shopping window.
Which understanding do I buy?
So much space.
I’m not used to explosive articles talking back.
I’m not used to anything out of the ordinary.
I can time with you.
Just give me a second.

That’s how we build bridges.
We try.
I will sell you green.
That’s why you slipped on our paper.
You thought purple.
Smart hold
we have on one another.
It’s not to do us in.
Can you just let us breathe,
keep your armies out of this?
You want that boy to grow up unashamed of you.
You don’t want to be the violators of his life.

Almost got it,
we have a childhood together.
We’re on our way
to the room
where you keep us
in high standing.
You’re seein’ it now.
It’s our standing room.
Where is the kid’s everyone?
If you think I could answer you,
that’s what I have done.

We are children in my society:
whatever makes him safe,
as long as it doesn’t hurt his practice with life,
as long as it gives him the dignity to stand up
and say, “Leave me alone,”
as long as it’s not against the body’s love,
and that boy’s being cared for,
as long as it let’s us be ourselves
and doesn’t force us to comply
with normalcy,
as long as it’s not to suspicion
you apply the benefit of the doubt,
as long as it’s got us at heart,
our needs,
and Mr. Enforcer
is not just in control.
Remember what you said last night.
You wanted the world free.
Isn’t though,
we are?

I apologize.
I thought you was gonna be disappointed
you didn’t have to report,
you didn’t have to admit,
wrong action.
Here I’ll give this to yah:
your successor.

Everybody’s lookin’ for a divine moment.
Families they graft you to the tree
of you stay with us boy.
We’ve got to get down to our human
that brings us to divinity.
A group can do that,
if it’s not messin’ around with time.
It has a gilded purpose:
get down to that human divine.

We talk about it everywhere:
let’s get down to business, shall we?
Families just raise ships
that sail on society’s waters.
We need a larger society.
Little bitty intimate groups can do that,
research this in us
and bring it around to happen.

I belong to such a group.
So does Nitish.
We are four members human,
and we can go to six if you count dogs.
One’s on the other side.
We go all the way to society together,
on a podcast share our dreams.

The boy’s not the only thing behind me.
This group is my backbone.
One day it will be the larger ship
we sail society on,
these little groups soul arranged.
I don’t think you can put them together individually.
They form on their own,
as soul calls them,
all around time.
You know you have one
when you dream together
this ship is going somewhere.

It’s all about the inner process.
It’s an inner look
to see if it’s there.
It’s a sadhana circle/dream group.
The boy and me,
our relationship is in the context of that.
It’s chosen in awesomeness.
We shop in soul values.
You’ll know it when you see it:
its fruits,
its way with time.

I’m sorry I’ve explained beyond your poem.
I’m trying to get at being human,
and that’s the thing to do here,
arise.
You’ll fill me with smoke,
camouflage my words like it’s your purpose,
and try to remove me from view.
We have larger purpose,
and unorthodox does that
when the norm rejects our larger purpose.
Me and this boy love each other.
We are contributors to time.
We are not imposing on you
a rule to follow.
We just want to be accepted as the natural boundary we are.

Don’t strong arm us
to a bunch of nonsense.
Don’t cut off our heads
to satisfy yourselves
we need to be controlled.
I assure you
you do.
Human evolution is in danger in your hands.
You won’t allow for variation,
but could you let this one through?
Now go back to sleep.
I’ll call yah in the morning.

Can we communicate hate?
I am so in love with you
I’m doin’ all this explain.
Pardon me if I don’t see your divinity see.
The divine in man
is such a secret to unfold,
any way you look at it.
Come on.

19% I appreciate it.
No touch about it.
I didn’t deserve to die.
You kill most of us.
This small percentage you set free.
How did I arrive at this number?
A golden muse told me.
I’m the number that doesn’t hurt children.

Okay you ready for me?
I don’t think you know how many pedophiles there are.
It’s not openly admitted,
but there are more of us than meets the sky.
We are millions.
You want to know how to handle us.
Give us gatekeepers,
a spokesperson or two
on the pedophile's side but not a molesting pedophile.

Do I have the strength?
I’m your attitude:
don’t shut the hell up
until the world is saved!
You know those climate keepers do that,
but they’re not seein’ the problem:
we have to be human with one another.
We can’t treat anyone like dirt.
They get down and dirty.

Now let’s wipe pedophiles off your list
as the hate receptacle for mankind.
Molest that child!
And we hear your hate.
Dehumanize no one,
and humanity comes to each of us
as this spreads through society
the way we treat people.

An hour ago
you had dreams like you were full of shit.
What’s happenin’?
This is just dealing with his Belfast.
This is not a time measurement.
It makes it so much more pertinent
to what I’m showin’ you now.
Why would you think this is a confession?
I haven’t always been a good pedophile,
and I really feel that.

Now can we deal with today?
I can communicate for you
the utter necessity of having children
and keeping them safe and warm
from our energies.
You just baby children,
but that’s beside the point.
I’m not gonna put this out there
to be this little sheep begging for mercy.
You’d go wild.
And we’d kill you.
I’m going to be as big as time.
They had an apartment store.
They had an apartment.
We shine a light on everybody.
To your places everyone,
and here you’re accepting ours.

A Flavor Drop the Gun

photo by Donny

Reality sucks—
someone who has not been initiated into the mysteries,
the world’s suckless stuff.
There is just so much to reality.
It’s not slow motion.
It’s got things on it.
A dog licking your feet can be paradise
leanin’ down on yah,
the boy snuggled up to you
a ballon
of how the Earth feels
in sun’s arms,
the writing of a poem
the feelings of the universe
taking note
it’s good to be alive.
Shut up,
I don’t trust you/believe you. [phrases spoken simultaneously]
Reality sucks, doesn’t it?

I was in his pencil box.
I think that’s the only thing you look at.
Walt Disney,
can we say he had fingers?
Of course he did.
He just didn’t put ‘em in his movies.
He wasn’t concerned with reality.

Now where do we look at to be true?
This is a strange one:
I’m molten lava;
I make the world a better place.
This man’s sexual sins,
his penis as it looks at children,
Krakatoa.

My God the music in this program,
it sets the world straight.
Read a few poems and see.
Can we heal pedophilia?
Can we change the world?
I hold you accountable on this blog!

I’ve pulled down my social media pants
and given you something to think about.
Where does reality lie with us?
It’s bigger than sin,
our existence.
I call you on your shots.
You take the world and make it a paper-mâché.
You take a black kidney and throw it away.
You don’t know how to face reality.

I’m on your gun.
You just squeeze people,
take them in the social room and make them comply.
You are not concerned with what works better or what works best.
You want people to believe you/obey you. [phrases spoken simultaneously]
You think I’m talking to a police officer’s gavel,
or the lawmakers.
Can we address society?
Blog reader,
don’t get angry,
but
you’re the society I’m talking to.

And you thought Big Brother’s a government.
Flag my blog.
Bring us to the border with this.
This is terrible.
Nobody’s ever a piece of paper.
We are living, breathing, human beings,
each trying to make sense out of life.
I’ve taken my disorder and done just that.
I’ve gotten at the world that way.
I’ve figured out things,
taking my penis as a flashlight.

Tell me that’s not the quick of our social selves,
the genital stick up.
It brings heart matters to bear.
It lollipops the whole world.
It gets us clean,
if you dare
to shine God with it.

Am I making you sorry
you’re such principle ass keepers?
I can show you how to be human,
and you don’t rob anyone
of their meaning in time.
You only rob meaning to rob meaning.
This is America.
We look down the gun at pedophiles,
and my don’t the world believe us?
We don’t care how spiritual you.
You have no right to say anything.

I don’t think you know the Apostle Paul,
for surely if you’re not Christian,
you’ve been raised in a Christian country.
How many Christians did he kill,
before he outshined Jesus as the principle Bible teller?
Would if he killed children?
You know I’m talkin’ executions.

Now tell me I’m dirt,
and redemption’s impossible.
I think you killed Jesus.
Wasn’t he a victim of sexual sin?
And they shot him for it.
I’m sorry I don’t believe in your goodness,
in your virtue.
I think you’re just as mean as me,
when I held a boy down and ruined his life,
and he cried.
What did I say?
How detached from reality I was.
I couldn’t feel his pain.
I’ve wanted to apologize.

You don’t know where we have to go
to heal this thing called human.
We have to get down into the blood,
into those spaces where we are cut off from one another,
where human doesn’t fit,
animal reigns.
Somehow we have to transform those moments.

How to bring people there?
We have to get down into humanity’s stuff.
And do we do that with Hitler killing Jews?
It’s an example we wear
to try to stop this among us.
How many Jews say that?
Where are Jews today?
Still under the gun.
You don’t want them there,
and you want to protect children,
and you want no more atrocities.
Am I right?

Where do we go?
I’m showin’ yah.
Will you just listen and not shoot.
Will you be there for me too?
It’s a reality seer,
the direction of our travel.
Will you see that?
Will you know it’s there?

Survivalist,
I’m so sorry I failed the test.
You don’t know what I’m doin’.
You just think I’m a piece of paper.
I’m taking my very life and placing it in your hands.
I’m obeying God.
I can’t get any bigger than that.
I have the greater love.
I’m not sorry for it/ashamed of it. [phrases spoken simultaneously]
It’s not a box office hit.

I think you’ll shoot me for it,
but I’ve given you the formula for world change.
This poem is just the beginning.
Have you seen it yet?
There is no one we cut off from humanity
if you don’t want anyone cut off from their humanity.

I can’t say this loud enough.
I need you to see reason and the purpose of Jesus,
come to terms with your humanity.
It’s a rising sun.
It doesn’t hurt people
that wipe away guns from your eyes.
It stays away from harm altogether,
if it can help it.
Can I reach you?
Can this just be the two of us sharin’ bread?
I’ve put my life on the line.
Is that worth nothing,
the sacrifice?

I got this house
full of living people inside,
and I love them all.
I’m a house keeper,
and I field house.
It’s my primary reality,
where I spend the most of my time.
They don’t know I’m under the gun.
I don’t defeat them.
I’m their Santa Claus,
and a whole handful are dogs.
They are so innocent.

What are you going to do with that,
tear out everybody’s hearts there?
I want you to know the people you kill,
if you should surrender to armed impulse
to uphold a reality you don’t live up to.
Now I continue with my life,
even if you don’t mercy me.
I do not know what God has in store,
but I think Jesus died on the cross so I don’t have to.
Tell me you only feel outrage.
Tell me that’s all you feel.

You’re alarmed over me.
I don’t think you’ve gauged a piece of paper correctly.
I am not the danger one here.
You are the gun.
You are not lawlessness.
You’re something worse.
The force of good in law
you turn to slay.

I haven’t had a chance to say this:
how we doin’?
If I just spit on you,
feeding time.
I really wanna make you happy with yourself.
I want to show you goodness that does not kill.
I want to hold your hand
and give you a reality that doesn’t suck.
Open up to the depths of life.
Get out of right and wrong.
We’re up there
in the sky
in splendid love.
Can you meet me there?
Can you come to my garden?
I’ve planted so many roses for you.
Read each one.

Hi Luna.
Are we nuts?
Hi Lisa.
My Rottweilers I’m showin’ yah.
I’m in the way with them.
They finish me off.
I am so in love with them it hurts.
I worry over their human.
It’s my job with them.
I’m bringing them to us.
I think some know of the possibility.

There, I hold a boy’s hand
in a Rottweiler’s fur.
It’s such a clean love.
All that beauty,
I don’t need to take it and eat it.
Regal a Rottweiler is,
standoffish
in Time’s Square,
but I can get into some lovin’, you know?

This change,
a boy is glad and bears it.
He doesn’t have to hold himself there
a freight train.
He gets that good love a Rottweiler gives,
and they just steal your heart.
No here Luke,
follow Us.
This is brain,
the trail towards enlightenment,
come boy. [heard sung, my voice and guitar]

What does the red line mean?
That fundamental safety line,
no one
violates.
What tempered glass is the horse driven?
We actually go to spiritual enlightenment.

You grow out me.
But how?
Run in the house
the consciousness
of Christ child.
I thought about it.
Know,
a national thought a ride.
And it is a blessing isn’t it.

Until it becomes the official record,
some Disney Land that you’ve come out with in the world,
that will be your attack point
this is reality bliss.
Now tell me again you’re America land of the free.

Fort Myers Beach,
is it the origins
of a better society?
A beautiful place,
thank you for the sun
golden.

I Dress That Link

photo by Donny

I open up my face in Brahman.
Something happened.
Death lives on in each of us.
Transient houses you made us feel.
Can we all surrender to hatred?
To relations with each other
I bring the death penalty;
I’ve packaged everything—
we hear death talkin’.
Now will you please listen?
Give this say to an individual,
not a group of any nation or purpose,
some wisdom on control.

Absolutely
parallel balance,
that’s the frame I put this in,
on the level.
Hey,
you alright?
I just put love in enemy territory.
Will I make it out of here alive?
You tell me.
My God that’s balance,
and let’s score you again
just too worth it.

And nobody walks me huh?
It’s crazy but
I go all out with this one,
and your attitudes about how social change comes about,
the best advice.
I put my peril down
and tell you the safe, wholesome fight for everyone.
You will kill me here I know,
if you break truth with me,
of course.

He tore down his statue of self-defense and said one big one today,
Smile Records.
All I want from poetry is my two front teeth.
We don’t need a bully.
The safest place for me to be is away from you.
I’m volunteering at your stacked deck
straight ahead.
Unbelievable.
Do me a favor,
I’m telling you
don’t press defcon 4.
We’re at the Geneva Convention.

It’s so shallow
if I even make it this far.
I want your hands off hate.
We’ve got to get down into the bowels of society to do that.
That’s why I’m chargin’ bulls
wearin’ red.
I’m down to this science,
and you’re in the war room.
You know what he give me?
Imaginations control,
nobody harm one another in their thoughts.
Can you see that in your mind?

This is hot stuff.
This is how we pay for peace
Emily.
Do a father to father talk about peace with Emily.
Her underwear got crowded out
by someone in her neighborhood
when she was seven or eight.
The backlist sells cookies so much slower.
She looks blind, hyperactive.
Identify that culprit with me.
No, identify with the culprit.
I’ve just spoken the secret formula that will save the world.
I’ve just spoken huge change.

You have my record.
It was a peace mission.
You’re just the Alamo.
Behind you,
that’s not a peacemaker.
Someone in the vestibules
throwing us all to evil.
They even have a financial access.
Hide and seek
the world demon.
And pray you don’t see him.
It’s a calamity.
Donny, filter.

Read the endless pages.
I’ll have the affordable print tomorrow.
I just copy movies.
I don’t have a thing to say that flowers
a reader’s turnover.
I don’t get published in the sky.
I just sit in my room and write
long letters to humanity.

I’m a shrill voice.
I run the gauntlet of change.
I slip and slide all the time
all over your meaning’s worth.
I Excalibur this now,
put it in a format for you to use/see. [words spoken simultaneously]

Do me a favor,
huddle up.
We’ve got no other choice.
I think the Griffins and the McCoys said that.
Did I just say enemies should speak to each other?
Without contempt.

I’m a Jew you know that.
Don’t hate me for it.
I’m a rightwing political bureau.
I think we would even charity you.
Do suicide
and pull down your pants a pedophile;
can you find anyone that doesn’t want you dead
or not allowed to breathe?

This is poetry central,
giving time a voice
so it can move us away from destruction and decay,
so it can bring meaning into our lives,
give sense to things,
and it can get bigger than all that
be there for us.
It can evolve time.

That’s the secret to noon.
We are not worthy of its hour.
We can’t get out of our sleeping beds.
The world is on fire,
and everybody thinks it’s as plain as day:
horse rider you started it,
you comin’
from a land seize,
or the hideous government,
or a cooperation bring us to our knees.

We’re to blame for the execution,
all of us,
each one of us.
You hear that?
You’re on it all the time.
A government oppresses its people,
and nobody sees the people themselves flavor it.
Take the litmus test.
Who supplies them with the labor
to enforce and to punish and to obey?
The numbers wanting free,
that’s not big enough to form a majority, is it?
And even they oppress
the numbers wanting to obey.
Do we call them traitors?

Let’s click on you.
You would not accept my submission, would yah?
I don’t even think you’d understand it.
Pop goes the weasel.
Another one bites the dust. [heard sung by Queen, line names song]
Oh the poems I’ve wasted on you.

Can I get at this singular event,
I get taken in by somebody
a poet speaking?
I’m still dawn on social approval.
Can we get at being human?
This poem’s for you,
a higher source for love,
even when you’ve exposed yourself on TV.
So filled our cabinet and left.
I’m a garbage bag.
I take only a minute to throw away,
but take a minute and look.
I’m sculptured,
rounded to your looks on things.

You know what you told me when you were a child,
sooner or later—
thank you for the Pepto-Bismol,
so I can start with you
just knock on the door and tell ‘em you’re hungry dammit,
for the zest of life,
more than someone who sucks their thumb;
I need to know I’m safe, okay?
I’m this contradiction in terms—
that kid.

This is the draw-sight for human beings:
love everybody’s neighbor,
love and support.
Crazy kid,
he loves a pedophile.
We give it much more than it came from,
call it much more than it is:
I love you too honey child.

You hear us now.
We are not strangers on earth.
We carry the world in the litany of our smile.
That’s 12 o’clock high.
That’s our love song.
Is that child safe with me?
We bring the world together.

Do you wanna make climate?
It worked for our team so much.
Film this great, narrow, stone bed.
To put them in the mall?
Pathway.
I’ll have a Rottweiler to try to stay down there
to put you in touch with time.
She just makes everything so real.
She's down there right now,
a love angle.

Can we calamity this?
That’s the nature of this paper,
the spirit of love.
And I’ve just waved a red flag under your nose.
Control yourself, will yah?
I’m not asking you to accept pain to a child
or harm done to him.
I think I’ve reached into your hate basket and pulled out the biggest one:
you can’t put these two together
and make a story out of love.

Self-defense mechanisms aside,
that’s how I define the world:
and he’s safe with me.
Now let’s look at your self-doubts.
Is he safe with you?
Will you kill him because you’ve seen him on this page
close to someone who loves boys?
Is this to make you feel safe?

Look,
let’s give everybody some room to breathe.
Mighty this one;
imagine this one—
I have a missed call:
no,
it’s not a hateful love.
It’s right on time:
for all the world to see.

The Meaning of Christopher Robin

photo by Mithun

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

Every mind scattered.
People lost their feet.
Their hearts swallowed.
It was the season of the day.
It was this creature they saw comin’.
Even a killer we don’t make stink as bad.
He’s the monster we’re all warned about,
as far as I’m concerned,
the vice president
of soon to find out.
He’s an incredibly unwelcome human being.

I know who you are.
You are not the world is watching.
How littler you are—
world teachings
meant for the derelict
and the hole.
I oppose you with my very breath.
I spit in your eye.
You are loathsome to me.
You are the reason we have sin.
Just stand up and sing, will yah,
like you’re a demigod.

This is contemporary
we have an outcast;
we have someone who sins
in the worst way one can today.
There’s Jesus the bastard child.
His society loathed him
because he carried sexual sin
a birthmark.
God was not his father to his villagers.
Now the Gospels make sense.
Does gay matter?
He carried the cross
to all his contemporaries
before the present time.
They hunted him down
and made him suffer hell’s wrath.
Now you think the pedophile your worst enemy,
not understanding the role he plays.

You’ve been indoctrinated for this.
It’s on everybody’s lips.
It’s not who you are.
It’s not even what you’re about.
You’re just succumbing to the time spirit’s rage,
and you mistake world opinion for very God.
Can I get you to stop this?
Can I get you to be human,
the real thing,
someone who mates with divinity?

You’re lookin’ at
the road to healing,
the way a pyromaniac catches fire
with the one principle aim on his list:
keep fire out of harm’s reach.
Imagine the plight of the pedophile.
Do you think he can do it,
give a child what he needs and not sin?
We’ve reached world conclusion
if we can’t bring it all together
and not act out our harmful impulses.

You think I’m a madman don’t you,
taking the guts of the matter
and putting them on the table.
I am that thing among you
shuttling
what will bring us wholeness to ourself.
We have to live with desire.
No one can take it from us,
not even the spiritual path.
Alone with your desire,
my God the pedophile no way,
you dirty rotten bastard.
And the strength of this prohibition
counsels the opinion of every person
except the mature in heart,
and it’s all wrapped up in hate.

Can we count how many pedophiles are around children?
A spooky answer,
you might imagine millions
all over the world.
It’s a bona fide human condition.
Well what’s the way out of this?
We’d have to recover
a whole way of being human,
holistic.
We’d have to be the right answer.
May I introduce myself?
I’m world poem.
I am the poetry
that brings you by the hand through desire
and takes you to the world.

Although it’s of course for a general audience, this poem was written specifically for Rod Hemsell, a founder of and lecturer at The University of Human Unity in Auroville. He’s a longtime member there and an important voice in the community. I posted the following comment on his Facebook page on a post where he advertises his new book of poetry and photography, although the photos are by someone else:

“I’ve sent you material in the past, and you’ve ignored me. I understand that the time spirit, world opinion, especially American opinion, says you must ghost someone like myself. But I would guess you would not call your book an expression of the time spirit, of world opinion. It’s talking about oneness, the Self in all, not surrendering to jealousy, hatred and fear. It’s precisely here I make my point. I doubt you will talk to me kindly and openly, but you would at the very least read my poem?

I’ve watched two videos of your new book, and I will tell you how what I’ve seen and read strikes me. I think the poetry is good, but it’s not something I can get my hands on. By that I mean it’s high thoughts and feelings, ideals we want to live up to but almost never do, a hypocrisy your poetry speaks about. It’s not down to earth, as much as that seems to be your aim in using the photos you’re using. The photos are beautiful, but I think to express the meaning of the poem they could be more human and less raw nature. I would ask about the inspiration of the book, whether the lines of the poetry came whole into your mind via the inner voice, or did you have to compose them, however much you felt to be under the rush of inspiration. And the photos, did your inner vision choose many or any of them to use with the verses?

Whether or not your poetry comes via the inner voice I don’t know, but I want to show you a poem that does, where much of the media used also comes from inner vision. It’s different that most anything being written today called poetry. It’s also different than the poetry of the past, as it’s an expression, in my opinion, of the muse of poetry today. And it’s written by someone who has learned to receive inspiration in the manner the poetry school of Sri Aurobindo teaches, if I may call it that, speaking of The Future Poetry and all that. What’s really different about it is that it doesn’t speak a level above everything but speaks right here where we’re at. I’m leaving a link to the poem I’m describing: https://harms-end.com/2022/07/24/trace-through-ideas-about-the-city-of-human-unity-the-fifth-read/

He deleted the comment. I wrote the poem before I discovered that, or I should say my muse did, as it could see his reaction without the aid of the five senses. I’d really like him to read this poem, if not also the one I sent him a link to, hence this explanation of whom it was written for, and I’d really like the reader to see the brick wall I’m facing.

The Well of Human Unity

photo by Donny

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

Goin’ through the tunnel of a poem,
I sit here and write to you.
I puppy every morning.
That’s a little boy I get off to school
or get ready for the day.
Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed no,
he’s a bear.
He’s difficult to deal with
in the morning times.
I just do my job.
Stand around and baby me!
Hold that thought while I iron your uniform.
J.A.R.V.I.S., mach 4!
And on goes the uniform.
It’s a rush to get him off to school.
And there we go.

I really like my job.
I don’t get annoyed too easily.
I’m giving the world its fresh morning start.
I’m giving God his clothes for the day.
That boy gets my full attention.
He’s my special project.
What does he think about it?
You’d have to see it believe it:
he just wants to be with me all the time.
What do I give him that other people don’t?
I give him the bell role,
and he sure makes use of that bell.
I am so delighted to be in his presence.
I cherish him
a devoted man,
hang on his every word,
well almost,
and just shower him with attention.
We’re not always there.
So much time we spend alone
doing our own thing
in close proximity.
Even now he’s on the computer
a few feet away.

Why do I give him this attention?
I can’t give you a label that fits.
Nothing I can call myself works.
Pederast, pedophile, boy lover,
I think you’d think of sex.
You don’t understand.
I love him
in that special way you love boys
when they embody to you your other half.
Let me explain.

I think we all desire union
with a person to fulfill ourselves.
It’s not always the opposite sex.
I think you’ve accepted gay and lesbian unions,
although some people still have problems with the sex.
Well here we are with a boy
representing my opposite half to me.

Okay put God there
you tell me offended by the relationship,
and that’s what I have done.
The boy’s not God for me.
God’s lookin’ at me through that boy.
Now imagine if you really saw this.
I’m not there to harm him, am I?

Granted,
it’s not easy to sacrifice sex and the romantic squeeze.
You do it because you have to.
You love that boy.
You love humanity,
and God you love,
and you don’t forget you love yourself.
Now tell me love can’t do it.

It is stronger than your hate,
what I’ve had to overcome to sacrifice sex,
your hatred.
You’re the biggest obstacle a pedophile faces
in making it right with children.
You can’t even see this.
Sitting in your buffered self,
you can’t see your hate reach the world.
Consciousness is to you a byproduct of brain,
and the hidden consciousness we all share,
you just deny.
A bubble’s worth,
it means no more.
Are you following me?
Now what do we do with pedophiles?

Now tell me love isn’t strong enough
to get them to love kids right.
You are so mistaken with your animal impulses.
You give hate the day.
A pedophile has a purpose if he could be made right.
Let’s grasp a little boy by the horns.
He needs a lot of focused attention,
and no not every pedophile would have one,
and I don’t know how many little boys need a pederast at their side.
Soul manages things,
and we’ve got so much to learn to let it do that.

I’ve made a beginning
to give you this example,
the making of a poet.
Will you hear me?
Anyway here we go.
Let's book ends meet.
He's in patterned straights.
He has the divine attention.
I just look after him.
The divine attention melts
into that he is a poet.
I keep him open to that line.
That's my job with him.

The logic of a poem,
it’s clear on certain things.
Let’s play with boy love, shall we?
Every boy has potential
to be something worthwhile in this world,
I mean in human stakes,
raise our integer.
I’m sorry girls too,
but that’s not my discussion today.
You think I’m talking fame.
I’m talking make us a better people,
and many are unknown who do that.
Now where do we bring the boys along,
the ones who have that mark
of adding meaning to our lives?
Why not a pedophile brings them,
not barring other people can?
I don’t think you know the meaning of pederasty
as an ideal mentoring us along one boy at a time.
You imagine only sex.

And where do we take this vehicle from,
in its proper form,
what brings humanity closer to itself?
Have you ever heard of human unity?
No believe me you have not.
Every area of human life
has to charge itself to human unity.
Every perversion has to find the divine purpose behind it.
This is not a communist manifesto.
God is the unity of all,
the God that brings oneness
as the guiding principle of our lives.
It’s a process of soul.

All our ships will have to be recommissioned.
Every institution,
marriage, family, law and order,
and all our means of employment,
has to produce human unity to survive.
It’s a lofty idea.
Put in practical terms it means fundamental change.
The very engines of society have to change.
Anybody who they are by nature
will have to be dealt with
in the light of human unity,
the most perverted,
and it’s there we reach harm’s end.

Nothing is done we prepare in school.
What would it be anyway different?
Look who we are
and match with that who.
Perfection comes from both of them,
the creature of the world
and the creature of God.
Bruno!
Ideology
can’t put up with this,
someone dangerous.
I don’t think an annual wait would work.
You would have to show them
the way of life to change.
Oh my God experimentation,
how you have to do that.
That means it can’t be a national field,
set about by its laws.
It means overturnin’ bein’ human.
I’m there with a camera
right in your argue belt.
We’re almost there,
where you see my contribution.

Individual's place power,
look at this.
I’m talking to you today
the very thing I’m talking about.
How do you propose this?
Well can you think of better circumstances
for human unity to come waltzing into the room,
when the lights of human unity Auroville are almost out?
The city will still be there
even when human unity is not
where it is taking itself.

You want Auroville the city of the status quo,
government-run Auroville.
You’re not going to produce the new human being.
No radical shift in consciousness there.
Rules cannot arrive at human unity.
How we’ll have to overcome consciousness,
all these formations of ill will floating around.
Tell me the outer process sees this.
It takes an inner revolution
overturning society’s ways.
We need circumstances for that.
We need Auroville.

And there you are in Auroville
arguing for land this and that,
ecological green, the keys to the office, what have you.
Something more fundamental’s at stake.
Can you see where we’re at?
We’re at the very crossroads of the city itself.
Who’s taking over,
the ordinary way of life or human unity,
and who will Auroville produce,
just more people or the superman?
It’s time for you to decide.

The Indian government can’t do it.
It will just produce the Indian government.
It has no means to outgrow itself.
You’d need a charter that says what it needs,
and we go from there.
You have the charter in your hands
the Mother wrote.
To listen to superman,
he's always on time.
Where are you gonna get a map?
Look right here.
Can you see the way?
If you're like me,
it'll take you awhile to see it.
And another little baby child is born in the ghetto. [heard sung, by Elvis]
There's just so much at stake,
and we need to hurry.
So race to human unity on itself.
Alright news, listen.
Cause man help.