In Dire Straits

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This poem was sent to the editorial board of Renaissance (BharatShakti) of The Sri Aurobindo Society, who I’ve submitted poems to that use obscene language and present ideas people don’t like to talk about. It has been published by Edge of Humanity Magazine: https://edgeofhumanity.com/2024/11/11/harms-end-blog-by-donny-lee-duke-in-dire-straits/

We have that place where,
yep, you need to turn on that character light.
I would say he does not deserve the title respect
call him.
Thank you sadhak.
Nat started a story.
It was obscenity of being,
the crazy what’s up nails trauma
a bunch of us go through.
Are we on your calendar?

You’re nice and pretty.
Does that mean you’re good
in the sense of good to all of us?
We’ve got a world here in a tin can.
It hurts everybody.
You would not like a story that makes you mean.
Is that transformative?

Watch movies that’s all you see,
a blight of entertainment
“televised from the gulfs of Night” [from Savitri, an epic poem by Sri Aurobindo]
that tells stories
to pit you against one another,
to make your blood boil,
to let the demons in.

There isn’t a place on the planet it’s not
on your local TV.
This is what we’ve gotta get out of,
get back to our dream maker
as the one we watch and write.
Is that a perverted slam?

You would boil at the inner consciousness
because it pits you against your morality papers:
don’t say cuss words;
don’t mention sex;
don’t talk about getting your dick sucked when you were five
by your mother.
What have I just done?

I let the inner consciousness in
in language that grabs you and moves you,
that has the day on it,
that gives you a porn whereabouts
so many faces are into these days.
It hits you where you’re at
if you can’t tell right from wrong,
if you’re lost in all this sleaze.
We’re tryin’ to reach people not preach to them.

A dream comes out
from someone who suffered this
in the language that it felt like,
and the elect can’t take it
because they don’t know how to deal with it.
They’re into quotes of Sri Aurobindo and pictures of deity.
They look at spirituality as the cure
and not addressin’ what’s wrong
in the language that needs to.

Everybody just be nice.
Make your concentration daily
and let no wrong movements in.
Be cheerful and happy.
There’s no end to the advice
in spiritual seeking.
Let’s get down to the nitty-gritty of life.
Let’s use those quotes to solve problems.
The Mother and Sri Aurobindo are a wealth of that,
applied in ways you haven’t imagined yet,
because you’re religious and one-sided.

We need to heal,
so many of us.
You can’t imagine what it’s like
where hell has opened in humanity.
This is all over the globe,
terrible stories
that’ll make you cry
if you had your empathy on.

We need to heal the world first,
then spiritualize it,
and spirituality will be healing,
because that’s what it’s made for,
if it’s the soul involved.
You don’t know this.
Soul healing’s to you a preacher wrote.
It’s not test the limits of humanity
in making healing the order of the day.
This soul is wide and free.
You don’t know that either.

You look at the Gods of Overmind,
the lowest rung.
They’re moral and straight.
They have seen God in passing
one time maybe.
They are closest to us
in the ways of deity.
They make rules and regulations,
put experiments on vice
and get rid if it not heal it.
Our whole world is taken by Them.
It’s what we need to change
and bring a new order upon the Earth,
soul healing
in the dynamics of Supermind.

You don’t know how wide God is,
when it comes to the personal growth process of wholeness and healing. /
That’s been my path all along,
and it’s gotten acute where I show it to you,
all Sri Aurobindo’d.
What else can I do?
I’m his disciple
and a seer of his wisdom,
and I’ve been told to talk to you.

I’ve spent 25 years learin’ my craft,
a lifetime before that as a poet.
You can’t fault me
in preparation,
all prepared for yah.
Grab me by the balls will yah
and throw me to policemen,
or at least try to shut me up?
God’s will be done.

One editorial board member, Dr. Alok Pandey, who is listed as a “Member, Research Advisory Council, Sri Aurobindo Society,” replied to my emails, three times, the first: “May Her Grace be with you,” her meaning the Mother, the second: “What is tormenting your soul so much dear child?” and the third: “You are quite right. You seem to be an angry and arrogant brash revolting angel.  I don’t find your poetry tasteful or even poetry. It is a blurting out of things stirring in your subconscious, not mind nor higher, but inframental forces. That’s my view about your poetry. By the way I am not part of any organization nor have any access to publishing poetries so you could perhaps try some other place or person. Good luck. May the Grace be with you.” No one else on the board or in that organization has replied.

Zombies Online

photo by the author
Through the lens of the screen
we interpret reality.
This is how we get our gun.
It’s how we conduct business.
We die that way.
It’s a world in front of our face
that we miss,
we need to listen to.
What’s reality goin’ on around us?
It swallows the moon.

We’re just stale, happy, TVs in the room.
It jogs us.
It casts us aside.
We come to our computer to participate,
or put our cellphone between us and the world.
Does that make TV better?
We market our lives
sittin’ in front of a screen,
and it can be so tiny.
It’s not there you know.
You are.

We translate screens all day,
and we don’t know their rash.
It doesn’t solidify us.
We just get all choked up
on a reality ration card.
We think it excites us.
This does us in.
Get your notebook
and interpret reality with that.
Record your inner life.
Your outer life will still be there when you get back.
Those events jingle.
You can feel them with your hand.
They are real to you,
and they’re awesome.

They seem boring to you
because they step on the ordinary.
They have miracle all over them,
if you know how to look,
and do you know the world draws nigh to you when you do?
You see things
that are extraordinary,
synchronicities between thought and life
that you know somebody’s lookin’ at yah
the universe can’t hold.
These are certain stairs,
and you reach a height at noon
that reveals to you God.

You can’t see this on the screen.
It’s too confined in there.
It doesn’t have reality’s picture on it
that blankets you with stars.
It’s not where you’re at.
Oh you can move between thought and the screen
like you live there
all grown up.
You can ride lightning’s ways.
You can figure out the world
in the emptiness of its room.
You can sit and enjoy yourself.
You cannot hold hands with God.

I’m showin’ you this on TV,
and you just dyin’ to practice it in the real world, ain’t yah?
You want to see God.
You want to see thoughts larger than man.
I’m tellin’ yah they’re there
in the dry, material world.
I’ve picked up a book
and opened the pages of reality with it.
That’s my own damn TV,
where I sit in reality and wait
for the next full moon.

I sound good to your reason-sense,
but you don’t know what I’m talkin’ about.
It’s green there.
It’s got flexible and still on it,
and it’s a whole wide afternoon,
or a mornin’ that bakes bread in reality’s oven;
an evening there whispers to the stars.
You can’t get that look
onscreen.
It’s not tangible, real.
It tries to trouble you,
get you to play basketball
on digital courts.
You are mad at me no?

Let’s blame the room.
We don’t know how to put it right.
It just bleeds us
to make our reality all fucked up.
We have digitalized each other,
and this is worms.
We’re not even real people inside the machine.
We got lollipops on
we want other people to lick.
See me there?

Where does poetry go inside the machine?
It changes its meaning.
I’m starin’ at you now,
wonderin’ how many hits I get
singin’ in a dark tunnel.
Would you meet me there?
Would we get out of the machine?
I think we would find somewhere
to be humans again
not under computer programs
and not onscreen lives.

I do stay long
I do stay up here
in the companion of see.
My day’s because of it.
My time online are my thoughts
I’m tryin’ to have me killed for.
I’m not the only one
puttin’ you in touch with yourself
with my reality TV
Episode Donny.

We’ll say I was parkin’ and I saw a Muslim guy stare at me intently,
would you believe this is page one?
I’ve gotta get yah outta here.
So I turn the world upside down in your ideas,
act strange
with the written word.
Can you see me happy?
That’s most of my flower.
Now I’ll see where we’re at.
I’m not hatin’ anybody.
I’m lookin’ to end hate
so you won’t hate me.
That’s a noble enterprise.

Left the school
of bang your head against the wall,
of put out your left eye,
and so for nothing less
the reality’s keeps,
and if you see an American Jewish woman walkin’ down the street,
you wouldn’t war with Israel.
Know whadda I mean?

Wow, I think I’m healthy for the next line:
we are all one family.
We do business together that way,
on and offline.
He’s gonna put it in a bank watch this.
Why don’t you just leave it here?
Goddamnit,
could you put a photo at the top of the page
that is really, truly there because you like me?
And you enjoy your meal,
Ocean’s Eleven,
and there you have it.

How many realities of life are there?
A Boeing 747 in each one.
It’s on a fascinating, fascinating mountain not far from here.
Okay.
It’s in this poem.
Let’s go get some sleep
after the intro.
That’s not how about you rule things.
Your consciousness is up there.
I have trouble accessing it,
you are the poem.
I reckon then go,
go where your prime takes yah.
It’s right there
beyond the screen.


You just can’t do it.
What about an online pass?
We breed poems,
and I talk about accessibility.
It has that special sauce
when you’re committed to a short story a movie a play.
You don’t frontal lobe it.
You’d like to know
that word.
You thought you thought ahey? [line heard sung]
Leave me alone.
Alright be quiet.
I’ve gone back to being somebody’s poem on the internet.

It’s to help you open the world.
I’ve almost gotten you this evening.
Yes I’m quitting.
I put more butter
in my reality’s screen
to get out of the ego’s refusal to its environment.
Rest assured,
I just want God there
the vision I have always.

A quiet you find yourself in,
a silence that can see the stars,
these are the momentary hush
that come together to you for reality,
that grasp tangible God.
These are the momentary links
that give you all the nature of man.
Wind with me
to that summit.
I arrive there
the quiet in your room.
Lift with me
a moment tangible God.