understanding – Harm's End

The emotional cost of suffering,
that’s just the same age as my three-year-old son.
Where do we light these lamps?
You can’t get at this with your green card.
Understanding dawns slowly,
or it doesn’t dawn at all.

Blow it out of proportion,
everything you see in a day.
We are present moment bound.
The rocks and the rivers and the trees and the forest,
they spend time with you there.
You can’t seem to sort it out.
The past is a distant mirror,
the future a scary glow,
and the eternal now escapes your grasp.

Did that just happen,
my childhood all in tatters?
I’ve learned to wear the good moments
my social persona.
Oh you bleeding heart liberal,
shut up.
I make even the liberals mad.

The child is what’s wrong with humanity,
your child you wear on your sleeve.
It’s all in a day’s work,
make that child behave and wear diapers.
Keep them out of our hair.
Oh fuck it’s duty time,
and even if we pay close attention,
we rob them of their feelings.

Don’t feel that feel this.
I want you to.
It’s a holocaust of toddler feelings
keeping them clean and pampered.
The Earth Mother approves
no, no, that’s free,
your self-exploratory muscle in the mud
pullin’ your own flowers,
you naked little thing.

It’s not all about socialization
or managin’ their time.
Do you want their attention?
I was gonna put a bridge on,
a warm, comfortable love free from the world
all available to you now.
Let’s get you cleaned up and eat.

The origin of sufferin’ in the breakdown of the bicameral mind, /
GooGoo and Gaga speak out.
It’s psychedelic in here you know.
We’re all over the place,
and those body feelin’s are meshed with the world,
and even the refrigerator has eyes.
Watch me bump my head and punish what I hit.
I fell down and the world made me,
sneaky fellow.

Alright fine, spank them,
and masters of the universe
has just defeated their life.
You don’t know the cost of touch here.
You’re not trippin’.
Fine, fine, we’ll put them in Montessori.
I don’t think you know the cost of raising a child.
Am I escapin’ reality?

Square one we need a new society.
It can’t be based on money it has to be based on children,
and the thought is God.
We are raising God.
Now put God’s hands upon the Earth.
Low and behold we have a new Earth.

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

This is like fire.
This is electricity,
horses, I don’t know.
Take the sound off.
You have a pay by go guide,
a living tree.
What do I do with it?
It’s not of public interest.
You hear me?

Magical,
it broadcasts the sun.
I just sit here and read it.
It’s got lives in it.
It’ll tell you anything you need to know.
So much to hear.

I’m not fond of it
where poems are concerned.
It’s like a tunnel I have to go through.
It’s got me until the end.
Can you say it?

Let’s twist the words around I’m sorry,
can you meaning?
No, it’s not a broken muse.
I’m godawful sorry
for things.
I don’t know how to show this to you.
Do I take my hat off?

I think about you a lot,
where feeling meets life.
I don’t drag my wrong through my mind at every moment.
I think about how you feel.
I put myself in your shoes.
Remorse has this as a gun.
Repentance means these words
and a lifetime of service to humanity.

I gut feeling this.
I’m racked by your pain,
sit at my computer and cry
when I encounter it,
or in my mind’s eye when I rove around the world.
Your loss rents my breast,
the pain of the tortured child,
the destroyed city,
the puppy dog that’s lost its owner,
the man that’s done something wrong,
terribly hurt somebody.
I want to gather you all up in my arms
a power of God to heal,
but I have not God’s strength,
and I can only feel my inadequacies to help.

Let me tell you my strategy.
I have a world
in front of my face,
all these people I care for,
tend to when they’re sick,
encourage them when they’re down,
counsel them when they need,
cook for them when they’re hungry,
shop for them when they need things,
carry their dreams in my heart
to help give some interpretation.

I listen to them.
I hold their hands.
Half of them are dogs.
A puppy is to me a human child,
and I spend all day with one,
giving her that special attention,
and with a human child,
giving that concentrated care.
It’s how I take care of you.
When I look in their little eyes I see all the world.

Can you feel me here?
I am a servant of mankind.
I am my brother’s keeper,
and I love you so very much.
Have you heard me?

Forgiveness is a model
for the road to understanding.
It’s not something you do
like a magic out of thin air.
We know not yet the issue of our deeds.
We cannot see their fount.
We have a whole ride to do that,
a great big storybook to learn.
It takes inner searching
to a degree most are uncomfortable with.

Understanding comes that way,
in the middle of forgiveness.
Can we learn forgiveness?
Can we bring peace on earth?

Harm's End

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