The Void fashions thought,
gives it the clothes you wear.
We bury the world there.
We’re all over each other
in drowning reality,
and each one of us wears woe is me clothes
tryin’ to describe our reality to another,
even if we don’t feel that way.
It’s the default among us.
Just read some poetry and see.
It won’t lift you to the skies,
poetry club after poetry club.
Do you know how bottomless this is?

I don’t know where to end this.
By Dylan’s side.
I don’t think he’s learned to be sad yet
as his disposition.
He’s two,
and I wear him on my sleeves today
his minder,
really protecting his freedom,
no anger, no swats,
and no is not a word I cram down his throat.
I like his natural freedom
and his natural state of joy.


Where does it come from?
I can sit in the same tub and not be happy.
He’s an expert at this.
He knows where the joy is,
the merger inside of him with his environment.
I don’t think we’ve reached a separate Dylan yet
all in his own clothes.
The joy is phenomenal.
He just screamed and looked at me,
and I gave a pirate’s laugh.
I like the sound of joy.

His frank littleness operates on my moods,
and I can taste his taste with the world.
You have to hold on
there’s stickers there.
The world will grab you,
and all falls down.
You have to be careful there,
and everything has eyes you know,
even the water bucket.
How amazing this is.
I coo
and talk to those eyes
a speech pre-language wears.
Identified with Dylan
with a poet’s laugh,
I’m in his jolly roger don’t you see?

Now what happens when we’re three?
Identity with the world please,
it no longer storms our room.
I could be seven,
and joy becomes something monumental
we chase the dogs with.
It’s not homegrown anymore.
It’s not our natural state.
We’ve put on man.

I’m on poet’s wings,
and I’m identified with what’s in front of me.
You can’t do this writing about your make up.
It’s how we discover the world,
reaching poet wings
reaching the starlight,
where God sees everything glow.
It put us together in ancient times,
grabbed civilization out from the paws of nature,
a poet’s look guide,
and we’re born you and me
so much’d civilized clothes,
and a poet born language don’t you know.
It came from the skies
added to our feet down below.

Where’s all this goin’?
And we write it down in speech,
great big letters of world maker’s art
that came in vision or dream,
and we fountain a language with it.
A poet saw that.
I’m not here to hear you scream,
and kill all these damn flies.
That’s the muscle we wear.
The poet has the architect of civilization
we grasp here.
You don’t know from on high.
You don’t know these robes.
I’m speechless.
Yeah, you would be.
Well I be damned.

The chaos of the toddler,
it writes your poem.
They don’t know dirty,
and they have no sense of mistake.
They don’t know danger.
A grandpa’s life is dangerous,
and he gave that toddler reach.
It’s not playin’ with the same cars
of a society toolkit.
They meditate together
on meaning.
The boy feels the rush.
It’s living.
I can’t draw your papers from here,
but I’m showin’ yah how we’re made.
I can’t explain it to yah
so that you wear the same cars,
but I accelerate growth.

That’s not dangnabbit,
or any role of violation.
It’s where that guy sees the stars.
Are you with me on this?
For a nice mental health,
where it counts,
it’s in that toddler child.
You don’t want to falter there.
They’re bright and shiny objects from the universe,
and they just love to play.
They don’t need a hard time.

Just organize them
the storybook of the universe,
and they mean something more
than I am tired,
irritate me one more time and I’ll slap you,
or I’m horny please me.
Don’t be confused with their gatherin’.
There’s a child there with their tall eyes
bein’ the Earth for you,
and every touch counts,
and they love to be touched and cuddled.
They wear your fingers
for the rest of their lives,
your harsh tone,
your can’t take it anymore.
All of humanity needs to see this.

Listen,
it’s not possible today is it?
This is too cutting edge.
This is too model.
Don’t take their joy away.
Let them be rising and kind and kids
by you’re conducing a sacrifice
for their wellbeing.
Can’t you see this Paul
when you get home from work,
and you’re tired,
and momma there in the kitchen,
that meal’s better than that child?
And we can reverse the roles and do the same thing
or join them.
What would daycare say?
Keep them busy no.
Let them occupy themselves
with whatever,
and watch them there.
We want them to organize themselves,
no just obey masters
and do what they’re told.

Can you see my thought’s skies?
We don’t want a subservient human being.
We want society to challenge the world.
We want a greater world bear.
We are on earth for no other thing.
How could you argue with yourself?
Beginning right now,
make that toddler’s world better
by your lovin’ hands and freeze,
no shouting, no hitting,
no inappropriate hands.
Goo Goo and Ga Ga,
they just inherited the world,
and it was nice to them.
Oh man see this.

Make a child’s day.
Make every moment count.
Can yah?
Will yah?
It’s growin’ up to be you.
A vehicle burned by society’s ways,
a damaged vessel,
do you really wanna put that on that kid?
Let them play in the dirt and mud.
They’re not going to murder themselves,
hurt society with it.
Aren’t you right there
to prevent mouthfuls
and rocks up their nose?
They’re testin’ time,
where all the dirt goes.

Aren’t you glad you see that,
their special put together?
It makes for good kids,
lettin’ them be the little animals they are
when they’re two,
no inhibitions,
not feedbacks.
They’re beautiful little tigers,
and we give that little creature kindness
and consideration
in every mood they wear.
We just don’t let them tear up the ship,
or express their violence towards other people
and puppy dogs,
and we teach them to be kind to ourselves
with the kindness we give them,
and who would let a toddler hurt himself?

You gotta be swift and fast,
and you’re gonna make mistakes.
The little monster’ll test your patience,
the little cuddly bear.
You’re farmin’,
know that,
and you determinin’ that child’s life.
A great big heavy thing in life,
we shape our children by our touch and mood,
and the most important time’s before three,
monumental she wrote.
I’m infinity’s cards,
and I’ve just showed you the spasm of life,
where it most counts:
hey baby,
oh you new thing.
Can you dig it?

It’s the living fetal position for animals,
the punishment chair.
Stop this motion.
Order the pens to our insight.
I was thinking first of Dylan.
I didn’t chatter my teeth there.
My comfort,
his parade,
he got the money’s worth.
I can’t spell this out for you.
It’s long on time.
What do we do with him,
pull his pants down and shoot ‘im,
arrange him in the corner,
blister his butt?
Let’s call him kings,
and you’re his subject
most of the time.
Can you get that?

Wow he’s free
to make decisions
that don’t harm him.
You’re followin’ him around a puppy dog.
Did I just say something mean?
It is exhausting,
but you’re right there
as he explores the world.
Too wild to keep,
my parents put a dog there,
highly efficient at watching me.
Outside he followed me everywhere.
I brought some of the memories back.
Can you believe he talked?
Used all the sounds a dog makes
to convey meaning.
Boy get away from there.
You stop that behavior at once.
It was a pleading sound with authority.

Buckshot was extraordinary,
a big dog from army parents,
half Shepard half Collie.
He came from a military base.
Can you see it?
We’ve been doin’ it all along
in our homes and in our backyards,
but we can make it an official duty of mankind,
train dogs to watch kids.
The little one’s too exhausting to keep up with.
They need special care,
and a good dog can give it.

Am I meaning here?
Do you know how much this helps the child?
The love of a dog
opens up society to them
in the ways of love,
and if it’s a lone child,
they pay attention to another person in their play.
Let’s put a handle on their selfishness shall we?
That big dog can protect itself
and is a sense on the world we don’t.
The consciousness shares
between a dog and child,
that’s the link right there,
but I’m gettin’ far ahead of you.
You don’t know you do this with Dog.
We are more than their masters,
and they are our children.

Buckshot grows.
Would you believe he’d take my hand in his mouth
and lead me back to the house
if I passed the invisible barriers that said too far?
There was a dog there
on his way to human.
You don’t know that’s what dogs are doing with us.
In the evolution of soul
they become man
after climbing the latter of Dog.

What did you think they were doing with us?
I put dogs in the throne room too,
kids with fur and tail
and adorable ears.
There was this hole in evolution,
and we created Dog
to fill it
when we were ready in soul,
when we became men and women firm enough on the ground
to fill it.
At the role of civilization,
and then came Dog.

I’ve gotten angry again,
and I just shut it off and move on,
apologizin’ profusely to that kid.
How is this learned?
The heart is open to soul.

The heart is open to that kid.
Profound love dwells there
that can heal anything.
Careful with that soul.
I guess I’m a witness
that you let out.
I’m not an icicle.
I am love everywhere found,
deep feelings of release
into the sincerity of the moment.

You are love there
watch your nose,
and you obey your nose
no longer.
You’re not led by the nose anywhere.
You’re compelled to soul choices,
complete understanding
not offended by anything,
and where you find love
you find the wisdom to use it
to correct that child,
the strong love that knows its pants
that can say no to things that harm
and make that child know he caused it
without those feelings of guilt that block remorse.

You surface the soul you know.
It’s what takes over
as you’re doin’ it,
a sadhana out of ego.
It heals.
It wears a crown.
It makes everything right.
That’s what we’re doin’ here,
being soul,
a manual for the new millennia,
how to be safe with our kids
in diapers and into the terrible twos,
and they’re comin’ unto themselves threes and fours.
We are expensive with the toddler,
lavish on them
our heartfelt attention,
and that’s the history of science
that makes a better world.

We need a role model,
and I’ve lifted up a poem for you
that comes from higher sources,
the role of a poet,
a special use of language wear,
and poetry that I have,
I’ve returned us to our origins,
where the poet revealed to us the world
and gave us strong ideas how to live in it.
It be compatible
with what the world needs.
I can’t account for its audience,
but here take another poem.

We walked out a miracle.
We walked out back.
Did yah listen?
The applications are enormous.
I am in any thought
you use to harbor children.
A family of pioneers asks a lot about a new generation.
Well I’ve got that orbit.
I’m asking me this I’m asking you:
what’s conducting God in our filthy experiment?
The eyes of the child.

The pictures,
we’re gonna keep looking,
and another FMG,
it was on the film net.
Would you cause me to live?
I’ve gone further than I am,
and I don’t feel badly about it.
Broadly I read you.
You know Stoppa was running.
They didn’t know what they were doing.
This was the parade.
I’m tellin’ yah I’m sorry.
I'm not fighting wars with children anymore.
Can you get a load of that redemption?
Be hostile where joy was,
their glasses
whole birthplace humanity
right on time.
Good afternoon.

The change in consciousness ahead,
get me my improvement
I’ve penned these days.
Why would I be running from it?
See a bullock cart,
I can’t get out of this view.
Got some dirt,
it springs into anxiety.
I put it
on the lawn
and deal with it.
I don’t know exactly when it happened,
the line of consciousness drawn.
I’m a senior builder.
Stopness,
seriously wellbeing,
birth has a lot more to do with it than nature.
Is that so?
I gave a poem
that talks about
relief.
I’m not gonna pull it to my pants down.
Were you like a screwdriver yet,
you’re used?
Can I answer that question?