In and out cars,
this one
got longer hair.
I’ll print the trailer
one horse at a time.
In the first poem, [link]
the codpiece is about enlightenment.
We need our system’s input,
and we are too skeptical for God in our lives.
The horse and pony show
makes us system mean.
We rob flowers,
in all department stores.
Terrible consequences for wood.
We get ostracized and banished from society,
and this is kingdom hall.
We bleed and we say grace
in the wrong movement.
Can you discover this?

It chops us in half,
with special counsel.
You fool erase that paint.
I have to rein it in.
Crash on symbols.
Let me monopolize
ages of reason.
That’s think tank
in our purple yard.
It’s expensive to have sex
the behavior is wrong,
and that is defined culturally,
in sudden kingdoms.
I’m a Mastodon
that lost its way
in heavy equipment.
Society won’t forgive me for that,
and it only knows the spell of society.
Can you gauge that?

We pour out morality on our sleeve.
We bury there
all our common sense.
Hallelujah I’m saved,
says the Christian in the room,
and society’s muffled because of that,
as Christians enter the Legislature
and take over government
in halls of America.
A thousand and one evils,
they all blow up on society
in a Christian yard.
It helps itself
to the wrong measure of man.
We are so much more than behavior
and bended miles.

We can’t see straight.
We can’t even look.
We’re confounded by time.
They study us,
all these wrong people in the room,
the ones who think they know the right
and have their hands on power.
They wanna move us outta here,
where we pinpoint the throes of man.
You can’t lick this chocolate.
It’s time on Earth is few.
Everybody knows the dance,
but no one knows the realization
that we are loftier than our species,
that we can make it right,
one society at a time.
This is certain gold.

We are all cattle and sheep,
unwilling to find the destination of man.
We think it’s a religious figure
or an atheist’s technology
that tries to play God.
Can you character here,
find the Sun?
We revel in sweetness,
then shoot it down with our guns.
I don’t think we know what innocence is.
It’s cropped out in school,
and we lament the loss of innocence in children,
and we stand there and rob it from them
in the harmful environment of school,
and we wanna make it harder,
put them in there longer.
Can you see this?
This is the greatest fire on Earth,
makes society a slave model
and pits us against one another.

Have I reached the end
of this talk on climate change?
It’s not felled trees I’m talkin’ about
or branded water,
or the warmin’ skies.
Can we get down to business and do the Earth?
Can we see past our little lives?
Can we see the bigger ship
that man is and will become?
How do you land down here?
We have to get right with one another,
and that’s our climate change.
If we are going to get bigger than ourselves,
we’d have to see importance in every man, woman, and child.
No one is discounted.
We come together on love,
in every set of circumstances,
unless we have to stop killin’
and people in the violent act.
We have to be strong and swift for that.
Then love finds us again
healing lives.

This will give us breathin’ room
to discover ourselves.
Without this no one’s there,
except the few who manage to escape
society’s bellows.
Where have I placed you?
Where we need to go.
Where we need to be.
Can you refuse this?
Most people will.
Necessity will bring us to it
in the eventful years ahead.
I’m a blueprint magazine,
and I have my windward sail,
and you know I’m here.

I felt the wind blows.
How to translate our lives
a meaning shifting.
You can’t ground it good.
You can’t even spell it out.
Where does it come from?
Where is it going?
It’s larger than space and time.
We have our supernal roams.
This give rise to these,
the worlds,
and we know you’re in there Mr. Nithish.
It comes close to the bottom and close to the top,
but a world is a beanpole.
We stargaze there.
We champion our own rounds.
Oh come on come up.

How do you handle a hungry man?
With patience and loving-kindness,
unless you need to shoot ‘im,
‘cause he’s in our garden.
I’ve just mentioned to you the problem.
We don’t know when to quit.
Our lives are in danger here,
but defend ourselves means this:
too much overkill.
And what do you want?
I’m sorry I’m backin’ off.
Let’s make this count.
We don’t have to be at the dinner table
in the substance of our lives.
We can be bigger than kin
and they all wear my face.
Humpy Dumpty sat on a wall.

But we’re relieved to find
we are on our way,
once we know how to get movin’.
You there,
will you just sit there and smile?
The fear of death join our room.
Can we back up this yard?
We’ve got a whole lot to loud out,
and it’s time we did not let the fear of death stop us.
Who lands this creek?
You’ve got to get up and get moving,
knowing death is always there
circling you
and the lives of your loved ones.
Accept death hell,
we’re gonna learn to change it
a long time in the future.
Meanwhile,
we don’t let it stop us
from getting bigger than ourselves.

Oh my goodness wide movement.
Morality will help you there,
but it’s not the goal.
We live and die:
oh you’re bad
temple will cook,
because it’s not your religion anymore
the church seat.
Let’s gold bottom’s up.
Where Douglas?
We’ve reached stars,
all over ourselves.
We review the Sun,
the gold I was speaking of.
Can you hear it?
It’s right there on the tail end of this poem.
Let’s get busy with it,
gettin’ the strength to see it.
I give you links,
the bread and butter.
Let’s copy this on one another:
I love you.