Sand-written Christians claiming to remember
the computer's food,  in jeopardy & daughters
dancing enough in the Temple;           & heard
over the radio on the table;    naturally hidden
off a gypsy feeling the heat from burning
torches, ways corner holding the *******'s
picture of her mom; Jack's lover in sheath town could
bring to move more corporate leather desert
skinny lady's dawn planet body like a hairy mantle;
a shade; In the kissed him,               and as much as
they call it, Latin east of the garden to look
  at the lights of the flame of the knowledge
         of the plastic Einstein's abstract sense,
           the invisible is greater than the sight
              of the beat the bottom of the New;
moving sweat, receives fate come to be known
is a living being hot the skin,   which is the fall
of the leaves according to the letter;              to play a stranger
                                     the true lord,
is taken to read the goddess, in the middle of the book
of b/c leading to a hot start for you to speak to the queen
of the stomach, a teenager's clothes & the waves of the wide part
of the shore of ***** almost to stand still the middle of the night,
a witch holds the lady naked; 1 shall return against the writer
that he is already a-dying, blessed are they,
w/ their armed sect Moorish & thin, of course,
to leave behind the knees bathing  
       in the hot springs in the Hills?
[The cut is greater than the tongue of madness
                               of the sounds of a loud ****],
30 shall be the wicked desires of Asian investors;
Said the Christian, remember what the computer does;
I put food on the table, natural daughter dancing
enough to house music on the radio hidden off in the corner;
holding a gypsy & feeling burning torches;               the ways of prostitutes
have the same mom as Jack; lover's sheath in a state
where she is able to move more corporately, in its skin,
as the body of a planet; the light of the wilderness
of the ladies' skinny body like a hairy garment:
& they in the shadow; Kissing him, & beyond their means
call Latin east of the garden & look at the lights;
in the flame from the knowledge of the plastic Einstein,
in the abstract, the invisible things is greater than
the number of people viewing the bottom
of the trendy  new thing that moves the sweaty way to accept a fate
to be known,    that being to be alive
or to be hot on the skin, which is in the leaves of the
trees which   were according to the letter to play the
stranger in the future he is true, LORD taken in the Law
of the goddess, for you to speak to the queen
of the middle of the little book out of a hot start
to the ventricle of a teenager    the garments b/c the
waves to the shore of the broad middle of the night,
told by a witch who can barely stand the mistress
of the city,                he was naked;         Then returned
to the 1-in's, which is already dying,
happy w/ the sect in the arms of a Moorish one indeed,
to leave on its knees in the Hills?
the cut is greater than insanity,
a loud banging noise of languages;
                                                      the wicked desires of Asian investors

Whitewashed to seem a clockwork machine
but inside the gears are grinding.
The blue H supposed to be a sign for help
now a sign for the hundreds
        of thousands or more ripped from the unsuspecting

The desperate don’t ask questions
They depend, they trust, they’re vulnerable
We’ve let them be violated

But it’s not our fault! we protest

The system was built up this way
individually and corporately
The promise of billions or more in paper
        outweighing the value of a life
and now this is the way it is

So see, we say, it’s not our fault!...
Not yet

We’ve been putting band-aids on this broken limb
Oh, can’t you see, It’s broken!
If we let it heal wrong, we’ll just have to break it all over again

It’s in the oath
Know not how to cure the disease,
you call in a colleague
This has nothing to do with pride
        or whose system is working best
We have to learn from the success of the rest

These mistakes are at the stakes of human lives
This broken system can't keep the tally on our side

It’s only our fault if we don’t try.

We are a chorus
of chaotic consumers
of materialistic addicts,
of capitalistic users.

We are violently virulent,
cashing checks
that are already spent.

We devour and destroy
to acquire
the new toy
or gadget we desire
to employ
for temporary amusement.

Then when someone
explains this,
claims it
can be better
we become bitter,
and break them
on the wheel of
social separation.

We consume and excrete
all the metal and plastic
crap that was manufactured
to satisfy this corporately
fractured life.

I will not walk the road to war
not succumb to fear
or become numb to what my ears hear.

Truth is humanity.
Compassion is the highest morality.
Violence is the ultimate failure.

I live to live,

Thrive to give what I have to give
forgive when I can,

Understand
what I can of each woman, child,
and even you my friend
a war like man.

But, I will not trample the masses
to satisfy the wicked desires
of a handful of old corporately corrupted men.

Karma so often overlooked
self-evident personally
and corporately, decisions.

The spaceship kind,
Questionable,
But not really less of an invite,
Corporately saying,
So that had to switch it up,
Basically, a lot.
On the other hand,
Main components to provide them for personal joy too,
Like the microscope particularly for water droplets, and I mean like,
Of whom would say, the microscope was past time for the weather condition and not going up.
I understood, until I saw them still wearing latex on that day preparing to go up.
They proudly, sort of would always be ready because of feeling part of introducing a new air during which it would clear if ever that were the case.
One day, my parents will be grandparents, but not by me,
And I can't fathom nonetheless of inviting a child or children to enhance their style of going up during water droplets in the clouds.