Mother Earth
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Non sei nessuno
Dato che non sono nessuno
Sei qualcuno
Come io sono qualcuno
C'è una sola umanità
She smiles at the sun
Taking in its rays with joy
She rejoices in its light
Dances in its presence
And admires its everlasting beauty
Fuego de amor que quema y destruye
Fuego, fuego que duele
Fuego del infierno que maldice
Mata y causa la muerte.
O mother of nightingales
O constellation curator
She who sweetly sings the sunset
Kiss beneath that good moon night
That dark pale night light
Clasp your hands on my life
The waning of my soul
Disoriented in a deep forestnoticing a strange looking treewhose dry bark was greatly gnarled,camouflaged well within its trunkthrough its knots it appeared like an old man with a long beard of white
lest we orbit
Weyekin's bode
amidst the fire
of our obsessions,
recherche ciphers
within wet ashes,
charcoal forests'
"Mother Earth", you are an extraordinary being,
A mother of fervent virtue and benevolence,
"mother Earth", you are emblematic,
and a productive source of ingenious.
Dearest Husbandry,
I’m your Mississippi Aphrodite, a giant Amazonic.
I am shin-deep in the Mississippi River
and I see above the clouds, far out over the Land of Nod.
All of Earth's mothers
are Earth
and are Earth as seed.
The rest of us
are Earth flowers and
Earth evolving.
I kiss the ground I walk upon.
To the dark rich loam I am drawn.
Hearing its doleful solemn pleas,
I fall in sympathy on knees.
No more to bear its sweet ripe fruit,
Buldozer waiting, metal brute.
Once I was beautiful, gleaming and bright
My oceans glimmered in the broad daylight
Trios of trees swayed happily in the breeze
Beautiful Queen of earth, princess of land,
Will we ever know how she stands?
How can she stand these boiling heats?
With all these lights on how does she sleep?
How can she live, suffocating on elastic?
Mother Earth weeps
Not with sorrow,
With rage.
Her rage is found in
The fire that razed Paradise,
The storm that destroyed San Juan,
Thankful, I AM thankful for my life and the people that made it so.
who I now know as the first God I ever met, I AM bone of her bone flesh of her flesh.
Dear Mother,
You choke on the hot breath of our gas guzzling, air snuffling, motorized genius
Products designed for our own convenience
Greasy, grimy, slippery oil
Seeping into your velvety soil
Hear Me Earth
Your actions have
Consequences
Hear Me Earth
Appendages ripping at one
Another
you are more than I deserve
than I will ever deserve
you are the cool and glorious rains that fall
blissfully to the scorched lands
that have been plagued
by drought
you are more than I deserve
than I will ever deserve
you are the cool and glorious rains that fall
blissfully to the scorched lands
that have been plagued
by drought
Father God, Mother Earth,
Working hard, but what’s it worth?
We each other both in flesh and in spirit,
We ignore the Mother’s crys, can you hear it?
Our trees are burning into ash,
Mother
She protects houses nourishes
All forms of life
Yet we do not do the same
We kill
We torture
We laugh at others pain
Our mother is angry.
She rattles in her sleep.
There's a burning spirit among her.
Her children, taking the heat.
Forever crow another one
Chips and chirps of unseen ones
The voices I once heard begin to fade
As the voices die down
Mother nature begins to speak
Her whispering soul flows through the trees
Look outside and become wide eyed
At our expansive, majestic home
From the moon who acts as a guide
Down to the crashing waves’ foam
I would comb the beaches
of garbage--sca-tter--ed trash,
collect the refuse like we once collected seashells
as the waves crash.
And scrub off the chemicals
Change
It comes in great voluptuous waves that knock back humanity
Or in tiny rivulets that slowly cascade and bring a passive awareness.
People walk to work like they are alonethe youth shrug their shoulders, take a drag, and it passessleep in a city of millions, never knowing anyone.outside, every thing you hear you have already heard,
I cry and I cry
for you’re the reason why
and as my tears run dry
I’ll wither up and sigh
yet you’ll be the one to die
my breath shall spoil
and my blood will boil
Gazing upon the windows of night,
Soft Shells crushed in my hands,
I cry as my tears fall upon scattered sand kingdoms.
Intricate life scattered like sand upon the beach
I stand upon.
This pain i feel this hopeless abandonment
your sardonic stature
your sarcastic lips
your words like bitter frost bite, eat away at my emotions till i am num to your identity
