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Drone Mothership
By Noel S. Williams
The drones came from a foreign mothership, said Congressman Jeff Van Drew,
The sun, a splinter,
Breathed the light,
Touching the eye
(Blue).
... Shows dew as it is,
Haiku 2024 #1
A grey April day
Waiting for the sun to shine
So the earth will smile
Susan Maree Jeavons
Cloudburst, downpour let it touch down, top down.
Make tears of the clouds wash off negativity till infinity.
Flush away diseases in the life's systems.
Let it fall top downpour vaccine, ignite the machine.
Willkommen Zuhause
Willkommen auf der Erde
Wo niemand perfekt ist
Und nichts ist immer richtig.
Willkommen Zuhause
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where nobody is perfect
And nothing is always correct.
Welcome Home
PSALM TWENTY SEVENTH OF CLOUDNINE. TO THE GLORIFICATION OF THE FATHER IN HEAVEN.
Glassy tributes
in fragments of classic fragility
variety of fragrances
as magical coordinates
Dr aw near
Tou ch me
With your palms of laughing lights
With tips of thousand suns and moons
Closer than water to my earth.
The devil starts now,
Set loose, bound by its vow,
Heaven will come down, like aliens bow,
We in the low, to safety, they will tow,
Of Earth born and all shall return
We age till of the urn we yearn
Of Air we need and of that we plead
Knowing that soon of pain be freed
Of Fire aroused ire, soon all shall tire
The earth she has a fever
And a nasty cough and sneeze
The fear of every planet
A human-like disease
They spread across her surface
Removing all her trees
Polluting their own oxygen
Yes, I am thinking about the human race
Please note that race has ‘four letters’
And most four-letter words
Can cause problems, ills, havocs and wars
sly masked marauderrecklessly raucous raccoon~ the final frontier......Mark Toney © 2021.5/15/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you).
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
Raging river from shallow fallscarves a gully amidst the bankseroding sullen earth's gauntletsqueezing it between twisted ranksplunging into the dark abysstumbling over the rocky planks
Elementals of the worldwe all need to survivenot only to withstand their damagebut needing them to sustain our lives.
Oh, planets
Oh dear planets,
I wonder sometimes,
how does Mercury manage
to have icy shadowed craters
with the Sun's warm embrace?
And I deliberately ponder,
Nothing brings me greater joy
Than to hold out my arms
And hug the world
Thanking the motherland for every trail
Every bump, pebble, and stone in the road
Leading
to a worthy destination
Through the dark void our majestic Earth revolves
A resplendent blue orb, floating in a peculiar way
Tilted towards our sun, winter's discontent dissolves
Free from the cold clasp, life is now perky and full of play
A soft breeze flows seamlessly
Through a forest the size of the world
A tree feels the featherlight touch
The generous moon places upon it
I wish I be a winner, for I've came a long way & still I got so far to go being a racer.
Ride all day I think I lost my way. But love on my mind ain't a player.
Ears pounding from the sound of my own disappearance
My feet forever ceaseless in their own escape
Limbs burning, gazed focused solely on the exit
Running
What a beautiful day it would be
The butterflies roam free
No one to chase thee
A world without humans
Oh, what a day
it's a blessing upon us all or so we say
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.
(This poem was written when I was young)
In the morning, the sun rises
Like a glowing ball
Full of anger and rage
But never small
Every day always shining
Hot and bright
Dna a pattern woven through time and space
I am it’s here and now
Sacred human connection as told in the stories of old
I am the calling of my ancestors
I don’t care if you’re scared,
so was Martin Luther King Jr.
I’m just here to say
Trickling through my sweet veins bursts a desire to
fly
through the ocean of petals, whose broken cellulose is splashed
vibrantly
A chick stands for the first time,
Tall and poised, at the edge of the sea cliff.
The salty wind ruffles her feathers comfortingly.
I am.
I am made from molecules of gas that coalesced in space millennia ago.
I am the caretaker to a global garden of life-- but
Below this ground lies the infinite ocean graveyard
The seas overtaking boundless promises
Left for the tides to discard
Waves washing away titanium tiles
Discovering a misspelled word in your favorite novel
And smiling,
Because nothing is perfect.
Watching wildflowers escape through dry brush,
Pushing into the sun,
Living in a ditch,
Discovering a misspelled word in your favorite novel
And smiling,
Because nothing is perfect.
Watching wildflowers escape through dry brush,
Pushing into the sun,
Living in a ditch,
I fall. I crash into oblivion. I let the wild Unknown take me, brace me, abate my mistakes.I have no fear, I left that long ago; into the night, into the Earth, back below the ground to revert such doubt towards peace.
Biodiversity makes up Earth, that's my decree.
Animals big and small don't forget you and me
I got a couple things to say about saving the Earth,
Rain
I hate it
The smell of mildew left behind
Little droplets pounding down
The puddles soaking my shoes
It's like a barrier
Holding me back
But like everything
It eventually goes away
What is water
Is it wet
H2O what is that
A colorless and odorless substance found all over earth
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?
Look at the trees clothed in vibrantly green leaves,
Leaves that not only give beauty but life in all its glory!
White flowers with no spot to dull its petals’ eaves.
Persephone, Queen of the Damned
Daughter of Spring
A true vegan; Natural blogger
Has a garden so elaborate; winter cannot crumple
Flowers, Vines, Plants galore
A great palace of Earth
Virgo, the goddess of innocence or purity
Earth, water, here to punish men
Virgo the goddess, constilation in sky
August to September twenty-thrid to the twenty-second
Virgin is she link to the goddess of justice
Free
Your heart
For me today,
Tomorrow, any other day,
Whenever suits you best!
I'll be here--in every day life
Waiting
Patiently alone
Sweet sage. Tears. Hands clinched around another's as we sink, slipping below the original position.
The land shifts like dreams. Massive. Mother loves and cries of her blessings eternally.
Cycle Synechis.
From the tales of ancient prophecy
The rivers run to eternity without end
The destiny of all things certain
A return to the same place in time
They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Yet grass continues to grow every time it is cut. The sun continues to rise every time the moon has pulled it away.
the Earth once asked its lover
what are humans made of?
same as you
replied the Girl
explain
said the Earth
i have iron in my blood,
oxygen in my lungs,
and salt in my tears,
Mother’s Day Flowers:
An open letter from your mother:
An embryo encased within the sheath of a seed,
I have loved you since before you were born.
Mother’s Day Flowers:
An open letter from your mother:
An embryo encased within the sheath of a seed,
I have loved you since before you were born.
A golden beam of sunlight shines through scattered patches.
Gold reflects on every surface.
The trees illuminate in a sunny yellow,
Signifying the timeless beauty that fall has bestowed.
Biting wind makes music against my skin
in the way my mother used to trace her fingers across my cheeks.
The place where I stand on my own two feet,
brought higher from the solitude,
I yearn for a time when
We have an earth
a home
where we have
butterflies not plastic bags
Seahorses not troughs of sea trash
Fruitful forests not funerals or forests.
I ache for the
The world is at its end,
A primal war has begun.
Mother Nature’s children are fighting
To see who’s the strongest one.
Who will win this war?
What wonders the sky beholds,
What wisdom does the intricate dropets of clouds contain?
Trees of rich brown bark, of emerald green leaves,
As far as one can go, as far as the eye can see.
Each time, each step the distance grows near... Once there, another goal to reach is given.
The footprints you leave have been set by your presence.
My father and I were sitting in a new restaruant
looking over the menus.
We loved to go to new places and try new foods.
I think it was one of the many reasons we got along so nicely.
I think I might stay in my bedroom today my mother didn’t tell me when you stepped out you’d be a needle in a stack of needles, polished metallic grey ripped enough to poke the earth and sadistic enough to watch it bleed.
The Earth is not here for itself.
Does nobody understand the brevity of the situation?
The world needs us.
It needs the boundless energy of our children,
The stories of those wisened by age.
My dreams are so big
It’s hurt small minded people
They can’t wrap their minds are my big dreams
So instead
The flowers in her hair were slowly dying. The sky grew too tired of crying. Sheets of white covered her eyes, as the world met its demise. No one cared to tend the crops. Toxic waste of yesterday filled the air. No rainbow would ever shine there
WhisperOctober love and a delicate signatureDaintilysinging a spirits humble vowUnderindigo seasons of air Shadowsfuse and tempo with intimacyRain
I am an activist because women have no say, because kids think abuse is normal, because suicide is a game; a twisted version of a competition where killing yourself is a form of entertainment.
Giving Mother Earth A Chance
Mother Earth, our little blue planet, our home
Why does she cry?
She cries because we are hurting her, abusing her
The nothingness of space envelops me
As I drift amongst a sea of stars.
Cold, unfeeling, this is the space we exist in,
The clouds roll in,
and the breeze blows by.
Just before the rain.
I can smell the earth,
and taste the sky.
Sitting along the waters edge the wind flows gently across the water stirring the current slightly. Rocks and earth bellow the water, as the water glides downstream it eases the senses to a place of calm.
all the places you go
taste the history
breathe the stories
the essence
the air heavy with magic
take a sip of the soul of the land
then leave a bit of you
for the next traveler
This New Earth
The summer harvest
Has been reaped
To feed our souls.
The last bounty gone
To the dust of leaves,
Clinging to the mother branch
This, a River
This, a river,
I am not lines but curves
Winding around sand bars
Creating islands
Revealed in low tide
My current pulses life
Tadpoles, carp, algae
I smile in light
Awakening to a senseless breath,
a breeze takes over; a simple stroke
as yesterday's misfortunes fall back into focus
__________
One fork in the road,
I am bursting
life pours forth from every crevice of my being.
I want every sensation
to touch my skin, my mouth, my heart and mind and soul;
Words like water,
wittling mountains into mines,
carving cathedrals into canyons.
Epitaph like earth,
steadfast in resolve,
yet constantly changing.
Fierce like fire,
Selfish
As your last hair fades to gray,
The last fish in the sea will swim it’s final mile
As you run out of arthritis pills for the last time,
Selfish
As your last hair fades to gray,
The last fish in the sea will swim it’s final mile
As you run out of arthritis pills for the last time,
I yank the cord and the growling begins
A puff of smoke and the metal starts to spin
The green soldiers start to charge it
And are cut, chewed, and spit out of it
I yank the cord and the growling begins
A puff of smoke and the metal starts to spin
The green soldiers start to charge it
And are cut, chewed, and spit out of it
When we got to the cemetery I felt bad about stepping on all the people. Even if they could not physically tell me, I felt like I was trespassing.
I can't show you what I've been thru, I can only show you what I look like. I can't show you what its like to be me, I can only show you what I like. I can only show you.
Where did the serene blue skies go?
What happened to the crystal clear waters?
Blackened nights and darkened clouds
Leave creatures and humans suffereing,
Suffocating, crying, dying.
If I were to die today,
Would you, darling, be okay?
The love I feel
For you is real
And does not need a breath to stay.
If the heavens were to shake,
The earth beneath my feet to quake,
Dear Us,
Baby, be bold
Dont just
Do what you're told
You've got a voice like gold
Don't let your soul be sold
See the rink?
Get in there.
Dear Self,
Sometimes when it's late at night
and I feel like my room is the only vessel
drifting through a black spacious ocean
with the constellations above,
some bars of light will begin circling around
Dear Earth,
You are beautiful.
Your wind refreshing,
Your seas uplifting.
You grow as a monument
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
Everything looks brown
But the moon is gold
I wonder if she can hear the Earth sobbing
The harvest gains less several single year
Farmers blame the city
I blame the city too
I also blame the farmers
Dear Earth,
Your rolling fields of amber grass,
Cerulean waves of primeval,
And skies painted with ripe orange, bubblegum, and perfect aubergine
Are no longer as beautiful as they once were.
Do we hold our world in the palm of our hand?
We pretend we are in control,
But all human actions must end.
Water. Air. Wind, Earth, and Fire.
To Humankind,
It was not a human hand,
That rolled the planets into spheres
And placed them side by side.
It was not our fingers
I wish there was a way for me to assure you
That I do all that I can to thank you
For allowing us to dwell and walk peacefully in your arms
To hear others say they have laid claim
Why do you stand there
throughout the wear and tear?
You watch for all time
committing a victimless crime.
You are bound by root
Winding Strands of silken air,
Rushing 'round my clothes and hair,
Round and round the Earth they fly,
Climbing high without a care.
FRUIT
He said nothey said yesIt hung they're so perfect He said no, they said yesone little bitedeath
I Wish
Upon a lot of the stars in the sky
To become and to bloom and expand into something that I could never be right now
I just want to go
To go run across the earth and pump my legs as fast as I can
Dear Earth,
I need to apologize for I have hurt you.
I have gone through my daily life being selfish,
Atlas fades on stormy days
A tortured burden he must bear
But now the birds of song are gone
Descending the depths of despair
I need you to tell me where I went wrong
I’ve spent too many nights, afraid of something I do not know
Terrified, that I might make the same mistake
But it’s a hundred times more powerful than you think
The earth sits, bare.
How it wishes for there to be
One to bring water to the deserted field.
Let the seeds of the beautiful flowers and trees
Grow and grow until the bareness
can no longer be seen.
Hear Me Earth
Your actions have
Consequences
Hear Me Earth
Appendages ripping at one
Another
Oh look at the trees
the leaves fall every day
the trees dont blink an eye
leaves are meant to be this way
So why do we care
about the words someone might say
about the look of a stare
I tried for a slam poetry kind of rhythm:
Hey Earth,
I'm sorry that you're feeling this way.
I'm sorry that we're turing you from blue to grey.
I'm sorry that I don't know what to do or say,
You are the sun, I am the moon.
Not entirely related,
Not entirely necessary to have one for the other to survive.
But both entirely important,
But both entirely loved.
Change
Change or be Forgotten
Her words ring like a Bell
Never spoken
Through the seasons
We learn
Most of Us see her Pain
Pollution hurts her inhabitants
To whom it may concern:
Love for the earth is not a feeling to be disregarded.
If you have ever spun around, trying to take it all in more fully,
It seems I always knew the earth was round.
From my childhood it was preached in learning.
The fact always struck me as perfect,
And wonderfully so.
“I am dying”,
the Earth whispers to me.
Grass is mistreated
and flowers defeated.
Birds never tweeted
yet humans competed.
We were all becoming
concreted.
Green, dewy sprinkles.
the grass tangles around my toes causing a chill down my spine
the soft chill of the earth brushing against the bottom of my soles,
reminding me of the cold ocean that lives in your eyes
The Seas
And the Skies
The color
In his eyes
Your hue makes me warm
You’re a thunderstorm
He holds the moon dear
Broken Fixers.
This life isn't broken.
It was never a working thing.
The people didn't know.
They cry
Yea....I know,
You can't tell me what I know.
You're acting as if you're the sea and I'm the boat,
But we both know that you're too weak to tote....me.
Mybad...I messed up,
Inside summer's chrysallis, water burned.
A pulsating haze scorched the fledgling cornstalks
and slammed into the thick silver mist stemming from the nearby stream.
It called to mind the distant dread of winter,
Mercury, Venus, Saturn,
All the planets, the same pattern,
If we listen to their patter,
Our world is bones from their matter.
The Sun has scorched the planes of Mars,
I'm so not ready
for the world to come crashing into my life this morning.
But it never waits for me.
I just want to be with you.
The earth is so pretty.
But it'd be prettier with you.
Right to left, left to rightwe are safe, in the dark of night.With the moon beaming on our pale skin, oh so brightdon't suck my soul out, scream with all our might.Listen to the slow vibrations, the tiny sleeping bees
Everywhere I look, all I can see is garbage
To my left I see my friend, drowing in pollution
To my right I see another suffocating on plastic
Above me there is so sun, no light, no warmth
Verse 1:
Feet on the ground,
More so when nobody to be found
Though sometimes I like to stick around
Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong
Got my head in the clouds,
Verse 1:
Feet on the ground,
More so when nobody to be found
Though sometimes I like to stick around
Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong
Got my head in the clouds,
just breath,
don't suffocate
let the amber rose
cover the cell
let the night
speak to you,
to your soul
let me breath
you in, I'll show
you art, her
tips are orchid
The trash, I see, like sand on your green grasses
Littered so far, so wide, it’s like the stars in the sky
Do they not see your beauty? Do they not see their cruelty?
I once felt the grass under my feet.
I could feel the vibrancy radiate through me
higher than the skyscrapers covering today’s skies.
She has curves that will take your breath away.
She has peaks that will give you vision.
Time does not exist, when you feel something like this.
She has given me strength to move forward.
Of the many things wrong,
I find this one to have a grip on me, strong
We need reform
Let us perform
A societal change
Refute the strange
Could this be real.
I've felt the pain, the heartache seemed to be endless,
Yet the joy so fulfilling, my smile so genuine
Could this be real.
The beauteous sunlight, the luminous starlight,
Our mother is angry.
She rattles in her sleep.
There's a burning spirit among her.
Her children, taking the heat.
She captured me in her sexiness with her gravitational pull
Her gravitational pull tugs at my essences
The heat she emit would make Satan sweat
Her earth tone skin have men erupting like volcanoes
A year ago, you didn’t realize activism was in your near-future. Now, more than one hundred lives,thousands of gallons of water,and many other natural resourcesare saved each year becauseYou choose not to put animal bodies or their by-products on
(The image accompanying this piece of writing is of an oil painting, created by me, with the intent of abstractly representing my memories of the natural landscape in which I lived as a child.)
Somewhere between my birth and death,
flowers wilt and sulk, leaves breakaway,
and the wind carries the seedlings.
Things fall and deteriorate,
Thank you for granting me impermanence;
Consciousness is a pair of 3D glasses
or 2 hours of headache tossed in the trash.
If I had to keep taking shits until the Universe’s expiration date,
People will always be people. no matter how many layers of rose glass we put
between us and them, they will always be people.
Sunlight across the sky; mix of energy and air
You can never convince me that’s all that is there.
Into the sky it goes,
with its fiery tail behind it-
the loud noise of its roar.
then,
it stops,
to then floar amongst the stars,
with a great gentleness and calm.
What would you change?
A blind society blessed with vision through knowledge
While screens worldwide buzz and ink splashes on paper
Spreading gossiping,
Hateful,
What a damn free world we are living in
Some came from England for religious freedom
And others came to escape their corrupt piece of land
Now somehow, we all gather in some place called the freedom land
The art of music quite defines
The social spectrum that’s divine.
Our broken world has suffered pain
That Eco friendlies can’t contain.
Desire needs for others help
But Humans wont prevail at all
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
A gust of wind.
I am dislodged from my cradle.
My blanket is ripped away.
My family shrinks in the distance.
I crash to the ground.
The light blinks out as I am covered in a new blanket.
I am cold.
Rolling hills of white
Up higher than a kite.
Such beauty as surreal
As the fading water wheel.
Up on Heaven's Shoulders
I gaze upon the Earth.
Up on Heaven's Shoulders
Blank, white, still Earth
The silence is deafening.
Smell of happiness in bloom
Songs of the beginning of warmth.
Children playing, water splashing, freedom in the air
Stress is gone, school is out.
It all begins with a single song
Drifting, fluttering, singing along.
The sweet scents of a thousand flowers
As they mingle through the air,
It only lasts for what seems an hour,
The invisible force blowing the trees
The flowers blooming and blossoming with glee
With each and every day
The Earth exhales in its majesty
I'm all alone
In the zone
Tired of adults telling me I'm not grown
But I pay no mind
Not to the hypocrites who think they're on their grind
Not to the homeless who come begging for loose change
Lost in the land of backpacks, bullying, and excuses
I just can't take it any more, I'm a complex thinker in a simple, close-minded land
The bland robots walk around with the same daily routine
Memes are the only thing that are keeping tThis dreadfull world is hold together, by organisms that make you smile and shiver.
I french kiss the morning,
And open my eyes,
The sun is smiling; the clouds are high,
I jump out of bed, and grab my book,
Then search in earnest for a quiet nook,
I finish my story and hike the trail,
I am water,/Flowing and ebbing and dipping,/Murmuring a silent scream,/My emotions are like a waterfall/rushing, never stable./ I am the earth/Crumbling, shaking, tremoring,/Cold, warm/without voice, without choice,/Alone, and overrun./ I am fire.
Love is like a green leaf
innocent, delicate and soft
tenderness of which brings
a sensation of pleasure to mind
I am the river
and you are the channel;
Your deep pathways laid into existence
are ones I flow in, naively.
I am the observer
and you are the painting;
Your sunken earth eyes look at me
NOTE: The original looks like the image
Peach
Yawning, the light of a passing day dips the horizon in an apricot die
Please take care of me
Leave only the sweetness behind
As a way to remember the better times
Never forget what I meant to you
Everything is taking its toll
I saw the farthest star from here and I knew that was real
I raised my hand and reached my finger tips up, out, and past this Earth
Until I was one with the rest of the universe
Until I was bigger than the farthest star
You rant to the sky and lay blame to the earth, for it's gravity is keeping you from flying.
As passionate as you are, your fire starts to die as the sunlight begins to fade.
In the land of everlasting night
The Sun and Earth twirl and sway
Spinning aroung in fantastic flight
The Earth basking in his glorious light
In a dance so graceful and gay
Green leads to Greed
yet I gaze outdoors
to discover green is synonymous with growth
what does this mean
we have been groomed from the first
green means go
chase the paper, not the dream
I am sinking.
I am sinking,
and I can't remember -
where I started
or why I am here?
The azure Sky,
the open Sky Open.
I scent the Earth in myself . . .
I am sinking.
“Evening Suns”
Twilight sets as a black night approaches
Stars twinkle passionately
“Morning Stars”
Crack of dawn greets us before noon is here
did you know
that an atom
is a galaxy?
the nucleus, dense with balancing
neutrons and humming with
protons, is an infinitesimal star.
and swelling around it, like nebula gasses
Mother earth , Not just a planet but of so much worth,
Not just crust, mantle and core but our girth.
Billions of years ago she was born
fully loaded with recipe for life
I love you like the sun loves the earth,
It rises each morning just so it can gaze upon the earthly beauty,
Just as I awake every morning so that i may look upon your beautiful face.
My darling,
You are my world.
I’ll take you on this journey;
across warm bars of sand,
over regal mountains resting in the verdant pastures.
Embrace the treasures of soil
beneath your naked feet.
As your soul tremors
In the night sky
The star’s twinkle
To the rhythm of my heart
The man in the moon
Sings me to sleep
With the sweetest melody
Made of light and convex beams
Colors dance in the daylight
The Sun
and the Moon
together
raise the Earth.
The Sun, with her warm touch
keeps the Earth in place.
The Moon, with his strong pull
creates the tides to calm the Earth.
2 opposites
Hidden Beauty
|~Taylor Freeman~|
Losing someone is extremely difficult.
But when they are close to someone so young that’s the worst.
Our father was killed in war;
Haikus for Peace
#1
Will there be peace soon?
All I see is war and hate.
In time things will change.
#2
On Einstein's General Relativity :)
Time unbroken,
pushes it's eternal expanse.
A dimensionless space
gone with every fleeting glance.
Men of the experiment,
Touch is a sense of teaching;
Exploring the world.
To know you're home.
Defining your perception of "beauty".
Making memories.
To be exposed to what we call...
...Life...
Living without this,
It brings us all together
Under a sun we all share
Housing us forever
Under its loving care
With sand on our toes
And snow on our nose
I find my mind will change itself.
My body will decay.
My thoughts, my dreams, my aspirations
turn to low vibrations and whither away.
All of these material things
that some hold dear to Heart...
Earth is big
And blue
Reaching around for miles and miles in as an oblate spheroid
Tilted on an ever turning axis
Hanging in the fabric of the cosmos like bulb on a tree
Out of a trance.
Transported,
into another time frame,
another second of grace
beyond our space
of a lifetime.
Rebuked and
without a trace,
vanished,
into an unknown
place.
I’m the moon and you’re the earth.
I can always see you and be with you,
We can get nearer and nearer yet we can’t be together.
You are my world yet I am not your world.
I am yours and yet you are not mine.
Heaven is in love with Sky, the sky in love with Earth.
Earth's in love with mortal life while mortal life looks up
to view the stars in Heaven's grasp
and wonder what they were.
All I need is the world.
I need to feel Earth between my toes,
and the sun brushing my skin.
I need to see the sky in all of it's changing colors.
Wake up to nothing but
The earth, her sea-like grass sashaying all around you;
the faint sound of the ocean
traveling through the trees.
(If I were stranded on a deserted island I would bring my love and respect for nature with me).
I sat up on the hill,
My gaze caught the shore, forest, and stream,
Oh, what a thrill!
T’was the most glorious dream,
The earth sprouts new life like love grows attachment and clings on tight.
Like a new-born bird taking flight for the first time, leaving the nest, taking chances.
My psychologist says I have mental issues
My mother affirms this to be true.
Why do you expect me to be normal
in a world so very abnormal?
They say that life is what you make it out to be
What death has become me?
Concrete depths towards nothing.
Consuming the delicious earth
hallowed out by passege ways of metal
and fire.
Electricity
Dirt
and
Trash.
At first it rained
and then it poured.
Lightning bore up to the sky
and the gods applause
resounded off the rigid mountains.
We danced,
and sang
and cried.
In the tears of Mother Earth
The Bible told us that the Earth is round when people thought it was flat.People were afraid of falling off the Earth but the Bible contradicted that.The Bible told us that the Earth is round in Job 22:14.
What I would give to be in Wyoming.
Where mountains hug the sky
and the wind whispers stories of yesterday.
Where lakes mirror dusty pine trees
and Father Sun is close enough to burn sunflowers
Those winter leaves
are wanting me
I used to be a quiet girl
I used to sit in nature, hidden from the world
Those winter leaves
are calling me
Pushing me to be the best I can be
The day they said
the world was to end
and so the day the world waited for with fears
but no signs of it all
and the day's work went as usual and on schedule
and some as late as usual
After every storm ends lo and
Behold the sunshine!
Clouds part
Disappearing into sunlight.
Earth shows you her skin-warming smile again,
Forgiving humans their transgressions.
Notes
from plants-
it’s clear now.
Soon, few will know
of the Earth as it once was- bewitching.
The mirror only knows how to say
"You're unique," in the worst way,
The fairy tale bodies
of crinkled magazine covers always implied a happy ending,
But this, is
Waking up to you is like discovering a foreign place.
I trace every birthmark on your skin to find your face.
I was a vast land, long forgotten and claimed my none.
Curious eyes reached beyond the horizon, it had begun.
I am the weight that makes the ground beneath me
Tremble
When I land on my feet.
I am the storms that plow through lands and tear
Right through civilization's seams.
It’s too small of a planet
To say Earth is everything,
To say the stars are there for beauty
And the moon is there for peace.
It’s too great of a world
To say God is false,
Peaceful in Heaven
Exciting on Earth
Angels watching over you
Candles flaming
Endless time coming
Full of dreams
Under the stars
Love all around
You are so lucky to be here
Living on this Earth,
For all the odds indicate
That you would never have lived here
On this tiny speck
In the middle of nowhere
In the cold depths of space.
I've aligned my mind, body and soul in perfect syzygy:
The Moon is my mind, projecting a faint glow in the darkest of places,
which still remains a mystery to even myself
The beauty in life is its artwork.
I'm not talking about the paintings,
sculptures, or photographs that fill
the walls of museums, although
they are magnificent too;
EVERY FACE THE SAMEBY MIRA WILDERSix hundred billion peopleevery face the samethe only living differenceis only in a name.I cry for my IdentityThe World out of Control
Earth's memoriesBuried deep in stonesThey remember large creaturesThe cataclysmAnd the fallSometimes they show picturesOr give bonesBut I hear their wordsAnd I write their stories.
Balance my heart with a stoneYou will see that I'm sinkingI can barely breathe above the wavesBalance my mind with a cloudYou will see that I am soaringDancing with the wind
Letting nature take its turn on me.
Feeling the grass prickle my calves,
Poking its way through my clothes-
Demanding entrance to brush my skin.
Against my arms,
It prances around tentatively.
I am a wanderer
I allow myself to explore the outer reaches of my mind and world
veined ovals lean against the hose with small puddles,
guests: though one more a guest than the other
towards that end, and treading amongst the surface
she plays the Body living, breathing
spinning
the breeze feels like feathers against my skin
and laughter suffocates me but i can still breath.
two beers
shots shots shots shots shots
dark souls filled to the brim with inebriation
As the government cleans itself, it sees what is outside itself as more dirty.
We're space-candy mannequins,
just suckers for human sin.
Count to three, it's a jawbreaker world;
only sweet until it's gone
and you're left with that ache in the maw.
I'm a space-candy mannequin,
lives are crying, because its not clean
Earth is dying, because its not green...
Earth is our dear mother dont pollute it
Why can't we get along?
Brothers
Sisters
Mothers
Fathers
We're a family
On a big planet
We all matter
Why not get along?
Why can't we get along?
Blacks
The Wander is a nomad with a purpose. The Wander walks without fear.
I hold my heart close, knowing I can trust the tides of the waters rather than lips.
The Wander is free.
I tie my hair back, to not block my sight,
Just realizing now that for so long I've been so blind.
When I'm away from him my soul feels cold, my arms feel empty, my nights feel lonely.
He is my protector, my friend, my love, my connection to something that is outside of myself.
When I close my eyes
I'm travelling
with backpacks hanging off of me
they aren't heavy
because they're just enough
You're beautiful.
You're inspiring.
You're flawless.
I wanna be you. I wanna know you. I'm scared to talk to you.
I don't know if you'll talk to me.
You'll never like me.
I'll never be you.
O Earth, will you not rest?
Shifting your plates violently
As if trying to wipe away the junk
You fell city's, as a logger fells trees
You bring even the mighteist skyscraper to its knees
I am an open space
Vast, Lush, Deep, Dark, or Green
A million words can describe my being
Though the only true one is "Dead"
No walls may confine me
I am viturally free
I am carbon
a diamond in the rough
still dull with jagged edges
I've been through heat
and under lots of pressure
but I still don't shine
people look and stare in my direction
The wonderful trees
And the beautiful bees
Are part of our Exciting Earth.
The Earth is like a beautiful cloud,
Just to be on it makes me feel proud.
If only I could just release
The world from War and Hell into Peace.
We humans, we stomp across the delicate grass,
As if it were not there.
But if the grass were human, it would call you an ass,
Lift you up and throw you into the air.
We humans, we rise up into the sky,
incredible.
that we think of the waves--of things of nature--as intruders.
we say to the waves: "stay back!"
so as not to ruin our man-made prizes.
but did we ask the beach's permission
to build upon her sand
We have become comfortable with our lifestyles to the point where we ignore what is happening to the world around us.
Can't you see the afternoon sky,
violet with the polutants of man?
Hi Annie Hi my name
I am unique and very
passionate about God
I'm very bright in all I do
I learn about love at the age
16 .
love is God
Love makes peace
Love is truth
Love is bright
I often dream of myself floating from space, looking down upon the planet and watching its peacefulness. And from up above, if my voice could somehow reach every human being, I would say, "Stop trying to dominate nature."
The pulse
The nerves
The burning in me
Is the ebb of the ocean
The splash of the sea
The truth
The future
The fire in me
Is the forest in the acorn
The pod in the pea
Exploded from nothing, just children of the stars
All of a sudden, these little starts started to bloom.
Little did we know, that we were our own doom.
Can you feel it?
The mist in the air
And the rain in your hair
As concepts become a blur
And deception is more.
While humming birds destroy
I want you to know that I cant breathe when you are around
I want you to know that I'm suffocating in the capacity of our love;
It constantly consumes me
And just as you tear down my branched breaths of air;
Initially I was a Marketing Major
Set up to learn in the prestigious
Isenberg School of Management
Where I would become an aspiring businesswoman
Where I would first change physically
She cried through the winter,
and so the earth painted itself her favorite shade of green.
She cried for space to chase her dreams,
and so the earth opened into a sky of pale blue.
What would the earth do
if I outlast forever?
The trees will perish
The flowers will relinquish
But life will continue on
Leaves fall from a Tree,
Landing on the lifeless Earth,
Life leaves its Branches.
Life once created a soul
with mighty dreams and hopes
Yet it only took a man
to destroy it
So beautifully flowing,
so sporadically chaotic,
so miraculously conjoined,
the fact of existance,
so matter-of-fact,
as we live to simply not be.
Nothing may begin if there be no end,
Majesty
The only word to describe
Tranquility
The water ripples slowly under the sun
The slow breathing still rock
Protects the trinkling waterfall
As its own
Because they are one.
Fresh flesh bleeds upon the ancient grounds of history
Flesh that isn't our own
Those chunks of human life belong to our brothers and sisters born to delete the wrong doings of war sickened people.
They fight.
If rebirth was an option, or reincarnation a possibility... I would be scared to be a human again.
Don’t go to law school.
Lawyers have the highest rate of alcoholism.
You’re going to have so much debt.
Why on earth would you want to be a lawyer?
There is a war waging on this world.
It is waged by every country, every boy and girl.
Every stream, every ocean feels the war’s pain.
And water fights back with acid rain.
Love is pain,
Love is sadness.
Love is misery,
Love is beautiful.
Death is destructive,
Death is tormenting.
Death is feared,
Death is beautiful.
People are horrid,
The tick tick ticking of time passing by
The climbing numbers of a clock while,
My mother tells me to stop, the minute hand
Whispers to the hairs stretching up
I plant seeds that I never see
The people of the Earth, were once married to it. In a Garden good and pure, they lived quite happily.
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
A summer breeze
A winter’s freeze
She cycles annually with ease
A thankless offer
And yet we rob her
Of her finite gifts
We take, we take
She breaks and breaks
The Earth is like a caterpillar,
unchanged but ready to grow.
Earth's history is quite the filler,
The rain. The rain.
My bare feet on the cold wet ground.
I stare across the vast expanse which is my city.
The trees. The houses. The lights. The cars.
As the rain falls, my world seems to go in slow motion.
I close my eyes.
I want to see
The canopy of oaks
Dancing together
Swaying
Their mossy branches
Back and forth
To their natural rhythm
I want to smell
The ocean sprays my face; it enchants me.
A sea of icy blue, it haunts my mind.
It is the giver of life. It will be,
what it will be. What a treasure to find.
The forest is mighty with branches strong,
So Blind are we
Not being able to see
The beauty of Nature within
It's almost as if our hearts are thin
To realize what's around
And to be able to hear the sound
Of crickets, frogs, and trees
A job that would change the world would be a job that could save the earth. Mother earth has been so great to us, let us return the favor.
Never again will we see another day,
Since we all have to play the game,
To near waters filled with oil,
What has become of us when we all dry and boil?
Never again will we live to breathe,
she was tangled
among branches
and intertwined
and punctured
she was weak
and flimsy
blowing along the gutter
trapped under a tire
stored within herself
Nature.
It surrouds us.
With its leaves,
soft petals,
and twisting vines
it produces a never-ending
beauty.
It helps us
relax.
It helps us
grow.
It helps us
Roses are red, violets are blue,
The world should be seen from an eviormentalists veiw.
To change the world step by step would truely put a human to its test.
There are people everywhere,
living life without a care.
But with a plea and a cry I beg for them to open their eyes.
Plastic Islands in the Sea
Merky water filled with pee.
No longer peaceful and sarene
I heard the grass is greener on the other side
Only if you abide
By the rules they preach to sinners
Only those who reach it are truly winners
And the everlasting pulsing is gone
I’m coming home
o1.
bandaids for the earth
where she’s splitting at the seam
and soft butterfly kisses
o2.
flower crowns for every head
turned down, make lonely corners
My mother of Resolution
A mother of hope
A listener of wisdom
My detective of crime
Understanding of all imperfections
Loving, caring, compassionate
I resent my own species for damning so many others,
Extinguishing those to whom nature is also mother
If I could change one thing, I would open humanity’s eyes,
I drudge myself to a rangewhere boys were buzzingby the riflesFantasizing themselves as Cowboysriding the long ride togetherI tried my hand at the complex contraption
I will change how you perceive me
The world is waiting
Clouds clearing
Our eyes finally esteemed to what really may be
I believe the allusion has sewn our seam
The allusion of difficulty
What if the world ran on energy
That was sent from the sun
people could do so many activites
that you could not count the fun
renewable energy doesnt go away
there's so much to use
Even when I die
My voice shall cry
Immortalized through
The mind`s eye
Even if I rot
You will not forgot
You will hear my poetry
More than the ticking of the clock
The rowdiness around me is a
Disturbance in this peaceful place
But I have stood here long enough
To rekindle the beauty that was once known
That beauty is being ruined by who?
The fabric, so obviously visible.
We, oblivious to its vital importance,
to sustain civilization,
are ignoring the fabric of information.
The institutions gather us,
learning to weave, stitch, and sow:
What happens when God himself falls from heaven?
When the heavenly grace is stripped?
Everyday all day , I look down.
Everyday all day , all I do is observe , build and dissipate through the beautiful sky.
Everyday .. Everyday.
The wind blows and the leaves rustle
Everyone’s moving with such hustle
No one stops anymore to listen to Her
To them she’s like a cats annoying purr
But what if they just stopped for a moment
Very vague are the
Various viscous
Vibrations volleying
With vast
Motorizing strength,
The blasting of the
Motor
To the best bang
Of engine blinding
The eye with
Pain
I feel it taking over me inside
The cries, the struggles
The pain that needs to be set free
Why did you hurt me?
Why must I feel the way I do because of you
So many questions gone unanswered
Floating through an abyss of tears and fears.
Do they notice me? Can they help wipe the errors?
Dancing, twirling; I scream to be free.
One day they will see, it was me they always needed.
I feel the sun's warm rays kissing my skinThe soft breeze caressing meColors swirl and dance aboutSoft yellows blend with deep greensOcean blue becomes soft jasmine
Remind me
Tell me what I am
Tell me what you think I should be
I want to hear it
Remind me
Just ‘cause I’m female
I just shouldn’t be here
On this land
A carbon atom is small,
But it can make you trip and fall.
It has many things to do in life,
So it will do it while he flies.
Carbon forms a bond with oxygen,
And they become the eternal bossing gem.
They travel through the world,
The pain begins to kick in.
The never ending pounding,
The drums beat inside my head.
Trembling, the room spins,
Sipping the vodka in my glass,
I'm drowning.
My liver screams
The aquatic garden, when seen from space, is vast, mystical, and blue
It has many unique, sea creatures living in it too
Some burrow, some float, some dart from side to side
Look around, what do you see?
Is it blurry or is it just me?
I rub my eyes to make the fog go away.
But I end up smearing my make-up for the day.
It is not hard to see the cause of this,
blistered skin,
that whispers flayed.
my life, a cage,
to which I'm chained.
Haunting voices,
following close,
the creeping utterances,
my subtle foe.
feet trimmed by velvet,
Tumbled stones
Ebbing tides
Salty mist
Nature's prize
Breathing in
Letting go
Grass,
Once brown and lifeless,
turned green and fresh.
Teachers,
Once solemn and dull,
turned exciting and bright.
Academics,
Once boring and monotone,
turned active and hands on.
Along the rolling hills
there are a vast number of wind mills
producing power for all
with electricity standing tall
free is this electricity
which comes from such simplicity
this is my ulitmate goal
Earth shakes and the wonders fall.
A crack of the spine brings down man’s greatest of all.
“Enough!” Mother says to the fly.
In her thundering voice she bellows “Your most magnificent is but a speck under my sky!”
If there are stars that can shine,
however bright they like,
then that gives us the right
to be as bright as we can be.
If there are planets that give life
however vast they like,
Mother Earth
rejoices hymns
of children
cradled in branches
birthed by her human mothers
Mother Earth
rooted in pain
endurer of vain
bears blessing, sends prayer
Born of water,
And of ice,
Warm exterior to suffice.
Raised from dust,
Breath of life,
Born into eternal strife.
Set up walls,
Most of us believe that we are free,
But in reality, we are nothing more than a working bee.
Most of us believe that the system is fair,
But in reality, its only causing us pain.
Since when does being green give someone permission to be mean?
It shouldn't and I know because I come from a school where being green is cool
and anyone who isn't is seen as a fool.
Earth! what a small word for a bulbous creation,so much diversity, from cultures to racesfrom continent to countries, from places to nationswhat a gift God gave us for ages and ages
I'm not a poet
but maybe I am.
Maybe we are all poets.
Writing the Earth's story in elegent form and flow.
We seemingly live as individuals
stuck in the flow of things.
Do you remember
The earth’s heartbeat?
Do you know
That flowers aren’t just
To look pretty?
And that the dirt
Can one change the 6,999,999,999?No. But they can change a few.And those few can change multitudes.Through those multitudes the world can hear.They can hear the simple dream of a small voice.The simple dream filled with strong passions. They can
Far far away in the planet of the “dolls” everything was perfect. Perfect clothes, perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect homes, everything was exactly flawless.
There once was a planet,a ball of rock, dirt, and granite.Full of life, lush with green,it was like a heavenly dream.Populated with beasts of every kind,the void of the universe it redefined.
Concrete wasn’t always made so harsh and solid
In fact it was mostly straw
When I walk without my shoes on
It rubs my poor feet raw
Your goodness reflected in my eyes
When you began to rise
Soul reflected across the sky
I knew there my heart would lie.
Beautiful yellow and blue colors,
Warming me like electric covers.
Sounds in the night
the shadows in my eyes
dreams in color whizzing by
the echoes in the walls
I sense pending doom
but I am willing to change it
turn it into the most beautiful art
Go outside! look at the bright world out there.
Feel the chill on your face, the cold wind in your hair.
Stand out in the open, study the sky's blue
a winter sun on my face, and I am with you.
What is that tiny speck of dirtIn the distance?That tiny, microscopic,Beautiful speck of dirt
I watch the world with saddened eyesWhat mother nature must think of usThis once beautiful blue planetNow covered in trash and dust
The small rock in all of its god- given glory sits dull! The grass brown and boring is still as it moves not at all! The plants, how slowly they sway! The Earth, how at ease it remains as this sorrowful, plant- infested land!
I know how much she holds
In the palm of her green hand
Why they seem to spite her
She will never understand
Her tired eyes watch as they scratch at her knees
More is what they want
I have placed this pen in a behemothic, spherical object,
Where it is not required to nest in the area it was assigned to,
But it has the option to wander around,
And perform what it desires.
Planet Earth where I reside
Created by Him, who gave me life
Sent me here for a purpose to fulfill
To set goals and achieve, to strive
Our society is condemning
Humanity is painfully amuck
We'll be here until the end of time,
let's not leave love behind,
let's be kind,
clean the earth,
make it shine,
because our world is so fine,
everything is beautiful,
keep an open mind,
The sun and the Earthboth complete oppositesyet needing each other.As gravity pulls them aparteveryday, struggling to betogether againAnd everyday, the Sun will come to kiss the Earth
Why do I write, you ask?
May I ask, why you breathe?
Why you sleep?
Writing is to me as wind is to air,
as wing is to dream.
as rain is to earth.
Dark brow of winter,
Wrinkled and pinched from the cold,
A dusting of snow.
Bright eyes of summer,
Dancing like waving green grass,
So fully alive.
Laughing mouth of spring,
In the freezing snow,
The snowflakes fall from the sky;
Covering the ground.
The sun is burning
In the flamming summer day.
Water drops are cool.
The planet turns green,
You wake up, eat, drive to work, drive home, sleep- repeat.
What is this?
Am I truly happy?
We begin in the womb for a time.
Born and as we grow, the cycle restarts once again.
What is my purpose?
Cast off
Sea winds light.
Laying along the gunwale, I drape my arms
Skimming the heavy blue
A warm body, irresistible, so cohesive
Unstoppable motion
Sacred air
Face of calm, archaic organisms
Trees have always reminded me of lungs. They even kind of look like them. They branch out in the same type of widespread, fleshy mass with exposed meat, and their introverted veins; veins as in branches, veins that act as passages.
Love joy peace to these we wish to comply
The morals of which our ancestors applied
We try to reach humanity with our peace talks and love speeches
What is Briana Scott?
Young, beautiful, thoughtful, quiet, self-conscious,
determined, creative...Lost.
I don't really know what I'm supposed to be doing
with this life of mines.
Here I stand in the hills of green
Surrounded by the mountains and all the streams
I hope to God that others may see the beauty
Of the earth that is our home
Tell me how can we believe in green
Scowling eyes filled with growing tears,
which bleed and shed their seething fears.
A land once ruled by natural laws,
soon crumbled under political claws.
These eyes, they see what is now disowned,
Mother hold me in warm embrace,Gently cradle my delicate skin,Caressed by your loving winds.Touch my lips with petals,Soft flowers of maternity love.
Earth Where injustice and immorality are the norm Where bloodshed and betrayal occur daily Where the few dominate over the many Where war has become reality and generations are raised in conflict
Maybe we are all here
placed on this earth
to fear and love and grow,
to experience pain
but also
love, joy, happiness
to grow close to one another
to build relationships
to never hate
Happiness is a tired heart
And calloused hands. It's pain
Relievers and aching metaphors.
Metaphors that breathe and sing
Like Northern Cardinals 'what cheer!
'What cheer!' The rhetoric
You don't know it yet but you are an infection.
A stain stung so deep into this earth's rich soil,
“It is said that Prometheus
ascended into heaven
and secretly lit his torch
at the chariot of Helios,
in order
to bring down fire to man”
To the lakes,
Oceans,
Waterfalls,
Oceans you fill with purity
The fish and sea creatures swim
You give us all you can give
To the waves that move on your surface
Down riverbanks you flow
I was waiting for the light to turn green when a fragile, tiny leaf fell onto my windshield and started to dance across like a Russian Ballerina, delicately and flawlessly spinning before it flew away with the breeze.
I need answers
I need prayers
I need sympathy
In this dying misery
I need affection
I need hope
I need this wind to tell me which way to go
So come with me now
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Standing still,
eyes planted on the framed piece before me.
Canary yellow, alive like a dandelion takes me back
to the two room house on Spaghetti Hill.
Red, as deep as blood that flows through our veins,
The frown in the sky
And a chasm upon the earth
Is undone by the tender embrace of the sun
The overwhelming, intoxicating rush of the water
I'm falling apart, i wonder if i'm the only one. Is it possible to feel down at such a lovely time. Isn't this time where everything blooms. I can't figure it out i feel like i'm drowning in an empty pool. Happiness is nothing but an illusion.
On the beat, on the beat
The only sound's the pounding feet
Of people jumping on the stage,
Dancing the story of our age,
Of all the humans in their cage
The dancers free their pounding rage.
Why recycle?
Because it is a simple chore to do,
To do by putting paper and plastic into bins,
Bins whose markings show,
Show the arrowed triangle of refuge,
Refuge that will reduce waste,
Soil Provides A Solid Stage
Rocks Are The Props
The Sun Provides A Spotlight
Wind Whistling A Gentle Tune
River Flows In Peaceful Melody
Rain Sings A Happy Song
Grass Swaying In Gentle Rhythm
I want to feel the ocean breeze,
I want to feel the light of the moon
As we lie together on the sand,
I want to hear nature's melodious tune.
Above the river's bank
rising slowly in the sky,
casting a reflection upon the water.
Saving the world from total darkness
the moon finds its place among the stars
Walk against the wind my friend and let me see your tears, not of sadness or ambition but because you’ve made your mission. Exceed all given of you and then show me all you’ve done, please put down that paper gun.
In striving to view that which is not normally seen,
To pry into the gods’ minds as they meander
Into what could only catapult the living through madness which
Is in the mind, forever present and lurking.
She gives me shelter and food
And cares for the ones I love
Everything I have is from her
So I dump cyanide in her well
Rip shingles off her roof
Trample her garden
Why?
Because I can
Dark, my limbs struggle through There is nothing to prove That the emptiness around me Isn't empty Where does it end? Where do I begin?
Terra is an Earthly being,
but she is never mean.
She loves the Earth,
so she is very green
When it is time for work,
she does not drive a car
She gets her shoes and walks,
even if it is very far
(poems go here) Hey, I'm sitting here with the block of a writer
Smoking my fags down to the filter
It looks like it's gonna be another sleepless night
Living in the shadows, can't seem to find a light
The scene unfolds with little warning
Words would have diminished its significance
The moment itself should have lasted forever
Its beauty was terrible
We find beauty in things untouched
The remaining virginity of nature mesmerizes
But in an attempt to grasp it
It is tortured by the hands of the ignorant
The greedy, the unsatisfied
A child-like mind
God saw that it was good,
And he rested.
A perfect world,
But still untested.
Free thinkers.
Free willers.
We ate the fucking apple--
Turned us into killers--
Killers of our God,
A bright star that glitters across the night sky after a long day
A rainbow that appears after the rains have cleansed the earth
You are there
A soft bundle of clouds traveling across the still, blue summer sky
The ground beneath my already unstable legs is roaring with an ominous vibration.
The uneasy earth is foretelling the fall of the sky.
What truly lies in the far depths of space,
For I wonder as I gaze at the sky,
Life beyond us is what we'll come to face,
We perceive what is seen through our own eye;
me to my mother
my mother to hers
my sisters, my brothers
all in this world
the rain in the sky
the sea down below
the orchids, the cacti
the whale, the crow
me to my mother
my mother to hers
my sisters, my brothers
all in this world
the rain in the sky
the sea down below
the orchids, the cacti
the whale, the crow
The world seems as if it was baptized into wickedness.
Everywhere you go all you see and feel is hatred.
Being raised in a family, and an unsafe neighborhood, is scary.
On a beautiful spring day, a child was born.
The whole family gathered ‘round at the sight of the baby, so adorn.
All that I reported was a little bit distorted,
We had known about the plants and we had seen how they consorted,
But unlike many other plans theirs was not aborted,
The World ending in Fire,
or perhaps in Ice,
Possibly Darkness,
Maybe Light.
The Fires of Passion.
Glaciers of Hatred.
The Fear of Darkness.
Light of Acceptance.
Forced to think about resources
What really matters today
Many obstacles man created
Life never got in his way.
Concealed and dark is the Magistrate of Heaven
As it winds down a relentless shimmering staircase
On the Chariot, bound by a mound of Earth
Racing toward a sufferer, heads faced toward death.
This world is ours
ours to love
but yet we have cars
that is not love
with smog all around
and trees burning down
yet no ones makes a sound
no one even has a frown
the world is dying
If the Earth could talk
What will it say about us
Will the Earth still love us
Or will it destroy us
Us to as the way we did to the beat of life
We damaged it
No we stabbed at it
The infinite death.
The restless spirits, spirits separated by the sea.
The price of the Earth is pride.
Find the gift of love, the last one is vanishing.
The soul is green.
The Earth was once true and sweet.
On the desert sea
There's only marble of civilization
Beyond the era
Earth restarts
And life once again flourish
Man is back
See only a vivid green life
And self destruct
And forms a new
I hold on to pain
From which nothing is gained
Remembering times
When I was trampled down
Down into the ground
Beneath the soil where the bugs lay
Instead of rot, I sought reality
The swaying of the trees
Puts me at ease
In the midst of anger
The strong wind against my face
Brings me to reality
Realities of the world
The earth beneath my feet,
Is told to take the back seat.
For all of those who litter,
I cannot be your baby sitter.
It does not take sheer brilliance,
To show some simple guidance.
Nonchalantly, I watch mother earth’s face erode
as her acid tears stream down her face
she silently wonders what ever happened to this place
this earth we call our home
is nothing but waste upon buildings of chrome
Whisper-red clouds in the dusky day
A wheel of passion upon the sky
Puzzles of earth growing nigh
Whipped with wind dancing to the free
And children singing in the dusky day
Falling down, the fiery leaves
plummet to a cold rigid Earth.
How time goes so fast, it soars.
A gust of wind brings them home,
to become a mountain for kids soon to appear.
The tree's scent was fresh
Frogs camouflaged the green grass
The river's cold splash
Canon's air was dry
Solid rock of orange surface
Paths of river flow
A trailing tear that climbs to brush the sky-
The sunlight dances gold across its face.
A galaxy below so full of life.
The sun in the day,
the moon at night,
a sky littered with stars and
clouds they hide behind.
The trees, so tall,
with leaves on their branches,
which change their color and fall as summer passes.
The petals wilt
The sky turns gray
There is no color
The world is monochromatic
To survive you must be a darkness fanatic
Enormous thorns penetrate poor Mother Earth
Humans milked her for all she worth
what are we but specks of dirt
with too much lust and savage thirst
who reap the land of all that's good
till never more is there what stood
and who am i but empty face
consumed by this empty race
I'm so sorry
Mother Earth
We all know of the abuse
It's clear;
we must defuse
Your aggressors' massive
efforts
Child, so humble, so innocent
Sun-kissed by golden streaks of warmth,
Ray's gift of beauty to us.
Hush, listen, for on summer days
Like these, you can hear the wind
Whispering secrets, tales of creation.
