A planet with a layer of blue, is it really blue?
A horrid gas in-immune and unbearable to our soft and fragile lungs.
How fragile we are, us humans.
A planet so toxic to us
May be a virgin paradise to them.
Are they really?
Are They Elite?
Or are they simply not as stupid as the human race. . . ?
We do not foresee what our intelligence can do tto those around us. What will the future be?
Will we destroy our paradise before the universe's time to do it on it's own? In it's own time?
Ha. We're a joke!
When I was borne
i was borne on the crest of a wave
and rocked by the cradle of the deep.
My mother is the tale
of seahorses running
chariots to Atlantis!
My eyes are stars
my teeth are Spars!
My hair is made
out of seaweed.
When I spitz,
i spitz tar.
I is tough,
beautifully destined; the day awaits
smudged smile across that gleaming face
conceptual scheme with well written praise
the day will come for it's fresh rebrand
godly signs with one triumphant plan
when I recite till death do us part
moon beams in night skies waiting to guard
like one sturdy light house emitting a path
redesigned, my canvas paints a calming sea
holding hands in pair; this one perfect scene
tangible breath of unknown spark
beginning of an ending of a personal trademark
scars heal into a wounded facade
internal freedom in its own barricade
interlace with demur to fill the cracks
fist through the cemented plagues
sense of conformity in this hollow whack
fragmenting animosity in this messy knack
values weighing in a juxtaposition clue
combusting waves through galactic collision
repentance in an oxymoron omission