Why doesn't rain scream when it is tortured?
What can be stalked in blindness?
When my foot recognizes it's mother, who should I notify?
Do those cats think highly of bent bop notes?
When my lungs dance , where are the dj's?
If pencils ate pens would we rely on an ecosystem?
Torture motherfucker, torture!
RAIN I BANISH YOU!
BE-BOP IS AN IS
MY FOOT IS SPEAKING!
THE BLIND ARE THE HUNTER STARS
TAKE BENEATH THE TAKEN
FEAR NATURAL TEKNOLOGY, THE HUBBLE OF THIS
I know we've never set foot in one place together;
but I've dived deep in to your ecosystem
treading along the puddled paths
and having you by my side
telling me how one patch needed to be stitched and how one was already mended,
you gifted me the key to unlock the equations circulating in your veins;
I know there was never a day our laughs intertwined;
but right when I find myself in one of those troublesome cracks
you'd recite a joke or two,
caressing me with the warmth of your words
& making me fall more intoxicated in you,
you'd make the ends of my lips curve up with every whisper of your existence;
I know I haven't yet inhaled the scent resting on the base of your skin;
but love, oh love was made to be created within,
in our minds we have played the game, and in our hearts, we played it even more,
I'll let you know the scents you remind me of:
like freshly ironed clothes,
I know our story isn't binded yet,
in fact, I know we'll need a million more pages,
so hold my hand, will you?
let's travel to cloud 9
and let us weave this love story together.
I let the sky be my tent tonight,
a sparkle-filled indigo field
like a Star Trek transporter.
I swirl the stars with my mind
as my body says, "Energize!".
My destination: points of light,
any one of which could be a hive
of beings living, working, playing
in a mirror of the musings originating
from the sleeping bag in which I lay.
Rolling over to feed my notebook,
a firefly insists on sharing my pen.
Among his friends gathered about my flashlight
is a dragonfly twisting and turning its head
in a display of 360 degree impossibility.
"Do it again!", say my wide eyes,
then I'm shushed by a distant Canis howl.
The trees carry its magic to me like
a powerful totem, making me wary,
reaffirming our instinctual similarities.
Relaxing, I smile goodnight to its echo,
shoo the Insecta from their little electric campfire,
and turn my face again to the Universe
while whispers from a nearby stream
provide a soundtrack to twinkling above.
Gentle air pulls its blanket over me,
while scent of earth and pine
send me dreaming of cosmic fireflies,
blinking their lullaby in rhythm
to the ecosystem powered by my heart.
electric vixen static shocks jump starts the heart into hyperspace pumping blood into the veins of time folding inside and outside and on top of each other like a nebulous star splash comet tail clashes in a warm hug we glow like embers in ashes......
warmth spreads like a slug of whisky in the chest, nothing is expected except it is, mind's eyes multiply like a disco argus tree sees all spheres and dimensions slowing and glowing like aurora auras in dawn smiles like the hieroglyphic clouds we graffiti all over cause we just wanna have some fun!
Aw man, I'm not done. We paint the sky to make it rain good vibrations drinking aqua patience and cheshire cat laughter tartlets I'm ecstatic to be part of this ecosystem with a unjumbled mind flying high in the all-ness of the AUM ONE. Cause we all one, and that's Awe-some. A wonderful warm place with All sons daughters mothers fathers brothers sisters sinners, just humons, 2gether, 1AUM makes words redundant.
To explain in which extent I love you we would first have to explain how the tears of the clouds can fulfill the thirst of a plant how can the loss of something be the completion of another you empty yourself upon me and I grow from within the confinements of an un nourished soul you tell me your stories and fill up the voids within me with the sadness you've endured nourishing with life the pieces of me that I thought with sadness had already died in turn I recycle your energy and turn it into thriving life that from the ground you helped pick up like a perfect Eco system in which we rain upon each other to help each other flourish to everyone that watches it doesn't make sense but every time a bud grows within me i finally find beauty in a world full of weeds
I am so very in love with the idea of you
That I sob words
I just need to know what you feel
(do I really)
I can handle it
(natural disasters just allow for the succession of a better ecosystem, right?)
A vehement deity,
father of a carpenter,
and proprietor of creationism,
looked down upon his work,
both literally and figuratively.
When an ecosystem falls to the
egocentricity of man, a vessel
will be sought, and contained is
the righteousness of a mortal.
Serenity became inclination, and
with loss of the feminine beauty
came regret. For sin masqueraded
as black clouds, and whether
change occurs, torrential rain begets
growth in an environment. Wash over
the sins of the damned; what is current
can only be exposed as a fallacy when
revelation is prevalent,
and save for the innocent:
Even in Hell a cyprus tree would be
surrounded by wildflowers.
Noah knew not of damnation, and
with calloused hands raised to the sky,
a hammer came crashing down.
Not unlike stone tablets
etched with command,
the world lay on granite,
with a universal epitaph.
For Noah to ignore his destiny
would be blasphemous.
It's 1930 and my Dad is not even born
Far too long ago to understand the impact
A dust bowl can cause to the prairie lands and people
A force so blunt and so disastrous, no tact
No relief until the dust settles.
It's Oklahoma, it's Canada two places I've never been
A method was all, a method used before
That caused these black blizzards to swell into their fear
A method that tore the roots out the floor
A wreckage that won't be believed until the dust settles.
It's man and his obligation to cultivate the earth
Causes and effects, things we don't think long enough about
A ripple in the ecosystem
A strong desire to prosper and grow in times of drought
We'll learn from our mistakes, but not until the dust settles.
It's what we think is right at one time and turns the other way
When we do as were taught
When we feel the wind and don't notice it's presence
A day we thought would never come and then we're caught
Plowing, insulting and marching on
We don't see our devastation until the dust settles.
a darkness dances
into the crevices
where the squirrels once raised their young,
across the gangly branches;
where the birds once perched and sung
introducing the morning sky.
the leaves, which once sheltered the ants
from rain which poured upon their work.
the lively and a diverse ecosystem
breaks as poison seeps into it,
winding and choking long abandoned homes.
the tree aches and sways as it succumbs to the crippling pain
termites to begin their paths
and worms and potato bugs to harvest the soil
-although once something so strong,
it still hosts life to hundreds, even thousands.
though through death and destruction,
begins life anew, and a new type of beauty emerges.
this is just an experiment.
The lizards sip tea on saturday afternoons
and discuss the bourgeoisie
and the effects of the French Revolution on their political stability.
Rabbits sniff their butts and eat their poop
because the sake of science calls for it,
they know that better than humanity.
The monkey's choice to live without clothing
was conscious and
involved their understanding of their roles in the delicate ecosystem.
Ants live without emotional attachment
Because before they evolved
Too many died from broken hearts
and they realized it wasnt worth it.
Trees dream every night of the places that birds whisper about in their branches
and cry at the corpses that go unburied at their feet.
As humans go,
they live lives climbing not to the sky
But social ladders leading only to unhappiness
and unfulfilled lives full of ignorance
and baths of political corruption and suicide.
Yet they say they are the superior species...