Tree of green become full grown,
Men of brown chop them down,
The natural balance of the earth,
Disturbed and thrown into a dearth.
Seas rise continents shrink,
Don't they know ? we're on the brink
Not today or not the morrow,
Our children and theirs will know the sorrow.
Animals only left in books,
Barren lands where no eyes will look,
Trees of green and skies of blue,
Who will explain for all the devastation left in lieu.
Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 8:46 AM UTC
There you lie in your sterile bed,
With your sterile hands and your sterile head.
Tubes growing from your torso and limbs,
Your body intact but your spirit becoming thin.
I look at this person I knew before
All lifeless and blank,a human no more.
The tubes are your lifeline,all yellow and clear
To rip them out and give you your pride,
I would pay dear
But to have loved and watch you now
My own Death I fear !
Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 8:43 AM UTC
We're in a room,hitting the walls
The worlds not round its like a hall,
People can't breathe,they're walking the walls
Their ideas keep crashing and having fights.
If only one of them could see the light
The hall so long and people can't see,
Their ideas so small they need to be freed !
Lets knock down the wall,
So people can see,let their ideas breathe,
Then hopefully they'll see the worlds much bigger
And its not just me !
Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 8:31 AM UTC
You sit in your red plastic seat,
Awaiting your destiny, one we will all meet,
You cling to your chairs wooden sides, your knuckles clenched
But,
Only when the pain is really intense.
Your fibres hang on to your meagre frame,
When you catch sight of your own reflection,
You see how much you have changed,
The many folds of skin, the lack of hair,
You know inside you'll soon be there.
Around the rooms more chairs await,
For those who have lived and feel they are late,
For the place we are all going,
But,
They have to wait in this state,
Until it's their time to knock on heavens gate.
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 4:57 AM UTC
Standing, waiting, watching,
Business suit,
Old hag,
***** mac smoking a ***
Standing, waiting, watching,
Metal cans whizzing past,
Anonymous faces,
Rushing to places.
Standing, waiting, watching,
Kids screaming till red in the face,
Mums shouting,
Some days outing.
Standing, waiting, watching,
Monster coming,
Almost to its fill,
Collecting me as usual for the treadmill.
Standing, waiting, watching.
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 4:54 AM UTC
A glimpse of dew at the start of the day.
The sun shining on leaves as they play.
A piece of clay shaped into a loving animal.
The whoosh of sea when entered by a mammal.
A touch of a white flawless face like ivory.
The wearing of fine silk covered in embroidery.
A gleaming,gigantic bridge that meets the skies.
The graceful movement of a bird as it flies.
A sparkle from a clear white gem.
The sleek contours of fast cars preferred by men.
A whiff of newly fresh baked bread.
The scenes of sea,sun and sand in the med.
A cold icy blow from snowy weather.
The rhythm of musical instruments when they work together.
A sleepy eyed glance from your latest lover.
The soft warm,comforting embraces from your mother.
To encapsulate these within in a lotion,
Would surely be the best selling beauty potion.
We would have to put into a special box
Then let everyone have just one drop.
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 3:45 AM UTC
Given to us at birth,
The way we live on Earth,
In our colour,race and faith,
Always some who are born to hate.
Their adversaries are the same!
Bombs against life go flying,
While the young innocent ones lay dying,
Boys who have grown into men,
Tortured by their beliefs and fighting again.
They are all the same!
Both breathe the same air,
Have the same thoughts,
Both want the same,
Peace of some sort!
We are all the same !
Our globe is so big,
Their thoughts so small
They can't or won't see,
Its big enough for all
Are we all the same?
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 2:10 AM UTC