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LLillis 6h
The coldest night air
Seems no different than the
Space around the stars.
The mercury is dropping faster then we expected. It’s not quite polar vortex weather yet but the dry air and static warns of its approach.
6d · 113
Snow Day Eve
LLillis 6d
Chaos slowly builds
on a bell that will not ring.
Children wait. Hopeful.
Winter showed up in force today with our first mild snow storm. The first significant snowfall is always a trying time in Toronto. Endless sirens, plows, shoveling, and salt. The lingering memories of what a snow day use to mean and the harsh juxtaposition of adulthood leaves me just as bitter as the cold.
Nov 9 · 285
Frost Alarm
LLillis Nov 9
Green leaves lay surprised
Hurried out so frostily–
With no chance to change!
The first snow hit Toronto and many of the trees weren’t prepared for it. A thick blanket of green leaves dotted with ice now covers most of the parks and lawns. It reminded me of being rushed out by a fire alarm in the middle of the night.
Nov 6 · 289
Halloween Afterparty
LLillis Nov 6
Erratic squirrels
Irresponsibly consume
Fermenting pumpkins.
Nov 1 · 333
Cold Front
LLillis Nov 1
Trembling walls groan.
The roaring arrival of
winters bitter scorn.
Oct 28 · 80
Independent Autumnomy
LLillis Oct 28
The certainty of
an all orange tree amongst
its red and green peers.
Oct 8 · 428
Contemplative whisky
LLillis Oct 8
Amber fire cooled
Smooth over water hardened
To soften the burn.
Aug 27 · 299
Amazon Fire
LLillis Aug 27
smoldering canopies,
rampant greed did this.
Aug 26 · 391
Summer Whine
LLillis Aug 26
Cool air undermines
the aphid’s loud assertion
Summer will not end.
LLillis May 15
The rye beat the snow,
To finally be bested,
By ice and a glass.
Jan 2018 · 370
Fetching Irony
LLillis Jan 2018
A thrown dead stick stuck
In the tree. While I ponder,
The dog is dismayed.
Jan 2018 · 430
LLillis Jan 2018
Receding snow drifts,
Time capsules of gloves and trash.
Treasure for the spring.
Dec 2017 · 382
LLillis Dec 2017
Endless starry skies.
Stretched black velvet mantled/
On a gentle hill.
Dec 2017 · 269
Holiday Shopping
LLillis Dec 2017
Salt streaked blacktop cage,
defining your future plight.
Dear... must we go in?
Dec 2017 · 578
The loneliest herd
LLillis Dec 2017
Eight billion people,
call this planet home.
Eight billion people,
all of them alone.

Arbitrary borders,
divide and define.
Who belongs where,
who's on which side.

Propaganda and lies,
hatred and fear,
accompany those borders.
"You're not 'From Here'".

They shout and they rant,
"Protect us from harm!
Protect us from monsters!
who work on our farms..."

Save us from humans!
That are really just the same,
but they look a little different,
or have a "funny name".

Every human is flawed,
We dig our own graves,
Eight Billion people,
Who do not want to be saved.

We have come so far,
but we have to do more,
to be better than primates,
looking for war.

Eight billion minds,
That think only of one.
And how they can prosper,
alone in their fun.

Religion and Government,
forms of control.
That tell you to fight,
for country and soul.

The heathens that march,
against the life that you made,
must be destroyed!
It's the only way!

Build us our bombs,
our weapons in space,
expand our borders,
war is a race!

Money and lead,
power and greed,
These are the things,
we are taught to need.

Complicated desires,
from animalistic wants,
pollute the whole planet,
by "draining the swamp".

We call ourselves modern,
With our dollars and glass,
but our future is as dismal,
as our most recent past.

A species divided,
is one doomed to fail.
And there's so much to lose,
with a world this frail.

Are we together?
Or alone in a crowd.
A decision must be made.
and it has to be now.
Dec 2017 · 321
LLillis Dec 2017
Crisp white crunchy snow.
A silently falling haze.
Snapped twigs/ birds take flight
LLillis Dec 2017
A tight hand grasping my spine,
Crushing my lungs and stretching time.
A heavy weight compressing my chest.
Nightmare’s perch, her chosen nest.

Sleepless nights with jaw clenched tight,
Grinding teeth and knuckles white.
A silent night unless you strain,
Is that noise real or just my brain?

Am I broken or just afraid?
Scared of the night, before the day.
Must I sleep to find success?
I wonder as I fail to rest.  

I suffer in silence I cannot find,
The constant noise of a restless mind.
Internal, external, I am not sure.
All I know is this constant stir.  

As I try to sleep and listen close,
I force my ears not to host.
The last few sounds of the ending day,
and those near by that would have it stay.

— The End —