The world is filled with beauty
Long stretches of landscape and wildlife
Only to be ruined with the desire for nightlife
The trees stand as guardians without a shield
As the natural animals calmly graze in their fields
Acres are destroyed because of our greed for yield
Species devastated like a swift avalanche
The overwhelming need to breed advances will be the death of us
The earth aches as we willingly drill her beauty
And the pores exfoliate to a mess of gloomy vapor
How could we do this to our home?
We have bested our creator of life
Do we control her just in spite of conquering the land?
Or is the element of greed too powerful to handle.

Being high just feels like a long sigh now
My cries of struggle have just become dry now
While the sly guy is flying way up in the sky now
Seeing all this success around me just fries my eyes now
I feel like not even trying like I should just die now
I'm so shy maybe I should dye myself into a spy now
The end is nigh as I reminisce it's almost my time now
You can try to deny but the hourglass is not so high now

What if there was another me?
Two sides of the same coin
Never destined to meet
Never able to see the other side
Someone who walks like me
Talks like me
Acts like me
But in a different place
What would I say if I ever met him?
Knowing me
I would probably just leave him be

A cold season that brews cheer and a glacial wrath
Seeing children bundled up in the fluffy white blanket
Also playing and prancing all through the town
While the white widow weeps amidst the crowd

Everyone’s laughing and dancing around
All while my babies are taking a pound
Soon they will see once I gain more ground
The built up wrath of the frosty crown

As the weather worsens families stay inside
Sparking their fires staring outside, unaware of their demise
Sipping eggnog and cocoa, I will not be denied
Presents under the tree, I can almost hear their cries

*Every year every time they push me to the side
Not this time, for they will fear my devastating tide
My white raiders will ride all will run and hide
And succumb to the power of the great white bride

Van Gogh cut off his ear
gave it to a
*******
who flung it away in
extreme
disgust.
Van, ****** don't want
ears
they want
money.
I guess that's why you were
such a great
painter: you
didn't understand
much
else.

I have
   big dreams

        and a  
            realistic mind.

You
     can
  only
         imagine
               the
  frustration.