I live in this world
But I am not from it

I just can't bring myself
To be like the rest

I flutter round the outskirts
Of what society deems fit

This world is lost in darkness
A scourge is this planet called earth

Humanity is ******
All sinners we are

Blinded by hatred
Seekers of greed

Accumulate and devastate
Painted on the wall

When will the scales fall your eyes
Another day wished by
A day closer till we die.

Robotic daily motions
Grey eyes and no emotions
Programmed behaviour pumped into your mind

This world we live in is a joke
When will we have freedom
It's 1984
As told by Mr. Orwell

One night as I roamed soft about

I chanced upon a tiny shout.

Then when I looked down on the ground

Was careful not to make a sound

In shocked awe my dark adjusted eyes

Saw fairies fight spiders under starlet skies.

Using sticks as spears they attacked their prey

Trapping spiders away from light of day.

As I stared in wonder I heard a voice

"When battle is over, help us rejoice."

It was not a sight I'd want to see

My first instinct was to turn and flee.

Spiders hunt fairies like flies for food,

You see them on webs dried up and chewed.

Fairies hunt spiders for food and skins,

Providing food and clothes for kith and kin.

At long last the fearsome spider lost his fight

And was quickly taken away from my sight.

The fairies took their prize with glee,

"Spiders on the menu for tea."

Almost at once a banquet appeared,

I ate food so sweet my plate was cleared.

With my stomach full, my eyes grew heavy,

And enchanted sleep soon overwhelmed me.

I saw beauty and grace, some horror as well,

As I was held there as if in a spell.

I awoke in a field, with no-one nearby,

And watched as a spider devoured a fly.

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it is
a skittish
little beast
though
nothing
harms it
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●•○        a living thing       ○●•
○●•°       of red and black     ●○•°
○●°••●○●°if you touch it●○°•●○●○•
○●••●•○°○●it attacks!●○°••●○●•
this lizard snaps
this creature bites
it will engage and
hang on tight! So
be careful where
you step • because
of poison it's adept
as you're walking
●•°○up a trail • carry••○●
••●○••○sticks and do●○°•●○
●°°•●○°○•●not fail!○●•°●○•●○
●°○•      Gila Monsters     ●•○°
\/\/\/      you may goad      \/\/\/
so watch it
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○●own●○
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what is poetic function?
the purpose of the muse?
can what poets labor at
be of any earthly use?

here we sit and ponder
nature's beauty found
our muse will make us wander
and take us off the ground

we soar o'r the canyons
we have ne'r seen
she depicts the colors
orange, red and yellow green

she controls the vertical
the horizontal, too
she'll wrench from you heartache
make you write the blues

she'll give you the music
write notes upon your brain
then when she has done it
words are written in refrains

sometimes it's the opposite
the lyrics are rehearsed
then music flows out from them
and the process is reversed

sometimes she is whimsical
sometimes she is deep
sometimes the best poetry
is written in our sleep

sometimes she is joyful
sometimes full of angst
sometimes she will teach us
sometimes she pulls pranks

she takes us to the seashore
she takes us to the park
she gives us the penknife
to carve our words on bark

she takes us to countries
to see folk starving there
she takes us to ghettos
so we can write despair

she rides the horsehead nebula
she straddles the moon
she lassoes the stars
she brightens up the gloom

she sorts all the words out
in our poor wee minds
sometimes we get ideas
from the words our muse will find

she may talk of God's things
to draw people nigh Him
or she may be atheistic
and urge us to deny Him

but she's always relevant
even though she's lazy
you may think her strange
you may say she's crazy

she'll talk to poets softly
love's passion to want
or she'll scream and rage!
she'll come on in a rant!

but any way she manifests
beauty clothes her form
even though she's naked
as the day that she was born

let her grow and nurture her
she'll come up like a tree
but do not try to cage her
she'll always break free!

in that case you're without her
you'll have trouble then!
you'll ball up your paper
and throw away your pen!

so, be kind to sister muse
feed her goodly things
you'll have found poems abound

she will give you

WINGS!

so what's poetry's purpose
when all is said and done?
TO TAKE
OTHERS WITH YOU!
then
my friends

YOU'VE WON!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/29/2016

1.
On a nameless planet, in ferment we first met,
eons ago, tiny microbes, evolving we were still,
yet love a flickering light, bound us together.
As two galaxies were merging fiercely then,
to turn us and our nameless pang,to worthless dust
there wasn't any time left for a future together.
In a microbial kiss pathos ruled,we melted as one,
promised to remember this tryst, imprinted so deep
wherever in cosmos we would meet in future
in whatever form we may be at that juncture.
                                        2.
This morning at the Metro that pang did revisit,
seeing you gazing at me in goosebumps I stood,
two galaxies within, I sensed were closing to to merge,
coming to my senses again I find  you've vanished
a microbe, you are in the air that every minute I breathe.

We will conquer time, go beyond, love has power infinite,
the encounters in flashes would intimate our impending union.