Two particles zooming quickly away
Forever linked no matter where they stray
They've become entangled, their quantum states
Eternally joined in cosmic play

Such is the bond between our souls sublime
Unbroken across all of space-time
We've become entangled, ineffably linked
Our lives fused together in perfect rhyme

"When you encounter a mountain lion, be vocal; however, speak calmly and do not use high pitched tones or high pitch screams"--California Dept. of Fish and Wildlife

Be vocal, but avoid high pitched tones and screams
when a mountain lion appears on your path.
Remind yourself that it’s not a  dream.

If the path goes down to a flooded stream,
and bodies float by--
stay calm;  avoid high pitched tones and screams.

When you go to the store and there’s no milk or cream,
as the cows are sickened  from a poisoned well,
remind yourself that it’s not a dream.

If the wildfire turns your hot tub to steam,
as you run down the street to your neighbor’s car
be vocal, but avoid high pitched tones and screams.

When the weather goes to another extreme,
and mudslides cover another town,
remind yourself that it’s not a dream.

When the fisherman catches no salmon nor bream,
and there’s no more coffee, nor chocolate ice cream,
be vocal, but avoid high pitched tones and screams.
Remind yourself that it’s not a dream.

this is the end
the beginning
and ending
bring out the aliens
it's pure humor
we hide behind it

because
this is the end
the fire is burning
life is dying
it's a forest
pure oxygen
why are we quiet

the beginning
to our end
we stay silent
post a tweet about it
broke and depressed
we hide behind a mask
send funny pictures
let's laugh and cry at the same time

it's terrifying
the old made a mess
the young must fix it

sixteen year old activist
millennials don't trust the government
mother nature is more than disappointed
pray
hope everything is okay
let's stay in bed until the world ends

7 billion people
I'll see you all at earth's funeral

Hello Poetry!
I have decided to keep
My poems here.
Rather a few be read
Than keep the lot
Penned up waiting in a sales ring
With no buyers,
Starvation coming....

Beating the Gums of War

                   “Hell hath no fury like a non-combatant”

           -this phrase, attributed to many, dates back at least to the    
                                        American civil war

Channeling John Wayne, their semi-autos on show
Leather-boy bandoliers draped with lots of ammo

          Hell hath no fury like a deer-stand commando

Old men beating their gums for war; oh, yes, it’s so
Each wearing his made-in-China camouflage chapeau

          Hell hath no fury like a café commando

Idle hookah heroes in Houston, don’cha know
Want their country liberated but our children must go

          Hell hath no fury like a narghile commando

Studs at their ‘puter games, screens all aglow
There’s nothing about George Patton that they don’t know

          Hell hath no fury like a keyboard commando

And corpses for the lamps of China to make the oil flow
They want your child to die for profits – just tell ‘em to blow

          Hell hath no fury like a private-jet commando

None of them made the first day of boot camp, oh, no
Though their thousand-yard stares are perfected guano

           Hell hath no fury like a ‘way-back commando

There’s a darkness that crawls within
Seeping through veins
Coursing through limbs

Fury of ten thousand waves
Crashing against the shore
Anger’s rampage and furor to abhor

The strength of invincibility
Masked with pain
Mistaken for strength when it’s rage

Its mission now is to consume the soul
To find the source
And destroy the core

Finding its way
Through its muddy trails
Feeling elated and yet with despair

Looking for something
Bright and serene
Onward it goes to destroy its gleam

The endless travails
Through rocky roads
Leading to places it will erode

At the corner of lies
Amidst valleys of corruption
Straight to the cave of total disruption

Where faith is entombed
And hope is not seen
Right in the street of lost dreams

But deep in the sunset
At a distance a sight
An island of love and wondrous might

Landed to destroy
The Holy contrary of ires
The divine, supreme, blessed fire

The Spirit is there
Tall and bright
Ready to protect the soul’s life

Denying entry
Of that black shadow
That will raise its bow and shoot its arrow

The armor of goodness
Will not go down
And the shield of truth will stand its ground

Dare if you may
To cross the line
The sword of love will slay the malign

Fear and hate
Is what you are
Trying to consume those near and far

You can fight
And you can persist
The soul will have my strength to resist

I am the light
That forever shines
And it will embrace all who are mine

Life is precious
This I’ll save
With every breath till the end of days