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Humanity has a flawed
Self proclaimed idea
That they are the custodians
Of this beautiful planet
All beings put here for purpose
Looking back at an unknown creation
Theories and hypotheses
Till now, we have no conclusion
Humanity decides for this planet
Said who?
We have taken the onus
Of deciding the fate of this planet
Other living beings were here
Much before we arrived
Ruling the vast landscapes
Maybe not in the present form
We claim to have an upper-hand
In taking all decisions
More wrongs, compared to rights
Purportedly by the advanced minds
Brains that can think
Hearts that can feel
And make choices
Where do we falter?
Not thinking enough
Not caring about the right feelings
Not making the right choices
For centuries the Earth has been patient
Watching us make a spectacle
Where are we heading?
Who cares? Even towards oblivion
Shall leave behind a legacy
Which shall forgotten by time
Time will be the adjudicator
Let’s leave it there
 Feb 2015 Violet Rose
nivek
still anchored in the dust of materialistic hopes
the remedies for a long lived fleshy cartoon
come readily to hand when the silver in your purse
is bursting to be spent and be rubbed in others hands
ah I am rich says the cartoon of a man as he cant sleep
counting all that money he swears he will never spend
ah yes I sit on the pinnacle of mankind and see for miles
a future in paradise on earth blessed with eternal life
 Feb 2015 Violet Rose
Jonny Angel
Oft I've wondered
about the fallen tree
and loneliness,
this feeling.

And who can say,
does anyone
hear a flower cry
when it dies
in silent fields.

It's cold here,
lying
amongst
the fallen
petals.
 Feb 2015 Violet Rose
Jamie King
Reap a reaper,
riddle a riddler,
Out-think a thinker
while watching a man who
still steals steel
find peace in a
pierced piece,
as he see seas
that are ceasable.
laughing at laughter because it's laughable.

Risk seeking
to seek risking
so you can feel feelings
of love for a lover
because they're lovable
while realising that in reality they are not reliable
They get sensitive
about sensitivity
is that sensible?
Questioning questions
that are not questionable.

End at the beginning
or begin at the end
to rest restfully as you
dream dreamfully about
articulating art artfully.
I thought I'd try something different and just free my mind I hope you enjoy it
We are on this
Colossal crystal ball
Holds secrets
Of this universe
Its origin unknown
Maybe it
Carried life forms
From all planets
Multiple universes
A microscopic replica
Of the macroscopic universe
Secret origins
Our minds unable to investigate
Visions not perceptive
Lacks the depth
Cannot read from the crystal ball
History is concealed
At its core
Forces which created this
Was aware not to reveal much
The crystal ball narrates
In its mystical waves
Only for the select few
In harmony, can decipher
The mystery of the crystal ball
Life will continue
Foggy perception
Tenebrific moments
A long tunnel of
Uncertainties
Makes journey’s askew
So near, yet, so far
Never ending maze
And a blinding haze
Holding on to anger
Is like self flagellation
A tirade against peace
Depriving the soul
A dose of tranquility
Leaving deep gashes within
Bleeds in silence
Overflowing the system
Incarcerated heart
Sitting on burning embers
There’s a raging fire
Burning down the peace
Only ashes shall remain
Smeared over the
Remnants, of what life was
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