World is moving on , & Globe is vanishing on,
World is developing on , & Globe and Glacier's  is  decreasing on,
World researches and expriement & Globe  eats carbon and carbon,
Imagine what happen if we eat  excess of carbon in human body,
Then  think what happens about Globe who eat carbon each nano seconds
Imagine  human body  never tolerate excess of carbon ,
Then how Globe  tolerate excess of carbon,
It  dies every nano seconds and generates "GLOBAL WARMING" &
Gives dangerous  threats and warning to the World.
And we all are sufuring from Changing Environment Season's.
Who will compromise from  Ultra Carbon Technology,
Carbon  is eating Globe day by day &
Earth is becoming hot like a Volcano's Lava.

ELYSIUM is as far to us
As the gentle winds of dusk -
And the very nearest gloom
That Death shall doom
If in that doom, thou may await
We shall see our Fate -
Serenity of doom,
Or clarity of gloom.

What fortitude your soul contains! -
To fight through our loving pains,
To search for our love’s cure,
Such adversity it must endure!
Only the Lord must give you strength,
To see out our missteps at length -
As the gloom of clarity,
Our love’s Serenity.

I stabbed the page and It bleed, my
Hands covered in the truth. I just
Killed words, I have ink on my
Hands my thoughts lay dead.

Hail the  hobo King sitting  on his throne of
A stripped ford, engine no longer their
Dismantled  of all that was worth a dime.

His subjects bring offerings of dinner trash
Food, fresh from the dumpster. Given to
Those of ill health and malnourished need.

He sits in clothes matted with his trails of
The moments his feet have hit the pavement.
Of life not as others had the chance to live.

He wandered the land every concrete jungle
Knew him as the hobo King, no crown gestured
His head, only the word, the word of mouth.

Settling disputes of those in homes of cardboard
Of wood and used plastic sheeting sheltering from
Those who would do harm and the relentless cold.

He wonders the streets, knows the secrets of each
City of the unseen spaces where those whom roam
Now lay. The vulnerable have a guardian a keeper.

Ignorance of those who do not see that which in
Doorways sleep, of huddled masses under bridges
Buildings to keep dry and an uneasy sleep.

He is the hobo king a crown of matted hair he
Wears, always does he have time for those
Less fortunate because he is one with the street.

The trees bend above our heads
But yet we do not feel inclosed,

The currents hurry down the stream
We do not fear how fierce it flows,

Many hear voices in their heads
But yet aren't scared of the dead,

Daily feel the strength of the wind
But wonder of the words it sings,

The rain could crash& bang and clatter
But none of that really matters,

What we really fear are the daily faces We all see & all the voices which we hear.