Encase me in nature
smother me in leaves
let me flow with the river
hug me a tree
When mother comes calling
greet her embrace
immerse in her wisdom
universal grace
Yet, we exploit her
pillage her soils
feed from her *******
pollute her with spoils
Scarring her beauty
no thought for her care
t urning our backs
ignoring her tears
But a mother enraged
is a sight to behold
you should be afraid
if her love, she withholds
Her temper will fray
her might will unleash
call us to account
there will be no peace
Fire and brimstone
floods and high tides
eruptions and cyclones
oceans, acidified
The nature I love
the universe of dreams
who sung us a future
unravels before me

Be this world, but a mad mad garden.
I am tilling, and planting with woe.
I eat occasionally, of its fruits
and when full, tenderly, I go.

Pardon-
my nature is of the child, and so
I pull this leaf, pluck these petals,
and stop to smell of the rose.

There is a chill in the air,
a cloud blocking light,
and an odor tickling thy nose.

Be it this time, or past, future
or fourth dimension; How can
I know?

There is no limit to my pondering,
no effort in this wandering,
enjoyable is the quest to know.

I  give me you my all
rock roll
  give gave to all
it gonna be all right
i feel it tonight   right in my bones
  what with whynever
falsetto high keys
vibrations  
come here pretty babay
   echooooooo so low in southern tones
get down with me
          feel warm
as long
as   the   hard times does.

Wilting and whitening
abandoned in the sun.
I thought of dying but decided
wallowing would be more fun.

I thought to cut my palms
as if opening a letter
but then decided
cutting your throat would be better.

What more is there to say?
What more is there to do?
When on any given day,
I am the enemy to you.

Forget the trials that cause dismay,
forget the world which makes us blue.
I am more evil than all that when you hate
me in this way that you do.

I want to feel the sun upon my face,
I want to take a long warm dip with you,
but none of that is coming my way
it's a long cold winter for which I am due.

I will suffer all my days
**** me if it's true,
you don't need me anyways,
Now that last part is surely true.

seriously impacted,
is my grocery budget
by my bad habits.

allergic to
spending on fruits and veggies,
I grow thinner.

my aim to get higher,
by putting holes in a box
makes it lighter.