Destroying the ecosystem,
we ravage the land.
We take what we want,
because we are man.

It starts with one tree,
one thing leads to another.
Then the whole ******* forest,
Mother Nature, we love her.

She makes us money,
so we continue to **** her.
We take the land, her body,
and turn it to paper.

And her blood, her rich blood,
we drill deep, to the core.
No matter how much we get,
we always go back for more.

We harvest her organs,
with our metal machines.
We take what we want,
not what we need.

We are the men,
destroying our ecosystem.

We are tyrants,
but we can't live without Mother Nature.

She is so beautiful,
full of life,
she has so much to give.
But we think that means to take,
until she's *****,
till she dies.
But although we bound her,
she will always be stronger,
then you and me.

We are the harvesters.

Justice is a *****
With claws
Miles and miles and miles
Guillotine jaws
And when she throws the book at you
It's 1000 pounds
With a curse in every clause.

And when those swords
Turn in on you
It's miles and miles of claws
To wring you out
In a razorblade chokehold you won't ever

forget.

Because you smell like walking down the candle aisle at walmart
Because you dance badly and often.
Because you understand that Nirvana is more than teen sprit.
Because you read about science for fun
Because you laugh too loud and you drink too often.

Because you made me smile in the most real way.
Because kissing you never got boring,
And because the butterflies never went anywhere.

Because you know who Steve Vai is
And because you like to canoe.
Because you’re a dog person, and you’re a cat person.
Because you didn’t eat normal, and you knew about quiona.

Because your mom has seven christmas trees,
Because you laughed when I sang Prince Ali
and because you were everything I needed you to be.

Because you have funny looking feet,
and you snore too loud.
Because you over think things, and you never relax.
Because you like to hike and because your pets all have strange names.

Because I can still look back and laugh at how silly we were.
Because I still find a way to bring you up in every conversation.
Because our tattoo artist coloured your skin so perfect.
And because you’re more beautiful first thing in the morning than anyone else I’ve seen.

I love you because your hips always fit my hands so perfect,
And because staying up too late talking to you is better than kissing someone else.
Because I’m going to remember your smile and the way your nose brushed mine when we kissed for the rest of my life
And because I will never forgive myself for letting you walk
Because you’re exactly what I dreamed of and nothing I would have expected.

Because I’ve never been good with words,
Because you weren’t either.
Its because when I looked at you, I saw it back.
Because being in love with you regardless of time, distance and rationality ended up being the only thing I’m really good at.

Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.

My lover is a nightmare

From which I wish to never wake.
Oh but if only I could change
The landscapes of our dreams.

To brighter days I plot escapes,
But always it seems,
His darkness is our fate.

I imagine us free
And happy whilst he
Plunges into grief.

It is as if his mind
Is a bully
A taunting thief,

Always ready
to remind me
Of the shadows that we keep

Yet if you were
To tell me we are asleep
I would clench shut my eyes
And refuse to rise.

For it may be dark,
It may be frightening
But at least we are not apart.

I pass you in the halls
And it reminds me
Of what we once were
And of what we now are

There were times when we would pass
And your face would brighten
And we would embrace
And the world would melt away

But now, your expression remains emotionless
And we act as if the other is just another anonymous character
And all the nights of holding each other and being there for each other
Just never even happened.

In truth, I have no right to be upset about this.
I moved on first, after all.
And I don’t regret it.
Not one bit

I move on to someone who treated me right
Who listened, and actually spoke, unlike you
Someone who can make me laugh
And I am happy, which I certainly never was with you.

And my mood has already changed
From solemn to serene
For, in the midst of writing, I realized
That you are gone

And then I smile
Because you’re gone, and you’ll stay gone
Oh, how I wish you could see this smile.
How I wish you could see this smile…

This smile is in place because
My brain just realized
That it doesn’t really mind if you're gone.
And all it cares about is that you stay gone

And now my heart realizes that it doesn’t care either,
Because it isn’t beating faster like it used to at the thought of you
And my eyes don’t want to look at you, so they are indifferent.
My entire body has forsaken you.

My arms don’t want to hold you
My legs don’t want to run to you
My hands don’t want to caress you
My soul doesn’t want to know you.

My entire body has forsaken you
As you had forsaken my love
With the coldest of scornful feelings
And no regrets.

And I sit, and think of you
And what we once had
And I know that, if I tried, I could get it back.
And I could have you back to how you once were.

But the thing is….
I really don't care.

No heart of stone my lover has
for hers is fire and flowers fresh
that beats in rhythm with mine own
beneath her breast of silken flesh

No heart of ice mine own for thee
for I could ner' put out this flame
that sears my soul with need to be
with you my love no man could tame.

We walk the smoke-thick winter street of sweet 'n' sour aromas
amongst a throng of oriental shaded faces (such gentle souls)
who crowd  little pushcarts selling scallion pancakes.
Overhead, red talismanic paper lanterns bob, enticing us
to the tap of percussive chopsticks.

We sit in awe; snack on duck-tongue; roast pigs hang
glistening; fat-fresh, ready to fry.
Waiters wheel trolleys piled high with steaming shrimp noodles
past tables of golden oranges and watermelon seeds.
Our Chinese chef prepares shredded pork in garlic sauce.

He smiles and says:
"More guests means more happiness."

It takes a life time to write a poem.
For we are that poem.
We are that lifetime.
Borne untouched.
We leave the safety of a warm cocoon,
one that wraps us in our gentle embalm of trust.
And in this wholly venture,
of life now aroused.
Comfort is questioned.
Reason shaken.
Love oft spilt,
like a shimmering of milk,
flavoured on pages lived.
and this is us.
The knights spent, satisfied.
Discourse now a cacophony shattered.
But it is with presence that we remember and hold.
That the truth is waiting, always.
In bide of time.
Jubilant as the holistic Clementine,
tucked amongst the serene pages of yet to come.
And still
and still …
We are as sprinkle infinite, shredded as the coconut that falls as thought from our palm.