Toxic oceans of molten acid,
Deserted lands, barren, acrid,
Volcanic sputum creeps o'er the land,
Scenes of beauty now vacant, bland,
Devoid of life, no animals motion,
The silence carries across the ocean,
This empty planet journeys on through space,
Destroyed of course, by Human Race,
These are not scenes of distant past,
It's the world of tomorrow now our die is cast,
We **** our planet of all resource,
"It is our right! We are man of course"
We have no care for this planet we blight,
Nor what we do for future's plight,
This incessant destruction, it can't go on,
It will bring the time when we are gone,
The planet itself, will find rebirth,
As she is strong, she's Planet Earth.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I've said I write with rhyme and reason,
To change my style, an inner treason?
Or merely just the change of season?

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

What if life was a prison cell?
Each day chalked off in living hell,
What if death was our release?
What if death was inner peace?

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

i watch you walking
as I sip
my morning tea

what’s your story?
i see your glory
as you walk down the street

i am honored
to behold your presence
as I watch you from afar

you are gods in motion
i can see you
behind the scars

©2016janetaylor

Vivid words, paint vivid pictures,
As if a canvas for the soul,
A radiant field of golden cornflower,
Instantly creates a summers day,
Charcoal skies, of gunmetal grey,
Forms the image, foreboding, dark,
Yet with a pen, my skill is lost,
An infant child would do more good,
If a picture paints a thousand words,
Our words can paint it just as well,
Sweeping hills, and bubbling stream,
Creates an image idyllic, tranquil,
For those that write but cannot paint,
Keep strong your art, for you sooth the soul.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation