The ocean is one of the most unknown and mysterious places.
All those uncharted species in the hidden depths of sea.
It's truly unbelievable all the many things we have not seen that are secluded in the shadowy beneath.
So keep our oceans clean so we can keep exploring the ocean's secrets.

I'm the adult of sophistication,
The evolving dreams of kids,
Asleep and high and drunk,
Of the promise of the end of time,
Where birds are skeletal creatures,
With blood for wings and beaks of gold.

It starts with a pinch and an itch,
Between your shoulder blades,
Trickling down your spine like a bead of sweat.
You groan hot and heavy,
Doubling over in pain clutching at your stomach,
And you have this urge....

Your canines enlarge,
Further sharpening.
The hairs on your arms bristle.
Standing on end when you hear the first tear of skin,
At the base of your spine.
And it splinters your mind.

A wine high pitched and wanting,
A gasp as your hair thickens.
A pelt of fur to keep you warm,
There is pain between your eyes,
Your jaw stretches inhuman and ugly.

Legs snap and your squatting on the floor,
Arms pulled close at the elbow,
Back hunched over.
Dirt digs under your fingernails turned claws,
As you grip the steady earth for purchase.
You feel your heart beating against your shifting ribs.
Strong,
Fast,
And aching.

Lungs constrict and your eyes fly open.
Blinded by the ethereal light of the full moon.
You cry out,
Human voice bellows loud, loud, loud!
The beast sings in your ear.
A roar,
A howl.
The transformation done.
We are free.

pigeons are so unappreciated
being the rats of the sky
they overpopulate the park benches
waiting for a crumb food supply

yet if you look at the bigger picture
isnt our species just the same
over populating social networks
waiting for a supply of attention or fame

and i use the word 'species' quite lightly
is human even an appropriate label
because most of us are so inhumane
compared to pigeons we are the unstable

pigeons just want food to live
humans live to want more
yet we are the ones shoo-ing them away
when they are the ones who deserve to be adored

i mean yeah they seem to be everywhere
but take a minute to look around
we are the ones causing the destruction
stuck on this filthy ground

they deserve this earth
and so do you and i
so next time you call any creature filthy remember
you are stuck on the ground as they are in the sky

Swim in the deepest part of the ocean,
With waves over head,
A life pieced by water,
A nautical life,
Or aquatic wonders,
There is no fear,
Living in fairytales,
Mithical creatures,
Sorrounding the waters,
Travel sea to sea,
Hopes disguised as flounders,
Surfers all above,
And here come the divers,
Ready to explore,
The kind I belong to,
Sing to them now,
They'll jump off from sails,
To follow the voice,
Deep in the waters,
Desperate souls,
Following as I speak,
Gullible minds,
When told to go under,
This siren awaits,
For sailors to wonder,
To bring them in deep,
In dangerous waters.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros

Sleepy creatures come out at night.
The same time you and your emotions fight.
It's never easy, never was, has been, or will be.
Turn off the light, lay with me.
I'll be the air you breath, the life you need.
Behind closed eyes my mind, my mind, my mind.

Twisted tree trunks lay
On the black ashen soils,
Burnt to the ground
As the arid air boils.

The tiny creatures
Scurry far away
Abandoning their homes
For a new place to stay.

Entering the land
Which humans populate.
Entering streets
They thought were desolate.

Instead polluting machines
Roll across the earth,
Scaring plants to
Wilt to the hearth.

Grey puffy tails
Searching for nuts.
Forced to learn
What roads not to trust.

Little wild rabbits
Dig a hole in the ground,
To be soon blockaded
By a filthy garbage mound.

The birds flutter
From the burning tree tops
Only to be choked
By the brightly lit shops

Human’s running around
Not caring what goes where.
Driving large cars and polluting the air.
All causing our ozone layer to tare.

Smog filled air,
And trash filled land.
Leading to a filthy death
Shouldn’t these actions be band?

Would that Man
were like the sky
Which doesn't fuss
when clouds roll by.

Would that he
were like the wind
In patience blowing
rock to sand

Would that he
were like a bee
The common good
is all he sees!

Would that Man
were like the rain
Which mourns when
someone is in pain.

Would that he
was like the ant
Who is wise
won't say "I can't..."

Would that he
be like a tree
Safe heaven's
in its canopy.

Would that man
were like the bird
Grumbling
is never heard.

Would that Man
were like a cloud
But he's like thunder.
Warlike. Loud.

Could he be
more like a flower?
It knows that it
will last but hours.

Would that Man
were like the seas
Which only dances
in a storm's breeze!

Would that he
be like hard ground
Trodden...
... but a sprout is found!

Would that he
be like a fire
Warmth and sparks...
... his heart inspires!

He could be a
mountain range
Solid and in peace arranged.

Would that Man be like the sun
Shining down on everyone!

But Man is not like nature's best
As this world will attest.

If he'd look at her
then he would see
Then, finally,
he would be FREE


(C) The Raven
(C) SoulSurvivor