If I fall down a rabbit hole,
once or twice,
is it deliberate, or a mistake?
Am I being too nice?

I peer over the edge,
and throw my feelings down asunder;
hope it floods the rabbit hole,
as clouds rumble with thunder.

But it floats to the top,
and now, I have my own wishing well,
with bunny carcasses, snakes, egg shells,
oh well.

Empty it, bucket by bucket;
burry each skeleton in a bed of flowers,
until there is no evidence
of the feelings that I cower.

And rumble, comes the next thunder,
before I even wake.
I've stumbled down the rabbit hole
again, it floods the gate.

See there is a bee
Trying to find its honey.
Some nectar
Wandering from sector to sector.

She flutters her tiny wings,
And flies away in a glee
Because today she knows
That she's free.

Free of the chains tied to her feet
Free of all the queen bees  
And thus, she glides and slides
Up and down the streams.

Without leaving anything behind
Not even a single piece of trash.
But you, human,
You.

You don't take one step ahead
And ah!! A can just hit your head.
Anger boils in you
Just like a swarm of bees.

The next day you see
That it was you
Who threw the trash
Next to the tree.

How long
Will you wait
For the bees to sting
And your garden to stink?

Now you know
That you are just fishing the boots and the shoes
And not what you wish for. Fish in the blue hues.

When the aquarium is full of fish
And the pond left brownish,
From the dark will rise light
To come consume us all in the fire fight.

That's when the bees
Take flight
To go to the God
Almight'.

It's then you are reminded
That it was
You, human,
You.
  
Who cut the trees
And played stone scissor and paper.
Who let the tap open
Until all was spoken.

I came to
Water the plants
When the bee
Said to me,

Thunder will bolt
Lightning crack  
And concrete smack
Until all that's left is debris.

What will you do
By aiming for the stars,
When all you will
Be left with is scars.

When your voice becomes too sore
To roar.
When the world is
No more.
  
How long
Will you wait
For the earth to sting
And your home to sink?

in time,
we're vulnerable.
sitting and waiting
days pass
as we don't sit in class.
everyone around us
Fragile as glass.
Families hurt
Jobs on pause
While the news plays
more pain
everyday.
Lives gone
so fast
At the snap of a finger.
The world froze
as we search for hope.

It's been 19 years
and America
is still
burning.

The death & destruction
carries on
without prejudice,
hungrily  
taking all in its wake
and leaving sorrowed
loved ones
behind.

Man creates man.
Man destroys man.

The only constant is the earth
below our feet
& our conflict with each other,
from whose blood and ashes
a new one
is born.

When will we wake to see
we have been the masters
of our own terror
all along?

Batteries of the skies;
booming thunders, and so are you.
You, the whirlwind the most ferocious,
befit such name ever notorious—

    ever in a strife of your own
    seemingly unending.

The whirlwind strikes hard
and fast, and as such; angels of death
descending, striking from the faint heavens
to accomplish its sole purpose, destructive in nature,

beseeching its everlasting glory
that’d evoke the sun’s jealousy, even.
Alas! You carry out the task
that spares none of the land,

taking away the dearest one from another, weeping,
flipping cars and engines from where they're standing,
while plucking out the road signs once robust
and even the trees once deemed so ancient—

none is spared but wrecked
before the might of the whirlwind
the total annihilation being its sole identity—
the one that destroys in the name of thy honor

    and in the very name of glory in vain.
    You look around—

only to see none has survived
or has been left alive; spectating
the empty earth and the water
while being dispersed, scattered amidst the air,

lifted by the hands of thy maker
disappearing—joining the void specters,
and thus befitting the word, truly,
the vainglory.

Her pain is like that of a mother losing her child.
She watches in pain, for she can not even smooth the pain,
then she wonders what use a mother, that can not help her child.
She only can protect the outside and not the inside.

Her eye that was filled with hope nowhere to be seen.
For thou knows that her whispers of pleas for mercy,
were falling on deaf ears and that alone filled her with dread.

Her always hopeful smile,
now covered with a cloak for protection.
Her sun-like eyes are now covered with the cloud of despair,
and pouring tears of pain.
Her once perfect creation,
now mocked for being a creation and now crumbling away.

She wonders as she being wrong birthing such beauty,
for thinks all she gives to her child in pain.
And that she thinks of it,
all she wanted was her fantasy to become a reality.