My grandchildren will read The year had already passed, By the time they were born, To stop climate change. I don't know how they will get the information. I don't know when they will get the information. I don't know from what or whom it will be delivered, Or how it will be communicated. I'm sure the news won't and shouldn't come from me; Although it came duplicitously from me, and others; Driving them everywhere, flying around, BBQing animals. And all the entrapments of a twentieth century middle class life. The grandkids will have serious questions, Like Why? I have loved you to death. Will there be any to answer When the signal arrives in 2070?
I've been on Earth for 5150 days And I've come to the conclusion that people are sick
We have stolen for only ourselves
We have killed without thinking twice
We have persecuted for thrills
We have taken advantage for satisfaction
We have tortured for revenge
We have blown up because of one man's instruction
We have terminated species for space
We have disrespected for payback
We have decimated for attention
We have walked out to lead a childless life
We have betrayed for fictional assurances
We have destroyed planets for Jordan's and KD's
We have airbourned sicknesses to control the population
It's what we're best at. No one alive cannot check something off of this list No matter how good our intentions are in this moment We have humanized ourselves I don't want to be humanized I want to change
These are just some things that we humans have done by our natural, sadistic nature. I'm sorry.
I saw you in the underworld when the earth collapsed
The incendiary skies burned bright; Burning And I saw you beneath its scorching glare Standing by the banks of the river Styx Your supple skin marred and stained By soot and mud from below your feet And burnmarks; I know not where you got them
I called your name Shouted it Screamed it But you did not hear me You did not listen Simply stared off into the distance Body glowing, body burning World glowing, world burning Burning Flaming Ablaze.
you slipped and slipped from my fingers until i could no longer feel yours and the earth devoured you, swallowed you, ate you whole
you left me alone as the ground rippled and cracked beneath me you left me alone as the waters grabbed my ankles and pulled me down you left me alone as death came like raging ocean waves like an explosion so spontaneous i never had the time to open my mouth to scream your name
i don't want to die, not yet at least but the world is eating itself from the inside and i feel your fingers slipping away from my grasp the dogs are barking, their howls resonating in my head bouncing off the walls of my subconscious like sirens, a sign a sign of the end of times one that all should know of when the waters begin to swallow nations whole when the fires begin to devour the earth when the earth freezes over and shatters, drifting across the solar system when the earth burns to nothing but ash—
—"but i don't want to die"
i'll take what you said to the grave even if its the last thing i'll ever hold on to.
I have a secret stash, A tool box and an escape plan. I can blend into a crowd, Keep extra light bulbs And a can of gasoline, a roll of tape. There are no dull knives in the cutlery, All the coats are on hangers, Just in case of the drill.
When the air temp drops I feel a hand grap my ankle. The chance of headless horses Clopping on asphalt afire is unlikely, There'll be no open graves or walking dead. The sun could blacken; But certainly, no voice will proclaim, In whom I am well-pleased.
It took ten thousand years To fashion a bone hammer, And when I passed it I kicked it aside.
pointless to ponder anymore. The time for action is nigh! move forward regardless of what's wrong with the world. Sickened by petty problems and pitiful personalities. Just act! maybe the wheels of time Will march in our favour. If we're lucky Even nature could decide to join our crusade And we might surface triumphant! Whatever you do, Promise to keep walking while in this, Our deep illusory self made hell
Stopping my mind from pondering what's wrong with everything. Letting optimism surface