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Nature, let us learn from thee;
   let us feel your wind and grace!
Nature, let us grow with thee;
   let us see your forgiving face!
Nature, let us shine with thee;
   let us sing in fields of barley!
Nature, let us win with thee,
   let us flee this enmity and parley!

  Your tranquil eyes know no haste
      with what we waste;
      our beauty effaced!

   Your sleepless heart knows no time
      with what we’ve signed;
      no aspiring chimes!

Nature, let us learn from thee;
   let us be our makers dream!
Nature, let us learn from thee;
   let us be your faithful stream ...
About Costumes and Customs

Wear, wear whatever you dare,
Tho, the global locality has no morality...

Animals with human customs,
Humans with animal costumes
Form the world into a modest mode-

In which the smartest ones are silent
While the mass dress in rumbling drunkness,
In happy hues of the humbling violent,
Of the primitive ****-geniuses.

Does ****** equal with the human nature?
Which? Human as savage or creature?
Born or grown?
While sensations design human customs,
Is predestination more than a fake costume?

Does the world hold anything divine?
While we follow an immoral aurora-
Its warming colours in a frozen desert,
That implies no divine unseen scenes?

Questions are colorless, unseen but existing,
Alike to God's infinite fineness-
Probing our customs if they are probed.

Methink costumes as a colorful ocean,
Mesee customs as the change of the world.

We sink in the dying world's dying ocean.
Zywa Sep 12
The brains above my mouth
make me eat on time
two extensions detect
food and that's how

it got out of hand

The eyes made the hands go
to the inedible world
made them build extra rooms
to store things

I too went
and from time to time
I migrated back to the past
my friends and family

where my itch started
to make cartwheels
to another world, away
from the table at home

where I had eaten enough
and was looking into the distance
where I hoped to be touched
by a new love
Collection “The migration”
Ormond Sep 1
One day gone in the long great forest
Of the ancient world, wolves alone
And mighty hungered with true kin
Stalking the tundras of the snow drifts
And all their prey, with cautionary eyes
Moved in heards and flocks swaying
With the sounds of the forest floor
And the spearing grasses.  The wolf
Was his own master, free, unbounded.
A great spirit, brother to the moon.

One dying day, when the bushes burned
They came upon the garbage dumps
Of early man.  Their smoke was laden
With the smell of fresh ****, small skins,
Animals, ended trail, and salted death.
Many wolves circled in fear, their pits,
Only one or a few tasted the left overs
The easy scraps and bones, tailings,
The elder pack would not stoop for.
These few unguarded wolves morphed
And mated with each other, their mane
And fur, soon was tamed, soon became
Mottled and brown no silver remaining.
This was the fall of the wolf, not man
And the moon turned white, when wolf
Became dog.
William Troup Aug 25
Green foliage aloft in the air ...
   this heart would melt as macaws did sing!
   Waters tumbled from heavens above
      where no measure of beauty would echo through spring!
      Now aflame; blame is played
         in political gain ... what will remain?
      Now aflame; claims are made
         in heartless words ... what will be heard?

Rivers of soul adrift with our time ...
   this heart did dream of tomorrows change!
   Howlers could swing in cacao’s sweetness
      where toucans did rest in a harmony of age!
      Now aflame; her receding lines
         awake in our eyes ... who will try?
      Now aflame; wasted on man
         in self preservation ... who will ration?

Beautiful hearts afloat in the dew ...
   this heart still yearns for the amazon sights!
   Babassus would rise in sunlit mist
      where the soul of the earth gave life to the light!
      Now aflame; waiting on change
         through ash filled tears ... who will clear?
      Now aflame; breathing futures
         will narrow with chimes ... the fallen will remind!
About the the appealing amazon rainforest fires!
Zywa Aug 5
I describe myself,

because I'm not that unique:

recognise yourself!
"Zomeravondgesprek" ("Summer evening conversation", 2019, Dimitri Verhulst)

Bundel "A profession"
Fallen angel
I learnt you used to be a king
A closer kins to the the Supreme Being
I learnt that you used to be a god
You could control the moon with just a word
I learnt you own a diamond throne
With crown made of gold
I learnt you were there
At the creation of the first sapien
You were so closed to the stars
The moon neighboured at your backyard
You dine up in the sky
And you were so higher than high
But the creation of ghasty Adam
A creature so I am (proud)
Tricked by not-so-innocent Eve
Gat you misconceive
You challenged the most high
You were sent off from the sky
Your lines and the hooks
Ripped out of his-story book
Gravity betrayed you
Broken and bruised
Left, wandering in the dark
Your wings ripped out of your back
Oh! How loud I still hear his low roar
Her wings were clipped no more
I can feel his broken heart cringed
When I was embracing her feet
He smell soft; but ‘s so hard to touch
He looks good but his heart’s blood is pure
What do you do
Why does everyone rebuke you
The whole world trynna put you aflame
Coz they don’t understand your style of game
why is everyone trynna do you bad
Why ‘re they trynna paint you black
They’re trying to do you; what you did them back
During those days in the garden of paradise
They fail to accept that it’s all part of God’s plan
The philosophical concept is beyond the psychology of mankind
They lack sight
They only see your bad side
They all think you crazy
But they’re not me; baby
You provide and serve
You give more than deserved
Your motives are good and pure
Your ways are steady and sure
Eden still awaits your return
I will be by your side
Where you stay; I’d stay
And at the end of the day
We’d meet at that pearly gate
and mankind came together
on that July day

as they watched the historic
landing on the moon's lay

it was an event every corner
of the earth shall recall

the scientific endeavor
did so marvelously enthrall
F A Pacelli Jul 12
mankind is but a speck of sand
yet we are blind
to our insignificance
for we are only
what we know
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