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Angel Sep 2017
It's a renewal

Oh,

We're all dying

The seasons are changing
The tides are turning
The earth is burning

We're all going down

Oh,

The Beauty in it all
Mother Earth is a beautiful thing.
Fear will not help me.
Help me.
Rhett Robertson Sep 2017
If you don't know where you're going.
If you don't know where to turn
Look to the ground for ancestors
Look to the sky to learn
Because the world is rolling
With or without your blessing
It won't wait for the corner to turn
And the skyline silhouette jackalope
Will reach the water and back i know
We could meet up and play by the ferns
Don't get caught up with your disease
Playing games like droned out teens
Waiting for the bite sized treats
To finish nuking in the unnatural heat
Instead find a tune
Meet a snail under a ruin
In your heart is the rhythm of Gods beat
Then you'll be able to trust your feet
To lead you down the knife
To a genuine life
Bless you child, that's what we all need
CeilingStar Jul 2017
the world advances one funeral at a time
death seeps in slow and sly for us
hovering above you like a hand above a fly
death spells out the world bit by bit

so dance like thunder in the rain
let shade turn the water black with pain
with the vile filth that pours out of our rapacious cracked lips like hate
pooling and festering as we sit ignominious in a pool of our own putrid regurgitate

and this is our "modern" ravaged world
shiny, sleek, innovative exoskeleton
like the corpse of a dragonfly
we lay dead and glinting in the desolation of our wrath
life devoured but soul gleaming
rot within full of rot and rot

do we not weep
for our animal kin, hunted and banished from a world that is theirs as it is ours
take their home take their skin
mass murderers of the diverse
and for what I ask.
to innovate? to invent? to create?

HOW
when we infect everything we touch with disease      fear      hopelessness      greed
the mercy of divine gods could not touch upon that which we have destroyed

the life has slipped between the fractured bones we have stripped clean
peck away, rip ruthlessly, repeatedly
for we have nothing left and still we keep poisoning earth, unscrupulous, with excrement

we are all scribbled onto her **** list
for our contribution of
entangling her in nets, hanging her with plastic, caging her, ****** her, beating her, felling down her wooden limbs
then watching as they fall proud to the barren soil, it's provisions reaped and plundered
she will watch
as we, engulfed in her furious flames, burn back into the ashes she forged us from

there will be nothing by the time we realise
the sheer magnitude of our mistake
come our imminent demise
Mother Earth shall weep waves

the walls of water shall rise high
and bare no remorse as they crash tremendously terrible and wash away our sins and our souls
the water will crush our bodies just as we fracked the earths skull
it will drown us just as we suffocated her in oil and putrid waste
just as we choked her with smog and fumes and smoke
just as we chained her up and whipped her till she bled out into the core of her eternal soul
our empirical greed deserves a modern death and that she will deliver

we tilled her dry, ***** her
fertility disappeared as quick as a full belly
ghost of green haunts the brown naked carcass that once hosted sprouting life
we dowsed our own crop in ******* **** and waste and we wonder why the worst of us go hungry
she has the right to grasp us in the sharp clutch of hunger
to stew us in a vat of our own emaciated decay and death
but she needn't bother as we shall demolish ourselves as we did our planet

finally we vengeful children will know too late what it means to **** outside your own front door

KG
and soon regret shall run as deep as the fracks we have created
Apollo Hayden Jul 2017
You've been up,
you've been down,
you've been left and you've been right.
So familiar are you with the outside world,
but how much time have you spent inside?
To be aware of the world around you, from within let the waters flow.
For what is it to breathe if you don't feel alive from your head down to your toes?
Staying aware of even the subtle things, of which the eyes tend to miss but the mind always reads; the signs and symbols that speak louder than any word off the tongues of men.
You think you can't train it but you can, and if you don't someone else will always be in control,
separating you further from mother earth, dimming the light of your soul.
So wherever you are right now, close your eyes and breathe,
and imagine you're the wind blowing through the trees, flowing in and out as you remain mindful of how you're connected to everything.
Jason Comeaux Jun 2017
From purple mist your arms reach out for me.
I am a newborn in your cosmic womb.
Now we are streams of light and energy.
We watch the ancients build their mighty tombs.

When did what has no ending first begin?
A ceaseless chain of growth, collapse, rebirth.
A seed forever sown and sown again,
Will never grip its roots into the earth.

Show me the ways that I have gone astray,
And guide me with your wisdom burning bright.
When time has passed and life feels dull and grey,
Help me to find that lost and holy light.

Take care, my son, your destination nears.
Good luck explaining this one to your peers.

© Jason Comeaux (6/19/17)
An atheist has a spiritual experience.
Cné May 2017
What is the sky
but a canvas for clouds?
What is a city
but a canvas for crowds?
What is the meadow
so verdant and green
but a canvas for sheep
a pastoral scene?
What is the ocean
with reflections so blue,
than a canvas for sails
as they drift into view?
I think I shall paint...
Oh wilderness' soul ― I Beseech thee !
I feel your deepest awakening secrets stir
Whispers uttered in immortal Winds
Calling to the Fountains of my soul
Standing the hairs of comfortably numb
Spilled breath bestrewn upon frayed Mortality

Oh wilderness' soul ― I Bequeath thee !
The ashes the deepest Oceans my heart
As circadian Tides have ebb and flowed
Forsaken feigned love’s misbegotten guise
Now chastened sightless before an unseen labyrinth
Beset by a human blindness that decays all light

Oh wilderness' soul ― I Entreat thee !
Cleanse this molted flesh ― time shed ―
Artifacts of perfectly imperfect traces
Reminders of things we strive to forget
For in the self-loathed aching Silence
I feel the urgent pull of Wilderness' Soul

          Reaching out ― Benignly
       to Entomb my Heart and Soul


     Someone you used to know   April 1st, 2017
another try as spring renews
... thank you for reading ―
I take care of everything in this world
They can’t stop me
Since I used to be
You know I could **** a million trees

These people on earth need me, but
I don’t need them, if I throw disaster
In their mouths and their bodies shut
You know on this earth I am your master

You are just living on the edge
A tsunami like an ocean of wedge
Don't try to play with me
And you know what consequences it may be
Messenge from our Mother Nature.
Apollo Hayden Jan 2017
Mother Earth

May this skin I'm in always remind me of the air and what's underneath my feet. I am one with the soil and wind that blows the blades of grass on the ground and branches on the trees.
Keep me planted, with wisdom and understanding I pray that I can always speak creatively of my experiences in life, from the he(art) of poetry.
Always learning from the trials of what my actions in this universe brings, and never ever forgetting to express my love organically.  


Father sky

Renew my heart,
cleanse my spirit and keep open my eyes.
Lead me more to thee, as I fall at your feet I pray that you free me from all lies.
Break these chains of doubt so that I may gain my wings and fly,
rising to a higher vibration, continuing to expand my mind.
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