The rain fell like
a widow's veil that day
with storming and darkness
but delicately enough
for the exquisite beauty
of grief to be realized
by those pulled off
to the side of the interstate
photographing Mother Nature's
personal heartbreak

I was one of those
who watched as the sky
poured out it's bleeding black
heart onto the world.
No sun. No joy.
Only misty eyed misery
Concealed by the notion
That we pray for this
For the pain of another
To revitalize ouselves

Pain is life when life is sane
and a rainstorm is no different
The blackest of clouds
brings the most vibrant yellow flower
And the steely gray blanket
that surrounds the earth
is shrugged off by some
as nothing but bad weather
I smile and seem to think I know better
as I continue to *pray for this

Back to the others.
       The sun gives louder compliments.

    We cherish those with words so wrecked.

                        May we move.
Be free.
  Continue to disappoint mother nature with our

       *idiocy

If you want to see God
Look to the sky
If you want to see his love
Look into your heart
God is everywhere
He is in the wind
Most of all he's inside of you

A fresh breeze of  summer hits my face
as your comes up short without water to embrace
and as the air turn up swiftly
clouds began to appear suddenly
makes rain to quench thy thirst
and yet you have grown drunk
that thou couldn't drink a drop

So as frosty air fill up by snow
leaves colored all soft and white
and you no warmth sent to freeze the night

Then comes the bloom of your secrets
some bright flowers and fruits
coming to those who are needed
to bear more everlasting loot

Lastly, it was the peak of death
when everything dying was beauty
you held strong to give out your last breath
to leaves that have fallen
stepped to a crisp
an eminent way to go out like this
thus you shall live forever being
You from the very start your own sapling

Although Mother Nature
Has been ***** and abused,
Her basic laws ignored,
So misread and confused,
Our living world remains
A most beautiful place,
A jewel that stands out
From the darkness of space,
Help her to recover;
Nurse her back to full health,
For without her, how empty ...
The illusion of wealth.

forget all your selfish rights its about our world’s birthday

an organized campaign to remind you of public consciousness

lets think about our annual environmental concerns event, but just for one day

from grassroots to ancestral roots for our future youth

who needs clean air, water, energy anyway

Remember what you learned, now practice it in the next days

Earth is the real house, the greatest phenomena, in life’s miracle play

My birthright is give her my respects and repay

Not to turn it into mother nature’s biggest grave

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)