For the last few thousand years, humans have continued to trespass, venture into inhospitable areas, burning down, meddling, or just poking around in natures complex, natural chemical laboratories.

The more humans encroach upon the natural world; the more exposed we are to a highly complex eco system; a system that has evolved over millions of years to support a huge diversity of life in which humans play a tiny part.

As a species we struggle to survive the mosquitoes, not to mention the trillions of other diverse insects, animals, fawner and flora we are now disrupting and introducing to our populations, is it any wonder so many of us are dying.

This disease is a symptom of our consumption and lack of contentment?

What if I died-
Today, tomorrow?
Later?
What weight does it have
Gravity; all that sorrow?

The weight of it all-
Pain, fear, love, happiness, and
All other emotions of all sorts
Suddenly turn to mist;
A weightless,
Dream.

Was I wrong to feel things too deeply?
When every single thing-
That mattered too deeply
Is bound to be a faded memory?
What does strength in this life even mean,
To those eventual weightless dreams?

Perhaps, it is a curse
That when I pause
And breathe
It felt okay
To feel,
And to feel deeply
Even when it is all bound to be
A weightless, faded memory.

AGENT OF CHANGE

Only my skin
yet sa'em.
Everythang of
His has changed,
His heart,
Her mind, and
Their life is
changed, hurray
We were finally on Cl😊Udine, this is
a new world.
I craved a
want f'r
change in
the world
around me.
I felt a need
of Love, peace,

Solidarity. Agent of change, Concordant, to embrace cuddled   
liberty.  Infrastructure,  there's
need creating
a world we
desired to encounter  
around us. Worldly wane, vale of tears. Nev'r cry hold your tears. For it's full of rain. Mind open Watch bane !
#c9fm
#c9fm

If my poem tells a lie, will the world give me a truth?
I am alive but I do not feel I am alive.
I feel like I have lost my soul.
My soul of my life.
My soul of my imagination.
My soul of the day I feel I never get it at all.

If my poem tells me a truth, will I believe that the world tells me a lie?
I am alive but I feel like I am a loser.
A loser of my life.
A loser of my imagination.
A loser of the day I feel I get what I want it at all.

If my poem tells me everything about my life, will you think I tell a lie and the world give you a truth?

In a poet eye
Text are always dancing
To an invisible rhythm
Even the static figures
Keeps jumping up and down
Seeing through many lens
Lens changing with every step

I wish for the future to come
Just like anyone else
I take to the skies
As if I could fly

Oh world oh world
Hello world!
Please be gentle with me
I’m the precious little flower
So delicate, so frail
I need all the attention of the world
In order to not disassociate

I keep grasping to my innocence
As if my life depends on it
So what is it?
to live in complete ignorance
Or to realize we’ll never be perfect

But it’s all okay
Just be you
Because at the end of the day
Nobody really has this figured out

Almost my whole life
I’ve been writing
short simple lines for myself
I love all little beautiful things surrounding me.
Love to look and discover
all the beauty in nature
It makes me so happy.
I know there is so  much going on in this world where we’re living in. Things that make you really sad!
But then I saw a documentary
today...
And all I can say
I can’t post a quote today.

Shell ✨🐚

What a beautiful word
If your dream will come true
And you realize you never sleep again
You will get what you want
Like your childhood playing with many toys in your room
O, let me play!
In this poem
I’ll play my word in my dream
I’ll play with you
In a bed
With a pillow
With a doll
With a sword
With a dream
With all my imagination
What a beautiful word
You are my dream
The dream of my world
Playing in playing out
My happiness will beat many sadness lines in the saddest word for the saddest world
O, let me play!
Let me play in a verse
Let me!
Let me!
You and me

You shaped my world with hands of stone then told me my heart is cold,
you made planets out of me when you only desired space,
my galaxy is without stars now for you took away all my sparks
but then I still shine with beautiful array because I'm the sun and you couldn’t put me out,