#calltoaction
Only random words can describe
my consciousness.
It is that very fact that l struggle in finding
a purpose.
Or rather in believing that l need
a purpose.
I remember my dreams asking
why the magnum opus
remains unfinished.
Why do l await a merry song,
to swing me away from my mind?
Nov 9, 2021
Nov 9, 2021 at 9:02 AM UTC
Love for knowledge drives me to read,
explore and find details in every bead,
Knowledge is a blessing given to me,
I shall not confine myself nor not let me be.
Life is made for being explored,
Love is there to be lived,
Knowledge is there not to be admired
but for Sophia to be achieved.
Conquerors of distant lands,
Poets of the most brilliant minds,
Scientists of the greatest imagination
they are all proud of their inventions.
Why shouldn't we do the same?
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 6:10 AM UTC
Seas of swaying green reduced to gray city skylines (the triumphant results of our modern enlightenment)
Slicked oil waters pulse from the refineries, defeated heads held down against the cold winds walk the streets.
Malaise grips the populace,
our attention at every turn deftly averted to the trivial.
Welcome one, welcome all, to the Anthropocene.
Smoke stacks bellowing, pockets full of printed greenbacks thickening,
the overwhelming scents of greed and gluttony bleed into everything.
Throw your trash to the streets, stomp the last embers and smear ash on the wall,
Look around and you will see humanities closing scenes.
Welcome one, welcome all, to the Anthropocene.
It seems in the end truth has left us,
hope has evacuated,
it’s speakers replaced with puppets
That dance and masquerade on taught strings.
Come in my friends, take your seats in the audience,
The show has already begun!
The lights are dimming and the pieces well set,
Welcome one, welcoming all, to the Anthropocene.
Continents ablaze, reduced to decayed black.
The streets of your home flooded,
Mother Nature holding on by a trembling thread,
And in all of our brightest intellect,
We do not reknit the thread.
Instead of reversing our own mistakes, instead of adjusting our sails to the changing winds,
we hold the scissors to that trembling string and begin to cut with a smile.
Manicured life,
Monocultured lawns perfectly maintained through the drought, appearances kept up through the drowning monsoon winds.
Welcome, my dearest friends, to the end of our days, whether you agree to them or not,
Welcome to the first conscious mass extinction, brought to you by the height of human innovation
Welcome, my brothers and sisters, to the Anthropocene.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
There, come the sounds of shrieks and shriek
And here, comes a newly prepared tweet
For how long will we remain silent,
Goes another ambulance with a loud siren
The missiles are again ready to ****
Loaded with a thousand kills, a bill?
There's goes another missile with the millionth ****
Here are we, ready to take another pill
God, be the judge of the tyrants
Neither are we going anywhere still
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
Wherever you're at
this very minute
God has a special assignment for you,
and I'm wondering
are you
in it?
Are you even aware?
Are you moving forward?
Would you even dare?
It took me some time,
and I'm still getting there.
But I'm reaching for it every moment,
and I refuse to be scared.
If you take a moment
to let
God be God,
He will show you how
what He has to give
is better than all things
you could ever want.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC