#enviornment
Oh the fatigue
teaching to the masses
of things logic'd absurd
intellect that passes
No way to measure
great and sound
or lowest factor known
people, places, things and such
in safety, safely, grown
No greater strive
or better way yet shown
a single soul a single life
as nothing left
alone
Survival is for animals
but no one told survival
humanity thus disillusioned
at death's conclusion
and
arrival
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 12:44 AM UTC
Us humans are beautiful, original creations
but we are -
temporary.
We make up such a tiny part
of the universe and all of her stars.
Just one second of an hour - our time on earth.
Just one second of an hour - is that all its worth?
The damage we’ve created so far,
is unbelievable,
inconceivable,
unreconcilable maybe?
In the words of Al Gore,
the truth is inconvenient
so much so
some don’t even believe in it.
Our world leaders say climate change isn’t real,
well that's not how the world's expert scientists feel.
We are just a speck, a tiny cog in a giant wheel,
but so powerful.
We have the power to create change.
To stop Climate Change.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
It is an unconventional truth
It starts and it roots
You start the engine right
You gear the stem in sight
You step on it faster
It runs more like a master
When it is time it over takes
Its a chance it loves to take
Just try to step on the right
It slows down with all its might
Drinks of the earth it drinks
Empities it with a blink
It greeds over it more
Can you handle it like before
It runs in the count of miles
Starts eating the green inside
It donates a lot of stuff
Believe me you do not want it bluff
It slowly taking over
Planning to become a ruler
Multiplying more than our race
Becoming the faith of the earths face
Lets take our control now
Save the world before its down
Lets see the beautiful skies blue
Before they bid adieu.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
I see the deaths of a thousand trees
In stacks of paper that heavenward climb
And tell the stories of things long past
That the trees have seen
Is it only I who can see their lives,
The precious lives we’ve squandered here?
Is it only I who mourn the trees
Who gave their lives unwillingly
For the sake of knowledge?
Am I the only one who hears their cries?
The whispers of the leaves remain
And speak of loss
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
Soft sweet meadow
radiating its breath of life;
sounding its serenity
in echoes of the mind's eye
Living in this flat land
lay plush
in wild, multicolored-flowery-pockets in greenery
blankets "Sweet Meadow" with fresh quickened
fragrance
And by our bedroom window
with a summer night's soft evening breeze
mellow cheeeping can be heard from way way down below
seemingly luring us to...
.. "OPEN WIDER THE WINDOW...
...AND LISTEN!!
Chant dear chorus
as violinist in "Cricket Suits"
join this cantor
that swings with rhythm
with wheezing sounding bugs, AH HUMMING!!
and an intermission of
Cha Cheep, Cha Cheep
that breaks the nocturnal entomological singing
with ephemeral intermissions
Be bewitched by brillance as
tunes fly and z i n g
their little
whistle
songs so sweet a talent
unseen
little bugs sweetly sing
their little
tale of talent
in "Soft Sweet Meadow"
Comforted by vibrating frequencies
the air is electrical clasping
our good-inner child
as this meadow
unfolds its truth
being beneficial
to us all
We journey not too far
for this field draws us
to its delightful *****
We irresistibly suckle on its daytime scenic eye-filling foliage
later eliciting dreams made of peaceful slumber
Cha Cheep, Cha Cheep and good night...
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
Like a hypnotic beacon in darkness
guiding oily ships,
like this same rhythm,
I sing to myself
so much the same beat,
the song of
apathetic thoughts
of ignorant tranquility While
smokestack clouds
loosen tears of acid rain
that rust metal on boots
will this prevail?
Dried poisoned earth beneath my feet
Yawning gaps and cracks
frown their crooked gruesome frowns
upon the dust crumbling ground
Micro-macro things float in the air
in which we inhale
Farts from smokestack gases
carbon emissions from cars
forever excrete poisoned
cougher's body-coffin-clouds
of black and blue
Trees as if on bending knees smothered
by accidental fluoride
little and feathered bodies
plummet and land
on polluted blackened ground below
Smokestack refineries
make fishy lakes
into crummy toilet lakes Oily
ships clumsily spill oil contents upon
the sea to oily sea
Yet so crazy a world
so crazy a song
of easy tranquility
I sing sheepishly,
among TV commercial smokestack wolves
of sitcom ***** darkness,
who gleefully watch all the lambs go by
in **** TUBE" harmony
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC