#extinct
here i am,
once again,
knocking at the door
of adventure,
curious to know
what kind of love
awaits for me,
just to have it
collapse and
shatter all over
my heart, my mind,
my thoughts,
so my words
overspill
and my trust in
myself becomes extinct.
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
love is a lifetime of examples of how we can overcome our fears, worries, and doubts.
It is invisible but can be seen, it is intangible but can be felt,
it is inaudible but you know it when you hear it.
at times it can seem to be extinct, and others make you as euphoric as the most powerful drug.
in the end it is only you who can choose to let it in, push it away, or accept it
Oct 9, 2019
Oct 9, 2019 at 3:16 AM UTC
Nothing sadder
Than calling for a mate no longer there,
Last of a kind
Singing into the darkness.
Ousted by the human race;
One small light extinguished in a universe
Of satellites and jet powered aircraft
Metalled roads and all night diners,
High rise living, where we even invade
The skies to get a better view
Of our formidable world,
Lighting us into our own oblivion.
So how do you grade
The importance of a creature,
Not particularly colourful
With a dull song, not very loud,
That no one will really miss as it shuffles
Off the stage of the world,
No great eulogy, no curtain call
Never an encore
To join poor Dodo in the glass cased
Museums of what we have destroyed.
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
Nobodysaurus
Raptor round
Eachothertyl
the lights
Turndon
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
Common courtesy is a dinosaur
be it a vegetarian or an omnivore,
common courtesy is a dinosaur
extinct and forgotten,
never to live on Pangea ever again
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
The sky was dark and full of ash
the fields are all on fire.
The rocks landed with a big crash
‘been running now I'm tired.
The world went dark, the food is spent,
there’s nothing left for me.
My herd ran off and I was left.
And now I cannot see.
The world is black, the ash is strong,
the heat makes me feel faint.
I cannot hear the other songs,
can’t breathe without complaint.
I stumble far but cannot think
of how it all must look.
I feel the death, I’m on the brink,
this whole world just shook.
I’m all alone, I cannot feel
I yell, no one can hear.
I lay there, shed my final tear,
and slowly fall asleep.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
as our love derails
the sparks
ignite a fire
burning your touch
it stings my skin,
torching your memories
it clears my brain,
scorching my heart
you char to ashes
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
And the very last, the endling,
Caged in the sunlight at Beaumaris Zoo,
Tired of the poking and the prodding
Paced out of existence into history,
Into emblem and icon
Legend and label,
On to things protected by copyright,
Footage and fable,
And the internet's electric jungle,
And into that great white emptiness
Of extinction,
That giant ship which we are building,
Stacking and storing,
Fitting and filling,
Recording into the grand voyage
Of oblivion.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC
Just enough to
Pave your heart
frost bit cold
Where are the wild
Things compelling you
to search your own Sun
and the stray wind that
will carry you home
We cannot live on cement alone
Though we’ve covered
the Earth with toxic stones
that do not breathe
And trash that will never perish
It may be our undoing
What we’ve done to ourselves
To die upon this heap
To suffer the bloodstains
on the asphalt
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
I feel like the white lion
stuck in a cage for the rest of my days
feet set to tread a path barred and dusty
from all of those who trod before it.
The only excitement, the jangles of
keys from the keeper who runs to
throw carcass of rabbit, turkeys
through my bars for me
to render sustenance, incomplete.
I fear the white lion
hear my lonely roar and wonder
at such talons, canines now stolen
and feet dismembered, claws ripped
from their shackles, top-of-the-food-chain
fear desecrated.
And a genetic time-bomb too
ticks under my skin and theirs
as I sit and I listen to the lies
your children now share.
My line also ends, a mere stutter
in the sand, as the tides flow steady
and the last lion lingers.
And I am, too, held high like a beacon,
a warning, a message spanning
centuries, look, children, look!
See the mistakes of your ancestors.
See how her coat shines so very bright
that it reflects all seven colours
of the light? See how lonely and low
the last of a manipulated, mistaken,
misconstrued species can go?
She was drawn from her mother
mixed with her father, no she doesn't need him
and the others, why yes, all left
are her kin!
How wonderful, how quaint, you
know only ten now remain?
None in the wild of course, where
their life cannot sustain,
better here locked under our
constraints where we have
so much wonder, so much recreation
and education to gain.
And true, from this bleak place
they can never migrate
but look at her, no where else to go
this man-made mistake.
Don’t worry about the pacing,
the maddened, gleaming eye
the freedom they miss
out there? They would die!
And they know no other way
than this.
I know she looks sad, but
that’s just your feelings projecting,
they’re just animals, my darling,
you’re innocent, shouting in consternation
save her in the name of conservation!
But we are all white lions
all now endangered, our steps
are no freer, our lives all
subject to external changes and we
cannot move but for the cage
they have constructed, their
lives are impacted but our
wonder is not deducted.
I feel like the white lion
this ambassador of our greatness
this one mistake, so very clever,
engineered to engage us, these lives that
were wrought solely to entertain us.
I feel it, their future entwined in mine
and in humans across the ages.
Meaning of life designed, its sibilant message
dangerous, a dumb animal wandering
a set path, disregarded, destructive, aimless.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
We are but chromosomes
Away from
Knuckles upon the floor
Clothes,
Shoes,
Naked,
Bodies, hair upon all
Of us, we are only smarter
By fluke
**** erectus*
Neanderthal
Homo-sapiens
"Are we the next to fall"
Machines with thoughts
Able to move think for them selfs
Noughts
Zero's
Cognitive
Thought, realization that the
Creator is below the creation,
"Are we the masters of our own downfall"
We have reached the time
When one must progress
And the other becomes
A museum Piece attached to a wall,
*"Here is a Copy of **** sapiens"*
"Last breading pairs in the"
"Humanity Zoo"
There used to be billions
But know there are fewer
Than a hundred, a gene pool
Nearly extinct,
But cross breading is
A worthy course mixing
Human
With
Machine,
And so the time has come to pass,
That those that were on top
Are now the last on the bottom of
"The food chain"
There time came then passed..
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
What if everything we know
Everything we ever learned
Was just a cover up
To protect us from the real world?
Would we want to learn the truth
Or hide inside our walls
Our limits
Because that’s all we’ve ever known
Would you enter the unknown
An abyss waiting to be discovered
Or would you try to stay confined
Inside the black and white guidelines set for you
As children, we are imaginative
We make our own games
Our own rules
Which are taken away as we are told to grow up
But “growing up” is not that simple
You are set to discover who you are
With no help
No guidelines
We are given choices
And most of us choose to stay who we’ve always been
While some of us venture
To discover who we can become
OUR limits
I chose to take the path of no return
I’ve been through hell and back
And I learn something new everyday
To the point where I feel my limit is endless
Until I realize that
This world is cruel
And when you seem to stand alone
You’re faced with the horrible reality
That people like you
Are killed off
For expressing themselves
Being different
Choosing their paths
Creeping away from the normal routes
That are chosen through blind eyes
We are an extinct species.
For the ones who chose to be unique,
Are exterminated
And forever gone
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
I am lost in a race
To the finish
I run
But not knowing why
Breath,
Heart,
Racing,
As fast as my feet
Touch ground
I am
Running
Not knowing if I
Can breath in as much
As I expel out,
I see the lights shred darkness
I must run
For I am the last one
The prize that must be won
The cost is my life,
Run
Run
Run
Extinction is my loss
We were on the top,
But now we are what
Others were before,
The hunter is now hunted
We are now the endangered ones..
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
the parallels of she and her and you
and the era extinct.
the notes that linger on the rooftop
the shapes that she drew
the shapes that you colored in
the notes that were written
the notes that were written
and erased.
the absence is not new,
though rises like a dull sun in winter
in search of somewhere
less white.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC