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"enviroment" poems
As mother nature's Punitive measure Against a society In maintaining The statuesque That doesn't bother, Our rivers Had become subject To a water thirst, To the extent Of projecting Rocky ribs Terrifyingly protruded out For easy count! But now thanks to The all-out, terrace making And reafforestation effort Of each catchment Farmers have made a point And also  to the afforestation Move of the government Rivers aside from quenching Their insatiable thirst Have resumed To brim over With floods Drinking water To their hearts' content. Our forests once stripped of Their wooded cover Have started, fast, to recover From afar they are seen Robed eye-catching green From a fry-pan sky Allowing a shelter Also busy Carbon to sequester. Wild animals That migrated Have preferred Back their way to find. Now farmers don't have Deep to dig To sink a water well Or find a nearby spring. Birds are heard chirruping Be it winter, summer or spring, While Brooks bubbling. Buzzing and hovering From this to that flower Bees are producing Organic honey by the hour. Promising a bumper harvest Farmer's plots have Fortunately continued To resuscitate! Those leaving Their denuded abode behind Away, who preferred To stay 'We will return back home soon! ' Is what They  say. Happily enough Mother nature Affords us a second chance Imbued with Environment stewardship If  we are willing to mend Our wrong 'Feast today famine tomorrow! ' stance. To dispel the spectre Of climate change And systematically face The global challenge True to the adage 'We have either to swim together or sink together! ' Hence in fighting the challenge Or adapting to the change Back scratching, We have to be on the same page. Indeed, irrigation must Not slip our mind For erratic rainfall A  lasting solution If we must find.// Once a famous Ethiopian Poet  Pro.Debebe Seifu Who had passed away had  penned down a picturesque poem lamenting the land degradation, deforestation and change of climate the country was suffering.The bad scenario seemed unrecoverable.Now a days Ethiopia is reversing that sad episode.I have therefore to write a poem on this #change   #trees   #erosion   #climate   #deforestation   #enviroment   #degeradation   #desertification
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 4:22 AM UTC
Fortunately it resuscitates
As mother nature's Punitive measure Against a society In maintaining The statuesque That doesn't bother, Our rivers Had become subject To a water thirst, To the extent Of projecting Rocky ribs Terrifyingly protruded out For easy count! But now thanks to The all-out, terrace making And reafforestation effort Of each catchment Farmers have made a point And also  to the afforestation Move of the government Rivers aside from quenching Their insatiable thirst Have resumed To brim over With floods Drinking water To their hearts' content. Our forests once stripped of Their wooded cover Have started, fast, to recover From afar they are seen Robed eye-catching green From a fry-pan sky Allowing a shelter Also busy Carbon to sequester. Wild animals That migrated Have preferred Back their way to find. Now farmers don't have Deep to dig To sink a water well Or find a nearby spring. Birds are heard chirruping Be it winter, summer or spring, While Brooks bubbling. Buzzing and hovering From this to that flower Bees are producing Organic honey by the hour. Promising a bumper harvest Farmer's plots have Fortunately continued To resuscitate! Those leaving Their denuded abode behind Away, who preferred To stay 'We will return back home soon! ' Is what They  say. Happily enough Mother nature Affords us a second chance Imbued with Environment stewardship If  we are willing to mend Our wrong 'Feast today famine tomorrow! ' stance. To dispel the spectre Of climate change And systematically face The global challenge True to the adage 'We have either to swim together or sink together! ' Hence in fighting the challenge Or adapting to the change Back scratching, We have to be on the same page. Indeed, irrigation must Not slip our mind For erratic rainfall A  lasting solution If we must find.// Once a famous Ethiopian Poet  Pro.Debebe Seifu Who had passed away had  penned down a picturesque poem lamenting the land degradation, deforestation and change of climate the country was suffering.The bad scenario seemed unrecoverable.Now a days Ethiopia is reversing that sad episode.I have therefore to write a poem on this #change   #trees   #erosion   #climate   #deforestation   #enviroment   #degeradation   #desertification
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My heads pounding My necks twisted amuck think I'mma stop giving a **** Light up a blunt and do what I want - woah wait - ain't that the **** that got me here in the first place? Worst case I nervously pace the halls for a day - two or a weekend Blasting the weeknd Entire enviroment reeking shrieking - Nah - I'm better than that. Can't latch onto the past. That's the trash that got us there at the start - instead I prepare it in art And share from the heart, with you. And you. And you and you and you. Because why not? It helps forget about that pinebox looming- Thinking outside the winebox lucid - I mean Windex, clean em out And a win decks, stacks paper chips You can't say this isn't some matrix blips I am not losing **** I am manuevering this beautiful thing up past this ******* Nuva Ring Cause that's life - you can get beat or keep it on a leash - jeez that's sexist. I don't know where this became an accepted comparison, its embarrassing comparing them - to K9's But we hear it through the grapevine Turns of phrase we make fine.
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
the grapevines (nsfw)
In order to be succesful you must be a fool… Thats the worse advise you can get ever.. I am so hurt after i got an advise like that… Maybe i dont get the message right, help. Being stupid means letting other people oppress you to get succesful, I stil dont get it… Steve Biko ” THEY HAVE TAKEN A BRIEF LOOK AT WHAT IS, AND HAVE DIAGNOSED THE PROBLEM INCORRECTLY. THEY HAVE ALMOST COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE SIDE EFFECTS AND HAVE NOT EVEN CONSIDERED THE ROOT CAUSE. HENCE WHATEVER IS IMPROVISED AS A REMEDY WILL HARDLY CURE THE CONDITION.” From I write what i like the chapter We blacks… The sad part is even after 19years of democratic freedom in South Africa, some people wont change the State of mind about racial oppression it stil exist especially more in work plaće enviroment… For someone who grew up Free, born Free generation stil put the whites superior and continue worshiping them to be superior than the other fellow nlack brothers grow up… I am a fighter, i refuse to sell my soul to please fellow White brothers for favours of better treatment because of my dark Colored skin… Its a sign, with the more knowledge i am equiping My self with for better and my space of democratic freedom and rights, i will succed in life… For all the previously disadvantaged people they went through some tough time and cruel struggle… For instance the “72 Hour Clause. A clause in apartheid regulations which controlled the movement of African from one district to another.” Those people struggled but they fought dor equality. Now that we have equality you stil wanna plaese a fellow White brother with all the previllages you have. I my self i know that through struggle that i encounter in life i learn more on survival and live to tell a story… Im dissapointed already about some of the side effect of the past but im not ackwoledging racial discrimination nor even allow it to happen infront of me with a mute sense… Can’t you see the light! Its sign… For all the unprevillaged people the is no succes without a struggle… From the struggle you learn how to survive and live to tell a story… Don’t water a thorn tree and expect an apple…
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:41 AM UTC
The Sad Side Of The Born Free Generation
In order to be succesful you must be a fool… Thats the worse advise you can get ever.. I am so hurt after i got an advise like that… Maybe i dont get the message right, help. Being stupid means letting other people oppress you to get succesful, I stil dont get it… Steve Biko ” THEY HAVE TAKEN A BRIEF LOOK AT WHAT IS, AND HAVE DIAGNOSED THE PROBLEM INCORRECTLY. THEY HAVE ALMOST COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE SIDE EFFECTS AND HAVE NOT EVEN CONSIDERED THE ROOT CAUSE. HENCE WHATEVER IS IMPROVISED AS A REMEDY WILL HARDLY CURE THE CONDITION.” From I write what i like the chapter We blacks… The sad part is even after 19years of democratic freedom in South Africa, some people wont change the State of mind about racial oppression it stil exist especially more in work plaće enviroment… For someone who grew up Free, born Free generation stil put the whites superior and continue worshiping them to be superior than the other fellow nlack brothers grow up… I am a fighter, i refuse to sell my soul to please fellow White brothers for favours of better treatment because of my dark Colored skin… Its a sign, with the more knowledge i am equiping My self with for better and my space of democratic freedom and rights, i will succed in life… For all the previously disadvantaged people they went through some tough time and cruel struggle… For instance the “72 Hour Clause. A clause in apartheid regulations which controlled the movement of African from one district to another.” Those people struggled but they fought dor equality. Now that we have equality you stil wanna plaese a fellow White brother with all the previllages you have. I my self i know that through struggle that i encounter in life i learn more on survival and live to tell a story… Im dissapointed already about some of the side effect of the past but im not ackwoledging racial discrimination nor even allow it to happen infront of me with a mute sense… Can’t you see the light! Its sign… For all the unprevillaged people the is no succes without a struggle… From the struggle you learn how to survive and live to tell a story… Don’t water a thorn tree and expect an apple…
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Apon are arrival once at times seemed questionable We were greated by none. hawaii had spoiled us to all other airport experiences Were else could a half hunover yet slighty buzzed madman stumble from a plane to encounter a beautiful woman in a grass and cocunut bra once even now made me thirst for for a pina collada. But in in canada there was nothing to greet us there but cold As we stumbbled around dressed like soon to be doomed criminals awaitting trial. Cananda its slogan should have been. Welcome to Cannada it's really ******* cold. But we knew where to find warmth in this enviroment. Or for that matter any enviroment. For we were drunks or as i liked to think of it consistant drinkers And on are journey into this land of freezing weather maple syrup and ice hockey. We had one true goal. we had come to drink Cannada dry. No bar would untouched No bottle would not know are name. we would hit on many women. Score with a few and say we had slept with many. I was a religeous man and i need to get in touch with with the spirts The spirts of Canadian mist Jim beam And my old stand by spirt Gin It was a bold mission for which we had set forth. Are livers were alredy beaten to almost a pulp but we still somehow still walked and functioned in disquise of semi normal human beings but nothing was further from the truth we were writters was ment we were professional crazy people On a mission to depleet this icey land of its alcohol an drink canada dry
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Oct 18, 2009
Oct 18, 2009 at 12:34 PM UTC
Canada Dry
Brow beaten and body bent shoulders tense With a headache in the midst Dragging, you push through the day Your only thought is of a soft bed awaiting your arrival Awaiting the feel of comfort to wrap its self around you The prospect of a soak in a hot bubble bath helps you get through the day You can picture it, salt beads with candles lit all around Melting in the water along with your problems soothing your aching body As your worries disappear with each breathe Your mind travels back to the troubles of the day Thanking God that its all over And you start fresh the next day Happy to be at home in your safe enviroment You slip into your most comfortable pj's And curl yourself up with a good book to wind down The pressures of the day tucked in for the night QNA
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Jul 12, 2011
Jul 12, 2011 at 9:15 AM UTC
A Long Day At Work
As the rain pours into day Driving on drench roads I am alone Inside this mechanical vehicle Feelings of warmth and comfort Away from the impurities Sheilding the outter atmosphere As the music soothes me to another time While the passionate lyrics Uplift my spirit A completed stop I commence to breath air On Earth's surrounding enviroment People looking like humanoids With grimance faces As I stood like a pawn on a chess board Being checkmate from the unknown This terrain Which is not mine to walk but to stroll in a proud manner As I feel no calmity Peeling my soul While my skin is frail To their discomforted As the sun settles upon the cloudy skies The raging foes are normal As I seek to dry land A touch of wet grass Endures my feet to a conviction of glory
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Nov 20, 2009
Nov 20, 2009 at 10:11 PM UTC
Unforgettable Drive
I am a result Of not two people I am a result of advertisements Of politicians Of company's Of ideas drilled into my head, by constant repotion and threats from authority figures I am a result of headlines that scream the words **** death, racesim and terror. I am a result of built up hopes. The countless movies that show us heros that conqure the impossible, while slowly walking away form an explosion. The comic books that boldly display abilitys we then dream of. Expectations we are forced to have that someday we will save the world. I am the result of reality hitting you full on like a world saving superman punch, I am the result of relizing, that there is a 99.9999999999% chance I am not the "chosen one" I am the result of an enviroment where I have to hold my breath to not let the toxins in The overdose headlines The children I see inhaling away there future and when I walk by blowing it in my face I am the result of an overdose that ripped away my uncle A world filled with misery and we find this the best way to "cure" it. I am a result filled with images of diffrent family's breaking apart, leaving broken children behind. A result witnessing the hurt, homeless and heartless walk on the same ground but don't awknoladge it The veterans thrown to the streets The gay pride rainbows coverd in the dark clouds of pregiduce this world is shadowed by The sour taste of racesim lingering on individual tongues trying to break through a wall of common sense The weaponising of wonderful wise wishful young children around the world to creat a fearful, fierce, fiery killing machine I am a result of this world, the mistakes we all make, the suffering we all take, the lives these mistakes put at stake, these wounds that ache, the cusses that spin in children's head thanks to drake, these politicians people see as lying snakes, this earth that quakes, that brings us awake I am a result, in a world of results Of hope that one day we can push these fears away I am a result of an army of dreamers A horde of lovers And a croud of carers I am a result of two people who tried hard enough to make a difference They are my sheild and my sword equipping me to fight this poisend world We are what's left we are the dreamers the workers and the lovers and once were done fighting away the hurt, evil,terror and pain, We can look out on this world and call it Our result
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
Result
I am a result Of not two people I am a result of advertisements Of politicians Of company's Of ideas drilled into my head, by constant repotion and threats from authority figures I am a result of headlines that scream the words **** death, racesim and terror. I am a result of built up hopes. The countless movies that show us heros that conqure the impossible, while slowly walking away form an explosion. The comic books that boldly display abilitys we then dream of. Expectations we are forced to have that someday we will save the world. I am the result of reality hitting you full on like a world saving superman punch, I am the result of relizing, that there is a 99.9999999999% chance I am not the "chosen one" I am the result of an enviroment where I have to hold my breath to not let the toxins in The overdose headlines The children I see inhaling away there future and when I walk by blowing it in my face I am the result of an overdose that ripped away my uncle A world filled with misery and we find this the best way to "cure" it. I am a result filled with images of diffrent family's breaking apart, leaving broken children behind. A result witnessing the hurt, homeless and heartless walk on the same ground but don't awknoladge it The veterans thrown to the streets The gay pride rainbows coverd in the dark clouds of pregiduce this world is shadowed by The sour taste of racesim lingering on individual tongues trying to break through a wall of common sense The weaponising of wonderful wise wishful young children around the world to creat a fearful, fierce, fiery killing machine I am a result of this world, the mistakes we all make, the suffering we all take, the lives these mistakes put at stake, these wounds that ache, the cusses that spin in children's head thanks to drake, these politicians people see as lying snakes, this earth that quakes, that brings us awake I am a result, in a world of results Of hope that one day we can push these fears away I am a result of an army of dreamers A horde of lovers And a croud of carers I am a result of two people who tried hard enough to make a difference They are my sheild and my sword equipping me to fight this poisend world We are what's left we are the dreamers the workers and the lovers and once were done fighting away the hurt, evil,terror and pain, We can look out on this world and call it Our result
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I influence one life only to tear the next down I reward one part of my body and dump my problems on an already filled mind I am a surgeon who will cut anything but itself I am the theif that stabs you for a penny. I am the opposite of good intention and the opposite of blessed harmony I could go deeper and pollute the enviroment To the world I came as a gift but to the grave I return as a burden I never did care, nor could care for anything but myself. Even in death I spill poison into earth
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
To the world I came as a gift but to the grave I return as a burden
I have very few words to utter Selfishness is destructive… Selfishness is the core ignition of war… Example world war…. That selfishness kind of love… Mmmmmm… Has a tendecy of Love struck whip… Leaves the heart with a longer lasting smile Keep the heart satified till… Very manipulative indeed Indigenously it has claimed life of a handfull Alot sactifised for it Alot lost their soul to the Gream reaper for it Alot don’t care about anything except for it… It’s lovely… It’s Love after all… That selfishn kind of love… It goes deeper and deeper It leaves you in a galaxy of its own… Its like the feeling of touching a star… It gives you the benefit of doubt, that kind of 7 wonders…. It swings around with 6th senses… It deceives the fortune tellers truth… The words I love you that I may utter on your ear, especially unexpected in a right mood in a silent enviroment with that ****** expression of I mean it…. Taking your soul to the lost world…. Nothing can come between the two.. Let go, let free “NEVER” says the cheated heart… Till death do us apart… You must run as fast as you could if you come across those words “Til death do us apart” its like signing invisible contract that has a small print that says you try to break up you are death… That selfishn kind of love has alot of clause… The whole contract has being composed with “I love you” in BOLD the rest small print… Good luck! Its your choice… Love exist… Same as the selfish kind of love Its Love…
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC
That Selfish Kind Of Love
I have very few words to utter Selfishness is destructive… Selfishness is the core ignition of war… Example world war…. That selfishness kind of love… Mmmmmm… Has a tendecy of Love struck whip… Leaves the heart with a longer lasting smile Keep the heart satified till… Very manipulative indeed Indigenously it has claimed life of a handfull Alot sactifised for it Alot lost their soul to the Gream reaper for it Alot don’t care about anything except for it… It’s lovely… It’s Love after all… That selfishn kind of love… It goes deeper and deeper It leaves you in a galaxy of its own… Its like the feeling of touching a star… It gives you the benefit of doubt, that kind of 7 wonders…. It swings around with 6th senses… It deceives the fortune tellers truth… The words I love you that I may utter on your ear, especially unexpected in a right mood in a silent enviroment with that ****** expression of I mean it…. Taking your soul to the lost world…. Nothing can come between the two.. Let go, let free “NEVER” says the cheated heart… Till death do us apart… You must run as fast as you could if you come across those words “Til death do us apart” its like signing invisible contract that has a small print that says you try to break up you are death… That selfishn kind of love has alot of clause… The whole contract has being composed with “I love you” in BOLD the rest small print… Good luck! Its your choice… Love exist… Same as the selfish kind of love Its Love…
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In the year two-thousand and eight While running for president Senator John McCain stated That we need more nuclear energy, He stated that nuclear energy, is safe and friendly to the enviroment. Nuclear energy, he said is clean because it doesn't pollute the air. He said that nuclear energy is the Wave of the future. Yesterday, One Twenty-nine Ten.  I read in the newspaper that the state of Vermont was going to vote on closing down its nuclear energy plant. It seems that ever since it began leaking Tritium (a highly toxic by-product of nuclear energy) into its drinking water they've determined a link to the sudden high rate of cancer. Tritium has also been found in water supplies near nuclear plants in Illinois and New York.  But, those states have chosen not to react. I think we should wave goodbye to nuclear plants before everyone will have to wave goodbye to their future    wrote a song about it       CLEAN TRITIUM    Hey Mr. Senator! Give us a glass of that Clean, clean tritium      Cancer's great stuff We need more of that Give us clean, clean tritium    Hey all New Yorkers Illinois and Vermont Drink up!  Clean, clean tritium   No, we can't breathe But, at least we had that Not, that clean, clean tritium   How about serving A bottle to Congress Drink up!  Clean, clean tritium   The House is refusing? What's all the confusing It's clean, clean tritium   Mmm it's so tasty Just like cows from the sixties Clean, clean tritium   Death is delicious Who cares what's nutritious It's clean, clean tritium   Hey Mr. President You drunk a glass yet? Clean, clean tritium Everybody die It's the only way to fly It's that clean, clean tritium He promised us health care All we have is death here That clean, clean tritium Clean Clean Tritium Clean Clean Tritium Clean Clean Tritium
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
Clean Tritium
In the year two-thousand and eight While running for president Senator John McCain stated That we need more nuclear energy, He stated that nuclear energy, is safe and friendly to the enviroment. Nuclear energy, he said is clean because it doesn't pollute the air. He said that nuclear energy is the Wave of the future. Yesterday, One Twenty-nine Ten.  I read in the newspaper that the state of Vermont was going to vote on closing down its nuclear energy plant. It seems that ever since it began leaking Tritium (a highly toxic by-product of nuclear energy) into its drinking water they've determined a link to the sudden high rate of cancer. Tritium has also been found in water supplies near nuclear plants in Illinois and New York.  But, those states have chosen not to react. I think we should wave goodbye to nuclear plants before everyone will have to wave goodbye to their future    wrote a song about it       CLEAN TRITIUM    Hey Mr. Senator! Give us a glass of that Clean, clean tritium      Cancer's great stuff We need more of that Give us clean, clean tritium    Hey all New Yorkers Illinois and Vermont Drink up!  Clean, clean tritium   No, we can't breathe But, at least we had that Not, that clean, clean tritium   How about serving A bottle to Congress Drink up!  Clean, clean tritium   The House is refusing? What's all the confusing It's clean, clean tritium   Mmm it's so tasty Just like cows from the sixties Clean, clean tritium   Death is delicious Who cares what's nutritious It's clean, clean tritium   Hey Mr. President You drunk a glass yet? Clean, clean tritium Everybody die It's the only way to fly It's that clean, clean tritium He promised us health care All we have is death here That clean, clean tritium Clean Clean Tritium Clean Clean Tritium Clean Clean Tritium
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Perfection's never something, You can capture oh so well. But her beauty burned like gazing, At the fires that burn in Hell. And people they would beg of her, "Let me capture you in photograph." But with beauty that was so obscure, She'd always turn and laugh. She woke up every morning, But this was a different one. Called an artist that was yearning, "We can do this just for fun." She stained her lips with rose. Painted her cheeks in the fairest rouge. Slipped ballet flats upon her toes. And in her sundress she found refuge. The amateur had no say, She had planned the perfect spot. She whispered, "I'll lead the way." A small price to pay to get the perfect shot. Her movements were so delicate, It's as if they were devised. She used a subtle hand wave to indicate, That they had finally arrived. You would think you'd see a castle, Or maybe a field of green. But this enviroment was quite the hassle, Maybe her sense of taste wasn't keen. She thrusted weeds away, Steering clear of twigs and rocks. The warm wind made her sundress sway, And softly tousled her gold locks. Upon a bridge she advanced, The planks began to creak. The water below her danced, And sunset began to peak. She lifted her legs with elegance, And supported herself with a beam. The photographer shuttered in benevolence, But followed along with this dangerous scheme. It's as if the camera was under a spell; As beneath the bridge, waves violentally lashed. She threw her arms out and willingly fell, As the light grew bright and flashed. The tides pulled tight around her. They made her twirl and spin. And the camera man swore, she smiled as they tugged her in. Perfection's not that fluent. Not something you can capture oh so well. But now we have a picture here to prove it, As the waves dragged her to Hell.
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Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 1:35 PM UTC
The Waves.
Perfection's never something, You can capture oh so well. But her beauty burned like gazing, At the fires that burn in Hell. And people they would beg of her, "Let me capture you in photograph." But with beauty that was so obscure, She'd always turn and laugh. She woke up every morning, But this was a different one. Called an artist that was yearning, "We can do this just for fun." She stained her lips with rose. Painted her cheeks in the fairest rouge. Slipped ballet flats upon her toes. And in her sundress she found refuge. The amateur had no say, She had planned the perfect spot. She whispered, "I'll lead the way." A small price to pay to get the perfect shot. Her movements were so delicate, It's as if they were devised. She used a subtle hand wave to indicate, That they had finally arrived. You would think you'd see a castle, Or maybe a field of green. But this enviroment was quite the hassle, Maybe her sense of taste wasn't keen. She thrusted weeds away, Steering clear of twigs and rocks. The warm wind made her sundress sway, And softly tousled her gold locks. Upon a bridge she advanced, The planks began to creak. The water below her danced, And sunset began to peak. She lifted her legs with elegance, And supported herself with a beam. The photographer shuttered in benevolence, But followed along with this dangerous scheme. It's as if the camera was under a spell; As beneath the bridge, waves violentally lashed. She threw her arms out and willingly fell, As the light grew bright and flashed. The tides pulled tight around her. They made her twirl and spin. And the camera man swore, she smiled as they tugged her in. Perfection's not that fluent. Not something you can capture oh so well. But now we have a picture here to prove it, As the waves dragged her to Hell.
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Pay checks and movie stubs amongst reciepts and wrappers buried beneath fields of dust bunnies and clouds of unused smoke is that all there is? Graded approvals and first take judgements within statement making garments dependant upon conditions and factors and one can't forget limits is that all there is? Genuinely fake smiles and unpiercing sharp eyes around the time of no boundaries next to missed alarm clock rings and ever so important transit missions is that all there is? Talk back and rumor mills spin webs of classes missing caste systems yet gaining entry into future endeavours so clever these days of ours is that all there is? Awkward congregations and a sense of forced happiness paired with seemingly healthy attractions combine to create an enviroment in which only the parasites can dwell is that all there is?
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 11:10 PM UTC
Is that all there is?
You want me to be me, but the me you envision. After all you're always right. ... I maintain my own balance with the world, but again my imperfections are brought to light. Unsurprisingly I let you down, Not because I refuse, but because I cannot fight. I am not allowed to be me. ... You expect me to be more. Everything at once. To take care of my self, others left unattended. To maintain the enviroment, other aspects let down. I'm slow, I don't understand, I run out of time. Doesn't matter. ... You miss the attention, the dedication, that I used to give. You want the little things, the gifts, the cuddles, the affection. I with to provide, but often cannot, the hell if I know why. ... I've come to live in fear. Reluctant to return home from work Not wanting us left alone. ... The easy seperation isn't an option, too many depend on us. I don't want that. I never would have started if I wanted an end. But I don't know how to heal. Or if we can. ... Always on the negative, never the positive. Providing motivation out of fear not desire. Meanwhile I'm dying inside. ... I've had to learn to resist depression and to repress who I am. I've given up dreams of a future and am left to see what happens. ... So much sacrifice that cannot be undone, starting to wonder what I gave it up for.
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
How I feel, What You Need to Know
The salubrious nature of the climate, could'nt Conceal the Sardonic smile of the Sun. Scorching heat withered the Green carpet on the Visage of the Earth, Turgid & Rigid plants Conceated defeat to the Harsh enviroment and became Flaccid. Both live & dead, micro & macro couldn't Elude the Vindictive & Reprisal power of the Earth, Destructive habit of man was Remunerated with the Sadism nature of Eco-system. If only Replenishing was a Custom within our Volition, Catastrophy befalling us would be a Past-Tense, Trees & Animals may seem lesser but there Impact on our eco-system is Vital......!! @miamizoliver
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 8:59 AM UTC
ECO-SYSTEM....
Now I will take ya'll further back in my time The time when I realized angels were taking care of me They were always mine My Daddy was quite different when he came home from Vietnam My Mother became secondary His mission in life was to show others God is number one Don't misunderstand me, I know this is true Yet I saw it my in mothers eyes at times this made her blue Daddy stayed in the army but we also opened our home It became a place of residence for the unwanted We called it "The Manor" A place to find Christ and no longer rome During this time I was a very young child In my eyes this enviroment felt a bit wild Everyone rejoicing, singing hymns Then out of the blue great vibrance would come Someone would burst out speaking in tongues Oh, so very much going on My sister was upstairs jammin to psychedelic rock Hangin with the hippies who were supposed to be downstairs at church or the rehab class Yet they had wandered away To the psychedelic world that led them astray I remember once seeing one of the alcoholic homeless men Sneakin into my Daddy's bathroom Drinking his aftershave To satisfy his alcohol crave Ah, the good Ole' daze After sometime we moved "The Manor" To the country, in the sunshine A place we called "The Farm" A big ole Victorian home, the stairs to the attic were gone The stories were that the house was haunted The scary tales my sisters told me yet still I never felt any harm The Cape Fear River flowed thru nearby I watched the Baptisms as I played on the side Spiritualism in my heart so very true It buried deep inside me as I grew I decided not to let it escape For in my heart I knew the true cost it intakes Even then I longed for a simple life Trouble free, I dreamt, at no price I sure did get happy when I would see Grandma and Papa pull up It meant we were heading to the beach In Papa's SUV That is always when true PEACE would arrive Inside of me
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
ANGELS DELIVERING PEACE
Now I will take ya'll further back in my time The time when I realized angels were taking care of me They were always mine My Daddy was quite different when he came home from Vietnam My Mother became secondary His mission in life was to show others God is number one Don't misunderstand me, I know this is true Yet I saw it my in mothers eyes at times this made her blue Daddy stayed in the army but we also opened our home It became a place of residence for the unwanted We called it "The Manor" A place to find Christ and no longer rome During this time I was a very young child In my eyes this enviroment felt a bit wild Everyone rejoicing, singing hymns Then out of the blue great vibrance would come Someone would burst out speaking in tongues Oh, so very much going on My sister was upstairs jammin to psychedelic rock Hangin with the hippies who were supposed to be downstairs at church or the rehab class Yet they had wandered away To the psychedelic world that led them astray I remember once seeing one of the alcoholic homeless men Sneakin into my Daddy's bathroom Drinking his aftershave To satisfy his alcohol crave Ah, the good Ole' daze After sometime we moved "The Manor" To the country, in the sunshine A place we called "The Farm" A big ole Victorian home, the stairs to the attic were gone The stories were that the house was haunted The scary tales my sisters told me yet still I never felt any harm The Cape Fear River flowed thru nearby I watched the Baptisms as I played on the side Spiritualism in my heart so very true It buried deep inside me as I grew I decided not to let it escape For in my heart I knew the true cost it intakes Even then I longed for a simple life Trouble free, I dreamt, at no price I sure did get happy when I would see Grandma and Papa pull up It meant we were heading to the beach In Papa's SUV That is always when true PEACE would arrive Inside of me
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You are treading dangerous waters, and I have been entrusted with your care. Though I wish to be only impassive bystander, I must guide you through this new enviroment, ****** upon you so quickly and without any warning. Though I wish to harbor only sympathy towards you, a single look in your direction renders me completely empathetic, until I can feel the waves closing over my own head, remembering vividly my own drowning, so far away and so long ago.
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Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
Life-Guard (II)
"No matter where you live you should be able to turn on the tap and drink safe water" - David Boyd Every day I grow The importance of the preservation of our enviroment becomes more and more predominant. To grow up drinking from discovered gurgling creeks, To feel the cool purity revitalize my young soul, To bask in the clean beauty of our waters, I took for granted its safety. To grow up with the river as my guide, my mentor, my reflector for my inner growth I learned to listen to the way it laughed and danced And polished unassuming river stones as it told me of past stories and taught me humility. All this time I took for granted its safety. It is only now As my cacoon of security begins to crack do I realize This is not every humans relationship to our waters. Only now do I realize I am blessed to be able to drink from discovered streams, let alone my tap without a second thought Only now do I realize Millions of parched souls have grown with water as an enemy Wary of the pollutants it carries. It is treated with caution Whereas it was once revered. Water, as a definition is "the basis of the fluids of living organisms" We are essentially poisening ourselves as well as our earth with our actions. It is time to shift as a country, as a nation To protect our enviroment to protect our waters and to protect humanity its self The right to a healthy enviroment Is the right to live.
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
Blue Dot Movement
starving for air in this cloudy room gasping for life with no intention of leaving any time soon another day another f-cking dollar I hope one day instead of getting out of bed I set fire to my sheets instead then fall back asleep with the courage to put a bag over my head I am only here because of my parents two kids with nothing better to do than to smoke dope and make a kid in the backseat of the car my father would eventually die in if there is a point to all of this someone please tell me I am running out of theories the one who stepped in after him is about to step out and I have to deal with the fact that when he does talk my name comes out of his mouth and if he goes before I see him it will be just another hole I live with another reason to doubt to seek freedom through love but the days pass slow we used to be ants and now we are slugs who has time to work for love when money exists? and who has the energy to lift a fist in an effort to fight against what seems to protects us providing laws and entertainment this is mental containment and it is time to face it not embrace it
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
Product of my enviroment
How sweet is the taste of success when you have constantly failed How wonderful it is be finally accepted after constant rejections How refreshing it feels to breathe after being in a suffocated enviroment How awesome it feels to experience happiness after a season of sadness How amazing it feels to finally get a chance at life after living death on a daily basis How incredible it feels to just blank your mind and let go of all your worries
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
Untitled 192
"DONT LET THE WORLD BREAK ME" In a world so cold Makes you wonder If there is any love out there Haters always trying to knock me down Jealousy always trying to stop me No ones perfect in this world But only God can judge me Only he knows whats in my heart Only he knows why I do things So why do some people in this world wanna judge me? When they dont even truly know me So much hatred towards me So much Jealousy thrown my way Some would rather see me die then to see me fly Lord, I beg you Dont Let the world break me As they try to everyday Some backstabbing me everyway Why is there so much hatred towards me Maybe because it's their jealousy There are some things that I dont understand in this world Like, why are there people starving? Why is the world's enviroment in such a mess And people dont do anything to fix it? Why are people always tripping on me When they dont even know me Dont Let the world break me Even when they try, they wont be able to Because I am much stronger then they'll ever know And with you by my side Lord, I am Invincible So much hatred around the world So much backstabbing I'm not trying to act as if I am perfect I am not the kind of person to judge But why are so many people always judging me? He who is without sin, let him cast the first stone They that truly know me, Let they be the ones to say anything about me Although I doubt that they ever will Its hard to find true friends out there Because there are so many haters out there Dont Let the world break me Stop judging me.. Stop waisting your time on me There are more things in demand out there that need attention Why do you pay your attention on the starving people out there Why dont you pay attention On the World's enviroment Why dont you pay attention on Your own family, I bet their in need of it For those out there who are constantly judging me take my advice And look at yourself in the mirror I bet you'll find yourself to be non-perfect So who are you to judge me Who are you to backstab As they constantly try Lord, Don't Let the world break me By Erik Herrera
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
Untitled
"DONT LET THE WORLD BREAK ME" In a world so cold Makes you wonder If there is any love out there Haters always trying to knock me down Jealousy always trying to stop me No ones perfect in this world But only God can judge me Only he knows whats in my heart Only he knows why I do things So why do some people in this world wanna judge me? When they dont even truly know me So much hatred towards me So much Jealousy thrown my way Some would rather see me die then to see me fly Lord, I beg you Dont Let the world break me As they try to everyday Some backstabbing me everyway Why is there so much hatred towards me Maybe because it's their jealousy There are some things that I dont understand in this world Like, why are there people starving? Why is the world's enviroment in such a mess And people dont do anything to fix it? Why are people always tripping on me When they dont even know me Dont Let the world break me Even when they try, they wont be able to Because I am much stronger then they'll ever know And with you by my side Lord, I am Invincible So much hatred around the world So much backstabbing I'm not trying to act as if I am perfect I am not the kind of person to judge But why are so many people always judging me? He who is without sin, let him cast the first stone They that truly know me, Let they be the ones to say anything about me Although I doubt that they ever will Its hard to find true friends out there Because there are so many haters out there Dont Let the world break me Stop judging me.. Stop waisting your time on me There are more things in demand out there that need attention Why do you pay your attention on the starving people out there Why dont you pay attention On the World's enviroment Why dont you pay attention on Your own family, I bet their in need of it For those out there who are constantly judging me take my advice And look at yourself in the mirror I bet you'll find yourself to be non-perfect So who are you to judge me Who are you to backstab As they constantly try Lord, Don't Let the world break me By Erik Herrera
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They felt but  couldn't confess it he loved her with everything in him and she also loved him with everything in her but they pretended they didn't feel or care about each other because of the kind of enviroment and society they lived in But could the society really stop their love and care for each other ? well the answer is NO *** no matter where they were they always showed their love and care indiectly cus'the love they felt for each other was so strong that it couldn't be stopped by anyone not even the society
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Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 9:17 AM UTC
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As time goes by the world is in constant change. Such is also seen in the voices of our children and in our lives and affecting our fortunes. Trust in a relationship comes by faith theough love of understanding. Patience is a virtue and neccessity. Kindness and the willingness to adapt to the ever changing tides in the human enviroment. Both heart and soul is lost like a ship at sea without understanding it is tossed by storm after storm. The faithful stay the lines and continue to say-all. Destiny would have it say the wind steers the ship but the captain weathers the storm and guides the ship through the stormy seas. The rain is blown in like cool refreshing water to be sure the captain stays alert to save the crew. A successful relationship is said to be based on trust. However, trust is not found without faith but through faith. Faith for faith as it has now been said begins a successful marriage. Just as the crew must trust the captain, the captain must also trust the crew. Vanity leads to both destruction of captain amd crew. Just as a captain must be skilled, so must the crew also be skilled. The husband is like a captain to where the wife is like the crew because this is where our children first arrive and strive to be. Lessons in life may be tough but just as children deserve second chances so do our relationships like captain and crew setting an example for our children. Who can say love is without envy? Love is the desire of the heart and a captain knows best what is to be desired in the mind. Like salt and pepper so is the inter-twining of love righteously seasoned. Thus the salt from the see and the pepper from the ground keeps captain amd crew informed for the children in families that without it would no longer be. There may be a sun and a moon or even earth and sky but nothing is nothing if love exists not in the eyes of the child. The heart that devours then devours itself. The heart that devours only devours nations upon nations. Love is the timeless gift of life and en-sures a future in a place throughout time and space without it all things would cease to exist. Explore with only love's understanding.
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Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 11:17 PM UTC
Captains Log Star Date 2020
As time goes by the world is in constant change. Such is also seen in the voices of our children and in our lives and affecting our fortunes. Trust in a relationship comes by faith theough love of understanding. Patience is a virtue and neccessity. Kindness and the willingness to adapt to the ever changing tides in the human enviroment. Both heart and soul is lost like a ship at sea without understanding it is tossed by storm after storm. The faithful stay the lines and continue to say-all. Destiny would have it say the wind steers the ship but the captain weathers the storm and guides the ship through the stormy seas. The rain is blown in like cool refreshing water to be sure the captain stays alert to save the crew. A successful relationship is said to be based on trust. However, trust is not found without faith but through faith. Faith for faith as it has now been said begins a successful marriage. Just as the crew must trust the captain, the captain must also trust the crew. Vanity leads to both destruction of captain amd crew. Just as a captain must be skilled, so must the crew also be skilled. The husband is like a captain to where the wife is like the crew because this is where our children first arrive and strive to be. Lessons in life may be tough but just as children deserve second chances so do our relationships like captain and crew setting an example for our children. Who can say love is without envy? Love is the desire of the heart and a captain knows best what is to be desired in the mind. Like salt and pepper so is the inter-twining of love righteously seasoned. Thus the salt from the see and the pepper from the ground keeps captain amd crew informed for the children in families that without it would no longer be. There may be a sun and a moon or even earth and sky but nothing is nothing if love exists not in the eyes of the child. The heart that devours then devours itself. The heart that devours only devours nations upon nations. Love is the timeless gift of life and en-sures a future in a place throughout time and space without it all things would cease to exist. Explore with only love's understanding.
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Am feeling as if Time & Detachment of sensibility to my enviroment people and thoughts are retained and analyzed to comform to my pattern of thinking...as if I am slightly comforted by a sense of relaxation/laziness that makes time pass in a form of carelessness and desensitization. My body is enormously relaxed and has a natural sense of calmness. Entuned and warped with light ease of mixed emotinal stress & the pressures of life are reduced by this slowed calm and relaxed feelings of peace & it's release of mental frustrations and stress. Time and space seem to be flowing more at ease with a touch of carelessness and relaxed sense of being comfortable in my own skin, enviroment and the people am surronded with. Perhaps I am slightly detached from feelings of anxiety, triggers to use and emotional stress have been diminished. I have finally let go of my obsession to use destructive substances...just for today I am clean & maintaining sober posture.
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Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
~Transgressions Of A Lazy Trance~