We have always thought of nature as something of wild life,blooming flowers anf sunnny days.But nature is maturing bringing rainy days when we are sad and lightening and thunder when we're mad sunny days when we're happy but nature is maturing in a so different way life us being brought into it familes explore it.Can you explore A maturing nature?

It's 3:09am
I'm im the library
Desperately trying to write a research paper:
'LGBT Familes'
How fitting.
Caffeine courses through my veins
Coffee overloads my bladder
Bathroom.
I hate bathrooms.

When you have no gender
The simple act of relieving yourself becomes a chore
The heavy weight of that key decision
Chokes your lungs as you stand outside the doors
Two doors.
Men.
Women.
Not me.

The choice becomes simplified:
While I sometimes pass as a man
I often do not.
I can choose the men's bathroom
The consequence of which could end in physical violence
The same hate I explain through my essay.
The same fear that plagues my community.

The women's restroom is also an option
The consequences likely less dire than the former:
Heavy side eye and the potential of yelling.
A much safer choice.
Obviously.

Per usual, I walk into the women's room.
I take three strides inside.
Then I stop.

I've never used the men's room.
My fear of violent reactions has always won.
Yet at a time like this
How likely is it that someone is inside the men's room?

Now is my chance to face my fears.
Now I have a safe chance at peeing in peace.
In a bathroom potentially more suiting
Of my gender identity
So I turn around.
Let the door slam behind me.

Half a step into the men's room
The smell of rancid ***** hits my senses
Toilet paper liters the stalls
I have missed absolutely nothing in my years in the women's room

Women have nicer facilities
A significantly more advanced hand dryer
Cleanliness
Air freshener
Men do not have these luxuries

Now I question,
Do men not take as good of care of their bathrooms as women do?
Do the workers intentionally prioritize women's sanitation?
What causes this undeniable divide?
Is the messiness of the men's room a result of their conscious decisions?
Or simply a response to societal expectation?

Regardless,
I think I'll stick to the women's room
While I add bathrooms to my compilation
Of more discrete gender inequality

60,000 plus young men gone
150,000 maimed
in a war that changed the face of a nation, a world
the never again war...

so many lives changed,
so many familes, left bereft.
so many lives... just gone

today in australia,
we stop and remember.
today, 100 years past,
a war was begun.

and it is only now,
that some ,
of those young men,
out for a boy's own adventure,
are coming home.
after, lying lost,
in foreign fields
and some, now known
will slumber on....

it is a day,
of sad remembering
we pause,
then carry on.

Grey and dreary, stairs going up. Lifts going down.
Long platforms,
Rails, leading to where? Leaving the town.

Coffee to order, sandwiches to eat.
Trains announced "what did he say"?
What time, what platform. Where do we meet?

People getting on, Looking for seats.
Familes getting off,
Aisles, blocked with suitcases and feet.

Following the canal, boats and ducks.
Watching the roads,
Speeding cars and trucks.

Seeing the planes land,
Then taking off, wondering where?
Probably back to their motherland.

Eventually we arrive.
To outstretched arms,
Bringing the love, that makes us alive.

so if black people
enslaved white people
for 250 years
then let them be ex-slaves
in the name of liberty
under a hand written
signed constitution
to stilll labor
for the excitement of killing
impunity
****** superiority
lives of infinite compromise
less than possible to survive
constantly *****
and killed for being white
legally
by black and white women in uniforms
with badges
insurance
familes
anger and impunity
******* in their minds
chains and slave ships
designed for their efficient torture
then racism would matter to them
and they would help us
but then we wouldn't need help
they would

The building they lived in,
called home,
became their tomb,
became the weapon that broke
their bone,
took their lives.

But their stories have to
survive,
This City won't let you forget
about those
you were meant to protect.

I was actually looking for a room
but found myself
on the fiery streets
CRS batting the flames
as politicians took their seats,
business as usual
but the people stood in refusal
Feminists Familes and BlackBlok
Yellow Jackets Housing Groups
round the clock
only the holiday period
could douse the fires
and I went back to mother
the pressure smothered

How long is your attention?
Remember: this is a poem for the dead

For those who were crushed as they slept in their bed

Merry ******* Christmas
instead.

There comes a phase or well, a period technically  when nothing seems alright..no matter  how hard you work, how optimistically you behave ...nothing, and none of the actions fall right into the place...nonetheless, most of your actions may create 'devastating effects' the kind, that you have least thought of, because your action (S)wasn't intentionally meant to fruit it into ' a disaster'.

Life,  in  such a phase might seem meaningless for the very cyclic though seemingly minute atrocities that you go through n the advent of time to others. You may wish to give up on everything and everyone you so wished to have in your life, yet your instinct wont let you..and all you may actually yearn for would be "Peace, Silence, and solitude' but that's what destiny and life will often deny giving you, or well, that's what exactly your life will demand for its fixture, yet that's exactly the fate will cunningly deny giving. Do not therefore, get caught in the trap! Realize, Analyse and move on... if required, crawl as slowly as the conscientious and painstaking "Tortoise".
But don't, don't you dare give up! and let your heart know that, This too shall pass.

Life has never been easy and kind to anybody all the time, how can it be biased  to and towards you forever then? We are but the sons and daughters of this mere human race, which is " emotional" yet "
so emotionless" "selfless" yet "selfish" beyond measures.Its just that, we often ignore the bad behind the goodness and consider it to be the  concrete truth, which actually isn't the case . We pray, but not as seriously and religiously as we do in our hard times, and seldom not for the necessities but the materialistic stuffs and exterior charms of life. Blessed therefore, are those who pray as hard in their good times, and they do in the hard times..and it is their good acts which makes the sight of 'misfortune' humbler to them. There prayers are straightaway "pure dedications" to someone they seriously adore.

We all pray, but most prayers are actually polite yet impolite orders to God, for granting that which is actually materialistic, shallow, or well, most often trivial.Rare are those who pray for the peace and well being of the universe, the plants and animals  and everyone around them who does even a little for the better days he goes through, for they who actually do...don't need the shallow things as others, since natures itself walks in agreement with them, and consents to bless them with all it finds essential. Prayers are powerful communicative words, that God definitely hears...but ironically men are mean and blind enough today, not to see what abundant blessings they already have, and unhesitatingly demand for something new each day. How terrible it is though amidst all this, that we men have become thankless creatures to God! there rarely are prayers that 'Thank God' that pray for the poor souls, that die almost each day and every hour out of the scarcity of the necessities of life, and we ironically  call ourselves, "The most civilized race" of the earth! If this is what civilized race looks like, human beings are better deserved to be transformed into the uncivilized one yet again.It is indeed inhumanly to keep fast, and not be empathetic enough to serve the needy and give him a day's meal at least.

We say, that we care, but that care too is selfishly for our own selves, and sometimes for our own parents and familes. We say, that we share, but we share only that share with others whichis not much required for us anymore.With the advancement of time we have all become more a machine, than have evolved as a human with a humanly heart at-least, and that's pathetic. There rarely is a common man, who would willingly like to 'Compromise' his one meal when he is hungry, and give it to the needy who is dying of hunger and thirst since past few days, an well, leave aside the wealthy man already, since it is most often seen that nothing but his wealth, and the devils that branch out from it, take over his life, and he's left helpless in the fist of death.

In our good days, we become much a carefree vagabond and don't pay much attention to our deeds, and it is then the laziness, the overconfidence, and sometimes the pride, start affecting our actions, not obviously in good ways, but t we are by then  busy enough savoring those good days, as if it is going to last forever,which actually is but the half misleading  truth. **Nature, never gives that which it cant take back us, may it be the family, friends or a so called "forever " lasting love. The irony is, that "Nothing, nothing lasts forever, and it ner has.....except your very soul, since it is actually  your creator's".
Do not therefore ruin it by any means, pray for it, keep it  in good health, nurture it with good thoughts and deeds, help those who you can, by any means possible,  and thank your creater for the already blessed life that you have, for what you have exactly, isn't the same blessing that others have..and you shall therefore be the happy of the happiest even in the state of  greatest adversities, for that's what nature wants us back from us.

Life destiny, nature and fate never perturb a man who is dutiful, and sincere even in his hard times.As for the passage of time, it has never been a smooth and even one for anyone all the time, nor will it be for you.The bad day comes, to make you a good and a better, powerful you for the much greater days to come.  Hold on, work hard,  but never lose faith. Know this deep in your heart, that Every dog has  a day, and every cloud a silver lining, and therefore try seeing those adversities and your dear life with the perspective of adventure sometimes and  do wait for your turn, for life indeed is very dear. Time tho, doesn't have the habit of being alike all the time; your today is different than yesterday, and the tomorrows will be yet different one... and well, who knows that it might turn  be the greatest and most auspicious day of your life? Be a good ,   sincerely patient and a dutiful soul, that works and waits. Your good days, and the greater day are but on a passage to transform you from a jaded and annoyed you, into a Happy you! SAIL AROUND IN THIS WHIRL BY THEM, and enjoy the whirls that your life introduces you with, for it is actually a good sailor who know what adventure indeed it is to be in a boat, and what an immensely soothing reward it is to sail through the ocean and seas.