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"grantide" poems
We as a culture/society/civilization. We **** and plunder the earth. We take advantage of her destroying her, and her natural resources. Caring not for future generations to come. Only thinking of the here and now, are we really so selfish! Does that really require questioning when all along the answer is known. We use her for our own gain, tearing into her rich dark flesh. Reaping the benefits of her bountiful splendor. Never  fully replenishing that which we steal away, and she in all her glory and unyielding strength selflessly cooperates. Bending but never breaking to our will. We pollute her, poisoning her rivers, her oceans, her lakes, her streams, her ponds and create stagnant pools of filth.  Our  sole contribution to the world is, nay, will be the ruin of us all. All the while, whilst we destroy her so seemingly infinite beauty she rewards us. With the edible fruition of her labor and clear, clean liquid from her ***** to quench our ever increasing thirst. And in return, to give thanks,  to  praise her we bury decay in her fertile womb. Only to later perhaps even decades so wonder even (perplex/ purport) as to why she is baron and cold. Buried under mounds of suffocating concrete  we take her for grantide. If ever she breathes a complaint we point the finger elsewhere. Never pausing to reflect on self and come to the  realization of  what we are doing to her to ourselves, to the generations yet to come to our lineage to our desendants, to our very lively hood. The question that really needs to be asked here is when did we begin to pride ourselves over that which has existed longer  than we could ever fully begin to fathom. That thrived despite our lack of existence and hopefully will again far after we have perished and all but ceased to have existed at all.
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
Honor thy Mother
We as a culture/society/civilization. We **** and plunder the earth. We take advantage of her destroying her, and her natural resources. Caring not for future generations to come. Only thinking of the here and now, are we really so selfish! Does that really require questioning when all along the answer is known. We use her for our own gain, tearing into her rich dark flesh. Reaping the benefits of her bountiful splendor. Never  fully replenishing that which we steal away, and she in all her glory and unyielding strength selflessly cooperates. Bending but never breaking to our will. We pollute her, poisoning her rivers, her oceans, her lakes, her streams, her ponds and create stagnant pools of filth.  Our  sole contribution to the world is, nay, will be the ruin of us all. All the while, whilst we destroy her so seemingly infinite beauty she rewards us. With the edible fruition of her labor and clear, clean liquid from her ***** to quench our ever increasing thirst. And in return, to give thanks,  to  praise her we bury decay in her fertile womb. Only to later perhaps even decades so wonder even (perplex/ purport) as to why she is baron and cold. Buried under mounds of suffocating concrete  we take her for grantide. If ever she breathes a complaint we point the finger elsewhere. Never pausing to reflect on self and come to the  realization of  what we are doing to her to ourselves, to the generations yet to come to our lineage to our desendants, to our very lively hood. The question that really needs to be asked here is when did we begin to pride ourselves over that which has existed longer  than we could ever fully begin to fathom. That thrived despite our lack of existence and hopefully will again far after we have perished and all but ceased to have existed at all.
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Kisses that fumble over lips First loves embrace Sweaty palms Weak knees Butterflies Sober drunk Sunrises will never compare The moon would never be enough The stars will never shine so bright as your eyes They light up when they look into mine I miss the hue I miss the way I felt in your arms I miss everything about you Even the things I couldn't stand I took our time together for grantide I thought we had time I fell when I wasn't looking So caught up in things that didn't matter I made you think you didn't matter I recall fondly our first date We danced as water cascaded around us Dancing with us You told me you couldn't figure me out I don't even know who I am some days I wanted you to figure me out I wanted to be with you I just forgot how to be myself Somewhere along the way I lost myself You found me You lie to me so convincingly I've never believed anyone when they told me I was beautiful Until those words graced your lips I tremble when your hands touch me I breathe all of you in You're leaving to start your life I wish I could have gotten to know you better But I chose to betray what we had I ******* up I am not so proud that I cannot admit it I did this I ****** this beautiful, amazing "magical" thing we had up And for what? He was never worth losing you
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
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