"humanitys" poems
I seek you where in I live,
but to find you here is as hard as finding an exotic bird,
you allow true light to flourish,
you are our window to the stars,
our window to see ourselves as small under the majesty of the night sky.
It seems your natural domain is decreasing,
for man seems afraid of you,
though you ages ago,
were mans master,
humanitys' inspiration from our poetry to our myths.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
Tis a life of profit and gain
counted loss innocence slain
love measured in gold
Passion an entertainment sold
Poverty humanity to hold
labor of innocent child sold
hunger pains in famine unfold
to the needed food for profit sold
nations war, borders to hold
profited by guns sold
Honor and pride humanitys pain
love of innocent souls sold in vain
Nature her teasures doth hold
Destroyed by greed and sold
beauty of flowers at day unfold
Withered in poison its home sold
beasts born free a zoo doth hold
forest to factories sold
nature by human deeds slain
Sold to us suffering and pain
tis
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC
When I was a child
I would walk into the forest,
and wonder how so many things
could remain untouched
and unsullied by humanitys
outstretched hands.
"They must want to."
I'd think,
but there must be strong magic here
to pervert those tendencies.
I didn't feel it then,
or maybe didn't understand
what I was feeling.
When I was a young man
I would walk into the forest
and wonder how ancient
the universe was,
thinking,
"It must be a wise and thoughtful entity, that preserves such places."
Some great magnitism that holds
these places together.
And maybe magnitism
is some sort of preventative magic,
or last resort contigency,
when things grow too desperate,
or too important to lose.
When I was an adult
I would walk into the forest
and wonder why
I didn't come here more often.
The poison of modern humanity
had settled deep in my vessel,
unwilling or unable to reverse
the natural course of the pathogen of time.
Alarmed, I sat thinking,
"Maybe the magic here now works against me."
When I was an old man
I would walk into the forest
and wonder how many more times
I could come back here,
before the void reclaimed
the energy spent on my creation.
It was a simple price
we all paid
for the time
we've borrowed.
And all at once,
I didn't have to wonder
why the magic hadn't faltered
on its duty in preserving
these ancient woodlands.
Because I knew then,
that I too
would soon become
part of this magic.
-Kevin James
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
i see this face
this face i see
is tortured and at peace
it speaks for all
and all it speaks
the language of a sunset
beauty burned into its words
strong and full of reason
i hear this face
and no one else
the world has gone dead silent.
i see this face
this face sees me
its eyes tatooed with wisdom
dipicting tales of past and present
the future of this generation.
caution creeps behind its eyes
warning and protecting
yet leaving all to fight alone
the miseries
of blind beleiving.
i see this face
who has no face
lost in realization
crumbled and contorted
by a selfish
oblivious civiliazation
it crys without a tear duct
releasing from the heavens
a pure and noble life preserver
contaminated by humanitys freedom.
i see this face
disintagrate
befor my very eyes
collapsing into space and time
i feel the heart
the soul the source
of my humble existance die.
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 12:36 AM UTC
Cataclysm at its finest is it?
Catastrophe galore
Crisis & calamity
Beginning of
humanitys' war
Great nuclear holocaust,
Mother natures devastation
Festering with inhabitants of the era of degradation.
Where we are the parasitic infestation
numbly oblivious to backfiring ruination.
Our world is a gas chamber
with poison - being suffused & saturated.
A toxic wasteland for our toxic souls
heartless ghouls ought to be annihilated -
obliteration sounds tempting...
'mass suicide of this vicious nation'.
Black death couldn't quell us malicious beings
No virus contagion in existence ever would -
eradicate a species, this selfish & grim
Should we blow the world up if we could?
All the Atomic & Nuclear could be put to good use
Escape the mess we made & ignite the fuse
As the grotesque & gory go up in flames
vanquish every origin of mans evil games
Watch Earths inferno,
much better than Hiroshima or Chernobyl
Lamenting on the barren face of Mars,
Of the spectacle 'it' could've been but never will.
Aug 18, 2021
Aug 18, 2021 at 2:10 PM UTC
Humanitys clutch is invading my mind, mentally departing
Hidden truths spark a surge flashing by
The thread of peace and fate nourish my spirit
Writing on the sea the doctrine of truth
Marigold scars woven into the tree of life
Motherpeace take a breath binge on isomnia nests
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 12:27 AM UTC
Society doth draw a line
status of people to define
learned and rich welcomed with delight
the poor despised in sight
Sucess bringforth affection and fame
the failed left alone to bear the blame
doth a childs heart draw a status line
color and creed in his heart fine
clothed in rags human not a criminal
dressed sauve human deeds animal
lines drawn an image to uphold
lines drawn dreams are sold
doth society breaketh the chain
status quo societys gain humanitys pain
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
All my thoughts away tonight,
i guess they lay to rest,
wanna make the great escape,
i might,
My heart went to cardiac arrest,
For your love,
it was choosey,
make everything a bliss,
ignorance is also in it,
but we dont need all that pitch,
for a song,
that will never , ever , ever get to play,
you were wrong,
when you said i wouldnt pursue someone like her today,
too many of the critics,
wanna bash around your name,
but when it came to her,
i needed to talk to when i was ashamed,
to show my face,
to the rest of humanitys nest,
feeling out of place,
am i stripped at the power of torres,
do i give up,
and let you take me under your wing,
dressing up for a play,
when i knew i couldnt sing.
All my thoughts away tonight.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
i want to live in a world of thoughtfulness
one where every action having an opposite is remembered equal
where we admire the different and accept its importance in keeping life interesting
and where its difference is admired simply for being
whenever two the same congregate a sliding scale is created
and the different become separated to be judged by one mans thoughts amplified and affirmated
and then lossily disseminated
i want to live in a place where we think our own thoughts
where in action or inaction we decide for ourselves that what is right is what is law
i dont want anarchy as a political congress
i want anarchy inherent and dominant in the whole of humanitys thought process
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:12 PM UTC