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BardOfTheNorth May 2016
How do I feel when nothing seems real?
I need an anchor, I need a friend.
Someone that can be there in the end.
How can I see when the world is black?
I need a sign not to turn back.
Help me, help me, I'm floating away.
Why do I feel this way?
Where do I go when I can't trust a soul?
What will tie me down to this unhabitable hole?
I need an anchor, I need a friend.
Will I ever pass this bend?
Forbiden Fruit Feb 2020
Her absence,
Made my whole
World
Unhabitable;
We must haste

They are so happy, the parents, grandmother’s uncle and aunts showing on Facebook the addition
to the family.
Do they not for a minute think what the child´s future will be?
The world is on the brink of total collapse, but no one takes this calamity that is coming our way, will **** them and the children.
The polar ice is melting so much sea, it is drowning smaller islands
who will become refugees seeking shelter somewhere safe?
Nowhere is safe with fire and endless tornados turning houses into driftwood.
Big cities will be unhabitable and sink under the greedy sea.
This is happening before our eyes, we build bigger airports
and larger aeroplanes; yes, and ships too.
Ah, I hear you say, we can be rid of fossil fuel and rely on electricity
to do that fields where cows grazed had to be converted into solar farms.
And we have windmills, but it will not be enough even if we built a million
of them filling the landscape with their ugly appearance.
The rest has to come from converting coal into electricity.
The hardest thing of all is to get rid of cars the clogging up motorways befouling, the air, we breaths.
We have to learn living closer to our place of work is a more compact smaller world we can't all use bicycles unless we're middle class
And use the bike for recreation.
If we do not repair what we have besmirched, there will be no future for the new generations.

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