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Earth         was a perfumed garden
residing in a single                    galaxy
          beauteous fair among the planeted channels
so blooms its presence           which has given birth       to me
lighted reflections among the waterfalls
      succulent as oranges in bowls of cedar 
            or apple blossom petals dancing in the winds
there enticed my heart
        to the park of natures nursery 
               where the trails are laden
with baby's breath and blueberries              myrtle
juniper  , ash , thimbleberries , and chanterelles
we have steeped peppermint , currant         and sassafras for tea
with hyssop , palmetto , and mandrake
turmeric , saffron , paprika , sage                among our spices
dried plantain , maiden hair and olives
                 have graced our tables
    mallow , ginseng , nutmeg , cinnamon , pennyroyal
tamarind , rue , every flora and fauna that sprouts
unrivaled in all her bounties
provisions made for                  every delight
      energy and power has shaped her mountain ranges
         meadows , valleys , islands , and seas
so complete her resources
       that we can find nothing that delights
                 lacking in her                                   but we ourselves
 
 
how quickly man has replaced
        her cotillion of species
with cement and a                  flat screen
         where empire means empty
                 and shaped steel means plenty
and the dance of dominion
         is the desolation of what supports our lives
shackles , chains , slavery , prison
         to a shallow society of souls surrendered
 to the immolation of creation 
          the arsenal of greed and pride
                 which has bound the herd
upon the precipice of suicide
where swiftly the poison of property
has dashed and crushed life
upon the rocks where nothing can grow
                                the slow death of humanity
          drowning in his own debris
           our luxury someone else's slavery
the 10 year old who is hungry
and climbs into a pit for what we consider
                 less than nothing
                 mining our riches
we decry poverty and bondage
but sight unseen              does not make us clean
where sensory masturbation is the
                                         addiction of the masses
all that is left for the " lower classes "
 
 
I'll not give you this
if you haven't looked around
you are considered      " remiss "
the 99 percent are still richer than 
                           two thirds of the rest of humanity
your baby sitter is no longer "black and white"
but unfettered violence of every type
                     when the store is empty
          where will you turn  ?? 
 
Matt 24:3-14
IITim 3:1-5   Apocalypse 11:15-19 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
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