Best Philosophyocean Poems
1. To save the environment, lets blow up an oil rig and dump 200,000 gallons of oil
in the ocean and kill ocean life...sound like a plan my fellow environmentalist?
Yeah lets show them!!
2. Jump on somebody that I don't know just cause I won't have to answer to my
friends tomorrow, for my stupidity. Call them a few choice names because I am a
shallow, narrow minded person and laugh like I have conquered terrorism.
3. Sit on a limb that I am sawing away from a tree...
4. there is a law about to be passed that makes it illegal to ride in the left lane
except to pass... Lets think about this...interstates have 4-6 lanes if all the cars had
to stay in the right lane, It would take forever for everyone to get to work...duh!!
Just some thoughts to ponder...
My moment in eternity ...
A drew drops from a leaf
In a ocean of green serenity
Etched in the beginning of belief
And you and I
When we took our registers in cashless hands
And turned light on
To eyes tap dancing our brains
And heard sounds
Singing before our cry of pain
And smelled day
Breaking without fragrance of the night
And tasted blood
Of self and mother in the ocean flood
Of begginnings that touched our skin
Before our hearts poured cries
Of jubilation against the miracle of our ears
We are nothing more
Than a finite store of universal memories.
With the senses which we ... hawked them
Swallowing on the aimless sight
We made them for our siren flight
Wrote them on stones, papyrus scrolls
And books in mask of syllables
Like Adam's figment of leaves
Or squirrels digging leaves
To hide their nuts
So with our memories we lose
The reality ... we die desperately to meet
Words too are symbols in the mask of meaning
As we remember the understanding
Of where we are coming from
More than where we are going to forget it all
So sensing, spading, stone chipping at imagination
Dreamers and archeologists
We come telling new histories
For forgotten beginnings ... we only know to find
In God. We poor memory makers
On the vain voyage of codebreakers
What shall we do with the dust of the sun?