Best With Chemicals Poems
Our supposed modern scientific genius
May in fact just be our last fatal weakness.
This technological house of cards we've made
Left humanity walking along the edge of a razor blade.
How much could you buy or sell using debit or credit
If someone or something wiped out the internet.
A computer virus, terrorists, hackers, or an E.M.P.--
Will wipe out our hard-earned wealth eventually.
Killing beneficial insects is almost like fratricide.
Think really hard again about ever using insecticide.
How many fields of vegetable plants and fruit trees
Will ever bear fruit if there are no more bees.
Rather than organically producing more living topsoil,
We're killing what remains with chemicals derived from oil.
As chemical contaminants follows their downward motions,
Choral reefs and plankton are dying in the oceans.
As a species, we've all become germ-o-phobic neurotics,
Religiously trying to kill all microbes with antibiotics.
But pharmaceutical medicine will never defeat every bug,
So one of these days there's certain to be a super plague.
So will we all starve because we cannot buy or sell,
Or because the oceans and farmlands have all gone to Hell?
Will we be extinguished by some invincible virus?
What ever it be, the fault will probably lie in us!
I wish I could offer some brilliant inspired solution,
But remember that extinction is also a part of evolution.
You may write me off as some kind of nutty alarmist,
But people that know me consider me to be an optimist.
You live in terror
Of an enemy
That you feel you can’t hide from
And that you cannot see
You live in fear
Of a murderous curse
Also known as cancer, a tumor
Or worse.
You believe in something
Called Chemotherapy
With a 2% chance
Of living happily
Have you heard of the things?
You could do to prevent
Such a terrible illness
Such a terrible event
Cancer isn’t a death threat
But a dangerous foe
One that must be dealt with
With precision and woe
Do your research
Before you begin
With chemicals and radiation
That you have no idea in
Try alternate methods
That can cause no harm
Except to the cancer
And they work like a charm
I urge you politely
Say no to the fee
Of Radiation and chemicals
To Chemotherapy
Through Jaded Eyes you see the world,
and everything in view.
But see you weren’t like this
when I very first found you.
It sucked you in, this monster,
and it caused the world to pause.
It took our lives away
when it had trapped us in it’s jaws.
I wish we could go back
so we could both do things differently.
But the monster had us both,
and both had found ourselves diseased.
I fought hard to escape it,
but you had got the taste for blood.
Obsessed with getting high
no matter what it costed us.
I try hard not to fault you,
for I too, have played this game.
But my love for you was stronger
than some temporary gain.
Maybe I don’t understand
why you have never wavered.
You’ve hurt my Heart so deeply,
Now I’m sad, alone, and angered.
Perhaps if I should stoop,
and find myself once more a user,
Then I could not be mad
perhaps my hurts would then be fewer.
Once more we both are trapped again,
indulging in these sins.
We fight a losing battle
where this monster always wins.
The thing we failed to see though,
was that both of us evolved.
We replicate the monster
who had caused the harsh downfall.
Looking at each other,
do you still recognize my face?
For I am not so sure
our faces haven’t been replaced.
We spit such venom freely
As if sworn of enemies.
Our love cannot return
Unless we finally break free.
Our love has faded drastically,
And it seems there is no hope.
We’re marching towards the gallows.
Conveniently, bring our own rope.
We string each other up,
Ready to kick each other’s chairs.
We’ve come to kill each other
with chemicals to push us there.
A monster I’ve become,
not sure I even know my name.
I fear that there’s no turning back,
Or that I’ll ever be the same.
Your eyes become more empty
every time we play this game.
Tell me, are my eyes too?
I feel so hollow and ashamed.
Now clouds replace their light,
And it’s so hard to recognize…
ourselves and all that is,
while peering through such Jaded eyes.
Why all this Destructions? – Zamreen Zarook
God created this whole universe for the mankind,
He gave everything lavishly, thinking that we might be kind,
Even though people are able, they seems to be blind,
Whereas people failed to mind.
The sky which was created for the man started to scream and cry,
Since good morals and ethics were decry,
The fire started to do the mimicry,
As the water lands cannot bear, it came to man with a battle cry.
Land couldn't hold and it started to gorge,
Fresh air merged with chemicals and started to urge,
Whatever created for the man have started to over charged,
Stop evil and let the merits be enlarged.
My life is a Rollercoaster
My life is a rollercoaster
filled with emotional highways, fast ups, faster downs,
crashing myself into euphoria smiling, waving
at every person i see wondering why they dont wave back,
or smile, when they see me
not always the other way around.
So i go down, and crash for an instant
as my heart hurts of failed attempts
to try and communicate with the mindless.
Seconds later,
I smash into the sky the happiest ive ever felt
induced from a single thought
in a milisecond
a surge of energy electrifys my mind, tickles my bones
and shocks my senses leaving me enchanted,
exuberant and pure, grateful and delighted.
Thoughts of appreciation, for things i have,
for who i am as a person, and who
i have in my life,
flood my brain with chemicals of euphoric taste
and i feel like a million bucks without a suitcase,
loose and free.
With a million thoughts and feelings which will i choose?
Where do emotions come from, where are they born?
Are the sparked from thought?
Are they molded by sight?
Are they crafted by the mind?
I feel them.
I create them.
I forge them with tools.
Emotional blacksmith by the fire, learning
to synthesize desirable feelings only.
Positive re-inforcement of the mind
seems to be the key but copied, as feelings
of hostility and disgust sneak into my mind
bringing hatred and jealousy through the back door
contaminating my character.
Smoke stacks of media pollution burn inside my head
so i find myself more often these days
locked in my room with lit candles
in deep meditation within each deeper breath
the vandal disappears and i am left
with myself and nobody else,floating
becoming one with the universe, at
the same time i become one with myself.
The rollercoaster stops,
and so does time.
It doesnt start agin till i open my eyes.
So i keep them shut.
Communicating with the universe, thinking
of a single thought detoxifying my mind
pouring light onto my brain in buckets bright,
pure,
filled to the top,
i think of sharing this ride with with her,
for the ride is not important,
its who rides with you.
Andrew West
2009
they beat us away from our right
We fight yes we fight
We try yes we try
What else should we do
Right in front of our eyes
They beat us away from
Our right
They beat us away from our right
Yeah is all clear yeah so clear
Right in front of our view
Our legs shakes
Not cos we are not brave
Not cos we are wrong
Just we need our right
So they throw their bats on us
They spray us away with chemicals
Right in front of our view
Our legs shakes
Right on our stand for freedom
They beat us away from our right
So now
We fight yes we fight
We try yes we try
What else should we do
Right in front of our eyes
They beat us away from
our right
They beat us away from our right
They say we are not disciplined
They say we are not satisfied
So what right do we have
So long they don't care
About our life's is not their worries
Our vote they need only
The rest is history
Is been this way for a very long time
Oh now the people are so confuse
This life so beautiful is right in
Front of our view turn ugly
Poverty on the lands everywhere
On deferent levels and styles
Boils of anger on the faces
Of the innocent hungry people
Now every where you see
Those protest
Those fight for freedom
Those hunger strakes
Those chants of justice
Yet right in front of our view
Our feet shakes
At those road blocks
They beat us so hard
So they throw bats on us
They spray us away with chemicals
Right in front of our view
They beat us away from our right
So now
We fight yes we fight
We try yes we try
What else should we do
Right in front of our view
They beat us away from
Our right
They beat us away from out right
I thought freedom was free
Now is a fight
I thought freedom was free
Now we still trying to achieve one
I thought freedom was free
Now is a war
No I thought freedom is free
Now is on the hands of few
Oh no I thought freedom was free
But at the road blocks we fight
We try we protest
And I thought freedom was free
Not until they throw their bats on us
Not until they spray us with this chemicals
And now
We fight yes we fight
We try yes we try
What else can we do
Right in front of our view
They beat us away from
Our right
Why do they ignore me
I am speaking straight at them
Why are my words turning back at my lips
Even when. I try and try again
My voice it has left me
Panic rises in my throat
How, what, when, why did this happen
Will it return, I have a doubt.
I don't smoke cigarettes, or drink so much
An odd wine is all I take
Saw a consultant he is baffled
This silence is like a funeral wake
So I touch an arm to be noticed
I try to explain using my hands
People jump when surprised by my forwardness
Then they see the anguish, they understand
I know when I try to talk it's a jumble
Of noises making no sense at all
So silent I will remain and so humble
To talk is a most beautiful thing, I recall.
So look after your voice, no more
abusing it with chemicals as in cigarettes.
To be silent makes you very lonely
To lose ones voice is a huge regret.
Penned 9 August 2015
Whatever our bodies could have done
If only, there was, little less of poison
The hoardings’ screaming. Loud
Drinking Coke was in. In fashion
We sprayed aerosols in airs
Filled our bellies with alcohol
Artificial lights of late nights
Food sprayed with chemicals
Such a divine vehicle is the body
We compared it, to an automobile
Vehicles designed aerodynamically
Curves compared to breasts & thighs
Foods. Airs. Thoughts. Limbs and sinews
Creativity. Minds. Expressions. Discoveries
We tread this ground. This wonderful earth
The body is the means. Will not last forever
In the limited time there’s a lot to discover
May there be less poison, more laughter
'There is enough for the need of every
Not enough to fill greed of just one'
A prayer, to heal. Time to recover
We trust. World is getting better
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Fear has a new form. It is in air
Fear of death is lurking in the air
Remember the air is just a carrier
The air is untouched, a pure element
Air carries, untouched by foul or fragrance
Airless none survives, airs must touch all elements
Our minds have the nature of air, the airs we exchange
Our surroundings, airs, fears, words that foul or are healing
Recall, mind has nature of air, the closest airs we are inhaling
Think pure pristine breathe easy all and every being, blessed Be
Flow as air words. Pause. Rise. Carry all the essence unburdened
Twigs, particles, dust, fragrance, tears, joys’, hopes, ambitions
Touch all, penetrate, all beings, plants, animals, fires, water
Ether, music, space, light, particles, rainbows, scents
There is Not a life that You the Air do not sustain
Forgetful us, we never built a Monument to Air.
MY GENERATION SISTER
love isn't a blessing,its a damn halacus
I could tell right by the look on her eyes.
She has grown round ,her hind body shakes
Her voice calls, and no man stays gentle
Her chest is heavy, and punks praise of it - Silly punks...
My sister makes up,
She polishes her skin with chemicals,
her face sparkles it reminds me of the new moon
Unlike her knees a pour definition of the African Colour
With her polyester headbraids she erodes off all wisdom of
these big shorts whose bellies extend like the nile every time they kiss
she's hevean sent to them- and these other punks
She paints her lips, and claims it of the Modern girl
I don't hate my sister But she's a new Covid
Which kills the human plasma.She wakes up at noon
And disappears to the days retirement,
Then back in the heart of the night,
With a pile of smiles as if heaven just made her heir-
My sister has forgotten our ways;
My sister greets no more,
And never kneels, she says it causes 'kneelionosis'
Which kills the human Chromosomes...
I don't want to hate my sister but her morals and body are the damn halcus
Yet I worry for the men who love her,
Clue
see the truth
have a clue
reuse fuse the manger
recreated by a stranger
tame the shame
claim the brackets
rackets
eye glasses
tassels times of hassles
shackleton historian
explorer
arctic circle
turn cold
frost bighting nails
numb with firing guns
stunned with bees
flea infested turmoil
scratch the catch
sprayed with chemicals
to pleat our existence
Written tonuhalan13/04/06/Thurs.
There are sparrows in the hedgerows
All aflutter and sounding distraught,
Twittering and constantly muttering
Over things that Man has wrought,
His philosophy over the years show
In our own cunning we’ve been caught.
‘Accelerate the growth of food,
The wheat and corn and rye,
Force feed soils with chemicals
And watch stalks touch the sky.’
But the ground seemed to move
And heave a heavy sigh.
There are salmon and rainbow trout
Swimming up river and stream
Eager to avoid the fisherman’s hook
And evade his cherished dream;
And if you stand still and listen carefully,
You can almost hear them scream.
‘Reel in all the fishes,
On their flesh we’ll have our fill,
Don’t worry about tomorrow
There’ll be some left still.’
And the stream seemed to shiver
At Man’s cold and callous will.
There are those who look at hedgerows
And rivers when on a country walk
And, carefully considering the countryside
They recoil, it makes them baulk;
If the country had a voice they wonder,
Of what words would it talk?
THE DARKNESS THAT IS
They have no idea of the struggle I live with everyday and every night.
I clime the life that I have made only to find that someone has cut the rope.
Best efforts only help the chosen and angry, never the needy and deserving.
I can no longer look to the next day as the one, I must move on.
My loss is great but I am not unusual for there is much loss among us.
In time of brokenness a heart will beat irregular and oblong with pain.
A mistake made created a gash a long time ago never to heal.
I hold and want to drop but am afraid to fly on instrumentation only.
It seems deliberate and with malice with no end in sight.
Every minute is survival to the next with no time for rejoicing.
Could I be the only one and be happy, no but maybe I could be happier.
The edge is close but my beauty stands between me and it.
Why did I not see it, the noise was great and the book was open?
Many will never know how it could be, some will only know those who do.
Time is taken but not compensated for, this damages what will become.
Traveling never to put distance in front of what is behind.
It exists without menace but moves with directional fortitude and vengeance.
Fresh tears and old pain become today’s anguish.
Separation proves true love exists for the hated.
Causing discomfort regrettably knowing the perpetrator.
Companionship forcibly terminated without notice and warning.
Altering the manifestation with chemicals is detrimental to any cure.
Dreams do not allow escape from those who wish to do us harm.
Why do they take it out on you and I, when we present no avenue?
Better watch watcha do around the lab.
Dont let your hunch backed assistant play with chemicals.
Get your head out the coffin and your mother and law
off the slab.
For strange brew.
Can re animate old fiends.
And really mess with you.
One two three four.
You blink and from the grave rises more.
Yes your new discovery wont get your fellow mad
scientest clappin.
they just eat my neighbors oh well you reply.
Zombies happen.
They called out the national gaurd seems ive created a mess.
People screaming what shall we do?
well run would be a good guess.
His worm filled mouth is open and i dont think
mr zombie wants a kiss.
people sreaming and running in terror shopping at
walmart has never been like this.
Uncle Walter after only seventy years its wonderful
thoose skeletal toes a tappin.
It's become wide spread so I must say.
My bad ya'll but zombies happen.
PATH
Mother Earth, forgive our naïve race of men on your precious Earth,
for we have poisoned your oceans with chemicals. Turn a blind eye
to the loss of your forests, acre by acre for our greed.
Let us get away with the destruction of your ozone layer,
don’t let us get skin cancer by our own negligence.
What more have we done to your glittering world, our world?
Our selfishness knows no bounds – guide us to a sensible path.
I was little, I was naive
I was too small when you made me believe
I was young so you took your time
To break down my spirit and take away the shine
With every year we began to fear
The time with you was drawing near
You shattered my spirit and killed my youth
You made me believe your sermons were truth
The devil would remain if I told a lie
And to hell I would go when I die
At times you let her chase us away
So we wouldn’t be a bother and wouldn’t stay
She tricked us with chemicals, evil, and death
She made us believe we were worthless and needed to take our last breath
You let her chase me from door to door
And she always caught me because my weight was poor
You let your friend almost break my arm
And wouldn’t believe me that he meant me harm
You were never there to bring us joy
We were never the same girl and boy
Religion was the punishment, it was your greatest tool
You locked us away because you were so cruel
I loved you too much so I would believe
That you would protect me and never leave