I won’t forget you
I swear
The first thing they say when we leave this earth
As we feel the stomps of their footsteps
Leave the side of our grave
Echoes of cries that soon fade away
Laying alone in darkness
A void
Nothingness
Waiting to be judged
The memories
The times
The joy
Start to flash before our eyes as we try to control them
They sleep and remember our passing
But soon smile along the line
For their lives are still to be lived
Being in the grave is being forgotten
Being dead is being history
To just feel like a past memory
Death takes our existence socially
Death degrades us
And makes us nobody
Thy begin to go back on their word
Forgetting us
Our passing
Our existence
Our memories
As we still lay there
Dark, empty, void
Death makes us history
Death makes us forgotten
As we expand
populations increasing
resources depleted
what will sutain us?
As wealth is held
controlled by the few
with so many deprived
when will there be justice?
As power is polarised
conflicts encouraged
the others abused
when will there be peace?
As we accelerate
communications ever faster
responses more instant
where are we heading?
As we leave behind
oceans polluted
space above cluttered
how will this end?
As society collapses
environment degrades
sea levels rise
who will survive?
As we lose intelligence
to artificial control
our humanity lost
who will we be?
The remnant will subsist
knowing how to cope
reusing repairing restoring
what little is left
finding new hope.
before life begins
we accrue fictional sins
so guilt always wins
lest any deem themselves free
to alter reality
dollars and distance
do not measure existence
despite persistence
constant debt all but assured
within this credit card world
is living better
starting off as a debtor
shame's main abettor
always in the negative
when all else is relative
to death all succumb
becoming what we become
in part and in sum
being soon enough degrades
until last remembrance fades
like the dinosaur
the future won't fear our roar
care what we abhor
leaving only the remains
produced by once human brains
From “I love you” to a habit
And old habit melts away
Till you doubt if you had it
Ever since that summer day
Like green leaves turn gold and brown
To be scattered everywhere
So are we, when coming down
( “he’s not there”, “she’s not there”)
“I am honest every moment”
You can say, but so can I
Honesty won’t ease the torment
Without love there’s no blue sky
No green leaves, and for tomorrow
Comes the same another day
Everything degrades in sorrow
Even sorrow hides away
Feigned composure brings detachment
Only urgent things remain
Changeless, bolstered as attachment
To the usual evening rain
Day is done, so how it was?
Average, happy, boring, nice?
Have you thought to speak out words
That you keep inside your eyes?
As for me, day was so bleak
That I couldn’t see you, dear
Just another day to shrink
For the night time to appear.
Uncovering the earth, as the snow finally fades
Sunny days; bringing, aesthetically soothing jades
Towns spring to life, with congruent daily parades
Simply enjoying life, in its moments and decades;
Words following free; in poetically wild chardes
A deck of playing cards filled with hearts; and no spades
When the evening sets its sight the joy, it still never degrades
Fulfilling; is discovering; when happiness, promenades
VOTE AND KILL
ON ELECTION DAY
History errs, time and again
Life’s mistakes oft glare, shine.
Culture degrades, now and then,
The best, at times, is not fine!
Such it is with political elections
And its expanding relation, crime.
A politician once urged his selection
With deeds done well, and very fine!
But one’s not a politician today
Unless you bad mouth your foe
The only words you can ever say
Are the hateful rival lies you grow!
And if crime’s now part of your goal
Do not think about “rob and take”,
“Shoot and kill” improves your soul
Just like today’s politician, never fake!
Rose 217 Fritz Crytzer
August 2022
Life revolts against
the fundamental law of Nature
for all things to inevitably degrade
to maximum disorder, entropy
with minimum free energy.
Life builds structure and order
against the trend
and needs to capture
and burn energy continually
to maintain its form and existence
against the ravages
of entropy and decay.
To survive living things must
conserve themselves,
transmit their seed
to new generations
and develop more successful
forms in a continuum.
Once the chain of transmission
is broken, the life form
degrades to dust,
and ceases to exist,
a dangling, fleeting species gone forever.
Life is an enigma, a peculiar chemistry,
a rebel against the laws of nature
fighting for the survival of its disparity
to avoid its inevitable degradation,
for now.
Man is delusional.
In each dumb thing
Does he see, for a god
What's worth finding.
In elephant, snake
And goat-like Pan.
The dignity of worship
Degrades he, Man.
Bows to the morning
One, I suspect
By reflective impulse
Has to connect
To what high does rise
And bright, brighest
For that light which is Light!
God through God's zest!
“Store not up for yourselves treasures on earth
where thieves can break in and steal your purse,
where rust degrades
and moth invades.
Store it in heaven, where your heart finds its worth.”
Matthew 6.19-21
Indus River Dolphins are listed as, endangered
and are only found in the lower parts of Indus River, Pakistan
They are believed to have originated, in the ancient Tethys Sea
when it dried up, about 50 million years ago, an antient discovery
They are one of four, river dolphin species and sub-species
and they spend all their lives, in fresh water rivers
They use echolocation to navigate, hunt and communicate
as they’re functionally blind, and adapted to muddy waters
Numbers have declined, because of human encroachment
destroying their habitat, with all this human development
building dams and barrages, that degrades their migration
and other threats are, bycatch, poaching and pollution
Congress was Elected
By Franklin Price
1/23/2019
Congress was elected
For the people of their state
To follow selfish party lines,
Degrades this country's fate
Be seated there because you care
Listen to constituents
Respond only to, who elected you,
Not inconsequential incidents
There as a representative
Not as one who stands alone
Not as a prince or princess
Who may ascend unto the throne
Don't think you are George Washington
Whom many wanted as the king
He refused, what makes you think,
We will bow and kiss your ring?
The populous is waking up
No longer buying what you sell
Start fighting for your people
Or they'll ring your ending bell
Lazy habits impress the brain,
Like trickling ink will cause a stain.
Throw out the cloth or cause it to smear,
It's like going for a walk, while holding a beer.
Sick people who don't get better,
Read the quote and understood the letter.
They knew that soda degrades the juice,
When they tore open the sugar pack and let it loose.
If you run intending to hide,
You would run out of gas in the car that you ride.
Running from yourself, you might as well walk,
No need to shout, just quietly talk.
It's knowing what to do and doing what's wrong,
That prevents you from having a body that's strong.
If you're holding the milk carton and watching it leak,
You know what it's doing, while your reaction is weak.
Walk a few minutes and see that you can,
Wait till you're done to keep remembering when.
Run for a minute and know that you did,
Open the cookie jar and keep closing the lid.
Clash of Truth and Beauty
I find abhorrent this perversion
That the ancient Greeks had
For sexual engagement with animals
And that they entertained the belief
That offspring could be procreated
Through this act of bestiality.
It defies reality and escapes imagination
(Even in that time period).
How a culture so advanced could be clouded
With superstitious, inhuman ethics and morals
(If it weren’t so sad, it would be laughable),
And to accept this depiction as art
Taxes the brain for justification;
Not because of the act, but because of the culture.
I cannot see any beauty in this!
It’s the fact that it’s so despicable
And degrades the animals.
Despicable
A descriptive word—
That’s always hitting its mark!
Attacks and hurts us . . .
Hateful, wicked, and cruel . . .
Degrades the human spirit!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 23, 2017 (Tanka)
The clear, sweet evil of that simple name,
so redolent of sweaty viciousness,
of Spite is Right, of sin divorced from blame,
of seedy placemen, bloated with success,
did not fit with his flinty newsreel face.
This quarry, tracked down by a newer gang,
the old, tired formula once more in place,
would get a just, fair trial - and then he'd hang.
They showed him film of Auschwitz-Birkenau.
On all the panels of his glassy dock
the thin ghosts grinned, like Death's Heads, come to mock.
Who can feel pity for six million shades?
Yet one lone man (a worthless one, allowed)
hemmed in by death, still harrows and degrades.
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