Fredo got me and the gang
A primeval chord inside me rang
We went together on patrol
On the territory rebels had stole.
We saw him then, once one of ours
He tried to hide; you could see him cower
We kicked him, pounded till he was dead
It was a hoot, the blood we shed.
Then I noticed a creature further back
She was a human who I don't attack.
She shed tears and wrote in a pad
She had just learned that we could be bad.
She had bottle-fed me when I was a child
But a chimp is always part of the wild.
Can't blame us for ganging up on a foe
Its in the DNA, its how the winds blow.
My remote relative looked at his socials online
He noticed a trend to call Mary a swine.
He unfriended her, Mary gave a sob
Something primeval in the call of the mob.
Between Chimp and Man about 8 million years
We're still too close, it appears.
Some say evolution is not correct.
But why such an irrational intellect?
GROWING IN AWARENESS
My nature changing;
Awareness fertilizing:
Ignorance dying:-
Fat cats are fat, that's where they're at
Their greatest ambition's to accumulate fat
Some may start small
But few will grow tall
Cause they mostly accumulate where they have sat
As morning had begun little bird flew into men's house
Greeting sunrise with a gentle melody, a testimony of love
As it sang its song, tears filled the men's eyes
What is it that something so fragile can wake up both fear and delight?
Letting it go would be the closest to death as it comes
'I put you in a cage, maybe sometime soon you will sing for me again'
The days passed, weeks, months, eventually little bird sang his last notes
'superfluous for love to be so violent, I would have stayed if only you'd watered your garden'
HERE TODAY, IT’S AS HOT AS HELL
Today’s America
is “as hot as hell”; and it’s
not just that of natural nature;
but also due to her political nature.
If today’s combined bombing heat wave
is a warm allegory streaming of real hell,
I’ll be damned if I’m letting myself be sent there!
I’m going to join others in their cooling labors of love,
warming up the demise of today’s political injustices:-
Yes, it’s time for all of us to realize
that although we can’t control the sun,
we can control the political sons of injustice.
It’s now time to air conditioner power mongering:
Thus, it’s coming time to turn on voting temperature:-
I smile like an angel in the light,
But shadows whisper in my mind at night.
A silent war no eyes can see,
Two souls are living inside of me.
One speaks of love, pure and bright,
The other burns with hidden spite.
One wants peace, calm and true,
The other craves what it shouldn't do.
I walk with kindness in my face,
Yet darkness follows every trace.
Not a monster, not divine,
Just a human lost in time.
So if I fall or if I rise,
Don’t judge me by what meets your eyes.
Because the truth you’ll never see—
The greatest battle is within me.
Inwardly
searching
and seeking harmony
part of me
lives to dance
across the vast expanse
that crosses
all boundaries
finally an awakening
realizing im not alone
we're prone to grow valuable
in the light of whats shown
but still we're seeking value
in the eyes of a universe
that keeps us under the thumb
of its inescapable curse
I've learned
the world turns
dips and swerves
in a blur
solar flares
they burn
but have no fear
we still preserve
and push
through the night's
extended reach
while we keep
the knowledge
within each
is a key to eternity
certainly...
above the light
of a galaxy fading
we're ascending
and communing
among
a crowd
of interstellar
heavenly beings
and the clouds
are now receding
while the blind
are now seeing
revealing the currents
of fallen leaves
we glide upon
endlessly
while reshaping
the dust
from the rust
of all that has passed
and like
a script of Sanskrit
these words
will everlast
heard some one saying
humans are powerful
indeed they are powerful, capturing mountain lands,sky,even animals bigger then them
but are they powerful enough to hold onto the one they love?
are they powerful enough to hold there heart when someone they love breaks it into pieces
are they really powerful enough to get the one they loved ?
and the question still remains
are humans really powerful enough?
the one that stands so powerful how come become powerless in love ?
Golden skyline burns,
ambition dressed as virtue —
dead smiles sharpened thin.
Compassion becomes rumor;
even kindness costs too much.
Humans are the most selfish creatures on Earth,
The original parasites.
We latch onto each other, claiming life is unliveable without them,
Trapping them into our cycle of destruction.
Every human has a cycle of destruction,
Some slower, some more rapid.
Most people destroy themselves through drugs,
A quick hit that makes you feel instantaneously better, yet fades quicker.
Others destroy their thoughts, poisoning their minds.
Some destroy other people, gaining a small relief that the other didn’t hurt them.
Forget a fight or flight mentality,
It’s kill or be killed.
That is human nature.
We, the most selfish species on Earth,
Hunt our enemies, our friends, before they hunt you.
Vulnerability is our biggest weakness.
Vive la différence!
Poets will sonnet and sonnets will sing
As we trudge through winter while yearning for spring
Long ago at a party where Coasters did say
"I could never live in a place so common and gray"
But they didn't, so "couldn't" is something they say
Because their imagination's what's gray
Their vision is dimmed by mountainous boundaries
Belittling the work of the farms and the foundries
Where the salt of the earth in industrious nature
Fashions the birth and the wealth of the nature
Not recognizing all has a place in creation
And difference made wealthy and healthy the nation
If ev'ryone lived in the same clime, time, and place
Boring and snoring would claim ev'ry face
And poets would sleep through the sonnets unsung
And yawns would be what would fill up ev'ry lung
Cogito, ergo sum
The allegory of the cave
The quest for fire
Infancy, then solipsism,
Then altruism,
Then egalitarianism,
Then death... to this life
Reaching first
Then out, then in
We first reach for the only one we've known
Then for the ones we recognize
Then beyond ourselves
For... what?
What awaits us, beyond what we know?
What comforts us, beyond what we see?
Why do we think there's anything beyond what we can touch?
The seed of this inquisition must have been planted
But by... what?
I think, therefore
I must believe there's something...
Beyond what I can see
If the quest of this unrest leads us to somewhere else
Then we must see and finally be... somewhere outside our self
he checks his phone screen
after each whispered prayer,
hoping God replies
One dreams of running so fast
Their hair flies in the wind as they cross the finish line
But wake up to realize they’re still at the start
A child’s smiling face
A sunrise shining on a field of flowers
An orchestra fluidly keeping pace
In this World of ours
A hateful cold man’s face
A bomb’s blast sees ash from flesh makes rock from towers
An ocean of starvation born of greed’s embrace
On this Earth of ours
A distracted blank face
A mind of apathy denies thought empowers
An era in darkness begs light to erase
In this Time of ours
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