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Seems so surreal...billions of beings
held in place by invisible forces
atop a giant spinning orb
dependent on the charity of
mother bird's star warmth.
It's a golden time for Earth and mankind
conceiving and evolving, creating
mastering fantastic things.
Flying machines and curing diseases.
Searching for the key to the speed of light.
Unwinding the helix-dreaming in spacetime.
Ego, as an algae bloom, enters the gilded room.
Disturbing the divine and pure nature of things.
Warring and serial raping...rinse and repeat.
Mankind so volatile, so violent, so unkind.
Careening toward another mass extinction.
The beginning and ending deeply set in scripture.
Trimmed and encrypted, whittled down to imperfection.
With an ungodly amount of editing in between.
No wonder mankind seems detached and indifferent.
Mother bird star warmth will remain.
Long after the golden tide of mankind subsides.
She'll pulse her warmth to the next icy orb...
Hopeful that grace will finally overcome ego.
Animals, like you and me, are totally dependent on plants. For the oxygen in the air we breathe is plant exhaust. Virtually all the oxygen on earth, now and in the past was expired by plants, via their magical process - photosynthesis. Plants use the energy of sunlight to split water molecules, consuming carbon dioxide from the atmosphere to make sugars. The oxygen from H2O is expelled as an exhaust. We animals depend on plants to maintain oxygen in the atmosphere so we can breathe. We also depend on the sugar molecules that plants make using sunlight as energy. Plants totally changed the atmosphere on earth. Before plants, there was only about 10% oxygen in the atmosphere compared with 21% now. Carbon dioxide made up 5% of the atmosphere, compared with 0.05% now. Plants totally changed the atmosphere from toxic to animals to friendly and sustaining. So give a plant a good hug or two today, for plants sustain us, and the air on our planet.
Thanks little green plants
for your photosysnthesis,
Oxygen we need
Artificial intelligence
created simply, because we can
to easily, lazily, complete tasks we plan,
and ones perhaps, we cannot do on our own.
No incentive now
to pursue knowledge or grow
no need for humanity to learn or know
how we are succumbing to boredom flow.
Now, all our bridges can be burned
our very words to be reinterpreted and reformed
disconnecting any or all need
passage of learning to our progeny.
Machinery, rote computerized mind thinking
solvers of the cosmos blinking
as all living entities are seized
to impregnation of the mind's slow disease.
Already most are lost to creative goals
incapable of educating hearts and souls
more dependent every day of the powers that be
making every decision for you and me.
today, yesterday, tomorrow an artificial intelligence sea
will rewrite our history
with little need of any input or discovery
from you or you or me.
The day I truly became an adult – oh I remember it like it was yesterday
The moment I gave birth to you my son – my life changed forever
Nothing can prepare you for the responsibly of having a child
Children are helpless, vulnerable and totally dependent on us
Decisions I made then shaped you into the person you are today
Yes, I made mistakes – I am the first to admit it
But parenthood is a steep learning curve for us all
I tried my best to nurture and guide you - as my parents had with me
Hoping that you wouldn't make the same mistakes I have done
Let you make errors and do things for yourself – it’s the way we grow
Now you have spread your wings and have flown the nest
When times get tough I wish I could revert
Step back in time to the halcyon days of my childhood
But the transition has occurred - I am no longer a child
04~22~15
Contest:- F J Thomas
The true meaning of being an adult
So you’re in the big house
With the big car
The big driveway
And the big yard
With the big pool
The big fortress of high hedges
Between you and your foes
You had big plans
And big dreams
Big promises
And big schemes
A premise for every square-inch
Since the day you were born,
They raised you to “think big!”
You were indoctrinated
with big ideals
Big concepts and big half-truths
The dogma about a man in the sky
Pervading your consciousness
You’ve grown to love the big comforts
A glutton for luxury, a co-dependent
Creature of dangerous habits
A fiend for the sixty-hour work-week
And a junky for distraction
Once the big lifestyle got in your system,
There’s no excising it now
They might as well take a scalpel to your heart
And a scissors to your spirit
You fell hook, line and sinker
For the big lie, the big funny business
The next big thing – the Big Time, Bill!
What’s the big idea? Hey, bigger is better
Try to be the bigger person
All big diamonds and big deeds,
Your big stick of opulence
shining in the Little Big Room
We got bigger fish to fry, here
Don’t make too big a deal out of it
Gee, you look so much bigger in person.
We are all identical pearls in the turbulent sea
The gracious sun may make some shine brighter than others
But this shimmering brightness is not from ourselves alone
But also through the light and life of the gracious son
We are dependent on others for our lives as well
Not just our clams that raised and nurtured us within their shells
But also those who makes our food and seaweed clothes
We all pearls that make this sea shine a little brighter
Pearls should not say the light is theirs alone
Or announce “I shine more brightly than you”
But rather the light belongs to me and you
We are all potential stars that could shine in this dark sea
Lest we all be consumed by the lion-headed serpent
The giant moray eel that swims in these waters of chaos
Your reaction to any moment in time
Is dependent on your true understanding and acceptance of oneself
Instinctively we react to our own perceptions proving that all variables
That have occurred, do occur and will occur
Are simply frivolous in nature…random or happen for a reason
What do you believe…
To respond to one’s perception will create a foundation
To categorize the positive and negative experiences in your life
These provoked moments also supply a true test to the laws of Karma…
What lies within your soul consciousness
The layers of inner peace
That have been etched in time
Running parallel to your personal growth…
The unprovoked moments
The stillness of time
The emptiness of your thoughts and physical space
An unprecedented inner strength
Within oneself there is a core of values that can be optimistically limitless…
A positive force of energy
If you believe…in virtues over vices
And the concept of Nirvana does exist…
It is the anticipation of trepidation when seeking such a complex truth
Your spiritual upkeep must be consistent and cared for
Or you will simply lose your way
To the reactions of your own life passing by…
To view yourself before enactment is more powerful than a premonition…
Envision all moments and variables before they happen
To foresee your positive and negative reactions…
Is to sustain congruence and learn bountifully
This accomplished energy would be your EVERYDAY ENLIGHTENMENT…
In this hurried, crowded, chaotic world
Many broken and lonely people are hurled
Silent thoughts invade their mind
Loveless, Unwanted they trail behind.
Can you hear the silence in this crowded place,
Do you even slow down, to look at his face.
Stop a little, lessen your haste,
He is solely dependent on our bit of waste
Don’t be a coward arrest your hesitation
He has no where to go this is his destination.
Reach in your pockets, take out some dime
He has nothing of Value just loads of spare time.
I used to be a businessman, worked in a skyscraper.
Here is my bed, cardboard and newspaper
I once was proud, clean and rich
But then life left me broken the heartless
She wiped out my children, my wife
I just gave up living wanting no life
So here I sit in tatters on this crowded street
Surrounded by silence, begging for a bite to eat.
Can You hear the silence of his broken heart?
or is it easier judging him, taking him apart?
Why does he drink, not find a job
he is useless ain’t he? Just an old yob...
Drink keeps him warm, and dulls his senses
He has built many walls and put up his fences.
On this crowded London pavement this chilly night
A complete stranger, broke silence and shared his plight.
The slave is made by force or by choice, the slave some say is a curse.
The slave worships or submits, they choose the path that makes them sick or glad.
The slave has to follow the master, making them slave to things that can be awful.
The slave has needs like food, money, love, and many more unclear, like a tree needs sun and water the slave has needs and gets dependent.
The slave is not always negative; it can be a choice that makes it glad. Like a team that works for good, it has one that is at the head.
The slave is of its environment changing, moving and contributing, like energy it moves, giving it power all of its own.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always on my journey home.
You were with me when I needed you
You gave my wearied mind a place to rest
You made me rage when I had no courage
Now you took my courage with you
You dissolved the gates of inhibition
Now you hold the key to liberation
You gave me a coat when all seems bare
Now you make me dependent on you
When you are gone, you leave me bare
You make me race home to your warmth
I try to put you into the bottle
You just won’t go in on command
I’ll be free of you someday, but not today
I’ll titrate you out day by month
I’ll give you what you want for a while
I’ll pull out a seat at my table this month
No more scraps at the kid’s table
I won’t be ashamed of you any longer
You are a guest who stayed too long
I’ll remember how you ran me a bath
How you laid out the box cutter
The house will feel empty without company
Without someone to pour me a glass of wine
I want to feel the clean air friendless
If only you would let go of me first
But, that’s not your nature
So, it must be me that must say good-bye
I’ll give you time to pack your belongings
I’ll see you in every bar room and party
In time, I won’t want to take you home
I won’t want to drink you in
I won’t want to inhale your aroma
I’ll have nothing to do but face the day
I won’t use you as a crutch
I’ll be free from you in time
The shame of our tryst will be lifted
I’ll learn to crawl on all fours alone
The monkeys on my back sent packing
But, my lonely arms won't comfort
Like you