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I am sitting in this cabin,
’twas built so long ago
up here in the wild mountains,
has a big bay window,
a vast and sprawling forestscape
greets my wandering eyes,
then comes that familiar urge
to get up, go outside.
Go traipse that hill off to the left,
I bet the view is good,
scope that meadow off to the east,
where deer come from the wood,
to climb down in the roaring gorge,
and see what I can find,
the world’s an endless treasure trove,
and no man has much time.
One cold rove for a whole lifetime,
and I do love to wend,
yet for all that I find myself
coming back here again.
I come across this sensation,
sometimes it feels quite odd,
why huddle here when I could see
the sublime work of God?
Tall mountains carved out of marble,
rivers that bend and shape,
great creatures that are unchanged since
before the human race,
shimmering, thunder waterfalls
hammer holes in the earth,
volcanos full of liquid land
always ready to burst,
and ruins of the great men past,
carved right into the stone,
building up the finest structures
that man has even known.
I know that all that is out there,
and I want to see them,
but somehow I still really want
to sit right here again.
Perhaps I am getting older
and life is getting dull,
perhaps my reason says, “Why Try?
You can’t see it in full.”
Maybe the scale is much too much
for any human mind,
maybe this space shrinks it all down
to something well defined,
to something that my mind can grasp,
that my will can control,
is the vastness how God tell us,
“Stay humble, know your role?”
Could it all just be potential
when I sit here and stare,
the allure of the mystery,
of what could be out there?
Is it a page from Schrodinger
when I look out and see,
is what might be more magical
than the reality?
Or is it quite the opposite,
do I like the surprise
of how what’s real works more deeply
than any thought inside?
Sure, I’ll go and explore the world,
like all us restless men,
but for all that, I know that I’ll
come right back here again.
When threat, doubt or danger treacherously
loomed over me, I felt the despicable
untruthfulness of most friends
whose mouths were volcanos
erupting, destroying what I had built:
that stronghold of trust towering
over them when their trustworthiness
would have gladden me. ..
not being torn apart by their
misdeeds and pretenses.
I listened to mom when the tide rose,
when the turbulent waves battered
the defenseless rocks on any winter's night,
" My dearest boy, watch out for the slithering
serpent who makes no noises, but attacks viciously
in an instant." Then her words made no sense,
their meaning wasn't caught; today, listening
to their echo, I am against the foe in a tempest!
And I relentlessly fight to free myself from
the rage it creates while faces of mockery appear,
their laughter loudly resonates; I cover my ears
under the heavy sheets to block out their sound,
" You still listen to mom, grow up and come with us,
live life! Be a man like us, doing whatever delights us...
there's no limit in what we can do. Who's going to be
to be there for you when she's no longer around?
Not one of them is alive today, they pursued
their false dreams and pleasures, lived life
their way and abused alcohol and drugs never
singing an anthem; their wives deserted them,
their kids never loved them in those tender ways.
I have overcome every struggle and every conflict,
fought every battle by being much stronger than them!
The portrait of mom on the opposite wall
looks straight at me as her happy voice
returns to speak, " Take my memory with you
to brighten your day, you will live long for having
been obedient to me and having loved me;
my nurturing spirit will guide you through
many storms approaching, I will allay each fear. "
I look at the moon
I look at the stars
I look at the sky
I wonder..why are they so high?
I gaze at the trees
I gaze at the flowers
I gaze at the soil
I wonder.. how come is it made?!
I listen to the birds singing
I listen to the sound of sea
I listen to the sound of rain
I wonder..how beautiful is that?!
I feel the blowing winds
I feel the warm sunshine
I feel the shade of the clouds
I wonder...how relaxing is that?!
I fear the volcanos
I fear the earthquakes
I fear the tsunami
I wonder..How scarey is that?!
I keep wondering,,who breaks the volcanos, who blow the winds?!
I can find one answer which is How AMAZING is God!!
Form:
Let me tell you about the city where I am from
Welcoming patrons is the rule of our thumb
We're usually friendly to all that come visit
And when some folks leave, they'll say that they miss it
There's plenty to do here, but we don't have any shoppe's
There isn't no crime so there aren't any cops
Most of the people here know one another
Because everyone here has the same mother
It's just me and my sis and my younger sister Jac
My parents set sail and they never came back
This city was built by my dad all alone
His name now engraved in a statue of stone
It took him two years to complete this city with no name
But most got destroyed when a hurricane came
This city is on an island in the middle of Hawaiian bay
Far away from the Island's volcanos... so they say"
The only diner here serves seafood and fish
You must try the sea urchins they say they're delish!
It's a lovely city to live in so if your ever assail
Come visit our Island and my sibs with our tails
Look for the sign that says- "The Mermaids live here"
And perhaps, if you like, you can buy a timeshare!
Our wonderful planet, for millions of years,
was never this inspiring and beautiful...
until God with His skilful, perfect hands
beautified it for the first human couple.
I dispise the whipping wind, somewhat michevious and insolent,
brushing my short and dry hair as if it wanted to rapture me,
when I stand on the top of a majestic mount as the Tibet...
haven't monks lived there for centuries and endured it like me?
Volcanos can be dangerous, but also make the soil fertile when they spout flames;
making lava flow downhill towards the turpid sea, and I could retrace history...
to experience the horror that all Pompeians felt when hot ashes fell on their city,
and without a way of escape, they asphyxiated and died in unimaginable ways.
How can we survive without water? Aren't waterfalls, springs and rivers
the source of our existence? Imagine this Earth resembling the Moon, where no life exists...
a desolate landscape made of craters and vallies so barren and arid.
We discovered it, but then we realized it was extremely unlivable, so we never returned.
I have amply explained the elements for our survival and co-esistence with Nature itself;
it's very important to be aware of them, although they can be as unpredictable as death.
The volcano leveled
then a great wind blew the rest away.
Early humans came late.
They had callused soles and rough hands
they knew how to dig,
run and hide.
When the flood came
they were at ease feasting on stringy meat and bones
in the makeshift camps of their tribes.
The locust eating priests
declared it was everyone's fault
but theirs.
Contrite, and greatly diminished in number
they began to scratch the history of the world
on random stones.
Volcanos grew testy again
smoke and fiery fumes scorched the sky.
They packed up their meager possessions
and trekked. The tribes did not stop walking
until they found a lost scripture in the dust.
Some called the find a bible
written by soothsayers
yet unborn,
but in truth
it was yet another mystical footprint
to follow -
a sign to track
out of this inexplicable land
that kept blowing away
on the shifting sands
of bad times.
Nature and nurture, medicine for us all
The splendour of each season
Fill our souls with awe to recall
The splendour of Nature.
Every season paints a picture,
Perfect in every way,
Each season is unique
As it has its purpose on display,
Summer is hot
Sometimes, it is too hot to bear
Autumn is Magnificent
With Brilliant colours everywhere.
Winter is cold and can be icey, too,
A wonderland of Snowflakes
Making another magical view.
For all to share,
Hypnotised by the Silence there.
If we don't nurture Nature,
It will shrivel up and die.
There will be no rain
Or, no sunlight in the sky.
The world will become dehydrated,
Barren and dry.
Nothing remains, Nature cries.
Nature gave pleasure,
And feelings of peace in the world
A PHENOMINUM, a treasure
One not to be hurled,
And ignored, as if not needed.
Nature has another side,
One that is trying to supersede
And show MAN his failure to abide
By the God-given LAW OF NATURE.
Fires blazing torrents raging,
Waves crashing in the seas
Thunder clapping, lightning flashing
It is an incredible sight to see.
Volcanos erupting,
Earthquakes corrupting underground.
Wild winds blowing
While hot embers were glowing,
there was no PEACE on Earth found.
On a particular subject let's cut the pallava.
When volcanos erupt you must expect lava.
Don't stand in its way Nature's laws to defy
unless, of course, it's your intention to die.
Let me add without seeming too cynical
Avoid taking a leap from a mighty high pinnacle
in the vain hope of nature's protection
by making of you a total exception.
I avoid like the plague all striving in politics;
Republicans, Democrats and similar fiddlesticks.
No orders I will take from Senate or President.
By now this fact to all should be evident.
If you yourselves courted the horrors that came,
I regret to inform that 'm not to blame.
Ripples of lava,
Spewing out from volcanos
I am this flaw…
Sweet shards of I-don’t-knows
I am burning quite aflame
You like to always blame me
For your ridiculous game
Of blasphemous, insidious envy
I’d rather become numb with bad news
Instead of succumbing to nothing
I am ancient, gross gum on your shoes…
Darling, you were my everything
Until you stepped all over me and lied
Until you pressed upon me vanity
The darkness is somewhat dwelling inside
Our craniums of unknown gravity
You’re the lava in my heart's every beat
I am the volcanos that erupt in repeat
I’m falling apart by the seams of agony
You take me away with your melancholy
Mother of us all
Powerhouse of all life
Goddess of the gods
She is the Bird of birds
The Beast of beasts
The Fish of fish
The Amphibian of amphibians
The Reptile of reptiles
The Bug of bugs
Looking out of all our eyes
She sees everything
There’s no hiding from Her
Our gift from Mother Earth
She is Woman
She is the Old Religion
Before all religions
Before any books were written
Before the Word
Before any words were spoken
Before language itself
She is the unspoken word spoken
She is the mysterious, the magical
The wonder in wonderful
She is my muse
She lives in all our dreams
She is the Dreamer
There is no escaping Her
Without her, we don’t exist
She is everywhere
She is our energy bomb
She is the architect of mitosis
She is the Womb of wombs
Reborn in us all
She is the Great Scientist
The DNA of dna
She is the epitome of Eveolution
She is pure, untouched by All
Totally evolved
Life opens the door for Her
Death closes it behind
She is the wind in the forest
Her voice is the song
That echos throughout the Ages
She is fire, air and water
She soars within the clouds
She erupts from volcanos
She laughs and the earth quakes
We are nothing, without Her
She is the Queen of queens
All kings bow before Her
Her only commandment is
To love one another
-Blessed Be