That diamondback with turquoise eye
Beneath the copper colored sky
Is best left there alone to lie
Aware of ev'ry passerby
Commanding it's respect
But lofty prowling also reigns
If not supreme its threat remains
So vigilance is what maintains
The losses equal to the gains
This delicate balance to protect
Each predator will become prey
When stars of night find stars of day
The system was designed that way
To keep the intellect at bay
That would upset that order
LIke most designs it has its flaws
For those who don't respect its laws
And seek to fill rapacious jaws
Displaying disrespectful maws
Which grin within disorder
The snake that lies in plastic grass
The raptor’s flight through prismal glass
Are visions meant not but to pass
As though they were but sheen on frass
Only useful when they’re rent asunder
Philosophers are left to ponder
Why nature would allow this wander
'Tween balance here, disorder yonder
Peacemakers struggle… troublemakers squander
Ill-gotten gains, their rotten plunder
Lord -
God ,
Creator
of the Natural Order.
Chem trails and weather modification...
Let the social engineering not find us oh Lord.
We hide not in you,
but in you -
a shield
armor
and sword.
As the rains come, so does the hurricane. Tornadoes , hail, and floods. The devastating effects of Aquinas sin. Through prayer and contemplation we will understand, man is a greater enemy than satan.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
8/10/10
Many do not
Can animals be conscious
Do plants think
Can you live again
Do other beings exist somewhere
What is certain
Do you love anything more than yourself
What is time
Do you have any answers
What is important
The species that disturbs the natural order is not going to enjoy a peaceful sleep!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 April 2017
From the top of a distant range
looking as if the earths muscle and bones
were stretching, arching its spine
clouds drift as snow might over and down
in some seasonal shift,
I sit, not grasping so much
the enormity of it all,
or anything, as it seems compressed
held curled, almost fetal
in my front row seat.
A bird, perhaps as lost as I
lands on the porch rail
while squirrels chatter
and squabble over cones dropped
from a pine, and acorns dug
from an ancient oak, with no voice
of it's own, perhaps feeling as I do
about life in slow motion, moving
fast forward as if in film frames passing, missed
are clipped to some cutting room floor.
Posted because of a suggestion of a friend
First rhythm to the beat:
Being honest
Next guest of honour:
Purpose
Following the morning after:
Self-awareness and courage
Break for freedom:
The musician strikes a cord
And echoes the universe it's glorious Love song
Defined by the wind and clouds
The violent storm came upon the shore
As waves crested against the dry sand
Leaving evidence of forcefulness
As tracks from wind and water
Gave way to new topography
Standing on the dunes, mesmerized,
I then realized change itself is imminent
There are actions for everything
There are, in turn, reactions
Define not, the source of change,
But define the effect, to understand
concept , cultural evolution , how superficial
buy into that program , how artificial
continued phasing , hazing of fad's
glamour , luxury , vain world gone mad
failing to recognize , natural order's persistence
willing to trade , then terminate existence
let us not forget , natural force's methodology
as we progress with convenience of technology
the natural order of existence , will remain rooted
any and all resistence , eventually booted
as we stand , doe eyed in headlight's , transfixed
let us not forget , we're an essential to the matrix.......
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