Big fish eat lil fish
Refuse to elaborate
Went away freely.
The world is so cruel
Future belongs to the top
Rat race is the rule.
Gravely digging the grave digger digs
holes for souls; waste pits plotted
earth soils clogging
Collections of bones for storage and mind
Disposal in disguise
Many a form, Goldfinch alike, are left
in place of death; laying spent, shrivelled
dishevelled, colours still abright
I wasn't going to dig a hole so I left it
where it lay; no-one will dig for its soul
No grave digger digs such a small pit
No respect, no clogging, no digging
Instead the finches are left
along with the Linnet, the Thrush, the Owl
and the Crow; destined to be sucked back
into nature's cauldron
to go wherever birds go
Time reveals the meaning of life
Our purpose is something we define
This lone conscious creature
Is burdened by the instinctual conscious mind
If we take a post reductionist perspective
We start with a primordial cup of tea
A petri dish
Brimming with endless possibilities
The successful drives from antiquity
Lie deep in the recesses of our mind
Driving, pushing, our species
Reeking havoc in modern times
We’re experiencing an internal battle
Insatiable is our lust
We’re incapable of living in the moment
Enough is never enough
Such are the internal drives
They are a burden for the beast
Awareness of this dichotomy
Makes it hard for inner peace
Like a man lost in the wilderness
Like a ship off course in a stormy sea
We need a guiding light for our salvation
Or else, the irony of evolving tragically
The evolution of the environment
Has surpassed the adaptation of our mind
Will we adapt?
Good question; Time reveals the meaning of life
The past has usurped our future
In modernity the blind drives thrive
If we can learn to live a life of moderation
We could start to appreciate what it means to be alive
For five years the illustrious and regal
Charles Darwin, sailed on the Beagle.
A surveying ship,
Notebooks all a’rip,
Soon in battle with Wallace, so legal.
UN-NATURAL SELECTION
PERHAPS IT ‘S JUST A BIG BANG DESECRATION
UNRAVELLING OF NATURAL SELECTION
BUT WE MUST CAST A VOTE
THE DUNGEON OR THE MOAT
IN HOPES THE WHOLE DAMN THING’S AN ABERRATION
11/4/2016
"NATURAL SELECTION"
eventually the baby
will be conceived,
it will cry, laugh and talk.
it will crawl, walk
and run.
the moon will dance
through the night.
the sun will ride
valiantly into a
death match.
the rain will cry
as it falls.
the thunder will roll
and the lightning
will strike.
the flowers will bloom.
the roses will die.
the trees will be
void of leaves.
the love will turn
into acceptance.
all is now clear through
my tears of desolation.
eventually the broken-
hearted prevail.
misery has held me
prisoner.
tonight,
I am free.
By: Chicano Eddie
7-11-2016
The melancholic moon hangs, guilty in the mourning mist.
The murderous sun rises to execute the closing vapour.
Innocent winds unknowingly disperse the evidence far and wide.
And I awaken from my snow-filled dream to shower under forgiving rain,
as ignorant to nature's glorious torment as volcanoes are to life.
i congratulate and uplift
i never put down
does not matter if whatever is more than my less
i am proud
too many people put down
too many people spread hate
too many people waste needed energy
instead, why not encourage instead of discourage
there are levels of speed in life
there are timetables when it comes to blessings
there is One who Oversees it all
at the end of each everyday....it is up to Him anyway....
that being said, on yourself you are committing a crime
congratulate and uplift i say....instead of ultimately wasting your time
in My New Normal
so happy I let him go
Home I truly am
Little ladybug
I’ll save you from the basin
But a fly must die
I could not stick my head in glue
To feed and wait with barnacles,
Or seek security among
Aggregate anemones,
Or anchor to tomorrow with sedentary polyps,
Or browse with slugs,
Or cling to rocks,
Or maintain the perpetual
Defensiveness of urchins,
Or achieve “being realistic”
With camouflaged bottom dwellers,
Or remain isolated in a shell.
I float on my colors,
Moved by current desires.
Developing backbone
To swim effortlessly
In the ocean of possibility.
Twin lightning bolts
strike at the same time,
one a tree
the other me.
Nature decides;
the tree is scarred,
me, ashes in a jar.
Natural selection, nature
decides.
An
orphan
grey seal cub-
left to sink or
swim.