Philosophy Pollution Poems

What is born in the thermals of a barren land
A spiral of destruction sublime

(I feel its power seeping into the ground)

Across the seas, it comes...

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I
If you accept your environment
You become the universe too
Much as fish and whale do
One cannot talk of a marine creature
Its zest, zeal, lust for life...

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Thick smoke sick rising 
into the stormy iron-gray sky 
industrial gears and pistons
grinding eternity…

Lightning lances arcane 
weathervanes over 
a filthy antiquated metropolis!

Wondering!

a wandering of souls...

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A chrome gun glittering 
in the hot sun raise, rays radiating 
like a heliographic rainbow,
drawn from shimmering halos 
of inferno light, hot.

White smoke from a...

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A chambered shell 
with each a secret Lie. 
Memory dwells spiraling 
down deep and only the Infinity 
knows what is kept in each. 
A secret...

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Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Three
                Part of a grander...

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This land of entitlement, 
entertainment and enterprise 
lost burnt broken...despised 
skeletal structures reaching 
griping, clutching, scraping the infernal sky.
arcane factories sit on horizons 
haunt like...

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Layers of dust gathered
Resulting from 
One's laziness
Windiness of the day
Dryess of the weather
Pollution from heavy traffic
But
Dust gathered beneath your feet
Resembles you
When that day come
You're burnt...

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It was always for the dyeing.
See the amazing 
two headed asexual 
gang of socialite housewives 
revealed on prime time
for their anti-social media 
love for handguns...

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We all recognize them well.
                The number of times we've...

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You are so beautiful like Helen of Troy
So brainy, special, and unique
Nobody can compete you
Her smiling reflection answered from the mirror
She was lost in her...

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A child collects some sand with hand
And so he calls it "motherland".

To some sand, castles are built high
Flowers are grown for dewy morn
Flags are furled...

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This lonely forsaken creature is worshiped in the labyrinth of my heart
He sits on his cheap framed throne with his faceless glare, playing God 
He...

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They penetrate our lands and they pollute our waters, 
All while they rape our mothers and daughters.  
Hungrily they trek through our minds dripped...

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Your blood it boils 
with the curse of oil
The backs of black
Their curse to toil. 

The legs you wear 
Covered in blood forever
And covered in...

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