I weep for trees and forests,
We laid them all to waste.
Will children have no air to breath,
No atmosphere to taste?
I weep for mighty oceans
We trashed them to the brim.
Will children of the life therein
Protract no place to swim?
I weep for northern icelands,
A thawing polar crown.
Will children of the Inuit
Become condemned to drown?
I weep for fields and meadows,
Poisoned long ago.
Will children of the landscape
Reap no seeds to sow?
I weep for man's futurity
Ere I take my sleep.
Will children of the morning's dawn
Beget no tears to weep?
Read the label, please
There's an ever present misery measure we humans live/die to choke
blame on anything/one that's not us involved.
Rationalization, my right hand,gossip, the tool of the m asses
is a good key to that ever-present padlock of stoolish whining
about our tofroupdowninout ill framed decision makers
resorting to open blaming others, alive or otherwise
for our every pinched plight poorish purpose, a sicklic
intelli-dunce approach to our only one time proactive earthly ride.
Thus Protract yr crude cranium from yr **** atmosphere of
non nominal unthunk rituals, constipated criss-crossed calamitous capitulations of WTF? Get it right, tubular, on point and move toward the light of Mind
over mush my friend; add/subtract/multiply/divide trading
in yr socio/domestico sad stilted neo
seculoethic impertinent ignorance aplenty aside,
for an in and or un solvable resolution into yr own soulful sink
to a resent-ful evolutionary end game waiting room.
Close cover before striking.
What side can you judge infinity from,
the front or then the back
If it’s never over, or never ends,
how then can you protract
Can infinity stop and start again,
would it be different or the same
Can judgment ever qualify,
what it can’t even name
If generalizations are generally true,
what can we really know
With the distance between our hopes and dreams,
beyond what time can show
One step forward and one step back,
micromanaging the present away
The ideas you profess, whose laws you tout,
tethering emptiness—to illusions foray
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
I always see you in that mundane
Every time I stare the emotions’ windowpane
Try not to draw a smile, because I don’t want to be insane
I abhor you every time you talk sweeter than the sugar cane.
To have a perfect liaison, I never anticipate
I am very happy is being a loner is my fate,
So don’t you ever dare to open the love’s gate
Because I don’t want to have any mate.
I am begging, stay away from me!
Because I want to fall in love with nobody
Don’t protract my loneliness,
So cease saying words of sweetness!
Stop bridging the gap!
If you don’t want to see me acting like a daft.
Don’t glue my soul’s broken part
Spare me! Please, let me have this vacuous heart!
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Green sleep red bright
Dreaming in the yellow of orange;
Blue sleep; in thy purple
Little colors stand and weep
Sweet violet in thy hue
Soft values I can paint
Secret tints and secret highlights
Little pallets sing lyrics
As thy softest glow grow the feel
Triangles as of the morning tetrahedron
O'er thy face and vertex thy crest
Rhombus thy little square doth oblong
O the ellipse wiles that sphere
In thy conical shape asleep!
When thy tessellate circle doth wake
Then the arc night shall protract
A synopsis untried, a life unended
The wheel spins as the days protract
A look at the mirror surrounding the dire
I feel my soul, my life and my being
Each day that I be
Each moment that I see
Fundamentally I decree
Knowledge be'eth my surrender
Yet self provoked it opens adventure
Lies and deceit, the dacoit he knoweth
So infinite and atomic
Indefinate to us all
Supposed awesome wonder at his behest
Quality awaits this unfathomable test