Human Nature
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The word “striking” has multiple meanings, both beautiful and violent.
I might tell you your beauty is striking; although subjective, I seem to think you’re favorable.
Stark white beaches contrasting glasslike water enchants;
drawing many souls close, so close they are engulfed in it.
Hopelessly consumed selfishly by the veneer opting to idle
if you have stayed
longer than expected
you are one among many
for all acquaintances
grown attached
unintentionally rally
if you’ve seen my light
If we all lived life the easy way
And always listened to others
We all would be different today
And we would all be sisters and brothers
Today,
during a time
of quiet contemplation
I recall
three simple
metaphors,
which came from my reading-
from various books
on spirituality,
philosophy.
And now,
It is the most compact
of all dialogues
a clipped conversation
that had become so
routine-
it is one of the first
phrases
learned in a foreign
language course.
It is a question- answer
You wake in a forest of tar
The place you dreamt is now afar
You lived accruing wealth since birth
Too busy for your time on earth
A rise to riches was your goal
Destroyed your values, killed your soul
This is a story of trial and strife
The silent killer and the bloody knife
But this story is not all that is seems
No, you must look deeper into what it truly means.
The darkness within that consumes a soul
The world, a child
her mind, a chamber
for nurtouring thoughts
no creature could blame her
stained skin
with blood so pure
they crave for her veins
In search for a cure
I open my mind's lid like the drawer of a filing cabinet.
It is the place where thoughts, dreams, and memories thrive.
Letters of knowledge organized just like books in a library.
Humans do funny things like believe we are invincibleAnd yet, it is almost certain that mankind will not stand the test of time
Seed of Time.
Stem of innocence.
Song and rhyme
come to be.
Then sliver the branches
of vice and temptation.
Corruption and combat bloom.
The surreptitous snake suckles Death's nectar.
Dear ETs,
I’m sorry, I cannot find a way
To bring myself to fully answer your question
Regarding humanity’s ending passage of days;
dear divinity~ were you there for the worlds calamity?
were you there for the savegry?..for humanity?
were you there, watching the catastrophy?
were you there divinity?...no.
you were never there.
dear divinity~ were you there for the worlds calamity?
were you there for the savegry?..for humanity?
were you there, watching the catastrophy?
were you there divinity?...no.
you were never there.
There is a forest
A dim forest full of dusky trees and damp moss
Tiny critters that scuttle about
Weaving in between the roots of dying oaks and already dead birches
Your Love is like a willow,
strong and steadfast.
Growing faster than any other,
10ft higher each year.
It flows with the wind,
and never fails to sing out loud.
what an ocean created by emotionsfears, wantsneedsmixed all togetherunable to see or pick outwhich belongs to which fishswimming alongas if nothing is wrongwhat a foresta jungle
What is itWhen you can't decideWhat you like,What you dislike,What is there inside you,What you want,What you need,What you see,What you feel,Or, what you are?
Onecs in the red sun,
Little Red Riding Hood was heading out to her grandmother’s.
“Would you like me to come,” asked the mother.
The blood that runs through my veins is the courage I feel when I arise each morning.
The blood that runs through my veins is the courage I feel when I arise each morning.
History repeats itself like a broken a record.
200,000 years living together as a race,
but yet our society is stuck on hate.
Stuck on hate.
Stuck on hate.
I can hear him
whisper in my ear,
he calls my name,
controls me with fear.
These vile demons
running in my head,
live in my dreams
and beneath my bed.
I feel guilty.
The ancient Incans used the dark spots in the milky way as their constellations
Instead of depending on the brighter points in the sky
They allowed the emptiness to rule their life
What does Poetry mean to me?
The words in my head that I can't get out.
That's Poetry.
My fingers flwing over keys as my head clicks along.
That's Poetry.
Poetry is me. With a computer. And my brain.
A villain in disguise,
everyone has a little pride.
No tongues of fiery red,
it's all just in your head.
Clouding those in which it hosts,
it's the reason why you boast.
So now it's up to each of us,
I hear you
I hear you in
the pouring rain...
Words
Words that cannot escape my brain.
The unexplained
The trees--they quiver with life.Yes, all around me,They shake with strife.Their bones, bare of bark,They're stark white cast in dark.Sister stars shoot to earth,Little pricks of light plunging-
Invade the room and awash with debate
To prove your distress is superior.
Accelerate pique and don’t hesitate
As your demands are meant to weary her.
More issues arise: suppression and spite
Look outside.
Snow falls softly, brushing on the trees,
Snow falls calmly, it almost breathes
We watch safe and warm,
Inside the dorm, protected from the hazardous winter storm,
Life is full of surprises
We observe, think and question
But us human, we figured them all.
It only took 60 years till we could land on the moon after the first flight
I stand among scattered ashes of humanity
My heart beats with the rythmn of the digital age.
These eyes reflect imploding constellations
Two feet tread the boulevard of broken dreams.
Flip phones took a beating.
Now the smart phones record what we're eating.
Kids ran all day long and felt as though they could fly.
Now kids spend all day chained to a charger so the phone doesn't die.
Fire is my force
I am in beautiful
Anguish
Darling, my whole heart loves you
Garden flowers die
But not those who lie sacred
My delivery, Intelligently, to the Nth degree, Exponentially, I enter thee, places in your mind- generally -you refeuse to set free, the demons you keep prisoner, all the nights you cant remember, So many words left
Between Creation and Destruction
Lies creature, creed, cure, cry
Desire, despair, and danger.
The sun sets on that last, golden dayA chance to have a smile on your faceAgain comes the numbers, whirling aroundMaking everything unjust and solemnIt's a test, as everything is,
You took my home
My trees
My life
You rolled in with those big machines
All loud and bright
I am small
I instantly fill with fright at the sight before me
Sunny
Happy smile
Always love my masters
Just waiting a hug
Suddenly a big stick coming through
Who are we in this parallel demonism
Like creatures from the hellbound all we do is destroy any hope
We were given
Our power dies with our soul
We are nothing but unsatisfied bodies
A world once of simplicity
Has fallen into a mystery
From chaos and destruction
Humanity could only blossom
The Earth is like a caterpillar,
unchanged but ready to grow.
Earth's history is quite the filler,
Why change the Outer
You can improve your Inner
Find Beauty in Everything
Sharp eyes and Wet nose
Animals-Innocence
They, the Ideal Beauty
Beauty is Within
Never again will we see another day,
Since we all have to play the game,
To near waters filled with oil,
What has become of us when we all dry and boil?
Never again will we live to breathe,
We waste time
We taste smoke outside
We don’t care
We don’t share
We are so focused on our miniscule lives
That we don’t stop to admire the scene around us
There are miracles in this world
Wind screaming, trees rustling, birds wallowing. The world indulged in this darkness. road signs staggering, black clouds consuming, grey shadows overpowering. Absorbed in habitual patterns. Wake up. Go to work. Come home. Watch television.
We live for today, die for tomorrow
Our soul sits in a puddle of sorrow
Wait till dawn to repent
The world has turn its back because of our sins
Never bite the hand that feeds
Why do I get angry and cry so deeply from the inside
Without letting it out?
Why do I let the hurricane storm behind the bullet proof glass,
I am confronted by all their faces.
The faces that say please love me
In place of my owner who is an absentee.
So, here I am, giving out warm embraces.
I wish my work was enough,
someone
punctured the
atmosphere’s lung
you know what came out?
the stench of
scorched hot dogs
Born in her nurturing arms
Cradle to death and back again,
She held out her helping hands
As a sanctuary for all her children,
"I Sting as hard as a Bumblebee"
"But i'm gracefull as a Dove"
"You can not defeat me!"
"No sir-we I might be just a cub"
"With all my might i put up such a fight!"
"You can't defeat me"
God gathered the dust in his hand,
Formed his greatest creation.
He gave but one command:
“Knowledge is for me alone.”
God knew, of course,
That man would disobey.
Curiosity is a deadly force;
After all the people leave—
The raucous laughter has died down, goodbyes have been said,
The lights have all gone out, and people have left for some other party—
What happens to a building?
Us humans; our mind: so strong, so alive,
Usurper of Nature, the law, to survive.
A hundred more years or a hundred more lives,
But what does it matter if humans still thrive?
Why, why, why?
Always a question,
never an answer
Why to do this, why to do that...
It's all about the reasoning
The why
Why, why, why?
Always running through the head
Why, why, why?
A cry in the nightthat fills you with frightpounding your heartas the chase starts.
It fills you with longingfor the light of day;taking your breathas you begin to sway.
Cast upon the Earth
Dread like angels; plagued
Are we
Not, the Earth cannot bare
The presence of many
Whom bring about death
Like gods, are we?
Life dwindles, death ceases not
We stand here and shout,
Pain and anger roaring from our mouths,
"Don't do this!"
"We must do this!"
"You demons!"
"I hate you!"
Why must we hate?
Is it because were human?
Stop
Wait
Listen
Did I ever tell you, about the laughing Jester?
The one who lets his jokes fester?
Or the girl with the stars in her eyes
the one who left under October skies?
The dry air is hot, sucking the moisture out of every living and deceased creature. Even the non-life has no reprieve from the tyrannical looting of the sun.
Calm’s eyes of warmth can brush
The sea like fingers by
The harp. Caress old Nature’s blush
Up in the bell tower
Over yonder way
They ring for the hour
Of twelve on God’s days
Upon the carillon
Guised in a garb pitch dark
A man plays a song
Which sets a mood so stark
