You mock and laugh at what you fear;
what you don't understand,
takes a sarcastic tongue-lashing,
like the slave's whip scars
You joke about the seriousness of life,
because you fear death
You know your time is short;
you know you've wasted your life,
on games, food, toys, and tv,
but you can't help but continue in your ignorance,
because you fear those who climb higher
So, you're left with only one option:
cut down the ones that take creative aim

We live for ourselves, the earth, and trees;
we live for freedom for the animal that bleeds
we live for doing the least harm;
we try as we must, to limit our steps,
that cause destruction to earth and her nests

So, fear all you like, and mock us in our plight,
but when we are gone, you will see,
how quickly darkness, will end your sight
for all your prayers won't help you ONE BIT, to sleep at night

Take Note...

Take note, from ancestral ways,
to love the earth, and animals that graze
Morality dictates to care for those,
the least of these - innocence, treated like cargo

If you're so moral and decent,
good, as you suppose,
then why do you dine on blood and terror?
Why do you chew on the light bearer?

A frail animal, bursting with light,
until the psychopath, subdued their fight
Encased in an iron shell -
wasting and rotting, in a madman's hell

Wanna know, what your purpose is?
Take note from indigenous ways,
stop the slaughter of innocent babes
by corporations, on blood getting paid

Take the moral high ground,
with your large brain, so you claim
It should be used, to limit their pain
That's your purpose, in this blinking life

To end the innocent animal's strife!!

If you love your cat and dog, let's stop their suffering in Asia by disengaging from the olympics. Don't watch them! But also, stop being a hypocrite, by supporting an industry here in America, that slaughters animals needlessly and painfully, enslaving them for over-consumption. The earth and her animal friends can't take much more! 

It's Not A Wonderful Life

Tax evaded; you've strayed,
where they'll scope you out,
like a spy on steroids,
until you pay up - as if you haven't enough

The cycle of life repeats,
as time eats his children for monthly bills -
This is not a spontaneous existence;
it's circular drudgery, as the last man,
marches to the beat of a psychopathic drum

The lone survivor; the descendant of creativity,
stands ready to jump ship to the next planet;
there, a home awaits among oblivion,
where time will no longer crave souls

Merry Go Round

We played on the merry-go-round as kids,
but as adults, never left the apparatus
The comings and goings of another year,
boasts the side effects of a dizzying life -
a symptom she's in the process of curing

Published at the Poet Community

Music in the Soul

Music in the soul, never dies
it's an unquenchable fire -
the sword that is ever unsheathed,
against the foes of life

Music in the soul, never fades
it's an unyielding flame -
a passion that feeds the mind,
and never tires, nor leaves us behind,
to suffer the 'slings and arrows' of misfortune and shame

Winter Time

Winter time is here;
supposedly to bring good cheer,
where I will sit with my warm mug,
and think upon yesteryear

Time has brought change,
and old man winter has led me astray,
into the depths of my soul;
this is where I will grow old,

with the wisdom of poets,
and philosophers from the past;
they are the ones I feel a kinship with,
and at last I can breath in a sigh of relief;
the cold and it's chill is a welcome blast


Have we not strayed,
far, from the naturalness of things
forgotten the names of wildflowers,
and the taste of their nectar
Engulfed in robotic life,
nature is an escape, not fully immersed in,
but a mini vacation, taken on weekends,
where the office still plays its part

Have we not strayed,
far, from the nakedness of things,
where the rim of the moon, dangles,
dipped below the sky, with its sootiness,
among the night and twinkling stars
The milky way beckons,
yet we fail to admire the mystery of it all

Have we not strayed,
far, from spring fields;
summer sands; fall leaves,
and winter flakes

I dare say we have,
yet I feel they're drawing me,
inward towards their comfort
and inner circle, where at last,
I shall remember their names

The corn field, its husks,
the lilac groves, and perfumed lots,
where tulips sway and roses dance
The mooing cow, lowing sheep;
the butterflies' wings,
the hummingbird's beats

Let me never stray again,
remembering that I am part,
of the larger picture -
let me never forget the sounds of the universe