Fossils

Never ending quest to save the world,
or understand.
Forsee the present reality,
as nothing worse than a bad hand.
Plastic on the roadside, burning a carbon footprint across the land
Debris, dismissed, fossilized dinosaurs pissed
they can’t come back, we’d kill them all over again.
Natives of the home, so brave
they slayed the indigenous along the way.
Billions of the disgruntled, machines to overrun,
no voices, hearts splayed,
sacraficed, the wealth of a handful.
Breaking down all the rest.
Open mouths, no chance to retaliate.
Seeking out a new world,
Left behind by those who wish them dead.

Everything

When it seems we don’t have enough.
When the sky engulfs the horizon.
When loss only throws shadows on our past.

Where my feet touched ground.
Where the city streets broke innocence.
Where everyday was everything.

What looked so precious from afar trapped behind curtains, behind blinds.
Perpetuating a state of grace, forgiving until you leave it all behind.

I am you.

Black Out The Sky

We make marvelous ornaments- here, the ground level for beauty and commerce, eating each other’s will.
The green, stretched without any indifference, the ends and the means battling it out for supremacy.
Somewhere atop a sky rise reflected the sunlit sky back in its own space- reveling the mist, globe like and super-dome to round up all the weak and sick.
The malevolent crowds, CEO’s, shuffling into the situation room, executing every last heart and mind and perforating the globe into the sky, blacking out the sun, leaving the children to the scraps, fodder for the recessed masses.