Sometimes we need to remember how tiny we truly are…

Photo:  NEOM
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Nature vs Humans…2 pictures

THIS is nature

This is what humans do to nature

 

Top photo:  Michael Block
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Bottom photo:  Antoine GIRET
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Wheels, gears and cogs…a poem

the wheels
and gears
turn
but we don’t get
any smarter
not about what matters
we build better
THINGS
like guns
and other weapons
instead of building
TRUST
KINDNESS
and
EQUALITY
sadly
I don’t think
our species
is capable
of those things
on a grand scale
we are death
to living things
as the wheels
and cogs
gears
and guns
keep getting made
because that’s
what’s important
to the men in charge
to the men
we have allowed
to threaten
and destroy
all life
on this planet

 

Photo:  Zolan Tasi
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It’s what we are…

we are walking
breathing
libraries
all of our stories
shelved
in something called
memory
our books
cannot be borrowed
or even translated
into every language
now and then
we edit
adding or subtracting pages
or words
that will make our stories
more to our liking
but all of our books
are temporary
we take them with us
when we leave the game
that’s what our books
have in common
they all end
exactly the same way

 

Photo:  Leroy Skalstad
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Love the babies…stop the violence…and destruction.

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Look at all the humans…

the meerkats
watched the humans
rush back and forth
and thought about
how lucky they were
to be a different species

Thoughts…

From early times, people have been building stairways to the stars.  Always trying to get higher, closer to their gods and to heaven.  We look at those things now and wonder how they built them.  How long it took to do it, without today’s machines and technology.  Some of the ancient things that were built can’t even BE build today.  The experts have no idea how they were made/created.

But here’s the thing.  There is no up.  There is no actual direction.  We are on a spinning ball, traveling through space in a gigantic universe.  So everything can be a sky or a heaven but it’s too big for us to actually understand.

I look at things like this and see how childlike our species is.  How we are run by ego and desire.  The people who built this monument thought it was high enough to reach the sky.  I’d say they had limited knowledge, but so do we.  We aren’t any different than those who came before us.   For us, as a species, there will always be LIMITED KNOWLEDGE and we’ll always be like children, fighting, selfish, bullying and wanting all the toys.  It’s pathetic, but true.  And it’s all just things we make up so we’ll have something to do.  It seems as if hating and killing is more enjoyable than loving and peace.  We race toward death with glee and excitement, acting as if there can actually be a winner.

Humans…a poem

we have painted our faces
since the beginning
to create fear
to be beautiful
to gather power
to become
other than we are
we wear ink
masks
and feathers
to get the attention
of the old ones
the four-legged ones
the winged ones
let’s face it
we haven’t come as far
as we think we have

 

 

Photo:  Joshua Rondeau
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Remember the “Good Old Days?”

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We are here…a poem

we look
pretty
and
colorful
on paper
from a distance
you can’t see
what we really are