we are so unimportant
so small
and yet we brandish
our swords
and fists
raise our voices
at Nature
acting
as if
we have
a chance
against
Her power
as if the earth
belongs to us
and is ours
to destroy
that
is the definition
of insanity
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the Milky Way
lights up the sky
gorgeous
as it sparkles above us
filled with planets
bright suns
and clouds of gas
a nursery
for new stars
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it’s hot
still summer
but if you take a
deep breath
you can smell
fall
waiting in the wings
flowers
are starting
to go to sleep
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some people
are made of music
lost in the sounds
in the feel of the notes
they are transported
out of their everyday lives
into the dreams
that surround them
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women are feral
they never belong to anyone
but themselves
they are part of the
Mother
part of
Nature
their roots go deep
men fear them
and they should
for the crimes
they commit
against them
I just hope they remember
that
payback
is a
bitch
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stones
are beautiful
each one unique
different from the others
like everything else on this planet
no two alike
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and in their church
most holy
where people pay
for candles
to light the way
for those who have
made their final exit
prayers of farewell
prayers of love
and loss
heartbreak
and pain
drift toward
the painted ceiling
on wisps of smoke
spiraling from
the dancing flames
while priests
lead children
into rooms
where their innocence
will be taken from them
while others
look the other way
and do
nothing
at all
to stop
the
horror
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Fairy Queen
a beauty rare
from golden eyes
to flaming hair
her power sure
her heart in tack
but always
always
watch your back
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beautiful forest
sun kissed
misty morning
but some of us
are city people
through and through
and as lovely as this forest looks
I need the city
if I am to breath
the noise
people
skyscrapers
cars
els
smells
well
they don’t exist
in the forest
where things
are silent
leafy
creeping
and hiding
I don’t belong there
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this is where the monsters live
in the shadows
in the doorways
in the alleys
in the darkness
they come out at night
because that’s
when they can see us
when they can smell us
when they can count our heartbeats
and taste our fear
night
is when the monsters
come out to play
just a friendly
reminder
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