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We are here…a poem

Colorful, Color, Brush, Painted

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

Reality…2 pictures

this is nature

this is us

 

we are cementing in too much of the earth for its/our own good

Humans…a poem

Portrait, Fantasy, Fantasy Portrait, Man

humans are part of nature
we are not separate from it
we are one and the same
what happens to nature
happens to us
that’s important to know
because
if we destroy nature
we destroy ourselves
and yet
that’s exactly
what we
are doing

human intelligence
is a myth

Hive…

Honey, Bee, Buckfast, Insect, Wings

hive mind is for bees
not for people
as much as possible
THINK FOR YOURSELF

The blue planet…

Earth, Blue Planet, Globe, Planet, World

ONCE UPON A TIME
there was a blue planet
hanging in space
flying around
circling a star
and dragging
a moon along
with it
the tiny planet
had everything
it needed to be
beautiful
healthy
lush
rich in life
forests
mountains
well
in pretty much
everything
and it had
water
lots
and lots
of water
and things
were fine
for ages
and ages
until
one violent
and deadly
species
evolved
and ruined
it all

one species
that loved
and worshipped
death
was able to
destroy
what had been
wonderful
for billions of years
and they did it quickly
because death
is easy to do
they killed the air
the land
their own food
the other living things
and they even killed
the water

in the end
of course
they killed themselves

FINIS

Image

We’re so small, relatively speaking, and yet we can destroy everything that exists. How does that make sense? That tiny person can blow up the mountain, poison the water and kill everything that lives. I don’t get it.

Humans…

humans
have such a narrow
definition of what life is
many believe they know
but of course
that’s just human ego
blinding everyone
and giving them a
false sense of
superiority and
self-importance
when you think you know
something for certain
you can’t see what’s
right in front of you
but life doesn’t need us
to define it
it exists in spite of us
it doesn’t follow our rules
expectations
or definitions
the joke’s on us
we don’t exist freely
we live in boxes
and cells of our own making
a refusal
to be open and kind to what is
keeps our eyes shut tight
which means we miss out
on what is there
we tie our blinders on
with our own two hands
and rarely think to take them off
to glimpse a different reality
children know
but we tie blinders on them as well
so they can’t see
can’t tell us what’s there
we dull our senses
and because of that
we slowly go mad
in an effort to forget
knowing somewhere
deep inside
that all we have to do
is reach up
and remove
the cloth that is covering
our eyes

What we are…a poem

there’s nothing in our past
that isn’t part of us now
everything that has happened
to us
or around us
will be with us forever
because we
are the result
of each of those things
we are  the record
of whatever happened
and when

we are a massive human library
each person a different book
a different story

but there’s no old fashioned
card catalogue
no internet app
that can find
a particular tale
or a certain book

it’s a movable
feast of literature
with words
that never stop
and stories
that are never
finished but simply
change to a diffrent
language

we are every genre
even some
that have yet
to be named
it’s all here
the stories
the questions
the answers

it’s vast
and has been around
from the beginning

human beings
are a movable
living
library

 

Have you ever noticed…

Have you ever noticed that everything humans make, eventually ends up looking like this?  Nature simply reclaims what was Her’s all along.  Nothing we make lasts.  Even short term (relatively speaking) humans have to constantly maintain everything they make.  Nature doesn’t have to do anything.  No upkeep.  We rust, She does not.

Things come and go in Nature, but they when they go, they are usually turned into something else She can use.  The things we make do not replenish the earth, they can actually poison it.

Eventually, something/someone will live in our windowless buildings.  Birds and animals will move in, trees and leafy things will grow through the roofs and cracks, slowly but surely, hiding our short-lived existence.  In the end, it will look as if we never were.  I bet all of the living things that flourish in our absence, will be happy about that.

Nature is built to last.  We…are not.

Humans…

we
are
living
on
a
blue
dot
amid
a
sea
of
dots
and
our
egos
lead
us
to
believe
that
we
are
special

we
need
to
get
over
that

get
over
the
hierachies
the
holier
than
thou
better
than
others
attitude
and
work
together
for
the
good
of
all
and
the
harm
of
none

or
we
are
finished

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