Does the earth have feelings?
if so is it aware of human life upon it.
Does earth feel pain or have knowledge of strain put upon it?
Maybe you or I are not to know, as the snow in wintertime hides the sound of a burdened groaning earth .
Tag: love poems
Time Was Running Out
The arrogance of control was living on, above the ground, the poverty was draining the relatives still looking for a lifebelt with a crock of gold in the middle.
Time was running out so was patience, the survivors took the graveyard rubbing hardened lichen from weather worn wobbly stones and there it stood, as I speaking aloud.
It is here, all you are seeking, I am the mystery relative, dead but a saviour nonetheless you will find the box of an unknown uncle the contents inside the brazen husk will unlock all you requirements forever, it is called hell.
Dust Returns
Ashes for sale different grades & classification, but dust returns in the fluted conduits of time, to be part of the furniture or shot to the sky because there is more to us than our passing but we haven’t arrived at the station..
No Arrival A Poem By Mason Cult.
God I am dead now, what do I do… I have been stuck in this box for days, the aliens or is it the angels said they are coming to rescue me, but alas no arrival, no beat of wings, so am I really dead or have you gone and left me in an unknown psychic wilderness, my soul is tired, so much for insurance, so much for god and faith, so much a con.
They lied. I could not find the pearly gates. Perhaps they would not let me, the penny chew, the shop, me a child, in the back pocket it went, I stole it. Forgive me god I have sinned.
No Gentle Shores…
No gentle shores could be found, if we are no more than grains of sand, then gravity controls our fate, high tide, low tide, the moon lifts us up and down.
If the beach is a mineral galaxy upon every shore we can see ourselves coming and going as a full moon glistens upon the beaches, in our journey just listen to the hiss of the waves they are intimating their goodbyes