The world of nature, obviously, is all around us even in the heart of a city. But sometimes, the works of man seem to take precedence.
The tree spoke to me
I did not understand
The tree sighed for me
And gestured with its leaves
The tree shook at me
I could not comprehend
The bird spoke to me
The message was not clear
The bird sang to me
And shook its feathered crest
The bird flew from me
I could not know its mind
The stream spoke to me
Its words I could not grasp
The waters danced for me
And rippled round the stones
The stream flowed from me
I could not sense its pain
My car roared its invitation
I sang with jubilation
I drove with exultation
Its power, my inspiration
More speed, my motivation
The city, my destination
The works of man, abomination.
Ideas for poetic content just come out of the unconscious mind. I suppose everything is inspired by a conscious experience but then it is manipulated somewhere out of the realm of conscious thought.
The cloud smiled at me
As it drifted serenely past
The tree whispered to me
As the leaves danced in the breeze
The stream chuckled at me
As the water played in the rocks
The wheat field waved to me
As the wind hastened its pace
The campfire crackled and danced for me
As the logs gradually turned to ashes
Night gently descended on me
And wrapped me in its velvet blanket
Many creatures sang to me
Their chorus filled the dark
But then . . .
Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance
Lightning flashed and ripped the heavens asunder
A swirling monster with a freight train roar
Smashed and crashed and churned and crushed
The morning sun rose with sadness and gazed upon the ruins
Gaia had spoken . . . She was not amused.
As a complete change of direction for this site, I have been encourage to start writing and sharing my poetry efforts. Things are a bit rough around the edges but you have to start somewhere.
The Autumn Leaves
The autumn leaves are free, descending
Hesitant, uncertain, searching
For their final resting place
Dancing to the summer breeze
Their life of bending, twisting, turning,
Now a fading memory
Life they gave while fresh and verdant
Life they will give lying below
Dust to dust the endless story
So it is for all who live
Bound to this eternal round
Between the sky and earth below
Do we choose or do we follow
Swept through days of sun and shadow
Kindred to the autumn leaves.
Robin D.G. Kelley: The U.S. v. Trayvon Martin: How the System Worked.
“In 2012 alone, police officers, security guards or vigilantes took the lives of 136 unarmed black men and women — at least twenty-five of whom were killed by vigilantes. In ten of the incidents, the killers were not charged with a crime, and most of those who were charged either escaped conviction or accepted reduced charges in exchange for a guilty plea.”
The American justice system worked the way it is designed to work and the design is seriously flawed. Unfortunately, they way it works is heavily weighted against a significant percentage of the population. In Florida, you can shoot to kill even if retreat is a safe and viable option. Zimmerman was allowed to claim self defence even though he provoked the confrontation.
Unclean at Any Speed – IEEE Spectrum.
I hate to break this to you but the movement towards greater use of renewable resources is anything but green. The article that I have linked to here is quite depressing. It demonstrates quite clearly that from cradle to grave, manufacture to disposal, an electric car pollutes our world far more than a standard car with a gasoline engine. Alberta’s tar sands project gets a lot of criticism based on destruction of the environment and pollution of surrounding areas. It would appear that and electric car is more damaging to the environment than a car fuelled exclusively by gasoline obtained from the tar sands. Please read the included article to find out why.