TWISTING AND TURNING

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The world twists and turns.

It squeezes us dry like sponges

until we have no strength to fight.

I can’t keep my eyes open any longer

and watch the mad parade of colors.

Hurricanes, poverty, violence, shootings.

Red will soon hide the greens and blues.

Madness will descend and replace the stars.

The moon will hide its face from the night.

The sun will no longer send its rays of warmth. 

Mankind will be alone to fend off the darkness.

Twisting, turning, squeezing

until nothing remains of mankind.

DISTANT MEMORIES

 

 

Why are we removed from nature?

The moon retreats.

The stars keep their distance.

Trees and grass hide from sight.

The ice caps recede daily.

Soon they will only be memories

Of better times lived in the past.

What will remain?

The destruction we have wrought.

MY EYES SEE

 

My eyes see the light beyond

where humans hurry to and fro.

My eyes see the darkness inside

where humans have no pride.

They fight and attack each other

with no regard for their species.

They rant and rave over their passions

with little concern for the welfare of others.

My eyes see the good and the bad,

leaving me all too sad.

Meow.

FURY

cold wave


The ocean roars its fury.

Arms lift in supplication.

Waves bend sharp rocks.

No boats dare the swells.

Birds flee.

The sun hides.

Mist fills the air.

We wait.

Will we be worthy?

Is mankind ever worthy?

Will the waters recede for us?

The answer lies in the ocean’s depths of despair.

We bow our heads and pray.

THE LAST TREE STANDING

I face the wind.
Each day I wait.
Time passes.
I wait for the world to change.
People come and go.
I hear sounds of trees falling
and cries of animals dying.
The rolling hills are replaced by buildings,
monstrous symbols to mankind.
Fewer trees dot...

 

 

I face the wind.

Each day I wait.

Time passes.

I wait for the world to change.

People come and go.

I hear sounds of trees falling

and cries of animals dying.

The rolling hills are replaced by buildings,

monstrous symbols to mankind.

Fewer trees dot the naked landscape.

Dirty water fills the lakes and ocean.

Mankind has changed the world

in irreversible ways.

Stop before it’s too late.

I refuse to be the last tree standing.

 

AN OASIS FOR ME

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“ Infrared photo.
Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke
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An oasis for me
Under a purple tree.
Leaves fan my tired face
Far from the human race.
The view takes me away
Where the happy can play.
I close my heavy...

Infrared photo.
Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke

 

An oasis for me

Under a purple tree.

Leaves fan my tired face

Far from the human race.

The view takes me away

Where the happy can play.

I close my heavy eyes

To shut out mankind’s lies.