Poetry Inspired by Earth

When I first met you,

I admired how your eyes sparkled in the most lackluster of places

I saw the soul behind your skin; the purest akin

How fluently my heart speaks when you’re near

I still look at you the same way

With dilated pupils which announce my love

I must leave you uncorrelated, for you’re the only one

And remember there are billions of men

But, no, there isn’t a man like you

Where is so much as a clue, but I cannot wish

For the wisher weeps while all could be solved

With one passionate touch

Brush, tap, and embrace you I will

Love is patient and love is kind

Sworn by previous poets and re-lived by this one

I keep going back to the memory

Of when I first met you

How your eyes twinkled; as did mine

You are divine to light up mine

For that of lighting the fire in my soul,

I thank you

I wish for pastoral whimsy to flood my veins

Like any day, I woke up feeling more left than right

The imbalance is too much today

So adventure triumphs, yet again

 When the need to escape arises

I always find my poise in a bucolic destination

Living in a city, mountains in sight or not,

My equanimity is out of the picture in a corporate world

 The lesser the morals, the more insignificant I let myself become

My excuses to stay dejected are nothing to prove

I pull my head up, and wonder why I have not left the vehicle

The wind painted the sky with the trees, letting them brush back and forth

 My bare feet sunk into the soft dirt

Electric impulses shot up my spine; chakras realigned

And it all makes sense now; nothing makes sense

Why anyone would think to cover the Earth in concrete is beyond any conscious being

 This will be the last medically necessary adventure

For when I return to the city, I will let my voice be heard

Other humans might not understand Earth when she calls for help,

But I do; no longer can I feel purposeless, my premeditation to save Earth is the greatest reason to live.

What matters; the fact everything is matter

The fact everything seems to matter, a little too much

Repetition shows through the scars, visible or not

We try and try, and the matter, seems to matter

Just a little too much.

If all it took was an answer from the mist

Dismiss the masses; acquired whimsy awaits our long forgotten hello

Only one in the crowd spoke up; he took over the stage

Words hollered emphatically, and they listened

Good consumers now,

Good citizens now

Don’t forget, you have hidden power,

Any other creature bares just as much mental power

If not, more than you; the difference is, they know how to use it

No frets, for I truly believe in our whimsy,

But our current affairs lack morals, and it clouds our senses

If we are truly descendents of Mother Earth, we are absurd

To think we care; to think we hold the effort

Audacity flies by and mediocrity rains down from a jet

The TV’s lies settle well, still, and for how long?

You cannot see, your views are being distorted

The sheer idea of our existence is a fabrication of lies

Wherein the day another human realizes it’s not too late

If you’ve awoken, you are not alone

Let our voices be heard, and for those who cannot speak

The ones who cannot fight

I’m talking about the forests, the rivers, the meadows, and all the innocent life that gets destroyed, we even destroy ourselves 

And Earth herself, who has the power to fight back, but may not in time

Time will come again, where all beings will live in harmony

Humans, we have done enough, it’s time to focus on something other than ourselves.

Love,

Secrets are kept still

Not long before they wept

In solitude or in disarray

Climactic events are so far off for them.

The feeling of longevity, in their case,

Resembles a dreary dirt road

A place like this would be just fine

On a day shooting prime sun rays down on Earth

Through the forest on either side of the road;

Lighting the pine in savory greens

But these souls piddle about

In puddles and mud

Dark skies above

They fear glowing eyes in the trees

Nothing close to a pleasing emotion

For this day is a storm; it couldn’t be less

They’re dressed in rags

Sadness prevails, but…

To readers’ delight

They won’t plunder much fight

For the skies calm and clear;

A campfire roars.

They’ve forgotten their woes

And so it goes…

I have reached a point in my life

Where everything seems to be falling into place

Sure there are situations that occur

Where I may feel a pinch of unrest here and there

My thoughts on negativity are very general and bleak

Because there is no place for it in my life

I recognize it as necessary though

Where else would I have learned how to survive?

The confidence I radiate did not exist just years ago

It came after the fact; after I had been submerged in what I thought was hell

Here I am, still breathing, still physically present

And I have to say, it’s not bad being alive

Not now, not ever; I have family

And more extended family

I have a world of souls that love me, just because I love them too

My journey, though seemingly long, has only just begun

I’m ready for whatever this life has to throw my way

I’ll catch it all one by one

But until then I’ll be smiling at the sun

And lighting up the lives of others around me

I feel like it’s time I let you know…

Somehow

One way or another

I need to tell you

It’s not that I am unsure

Because I more than know we’d go well

Together; it’s hard to find a time

A time that’s safe to say what I need

What will you say?

So I get caught up in my excuses  

When really I just think about it

How I want to say…

The anxiety blocks my heart

But why should I worry

When my senses are telling me

My gut is screaming at me

Trying to gain my attention

So to get me to tell you

Just how I feel about you

I thought maybe I could wait and give it time

But time just rots me away

The more I go

Without telling you.

So, who knows, maybe you feel the same. 

I opened this page for a reason

To write something thrilling

Something that will leave the reader’s heart on edge

Making them anxiously wait for their eyes to get to the next line

I want to put something on this page that defies all ways of thinking

And even though my reader’s mind will be distorted

My reader may also have a new thought

Maybe just maybe everything we see is an illusion

It’s crazy to think that something we are seeing face to face

Could be completely different than what we thought it was

So if I want to write something that dilutes my reader’s thoughts

I need something that washes out their mind so to bring forth a new way of thinking

There is an idea that humans as well as other beings are far more complex than we had assumed

And life is just so much more

What if I am not crazy?

Am I more than a simple writer putting words on a page that seem to fit?

If I am to really answer this question

A question I’m asking not only myself,

But the world around me;

Are we all just a bag of bones?

Or are we as beings far more powerful than we thought?

Just take a look at this page; look closer and you will see

When I say we are powerful I mean it

I wanted to write something that made my reader think differently for a moment

And I’ve done just that

I don’t know about you, but I know us humans don’t really get credit for how incredible we are

Let’s change our stereotype in nature

We are no longer destroyers of Earth

The plague has been lifted

From now on we shall live symbiotically with the earth and ourselves

The bag

The Nocturnal Little Man

I love this planet and all that inhabit her

From the smallest organisms living on my skin

To the largest mammals roaming the untouched land

I feel the need to be barefoot and stand on Earth’s skin

I accept the awe of emotion that comes with the flowing energy

I am willing to let the yin and yang pass through my body

Knowing that each electric impulse is my higher being caressing me

As I take in all that is before me I grasp the concept of what I am…

I am a human being on the outside

But inside I am much more

I am a soul, I am the Earth, I am a star, and I am the Universe

I don’t see what the trouble is

Because here I am on this planet that is alive and breaths like me

And my instincts are to provide myself with food and shelter

So what is the rest of humanity doing?

Consuming and controlling?

It’s clear there are two separate breeds

One is human and one is alien

The ones that chose the life we live

Are the aliens

Because I see other mammals and reptiles

Made up of atoms like all mater in the universe

I see them living the way they should

They accept what and who they are

And they embrace it through life

So what are humans doing?

Classifying themselves by material wealth

Judging by how one looks

And not by how one speaks

Following an alien form of life

Because here on Earth

Things flow with an energy

And when that energy is disturbed out of greed

The Earth begins to heal that area

And it may not be in my lifetime

But I know the structures that stand today

May come down tomorrow

And with these thoughts in mind

I remember my time on Earth is not eternal

In fact my time here is going to be relatively short

Really, Eighty to one hundred years just means I circled the sun that many times

So what is humanity doing?

I know the legacy I leave behind on Earth will reflect on my soul when I die

So I ask all the humans, who are clearly conscious thinkers…

Are you all comfortable with the world you have created here on Earth?

Piles of trash and boxy buildings that housed greedy businesses…

The Earth will have fun taking it all down

On the last day before humanity finally realizes their backward ways

So here I am, a sensible human being, residing on Earth

And my only intention is to survive and enjoy the beauty of the planet

Yet I have to sit and ponder why it’s all being destroyed around me

This is not progress; this is purposeless slaughter of Mother Earth. Please stop.

Jump off the cliff and let all troubles go

Away in the breeze you’ll see them drift

Like pleasant little cotton balls as they float off the trees

There’s a temperate pause when you submerge

As you listen to the muffled clashing and splashing

You realize…  

You could spend an eternity under the crystal aqua

But your lungs begin to call for your attention

The body needs oxygen

So you come up for your breath

And accept the mammal you are

An air breathing, land taming, brilliant being

The nocturnal little man slept the breeze of the summer’s day away

Reluctant to rules

He even let his drool wander away

Through the forest on his face which made the spit become displaced

When it made its decent off the man’s face

It landed in the grass with a plop

The little drop of drool now turns to frost

As the night creeps in; the nocturnal man arises

What he sees has him pleased

It’s a full moon and he knew what that meant

He gets up and skips around the grass to warm himself up

And then takes a bolt for the mountain of which the moon rested upon

Over the mountain, there it was, the valley so deeply engulfed in flowers

When the moon was this way the flowers glowed

The little man jumped as high as he could off the summit

He tumbled down the hill of soft asters and angelicas

Slowing down before the base where he knew something special was

The secret of the Earth; something out of a world record novel

It was a family of orchids

Growing out the cracks of a boulder submerged in what was truly medley

The pyrite in the precious stone glistened with the moon’s light

And then I catch notice of a few select hues in the bunch

Balsamroots, baneberries, barberries, beautyberries, and the list could go on

But the little man chose to dive in the abyss

Sifting through to spots he could see though

The moon kept on moving; “or is it the Earth that’s moving?” he would always ask

He found a space to sit cross-legged where he chose to watch over the seascape

There was flower after flower that he could name on the dime

But that night was special to him, so he chose to remain silent that time

And let the names flow in his mind as he enjoyed this seemingly rare, yet reoccurring evening

I’m on a pleasant little loft of land

Above the sinuous rapids looking down trying to follow

Twigs, rocks, and fish passing by

My stationary stance left me invisible

So I begin to immerse

Wishing to have a symphony on either side of the river

They’d play with the beats of the water and the pleasantries of the breeze

I’m just hoping the music would follow

As my body goes down stream

To a place that seems farther away than any sonnet has ever been

A mystical trickle of water came flowing down

Upon my dusty mattress; the creatures are lurking outside

It was the wake of destruction; the rules never applied

The burdens of surrendering spread like weeds

We’ve got a fossil fueled flame and it shouldn’t burn dry

Before we choose to put it out

The revolution has been brewing; the rebellion is flourishing

It shant go unspoken; fight the flame

We’ve gone too tame; it’s the wake of destruction

Everybody’s lurking, they’ve got smirks; choosing our courses

It’s time for a rebellion; this disposition has me unbolted

I’m on fire and I’m powered by anger

A thrusting indignation coming down faster than the fallen buildings

We’re putting out the flame

They’re distinguished alright; the holocaust will subside

And then what will they have to categorize?

When the grounds coming up there isn’t much that’s too important

Except for the breath in my lungs  

The conscious mind takes a break

And the results seem silly

They talk with a squint

Smiling like a drooling sloth

Aside from goofy drawls and presently insane ideas

The mind inside is doing something profound

With the subconscious working side-by-side the imagination

Different dimensions open

They surely couldn’t hesitate to jump in

There could be purple plants and green flowers

Or inside-out hills

And upside-down valleys

With three-eyed-nine-toed boars

Jumping eagles, flying hippos, and sitting cheetahs

Something was different here for sure

Because none of the creatures would even dare to bite one another

Unless necessary; but there was not an ounce of suffering

Neither a teaspoon of hatred

To think all we have to do to rid the hatred and unrest

Is close our eyes and let the hurt disperse