Monthly Archives: December 2014

THE LANDLORD

WHEN THE LANDLORD KNOCKS

When earth is observed from outer space
There are no maps or division lines on its face
These are all imaginary constructs devised by the human race

They think themselves owners of their plots of earth’s ground
That exist behind these imaginary lines that have been drawn

The same channels of thinking extend to earth’s creatures
Man thinks himself lord of all the grand plan of nature’s

There will be a rude awakening for Man
When earth’s Real Landlord knocks on earth’s door and

Advises the tenants that he’s about
To tell all of them to get the hell out

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Worlds

WORLDS

As it was the beginning?
Not even slightly the earth is not winning

“We want to find life in the vast universe”
That’s the phrase often heard in human discourse

Why look to space to for life to disclose
Boundless life on earth under everyone’s nose

Creatures placed on planet earth for safekeeping
Being decimated by latecomers known as human beings

In one year 800billion they kill
This would a number of worlds fill

Is there a place unwanted souls can attend
It can be found in worlds without end Amen

A MISTAKE

A MISTAKE

A kingdom residing in the oceans deep
Is now being disposed of In a clean sweep

Humans voracious hunters and plunderers are they
Any animal found living soon becomes prey

Exploiting, collecting, eating is Man’s purpose
Whether it’s under the sea or on lands’ surface

The species whose homes are in the water
Can’t live long on land
Without fresh and saltwater

By putting them in glass boxes and filling from taps
Is condemning these animals to their deaths

Millions of sharks are by humans killed yearly
How many humans by them bitten? hundreds?not even nearly

Sea horses a delicate fish now almost extinct
Greedy human collectors caring not they’re on the brink

Stopping human pillaging how long will it take
Not ’til creator realizes human creatures are a big mistake

CRUSTACEANS HAVE TAKEN OVER

Crustaceans Have Taken Over

Humans are late comers on earth but have taken over the planet, crowding other life forms out. They are like swarming ants, but ants at least have a purpose on this planet. Humans have not made a fit into any ecological niche on earth and instead have pillaged and plundered every resource earth has to offer. There will come a time when this greedy race of beings will have to face the fact that all earthly resources are finite, plant and animal. The earth is being stripped bare, animals going extinct, species after species, the atmosphere is being poisoned. What will the outcome then be? A dead Rock frozen in space of no further use with all life eliminated, plant and animal. Thanks to a race of beings whose greed knew no limits. The mistake was that the keys to the kingdom were given to a race of crustaceans. That is unfair too because crustaceans at least know their place on this planet humans call earth. The genie was let out of the bottle and can’t be put back. It seems the genie’s mission is to destroy planet earth.

Magical Garden

MAGIC GARDEN

When the the clock strikes midnight the
garden again is alive
It waits each day for this time to arrive

It blooms in perfusion of red blue and green
Among fragrant blossoms strange creatures
are seen

Flitting and dancing in the magical glen
Hidden from view of the world of Men

When fingers of light steal across the sky
The garden then must turn from the human
eye

The bewitching sorcery of the verdant glen
Folds it’s petals once again

To await the chimes announcing midnight
To again display treasures before a coming
of light

But the days of its beauty are now numbered
For greed of Man will soon plow it under

Unaware of what’s sleeping beneath the browned
grass which hides
A world of colors and beauty below it resides

But as with most things of beauty Man does not see
Except for the color of gold for him is the key

What profit can be made is what Man will ask
He’ll sell what he can to the last blade of grass
When the last blade is gone he’ll find he’s then
sold his ass

MAGIC GARDEN

MAGIC GARDEN

When the the clock strikes midnight the
garden again is alive
It waits each day for this time to arrive

It blooms in perfusion of red blue and green
Among fragrant blossoms strange creatures
are seen

Flitting and dancing in the magical glen
Hidden from view of the world of Men

When fingers of light steal across the sky
The garden then must turn from the human
eye

The bewitching sorcery of the verdant glen
Folds it’s petals once again

To await the chimes announcing midnight
To again display treasures before a coming
of light

But the days of its beauty are now numbered
For greed of Man will soon plow it under

Unaware of what’s sleeping beneath the browned
grass which hides
A world of colors and beauty below it resides

But as with most things of beauty Man does not see
Except for the color of gold for him is the key

What profit can be made is what Man will ask
He’ll sell what he can to the last blade of grass
When the last blade is gone he’ll find he’s then
sold his ass