Phoenix
Been burned by the fire
But my all consuming
Thoughts still lead me to
The unforgiving flame
Been told of the fire
But my heart still
Feels to look
For the needy flame
Been shown the fire
But my eyes still
Yearn to be part
Of one in the same
If scars remain
That means the
Wound is healed
Just a spark will
Suffice to ignite
Something hidden
And unseen within
A Phoenix will burn
Just to rise again
From their ashes
Amnesia
Its hard to forget
These people
But memories fade
Refuse to stay
As loved ones
Grow cold in their
Shallow graves
A warm embrace
A silent cry
For help gets mixed
Up with goodbye
Monday, March 22, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Advocate for Nature
I was born with
The sea in reach,
But a short distance away
When I grew it changed
The landscape evolved
As the environment collected
Toxicants
Ravaged by wind and rain
Deranged by troubled misled
Souls, never again to know whole
Industry and Corporation
Took the land and beach and sea
So they could mass produce the image
And promote the success they gathered
Plugging their beauty into a finite system
Removing the nature within
The image of wealth and promise
Is best seen off the shore, at Fisher Island
The easy heat,
The reluctant rain,
And the persistent wind
All describe the ruthless south Floridian seasons
For winter and summer are circumstantial
Pockets of warmth and cold all year
With the patches of green and brown
The sea in reach,
But a short distance away
When I grew it changed
The landscape evolved
As the environment collected
Toxicants
Ravaged by wind and rain
Deranged by troubled misled
Souls, never again to know whole
Industry and Corporation
Took the land and beach and sea
So they could mass produce the image
And promote the success they gathered
Plugging their beauty into a finite system
Removing the nature within
The image of wealth and promise
Is best seen off the shore, at Fisher Island
The easy heat,
The reluctant rain,
And the persistent wind
All describe the ruthless south Floridian seasons
For winter and summer are circumstantial
Pockets of warmth and cold all year
With the patches of green and brown
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