The beauty of the early morning is missed,
When you’re stuck in rush-hour pissed.
In the wilderness it’s different; almost mystic,
The scene reveals itself slowly, it’s artistic.
The privilege of enjoying it; you are blissed.
I long for a life where the wilderness strives
One where unity is the focus of our lives
Living with the trees, instead of cutting them down
No more pollution, in which we all drown.
A wild world with life so lush
No corporations, or a 9 to 5 rush.
I want to feed a moose from out of my hand,
And walk barefoot on pristine sand.
I want to breathe fresh air full of natural scent
Not have a landlord screaming for rent
Unfortunately that dream life is unattainable
Because our society is far from sustainable.
But I don’t want to be found.
I’m in distress….
But I’ve never been happier.
I see a world burning,
But I don’t feel the heat.
I smile and I laugh,
While the planet is in retreat.
There’s a voice that says “do something”
But every time I try, I go in reverse.
I’ve given up and focused on me,
I was fighting against an incurable disease,
That crippled my mind, in a time of need.
Now I don’t care if our species succeeds.
Death and decay
life is in dismay
the world is on fire!
What have we done?
we blackened the sun,
and now our world is on the pyre.
If life is what we make it, why are we in decay?
Is it a sign of our doing; did we go astray?
We talk about the planets rescue, then we argue and fight.
While we’re at our differences, this goal is never in sight.
Our political rules damper the chance, to cure our problems so,
Society doesn’t really help either, when morals are consistently low.
Is there a fix, is there a way, to actually save ourselves?
Or are we destined to be extinct fossils, that are found on another being’s shelf?
Some people say I inspire, but Im just a man.
I see the erroneous world, but I have no plan.
I just speak about the wrongs, but dont know how to fight.
I guess the pen gives people a hope for right.
I wish I had the courage to battle on,
Face my enemies and bring in a new day’s dawn.
But in my mind, I see my death as the only conclusion
Because our worldy powers eliminate all intrusions.
So I say to myself; use the pen to avoid being dead.
Because you cant make change when the sword fells your head.
I just feel like this is an iferior way of crusade.
Against a tyrant world that makes mankind feel betrayed.
Almost everyone I know feels the same in their heart,
But how does one, convince the population to take part?
My best friend is despair.
A world of lust, no place for me.
Peace and love is rare.
A world of hate, I cant break free.
My lover is sorrow.
A world of blind, as my third eye awakens,
No hope for a better tomorrow.
A world of ignorance, everyone’s mistaken.
My enemy is wisdom.
A world of lies, I hunt truth.
Everyone’s focused on income.
A world of greed, and its taught to our youth.
My idol is revenge,
A world of arrogance, should be vanished.
This world needs avenged.
A world of destruction, let them be banished!
The end you shall see.
A hopeless species be.
Forsaken have you become,
From the actions you have done.
Invisible forces do play,
As you live day by day.
Begone from this beautiful place,
The home you chose to disgrace.
I must confess, my minds a mess.
I have confusions; my world is delusions.
I try to escape this world of slavery,
But I think I lack the much needed bravery.
Im helpless, Im lost and Im so afraid,
That I’m contributing to the evil we’ve made.
Going to work and ignoring pain,
Turning my back to my own selfish stain.
I want to escape, I want to change,
But my ambitions are out of my range.
I feel like a warrior who cant find his battle,
I am becomming part of the heard of cattle.
I have lost sight of the conquest I seek,
I am not strong, but only weak.