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what more does the planet have to do?
she has given us
food, water, beauty, friendship

we have taken and killed without remorse

we have created poison and mindlessly spread it

we have become jealous and territorial 

we take what does not belong and say it’s for the good of all

we have created a class based on the colour of our skin

we have given more importance to possessions then life

we are building walls to guard our insecurities 

we allow money to run our planet instead of our hearts

earth was not created by humans

she /he/it is more powerful then we can comprehend 

how much more will she take

before she rises her waters once more

before she holds the sky  in her fist once more

before she claps her hands and deafens us with her thunder once more

earth will survive without us

if and when we destroy everything she has given us

she will survive

her seeds will grow and break the asphalt

they will cover and heal the planet once more

the oceans will rest till the rains come

from the moisture of the forest and heal the coral reefs once more

humans are not needed for the planet to thrive

somewhere in the universe

there are answers


1500 Words Of Hope

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I ache for the solitude of my mind 

memories are a river

flowing over a bed of stones 

swimming against the current 

tires me, weakens my will

my hands raw from grabbing branches passing

toes scratched and bleeding

hitting debris of partially covered metal

garbage thrown mindlessly

We do not deserve this planet

for we do not know of sharing

the constant spitting of foul words

over land that cannot be owned by any humans

every child born is a breath of hope

for they do not enter with  hate and prejudice

formed in their minds

Are my memories selected from the riverbed

do I only walk on the rocks I prefer

choosing my memories carefully

leaving buried in the sand

moments to difficult carry

is this justice or survival

this question surfaces often

do we recreate the past

making it palatable so we can move on

or is this just living a lie

do we all live these lies

there is no comfort in great numbers 

A stream is created from the abundance of rocks left on the riverbed

it rises and depletes with the flow

soon there will be no rivers flowing to the ocean

only dry riverbeds

full of our leftover unpleasant memories

thrown into the waters like scrap metal

left till someone swims by and cuts flesh

blood flows in the stream

absorbed by the wet earth

the seeds and life has to grow

do we really want them to start with our mistakes

our hatred, our jealousy 

I have no answers

no solutions

I can only try and carry my own rocks

to the river’s edge

so it may support the earth from falling in

if a stream is hope
then the river is ambition
the ocean is acceptance
the rain is sharing

no human or country can ever own the clouds and rain

is that why my eyes always look to the skies

looking for those beautiful clouds that dance and bring hope

one thousand

five hundred

words of hope



I Don’t Want to Let Him Go



I waited for the sun to burn a hole through me
but it didn’t
I wanted the heat to evaporate the heaviness that is in me
but it didn’t
I wanted the clouds to fly so low that they picked me up and took me with them
but they didn’t
I want my lead heart to be removed
so I may feel no more
feelings and thoughts
stay locked behind the door
that possesses no key
thoughts and feelings
like cement they compress become dense then petrify
the body grows heavy
feet expand accommodating the weight
arms pull down from the scapula
the neck can no longer support the weight of your head
you disintegrate from the inside out

all of this has to happen privately
no one wants to see or hear of this

if you speak
you must present it  like something that
everything must be
in the past tense
with victorious results

So….. privately you …….
live in this world…..
with a glimmer of hope…
that if you can
draw a line
manipulate wax
apply colour to canvas
that you will some how
have lightened your load

then again that is the hope

What do others do?
How do others cope with the processing and not leaving behind unfelt emotions?
In casual conversation with my sister in law she said, ‘You don’t want to let him go’.
Oddly I felt great relief hearing her say that for she was so very right. I don’t want to let him go. We were not divorced, he was taken from me by a terrible illness. He did not want to leave me. So I suppose I have to find a way to live without his physical self and enjoy the endless memories, and continue to blog with the hope that I might help even one person.