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Artificial

The barren waste land
Of a planet which has moved into its lunar calendar
Exposing the nakedness of its surface.
The land covered in the dry death of the season

Every contour is read
Like the lines on a palm by a fortune teller
The long trial of growth craving tales
That stretch beyond the imagination

Can anyone speak its truth
Or are they the opinions of babbling brooks
That sound like scholarly old ladies and gentlemen
Sitting in the twilight of their years making sense of it.

When in fact they are insects
One in the same that have bore holes in its perfection
Turning it into the wasteland it has become
Arrows fly in all direction as to where is its end

The answers to the questions
Of how and why are known to even those who are blind
The ravagers hide in their glass towers
And say; we are as green as the surface of the earth.

How to begin again has its own faults
The creators are the seekers to these remedies
Pockets as deep as the grand canyon
That buy and sell kingdoms for the sake of profit

The reapers of those rewards
Dance on string like marionettes to the music of gain
Spuriousness of their diction is clearly heard
In the end the rate can not be paid

The losers are the ones who inherit
A sky less atmosphere, oxygen from a ampoule,
Domed vegetation, and manufactured water from heat vapors
Created in glass tubes, measured and rationed to all.

Guilty, of following this path of destruction
Of being lead by those who said a better world
Through science/technology, and eyes shut tight to the reality
That I am also involved in this judgment on our earth

The dinosaurs know the power of our earth
When it decide to clean its self of the malignant germs
That we’ve become
Be ready when the earth wakes and self corrects

We are brazen people who do not fear
Until its inception into our life
But it took eons for us to realize what would be loss
Earth, the only one of its kind we know of

Hope lives inside each one of us
Everyday now, I see people try to do there part in the cleanup
And it is a beautiful thing, because when we’re pushed to the brink
That is when we show our true colors and cooperate with each other

One earth, one people is my chant to the universe
If we’re all chanting (praying) together the Universe (God)
Will hear, and keep the earth from waking up
And hold it in its arms in peaceful sleep

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I added some postive verses of hope per Amal, because most people shun fear and shut off. because through intelligent conversation we all cooperate
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I took your advice and added the verses of hope.
I wrote this while angry at the things I see, hear and read. that big corps do in the sake of not being sanction by the state. then try and paint themself as heros.
thank you so much for reading my rant, but I just had to do it. I can't stand negative energy coming into my positive life. the way to get rid of it is to purge.
so now i've purged and feel a little better.

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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I am in agreement! And your poem evokes sympathy - The earth is being ruined by humankind, especially the western world. ( big business, corrupt goverments, corrupt religiion - all hand in hand )

"Man dominates man to his own injury" - those words were written hundreds of years ago, things haven't changed much since then, Perhaps I'm being pessimistic! but I just wonder if humankind, as a whole, have the capability to change - given the historical record.

Still as individuals we can try ( in our limited way ) to make life better for those around us, the more of us that do that the better.

A well written thought provoking poem - straight from the heart.

I loved reading it. Love Mand xxxxxxxxx

your right on point, and your bible quote is too.
it still goes on to so many degree's
thanks for the read, and the love!
Always Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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A powerful write. If we all do small things to lesson our impact on mother earth. Maybe we won't tip the scale to a point of no return. We have been so wasteful for so long. There are hundreds of ways reduce your carbon footprint. Many of them won't cost you a penny.
(in the end the rate can not be paid) if we don't start making payments now. Take Care. huey

thanks for the "powerful write" .
I am always taken aback when I see idiots just running water for the hell of it, they don't seem to understand that it is also a part of our destruction.
let me not go on, because I just get all out of whack with the stupidty of some people.
really thanks for the visit and heart felt comment!
Always Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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Eddie,

I really liked this piece and the depression it gave off...I would have dropped the 'positive' verses for effect rather than to balance it...but then I prefer the darker more negative aspect of poetry.

Great imagery and the 'When in fact they are insects' really showed how small we are in the grand scheme of things.

My favourite and most powerful line to me was:

"The land covered in the dry death of the season"

that line was just sublime (no rhyme intended)

Great piece my friend.

regards,

HS

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With all that I am and all that I could be, I walk this earth, yet nobody sees me.

you know something, your right I kind of gave in to the fact that harsh reality scares people and they always want to hear that there is hope. it's the human condition.
Well I did like it better myself when it was dark.
If you had read some of my poetry from before the site went down you would know that I love to write dark poetry. My life has always had plenty of darkness in it. I believe there is more to explore on our darker side. I'll go to dig some out and re-post on the new site.
thanks for the sublime!
always Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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Eddie,

I was familiar with all your work from before the crash. There are many writers who say their work is dark, but when I read them, they often felt forced and not naturally dark. Yours never felt forced and I would love you to re-post old 'darker' writes and hopefully some new ones.

The harsh reality in your write was perfectly frightening...I'd discreetly drop all hope from the piece...we won't tell anyone, just our little secret!!

The 'sublime rhyme' is all yours my friend, as an early Xmas present!! Lol!

kind regards,

HS

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With all that I am and all that I could be, I walk this earth, yet nobody sees me.

We'll see, I spend a long time in the dark. Your right I have to feel it to write it. sometimes one word or phrase will take me there, Like the resent poem.
so again we'll see, I will look for the older one maybe they might spark something in me.
thanks for coming back to express your thoughts it's appreciated
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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Dear Mr. Cruz,
I love the poem. It really is packed with so much more than just mans meddling and dissection of science and ideology of what has happened, what is happening and what
will happen. Much of their..i.e. scientific brains, thought is egotistical and hypothetical.
I appreciate the hope you added. I also believe the Earth corrects itself when it gets out of balance and have not fully determined, in my own mind, if man really has that big of impact in the long run and enormity of it all, or if it is simply nature taking its course in evolving.
I feel your word choice is great and the poem really gives the reader something to think about. I was captivated and compelled to read, by your thoughts.
The only thing i saw I might change...
11th stanza, verse 3 : "But it took eons for us to realize what would be loss"... loss or lost?

Nicely done. I look forward to reading more of your work when things at home get a little less hectic. Thank you for sharing this deep thought...and i did not think it a rant at all.

Always,
Tonya

Thank you for such an indepth comment
I'm happy that you could see my train of thought
Yes, "loss" is the word to use in this case as to follow the course of the paragraph to its means and end. referening not to direction, but to not having a particular thing. In this case the resources of the earth.

loss-. fact of no longer having something: the fact of no longer having something or of having less of something

lost-
1. unable to find way: unable to find the way to a place
2. mislaid: unable to be found temporarily

Thank you so much for stopping by and taking the time to read and comment!
Always Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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You said you weren't into poetry

you elevated me

beyond the heights of eternity

or should i say lenghts ,?

and now i see

you write such lengthy

gr88888 poetry
that i can hardly read

but will try tomorrow
as now i go to sleep

loved

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