If you're an adult
or a child,
civilized or
living in the wild,
let mother nature
guide, nurture and lead,
then all you need
is to imitate
what she would
naturally
illustrate.

God has always
educated mothers
what they need
to educate.

Triangular, rectangular,
the horizon full of houses,
the trees a minority like toys placed in between,
out of place in man-made rows
like flowers in parks, arranged;
society is military,
ordered, tidied, clipped and swept,
while nature watches from the woods and hills,
she wonders as to why she feels made alien,
when it's she who is the keeper of our souls.

She sits right beside me

Delicate and earnest

Her stunning hair flowing

Like flowers in the breeze

And I believe that she is

More romantic than a rose

Puts on more charms than orchids

Expresses more passion than marigolds

And she is outright more beautiful

Than calla lilies

Though all these things I say

Are true to the naked eye

But one will not know

That she is more unstable than dahlias

For monkshood flowers should be present

Wherever she is

Phlox are sweet dreams

The Word Bomb…

I want to build a bomb,
really build it well.
I want to make it large,
then climb inside it’s shell.
Make it safe for other creatures,
clever enough to blow us all to hell.
I’m ashamed to say I’m human,
on this planet that we dwell.

It mustn’t harm the children,
for they have yet to live.
Without the greedy adults,
maybe they’ll learn to give.
Perhaps the new beginning
will teach them a better way.
that even the tiniest creature,
has a right to have his day.