Dials shifting with digital tides
Throb inside our unblinking eyes
Data coded irises encrypt
Identities with sky scanned script
Secrets shift amid security
Beneath each programmed byte
Powered nanoseconds green light
The home with wired wonderment
While hovering optic mirrors gloat
With messages and smooth drones
Deliver transparencies to phones
Proclaiming health and happiness-
Hope?
I bet you didn’t think
I would know.
It wasn’t difficult
To figure out.
All the clues
Were there.
You don’t cover
Your tracks very well.
I liked the way you
Looked me straight
In the eye
And lied about it.
It shows me
What you’re really like.
I guess I knew
Deep down inside
But pretended
I didn’t.
Landlubber lived in the forest.
He built homes and splatted his tail
in the stream when danger was near.
Landlubber’s gnarly teeth chewed branches
creating shelter for his little ones.
Life was good until the owner
arrived and blasted his home to pieces.
The farmer was glad he got rid of the beaver.
Landlubber moved on to build the house
of his dreams on some
other land lover’s property.
Oh, this weary world
this suffering world,
where I have lost all
the joys of my life,
I never asked for luxuries to come
but never expected the tempest to come,
Oh, this strange pessimistic world
the sceptic people live here,
only wishing to downscale their friends.
Oh, this selfish world
seemingly beautiful but
not really nice.
Oh, this ironic world,
which seems something else
but gives nothing,
thus ravishing the hopes
and desires of one another
the people feel joyous.
Oh, this nimble world
attracts but attacks at the back
maybe the people will call me unsatisfied,
but the truth is that
the world is made of the people
who are really stupefied.
If it is an apple
I can cut away the badness
and eat the rest,
or songs that I sing,
I will not sing all
but what the head tells
and the heart believes
or the moment decrees,
or winter days I can face cold
when it is cold I can handle,
and indoors possess other days
with books and tea,
and the cat curled up
in the heat of the hearth.
If it is sea
I might test waves with my toes
and not be covered
in the hugeness of them,
or sit at night
when the water is all moaning
and man asleep
and ask its secrets,
or swim in it.
And if it is a forest
I can whisper to it,
and it will breathe on me
or answer me,
and I might hide in it
and it will cradle me,
or be lost in it
and lostness be me …
so why now
do you mark out
the tree that is withered
and ask me to topple
all the trees?
“I’ve faith in my feathers
which give the ability to fly worldwide
with my 6/6 eyesight.
My light weighted skeleton helps me to hop-
to plash in the cool shallow river
and to prance on the tree top.
Our species live in the flock
which is considered a form of culture.
I’m completely shocked to see man’s nature like the vulture.
I migrate on great distance
without having any hindrance.
But you’ve merely made range.
I have a toothless beak to chirp and to sing.
But you harshly cut down
my wings in a single blink!
You’ve put me in the cage
& have snatched my part of sunshine.
May I know the reason for such heinous crime!”
Iceland beauty
Endless sunshine
Crystal water
Lava landscape
Iceberg lettuce
Glaciers melting
Perverse climate
The end of us all.