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More of Sha'Tara's thoughts shared...
The Nature of Things
Don't you just love those nature shows?
The ones where animals do all their wonderful things;
in the snows, the sands, the waters, the trees
and even in the air?
Wonderful and heart warming, fuzzy and scary, all at once.
(Of course it's all a set-up for the cameras
but don't we just love to be fooled in entertainment?)
And while we're peeping at the animals
(and even plants in time-lapse photography
to give a aura of happening)
we program ourselves to conveniently forget
we too, like it or not, are just as much part of...
"The Nature of Things."
Paradoxically we are much more a part of it
than any other life extant on Earth today.
So much a part of it, we can blow it up, poison it, burn it,
choke it with refuse. -- Kill it --
And for a few dollars more - that's exactly what we are about to do.
Who'll stop us? The savannah lions? Sea lions? Dandelions?
By some exaggerated twist of mindless arrogance
The Earth human came to see himself
superior to the nature that supports him --
and yet, wonder boy that he is
never has he been able to take one breath,
one drink of water, one bite of food
that did not come from the very nature
he still believes he stands above and beyond.
No my friend, you are not special,
not some freak from space; not above:
you are human, you are Earth and you live or die by her.
Kill her, now you have the power.
Sell her as slave and prostitute into the hell you've created:
it's indeed your prerogative to do so - and you're penchant.
But mark these words well - if you can still read -
You're not a predator, you're not a hero; you're not special:
you are a fool -- six billion times a fool --
only in this are you special; only in this can you take pride.
Oh but some of you believe you have gods, space brothers
waiting with open arms to save your worthless hide?
Let me tell you this: they are out there, certainly -
in that you're not special - and they are waiting, but out of reach,
waiting until you've gone to the very last one.
Then they'll wait another billion years or so (to be sure)
and they'll come to take another look at planet Earth.
They'll bring children to run and laugh in the wind
and they'll bring their own tools this time:
compassion, love, caring, nurturing, understanding, peace
and ... the one tool most feared by the greedy of this last day:
simple cooperation.
"Then Earth shall blossom again, without fear"
What we Settle For
It's there - for all to see were they not blind:
it doesn't work - but no one can see it; not even you,
not until it collapses in your lap:
when the hopes and dreams
shatter as glass when a rock is thrown
and children run laughing
while another screams inside a dark house.
Isn't it amazing what we settle for?
What we convince ourselves of?
There is the tried and true and failed -
Oh yes, failed, utterly failed -
but what can one do? It's all there is, isn't it?
We are born into society - a pattern set in cement -
and even if we notice (too late)
the cement is cracked and crumbling
no one is pouring fresh stuff down here.
Let's see, what are the options
for the budding human's dreams?
There's church - some kind of religion
so you can get hooked on God - the Great One
who's more silent than the grave;
family - parents and siblings and fights
followed by separation and divorce
and relocation to another school.
There's government - you register to pay
everyday of your life and beyond;
school - education - to make you fit in
and teach you to walk with eyes wide shut.
There's work - you have to make money --
it's what makes it all go round and down.
There's repetition: your own family --
"The Home Environment"
(translate please) -- certainly, read:
the confining straights of marriage
and kids and responsibilities no one ever taught --
you fly by the seat of your pants
and you remain afloat - maybe -
or you lose and fall and lose again.
And at that point there's jail -- you had your good times
they brought you too low and you couldn't climb out
so they scoop you off the sidewalk,
in cuffs you watch your shiny stolen car
burn inside the basement of a house
and an ambulance screams away.
Stop, you say, stop already -- it's not that bad, not for most --
and sadly I have to agree, it is not:
most accept the middle road, the common ground.
They warm the pews, fill the voting booths,
sit at desks half asleep and they commute,
commute, commute, commute -
like the beat of a train's steel wheels
on a badly laid track -- I owe, I owe, it's off to work I go
to the job and back from the job, to and fro,
and it all becomes the same, blurred, wasted --
somehow mixed with forgotten dreams
remembered once or twice at a party.
And hope, what happened to hope?
Well, it's still there, somewhere --
in the shoe closet, in the doghouse
the baby's crib or the barbecue.
Sometimes it's in the hot tub
and sometimes in a boat or swimming pool.
Or a promotion for him.
Mostly it's in maxed-out loans and mortgages --
All just enough to stave off the divorce,
barely enough.
Dreams and hopes become memories
written on a note lying limp
between the fingers of the deceased
and the coffin's lid is shut for the last commute:
the roll down hell's door into the furnace. Amen.
"And the people shall bow and say, 'Amen' together
then shall they depart from this place to eat and drink,
and they shall continue... continue... continue...
and whatever they may have learned here
shall be wiped from their memory."
That is the real story.
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Second prose is very powerful!! Very powerful indeed.
R
thus, with a sigh, I admit you are right, bitterly so, because your ideals don't find resonance in the broad mass of society's sins.....
well, you got me going and I'm deleting most of what I wrote in response...excellent job, Mr. Muse.
Gina :)
written on a note lying limp
between the fingers of the deceased
and the coffin's lid is shut for the last commute:
the roll down hell's door into the furnace."
This says it all about the rat race we run.
Janet
Thankfully some of our UK minority TV channels present a more realistic view of nature red in tooth and claw.
Good article Regis, we need to keep ourselves grounded in reality.
best
Ian
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Birgit and Roger
Best regards,
Leland
Felix