Tag Archive | waste

Be The Change

Aug27

Make It Happen You Damned Self!

The darkness may be part of an intricate plan
To keep hell alive on earth. The world and its ways
Are atrocious, heartbreaking, and doomed to despair.
Yet, there is a great number of people who care
About life on this planet. Do we give them praise?
Or do we criticize people who say, “I Can!”?

What can you contribute that would do any good?
Don’t listen to the voice that says, “It’s just no use.
I’d be wasting my time, effort, and energy.
Too far out of control this world happens to be.”
Nothing but indolence will this thinking produce.
The still small voice within you can be understood.

All of us have some work to do while we are here.
Everyone has a purpose. Offering something
Of yourself to the problem can make your life whole.
Life can work through and use you. Let it take control.
Be the change that you want. Let the universe bring
You impulses and guidance. Your purpose is clear.

How will you serve the world? What does it need that your
Special talent can offer? The effect that you
Have on others can be the most valuable
Currency that there is. Do be ever grateful
To be the instrument of change. All that you do
Is from love or fear. Which one is of more splendor?

Change Your Life

Dec15

The Perpetual Self-Creation of Being

Life is many life stages. All go through some change
Natural to their species. The best are recalled
That have been more than thrilling. That feeling sustained
Is the very one wherein all goodness is gained.
Is there something about life that keeps me enthralled?
This question is important and cannot be strange.

Graduated from college, I don’t have a clue
As to what I should do now. If things were such that
I could do what I wanted for maximum pay
A poet or a painter would be how I play
But they can’t earn a living. Should I then scoff at
What my heart wants me doing. What else could I do?

Well, if money is the most important thing, then
I will waste my life doing things that I abhor
For the purpose of living another workday
Which makes my spirit susceptible to decay
And without the volition to seek and explore
I am stuck and made powerless ever again.

Can I forget the money and do what I feel
Is the best thing for me and do it so damned well
That the feeling itself becomes satisfying?
If I do this ultimately it has to bring
On the kind of adventure that will break the spell.
I can then live a life that is truly ideal.

Be Fruitful…

Aug16

...Then Vanish

Multiply And Be Fruitlike! Extreme sex appeal
Is your God given blessing. Don’t blush at the thought
Of your outright omnipotence being denied.
Plastic bags of waste litter with lateral pride
Where the space keeps expanding yet no growth is sought.
Go and make all the universe gross and surreal!

So, there’s word there are aliens here among us?
One would think we’d enslave them and treat them like trash
Which would be about normal for one sick species.
Arrogance is a hard on for death and disease
And the fountain that spews its metal balderdash.
Flaming dicks are the brute force with which humans fuss.

Are we one hell united? Like demons we are
In a mess of our making, seeming to agree
On but one thing that may lead to our extinction
Because nothing will happen unless something’s done
About human behavior and rather quickly.
Upon earth now we’re destined to leave a big scar.

Clear Your Throat! Make that hard hocking guttural sound
That to some is upsetting. Don’t swallow that shit.
Spit that thick stinking mucous onto the pavement
Where it can fuck with everyone. Don’t you relent
In dispensing your waste. The disgust you transmit
Is the worse that can be felt for lightyears around.

The Waste

Nov29

The Expansion of Industrial Feces

That this earth has a death wish seems likely to be
Fundamental to science. A being’s hygiene
Must include healthy self-thoughts as well as clean air.
If I took in my own waste, it wouldn’t be fair
To myself nor to nature. It would be obscene.
Folks would ask what on earth is the matter with me.

If I felt self-destruction is the proper way
To get rid of my problems, I’d be called insane
By the same folk who think air pollution is part
Of the way things just are. Nothing close the heart
But complacent stagnation is to no one’s gain.
But the earth, in its sickness, will honor dismay.

There’s a load to get rid of. A purge of the soul
Of a planet infected with humanity
Is much needed, as psychic waste alters the mood,
When activity rampant is selfish and crude.
Does this earth have a conscience? It’s proven to me
By the fecal earth movement spun out of control.

That this place is a Being with conscious intent
And with guttural feelings of not Being well
Is something to consider since we are a part
Of its delicate stomach. We cause it to fart
In a good or a bad way, revealed by its smell.
Either way, it should spend no time breathing the scent.