A new book to house this year's (and future years) NationalPoetryMonth's daily poems. |
I'm writing once again this year. This book is my special event place for thirty special poems. Here for National Poetry Month in 2018, I'm participating but life has not been kind in the last 15 months, so I'm not always in writing mode. |
This is not what I intended. Creating millions of life forms to highlight the diversity of perfection. And one -- although if he looks farther than the center of his own shadow -- will discover other animals possess the power to reason and emote, yet he created religions that no longer honor my perfection. Each branch of Tree of Faith shares roots in the strong foundation of the symbol "Do unto others. » "Thou shalt not » has become selfish in the name of my god. Man has cast aside the shadow that truly guides and burnt by the light, which contains as much blight, has forgotten simplicity, good and the truth of love, understanding and acceptance. Man's greatness dwindles. His honor clogs the rain’s purity. This is not what I intended. Precipitating death serves nothing but vileness. Blossoms and forests cannot rise up and fight their own extinction. The animal kingdom can no longer survive. The winds and oceans, irritated to their cores by man's disregard, are rising with empathy for my inner turmoil. Their intensity grows like disappointment. Will you listen now, before endless night strikes yet another time to wipe away life? Will my words fall as faint whispers upon the deafening isolation you create around yourself? His words left unchecked [2018.28.4...a] |