A FUTURE ALL TOO NEAR

orifice-torture

where is everyone? by travisanderson

What might the future hold?

Buildings of concrete and stone.

Travel by flying cars.

Trees of green foam.

Sunlight only a reflection.

Lighted sabers for protection.

A future hard to bear,

A future all too near.

THE LAST TREE STANDING

I face the wind.

Each day I wait.

Time passes.

I wait for the world to change.

People come and go.

I hear sounds of trees falling

and cries of animals dying.

The rolling hills are replaced by buildings,

monstrous symbols to mankind.

Fewer trees dot the naked landscape.

Dirty water fills the lakes and ocean.

Mankind has changed the world

in irreversible ways.

Stop before it’s too late.

I refuse to be the last tree standing.

THE FUTURE

orifice-torture

What may the future hold?

A life bleak and so cold.

Buildings of concrete and stone.

Leafless trees of green foam.

Sunlight only a reflection.

Lighted sabers for protection.

A future hard to bear.

A future all too near.

FAUX

Source:jpnys

Man takes over nature.

Then he must re-create it.

In his own format.

In his own fake way.

But never the same.

VIEW FROM A WINDOW

Open the window.
Let the fresh air inside.
Look out at the bright lights.
The people hurrying on the streets.
The tall buildings.
Are people asleep behind the dark windows?
Are there parties being thrown behind the lit ones?
So much activity.
So much to see.
What is that?
A shooting star.
A sure sign that we are never alone.

THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS

What is my nightmare?
I’m in an office building,
somewhere in New York City.
I hear explosions.
I look out the window.
Planes are dropping bombs.
Buildings are bursting into flames.
People are screaming around me.
I run down the stairs,
caught in a mass of people.
All intent on escaping.
To where, we don’t know.
I run down the streets.
Bombs keep falling.
I see a bridge in the distance.
Then it’s gone.
It exploded.
All that’s left are flames.
What is happening?
Are we under attack?
I close my eyes.
I open them again.
I can see my room.
Thank god it was only a nightmare.
I swear I could still smell the smoke.
A strange holiday nightmare.

PERSISTENCE

Nature persists.
It soldiers on.
It rears its head
in the most unlikely places.
No matter the obstacles
we put around it
or on it.
It thrives.
It flourishes.
Despite us.

MAN NEVER LEARNS

Man never learns.
He never learns his lesson.
To give nature her freedom.
Her space to expand.
Why should she be limited?
Why should she be encroached upon?
Move back mankind.
Let nature be free
to spread her wings.

FLY AWAY

If I could fly a plane,
I would take it high above the clouds
to soar to new heights.
I would look down at the ants below
and marvel at how small and
insignificant they now seem.
Goodbye mere mortals
with your boring jobs.
I won’t be back.
I’ll find a mountaintop
to land upon.
A mountain clear of people
and houses.
Hello Freedom!

THE SIMPLE LIFE

sosuperawesome:

Catherina Türk on Etsy

Life can be simple.
It doesn’t have to be dramatic
or catastrophic.
We don’t need elaborate buildings or
extensive displays of fireworks.
Beauty can be found everyday
in the world around us.

SOAR HIGH ABOVE

celestiol:

Rio de Janeiro | by Slobodan Zecevic

Take a ride in the evening sky.
Above the buildings and cars, where
all begins to look smaller and smaller.
Soar high above the people and noise,
listen to the quiet.
And take time to take a deep breath and think.

A ROOM WITH A VIEW

brutalgeneration:

A ROOM WITH A VIEW
A NICE VIEW TO WAKE UP TO EACH MORNING.
FAR FROM BUILDINGS AND PEOPLE.
TO BE ABLE TO BREATHE IN CLEAN AIR AND
FEEL FRESH BREEZES AGAINST YOUR FACE.
I BELIEVE I WOULD LIKE THAT.