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Ambitions of Man

I’ve seen the void and the void has seen me.
There is a tendency for reclaiming.
For a shadow: light, one can’t be blaming.
I, we all have become shadows, here see,
In the nothing we’re remaining to be.
Under a burning hot star, we’re slaving;
Futile mastery: elements taming.
Mankinds greed, a target too high for me.
The earth bows to no man; man to no one.
A forgotten creator looks down on
The ambitions of man under the sun.
And four fold to pay back what was stolen,
The debt in place, the back it’s borne upon,
Having been paid, He collects from no one.

When Man Has Gone

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What now do crumbling walls see, should they have eyes,
What does nature abhor now there’s none left to despise?
Mother, as if in shame, desperately tries
To hide echos past with her climbing vines.
From creatures on the sea  floor wandering the silt,
To beasts resting in the towers that forgotten hands built.
What once was there, what once was man,
Has long since ceased to live in this ancient land,
In his delusions, for such an absence made no plans.
Being deceived, as such delusions of immortality can.
On through blackened oceans of infinite void roll,
This Earth, slowly ’round the Sun takes its last stroll.
Weary and spent; to the angered Sun, unable to pay toll,
She falls burning forever, into the fatally expanding Sol.
None but nature and her children; the only ones to see,
The father of the sky, in the blink of an eye, burning and boiling the sea.
Where was man no longer here, to witness like ashen weeds,
The falling of earth, that to him gave birth? And the universe that can no longer hold seed?
Long before mother sent her vines to hide walls and towers below,
Man has said, when his heart was dead, “Our greed with us shall grow!”
So his fate was sealed to never see, the ice and snow that fell,
Never being able to wander off, before the Sun had gone to hell.
Such a fall it was that man had when he allowed his pride to swell.
If given the chance, would he change, would he last?
This round, only time will tell.

Fires of Conspiracy

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From those in power,
We are different.
The smell is sour,
The taste, a bitterent.
The throne ought be mirror,
Not what casts a shadow.
The occupant peers ore’,
Their hardened hearts to harrow.
In furrowed wakes behind,
They planted in the soil
And the dirt that is our minds
Seeds of greed that despoil.
Their labor; our sweat and blood,
Their currency; our souls.
Just one night, a violent flood
To overthrow their thrones.
But will we stand
Against the tide?
Our bloody hands,
Their secrets hide.
No more behind a face so strange,
We’ll find one more familiar,
Shown in the puddled rain
To be one that is similar.
The last dark night, the red dawn shows
Whose hands that did conspire,
Death and greed with war in tow,
In ash recently expired.
From those ashes who’s to say,
What tree we’ll see to grow?
We, the ones to prune today,
Decide beauty or thorn show.

Treading Water

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Day to day
Always the same way.
But good enough is enough.
I’m able to call a bluff,
And we’ll awake,
To sometimes take,
More than what the day has to offer.
Us, a break is not for.
In spite of all this,
We’re still in bliss.
Though it’s too little too late;
To be tempting fate.
We still end up treading water,
Free from greeds’ tempting offer

This poem emphasizes the importance of being satisfied with what you have.  When material gain is all we are living for, we often isolate ourselves from the ones we love, even if it is under the guise of “I’m doing it for my family” in truth it most often is just for ourselves. If we are living for just more wealth, greed will blind us to the true riches we already have in our lives: family, friends, love, and real happiness.  For the poorest man may have all of these and be richer than he who owns the world.