To renew our lease
Literally falling.
And what should we do?
Rejoice?
Is there another choice?
Embrace our loved ones while we have the time.
Or maybe things will turn on a dime?
All the news media reported a crime.
To scare people to believe what they want us to.
Force us to believe we can’t do.
That America is a crumbling empire.
No longer able to put out the world’s fires.
No jobs or food to pass around.
The water has subsided and bodies are still being found.
Millions of new homeless.
Our empathy formless.
The sky is falling as I write this poem.
Hiding under my desk, I wonder where we have come from?
From hunter-gatherers, farmers and fishermen.
To clicking plastic buttons. Pulling strings. Flying wings.
I still have hope, that the sky is not falling.
Or that we must all accept our calling.
To be the last generation alive.
To live long enough to teach out children to strive.
3 Comments
universaltron
August 25, 2010this is the longest mix yet. I read a poem to a friend the other day and he told me to stretch them out. He didn’t really tell me to do it, more like mentioned slowing things down. I slowed this one from 2:30 minutes to 8:42. That should do it for slowing things down. If it doesn’t inspire you it should put you to sleep for sure.
Akbar Lightning
August 26, 2010i keep forgetting to tell you that my night watch was inspired by your long piece…i liked the risk, and the openness of it…
universaltron
August 26, 2010thank you my friend. i’m trying to get them to the bone. naked, skinless. walking empty an open. skin that is invisible. blood that pumps clear. only my energy that is visible.