Conservation

 

 

          Atmospheric pressure above the

Marsh-mellow clouds make spectacular wishes

Of the universe – and for a moment,

If we grab the tail and never let go,

We’d have chance upon escape.

 

     We could snatch it,

Cling on – our dear life and play

Amongst the stars,

We could fly like fantasy

The greats; Capricorn, Virgo, Leo

Sagittarius and spend a while within

     Aquarius, find ourselves -

A place of peace for sanctuary.

 

But the night-time display; those

Brief moments of victory we cannot be;

Are gone,

     For the clouds lay siege.

 

     Up there,

Way in the sky could be

Our birth of freedom,

But beneath the clouds that

Cover up the Majestic, be the

Ignorance of man, killing each and all

Like ants under feet that ridicule

The nature trails we say that we

     Adore.

 

     Beneath the clouds,

The mightiest of tempests cannot

Remove the stain or stink of death

That we have sown,

And none can return the

Residue of dirt we try so

Desperately to cleanse,

     So we sit filthily within

The mess we have created and

As each footstep pounds the ground,

     With each crunch,

We demolish knowingly in envy

All our talk of liberty,

And the horizon offers nothing more

But the same,

               Same,

                        Same tired life.

 

          How long are we to be imprisoned

On this World? Sat idle killing time

Amidst discord, inhumanity and war

Before we realize the waste of opportunities

To evolve.

 

2.

 

          There is no such thing as a bad apple

When it grows from the very soil

That all of us have sown,

     Yet it’s fruit we often discard,

Left viciously to rot within the skin

We all are very quick to judge;

No bruises, no dents, no discolouring,

     Devoured by the debris the tender

Has forgotten, its lonely place often

Overlooked, the decay only for ants to feast

In droves of fresh hunger for scorn.

 

            We play God,

And the choice the wealthiest think

Be the all and all of a Planet

That remains the money kill of people,

Accustoms only ignorance of thought,

Self centred, devouring even agile minds

To follow norms of economics and status;

     Declares the image bankrupt,

Given over to despotic

Will of each becoming creator, when

All below the cloud are designing He

Themselves.

 

3.

 

          Looking up, we can

Really see if break appears;

Just how really small we are,

Yet there within the universe of hope

Are reckonings of life that

Entertain the giving of seed,

           Where the apple now digested

Has an offering of the future

That cannot be denied.

 

          Many judge unwittingly

Without enquiring of its fruit –

Looking down like the God they

False believe they be,

But looking up, if you can see through

The transparency of clouded vision,

          Be a break that allows

A sudden grasp of freedoms,

And there, you will find the planet

That I be.

 

          Many more am I,

Full of wonder full of awe

That time insists upon this globe -

Remain forgotten,

          All it takes in you and I

To reveal the blessings above the

Clouds,

          Is the nature in our souls

We try so desperately to tame,

For each of us are visionary that can

See beyond the scope of madness,

For already there have been so many

Missed occasions,

          And still we do not see,

As stars shoot by,

                        And by

                                    And by.

 

Michael J Waite 25^th July 2011.