Minding Mushrooms

The fight remains in the hand tossed rubble and rubbish.

Hope…in the ache that wakes.

Not paradise up close and focus tight.

But by innate tapestry under the sun’s light.

No treading a path beyond fine.

The superfluous for the mind.

Lungs of the Mother

Lungs of the Mother…

I stand outside your broken and burning archway with ignorant charity in hand.

In exchange…we have replaced your inclusive welcoming with fiery threats.

As an accomplice, how many promises have I made…purposeful gluttonous lies?

I hear your rasp and rattles off an empty oxygen tank.

Breathing toxic-ly I tend to forget, forget, forget.

With the timbers of your heart ablaze…soon all I will remember is death, death, death.

Tropical forests presently cover about 2.4 billion hectares or about 16 percent of Earth’s land surface.
The world’s largest rainforest is the Amazon rainforest
Brazil has the largest extent of rainforest cover, including nearly two-thirds of the Amazon.
Rainforests also exist outside the tropics, including temperate North America, South America, Australia, and Russia.
An estimated 50 percent of terrestrial biodiversity is found in rainforests
Rainforests are thought to store at least 250 billion tons of carbon
Deforestation and degradation of tropical forests account for roughly 10 percent of global greenhouse emissions from human activities

When Worlds Collide

the Beatles

Tell me true,

what is it that you feel?

Does a passerby…shower hurt your sense and sensibility?

Do the clouds above pad your nobility?

What a different world…when walking into someone else’s words.

Some spend a natural lifetime looking for answers.

Lifting every immobile boulder.

Each knowing in the precious present…what we get is older.

In the heart and the head.

In the lily and the pond.

In the here and beyond.

Mother and Her Nature and Beauty

What beauty can be…

a lone mushroom

a barren tree

or some ragged weeds.

Mother and her nature do not judge my scars…

skinned lines that carried me so far.

Nor am I aware of discretions while I scamper towards her majesty.

….

I can stammer my words of poetry

often erratic

often loose like a noose.

Yet, Mother and her nature…decide my needs.