A picture, drawing, poem or story plz!
Nature Vs Waste
The pure trying to slip away from the paste
The womb of Gaia very precarious in a tumultuous galaxy where everything is chased
the tomb of the machines always in haste
yet deceptively creeping like darkness from a solar eclipse
a full Moon like a vulgar gesture that surely disgraces
as would black spades of aces
but the light shall always shine though more bright than the eternal Ankh
That regenerates and shines green as Osiris
Or Tammuz, god of vegetation
when the exulted serpents aka Nahash or Seraphim repent, there will be a nation
that will bloom anew like the coming of king Anu
where nothing is too taboo
and the true trees will always be the last that stand, for they are most patient
as nature is along with being more spread out than the city..the most fruitful being nurtured and procured
heres another poem from ACDCISCOOLNESS!! enjoy!
ReplyDelete"Grew~shorter&LATE"
This time the sand was out of the glass as the chaos would ensue.
The icy storms of perilous envy a destructor that only grew.
The banter of confusing verbosity ventilated.
By the one's I knew so opposed.
Making a mockery of justice as this evil continued to grow.
This time all bets were off. As the pillars of Heaven shook.
Though justice would have to wait. The truth so uncertain
and rudimentary. The juridically opposed would scoff at this fate.
A due process long awaited as those days grew shorter and late.
For a storm of chaotic oppressions was challenging.
As the tendrils of chaos ever changing penetrates.
Truth and Faith are long-distance friends,
ReplyDeleteAlthough it may not seem.
They get along quite nicely
Despite the ocean in-between.
While Truth may deliver hardships
To those who seek him out;
Faith tells them that the bruises heal,
Even if there's doubt.
~Kimberly Cranfield