I Don't Speak Human
May. 31st, 2014 01:45 pmI've posted this a couple of times on Facebook, but there's been a lot going along that just shows me I apparently don't speak mutant monkey... =P
Homelands
by Everett A Warren
August 7, 1991
Dream awhile in the meadow,
Lonely child curled up in your blanket of stars.
The constellations dance around you
And the sounds of the woods sing a soothing lullaby.
And when you wake in the morning,
With the mists slowly rising, cleansed in the gentle dew,
Can you see the horizon where yesterday you sang of purple mountains,
Can you see the cold gray concrete spires that scrape the sky?
Unwrap the serpentine dreams that coil about destiny,
Wring sorrow free of tears and hope free of fears,
Unleash the elephantine thoughts that dance through time.
Dream awhile in the gutter,
Foolish man curled up in your blanket of yesterdays news.
The world-as-you-know-it dances around you
And the sounds of the street intone their cold nightmares.
And if you wake at the dawning,
With the machines slowly grinding, cleansed in the sweepers stream
Can you see the peaks of the cold gray concrete spires that surround you,
Can you escape from the maze and find the horizon and find the mountains of old?
Can you find your way home?
Copyright (c) 1991 Everett A Warren
By Everett Ambrose Warren - feel free to pass it on!
Backyard Blues
By Everett A Warren
August 31, 2007
We sing
We dance
We think we can have it all
It must be fast
It must be now
No time to waste
No time to wait
No time, like the present
Eating out of season
Demanding without reason
Distant wares
Rare made common
Global economy
Here, there, and everywhere
Only one commodity
Only one local product of manufacture
Our dirty, filthy masses
Export our refuse
Here, there, and everywhere
Not in our own backyard
Power is electric
So much greener than
Dead dinosaurs
Zipped along the lines
Clean! Safe!
Ignore the coal behind the curtain,
Ignore the fish pulp in the turbines,
Don't generate in our backyard
And our eyes will be blind to all your ills
Ship it long and ship it far
Here, there, and everywhere
We'll pay extra for a clean conscience
Out of sight
Out of mind
Here, there, and everywhere
Not in our own backyard
Copyright (c) 2007 Everett Ambrose Warren
Miscanthus
By Everett A Warren
August 31, 2007
Like a proud headdress
on a native king
the grasses
rise tall
they acknowledge
the wind but do not bow to it
not now
and not in their youth
when they have aged
and have prepared
new young blades
for their ascension
after the winter snows
have weighed heavily upon them
they will nod their heads to the earth
and become one with their ancestors
lying in state deep in slumber
granting their descendants
the whole of their knowledge
the whole of their being
for their roots
of their community
are still strong
Copyright (c) 2007 Everett Ambrose Warren
A Moment
By Everett A Warren
August 24, 2007
Chimes ringing
under an oak tree limb
Cicadas singing
their sixty-cycle buzz-hum
Bluebird bright
Crow shadow-black
Hummingbird
in the blink of an eye
there, still, and away
A trill from the woods
a chirp from the trees
Hayscented ferns
and witch hazel
add fragrance
to the breeze
Sitting here
writing
the world
as it
is
or
as it
should be
Copyright (c) 2007 Everett Ambrose Warren
As the world winds down
in entropy enthroned
We cry the liar's defense:
I didn't mean it
I didn't do it
I didn't mean to be so cruel
to twist the knife and pierce the heart
to break the bones and tear the flesh
I didn't mean it
the first time nor the last
I didn't mean to cause the cut
to reopen the wound
or to silence the dying gasp
As faith lies shattered and broken
we hang our hat and bow to another
and claim it is but survival of the fittest
We were masters of the world
once upon a time
when things were rough around the edges
frayed
a real fixer-upper
And we took what we could
Formed it and molded it
an artificial world
that suited us better
in our own image and all that
concrete and tin foil
black as our asphalt souls
But we did all of that
good landlords that we are
Because it wasn't good enough for us
not to mention the money wasn't half-bad
Profits in the bank and prophets in our pockets
walking tall on the backs of others
and as they expire we find new minds to herd
blithely claiming that nothing lasts forever
except for our eternal souls
or diamonds
or plastics
or roaches
and we wonder why on judgement day
we are examined so deeply
held too long under the magnifying glass
until that cocksure soul we are so proud of
smoulders in the bright white light
Copyright (c) 2007 Everett Ambrose Warren
condensation condescension
by Everett A Warren
June 3, 2006
an endless ritual
where once they danced to make the waters flow
now they stomp and moan
to make them go
so wise to stop the rains
stop the flow of life
cut our throats
and rob us blind
strip the earth bare
so the waters flow
pave the world
and wonder why she floods
we cry at signs of precipitation
nothing less than
condensation
condescension
wiser souls cry out
we can control the weather
lessons learned so many years ago
still fail to teach humility
predictions fail
levees fail
and still the rains fall
but we will try again
whatever doesn't kill us
will get its chance again
as we confuse blind luck
with a learning curve
we cry at signs of precipitation
nothing less than
condensation
condescension
the air is heavy with the promise of rain
and i wait for her touch...
for the drops to dance
sliding down leaf and limb
alive with flow
the tides sing upon the shore
dry like the sand crumbling
until the waters rise once more
Copyright (c) 2006 Everett Ambrose Warren
crumble
by Everett A Warren
May 11, 2006
dry as desert
dry as dust
the earth thirsts
and is left wanting
towering giants
toppling
so hard to stand tall
when your feet are cut off
whispering promises
whispering progress
the leaders show true colors
and point their fingers in blame
towering gnats
toppling
swollen heads filled with lead
left behind so they can fly
unwavering in their intent
unwavering in their insanity
the earth trembles
and is left wondering
towering giants
toppling
grind their bones
to feed our appetite
black as death
black as plague
the earth dries
and we are left behind
Copyright (c) 2006 Everett Ambrose Warren