The sky, such a vast and what seems a never-ending space. Its funny how the colors can change up there, how they vary from night to day! How some days the sky holds many clouds with all shapes and sizes that fill the air and make it seem white with blue spots, and others there is but few withering glimpses of that white puffy substance.
Down to the ground I see the Adults with their significant other walking down a narrow sidewalk, their hands clutched together, swaying back and forth. Its as if they’re stuck in their own little bubble. Every ten minutes or so you see the same thing, two different people lost together in each other.
Looking towards the sun I catch a glimpse of light that’s caught on a crack in the street, no less than a shed of light on a canvas. One after the other they walked through a single flash of light, once underneath, caught in their own moment. Across the street from that are two children, skipping with the wind in their face. As they hop from one colored concrete path to another you see their smile and how perfectly in peace they’ve become.
Just over my shoulder, there is a girl not much older than I; she is waiting for the bus, sitting there with her head dangling over her hands. I can barely see her eyes, a light blue pool of endless thoughts. For that second I realized that as I walk through my life, just like that girl, I find myself drifting off into my mind. Suddenly, I find myself drowning in my own thoughts, a wheel of all the mistakes and dreams all summed into one. She did that to me, I bet that the place she was mentally brought her some sickness—an utterly feeble corner.
Down a few blocks was an older gentleman; he had a grey pinstriped hat on with a black jacket. It made me think how uncomfortable for him—with the heat. He had a look drawn upon his face; he truly was lost in himself, a dreary soul that had somehow found his peace with life. He walked with his shoulders weighed down; there was a slight drudging of his left leg on the sidewalk and his head like the girl suspended from his neck. He was seriously feeling the gravity that day!
Looking down at the ground there was an odd mark embedded on the paved street. A star almost, it had seven points though. The bench where I was sitting had knife marks in it, and even though the tree had not been alive for years, it stuck in my head for what now seems an eternity. I pictured everything about it, right down to where it was, it must have been a beautiful place. In my mind there were healthy trees for miles and the eldest one grew with ease. Like skyscrapers of the world, the sky was growing all around them, not the other around!
I’m wearing my jeans that once were hole-less, and a black t-shirt that attracted the suns rays all day. For once my head isn’t hanging down, for once I’m not looking off into space in wonder of more!
Monday, October 29, 2007
Extinction, Inevitable or intentional?
Want to see a secret world full of ease? Imagine a place with vast beauty, skies with pinks, reds, and greens and sun sets that light up the night with the colors never even seen by man. The forests and jungles are countries in lengths, with animals of all shapes and sizes. The water is clear and crisp. The oceans, streams and lakes overflow with all of the different kinds of fish and amphibians. In this world there are hopes and dreams. A place where you aim for your goals and then go for them!
What a wonderful world, the secret is not the beauty and detail, but that our Earth was once this place! Is extinction inevitable or intentional? One thing is known; it is imminent. Our world is deteriorating all around us, crumbling in ours fingers so to speak and in return we do not weep or rebel, but add to the scales.
What do most people say when spoken to or asked about the eventual distinction of our natural water sources soon to come? It’s true, we are killing the every day essentials we humans use and survive off of. Every time we don’t recycle, even down to how much water we waste in sinks, baths and hoses. This isnt our perfect place, there is no beauty in distruction.
The truth hurts, in our case it kills! Extinction is inevitable because of our intentional effort to ignore. The more achieved in gaining more for ourselves, the less we have of this beautiful place we once called a secret! We as people rebel for the fact that we do our parts to help save our worlds valuable resources. Yet, that is only a small percentage of Americans. There is a whole world of people that don’t recycle, or clean up wastes or any thing else that is of benefit to our ecosystem. After some research of what causes our earths pollution and my opinion of the inevitability, I’ve learned that yes we humans do play a large part in harmful pollutions against the world.
What a wonderful world, the secret is not the beauty and detail, but that our Earth was once this place! Is extinction inevitable or intentional? One thing is known; it is imminent. Our world is deteriorating all around us, crumbling in ours fingers so to speak and in return we do not weep or rebel, but add to the scales.
What do most people say when spoken to or asked about the eventual distinction of our natural water sources soon to come? It’s true, we are killing the every day essentials we humans use and survive off of. Every time we don’t recycle, even down to how much water we waste in sinks, baths and hoses. This isnt our perfect place, there is no beauty in distruction.
The truth hurts, in our case it kills! Extinction is inevitable because of our intentional effort to ignore. The more achieved in gaining more for ourselves, the less we have of this beautiful place we once called a secret! We as people rebel for the fact that we do our parts to help save our worlds valuable resources. Yet, that is only a small percentage of Americans. There is a whole world of people that don’t recycle, or clean up wastes or any thing else that is of benefit to our ecosystem. After some research of what causes our earths pollution and my opinion of the inevitability, I’ve learned that yes we humans do play a large part in harmful pollutions against the world.
A Pebble in my shoe
There’s a place I’d like to go, yet can never reach. Somewhere caught between the trees. Just before I reach it, spiritually and mentally I must overcome this pebble in the ground that seems to grow larger with each unresolved day. At times it pulls me in, grasping my breath and clearing my mind. Before the creek is a vast lake with corners that are almost visible at all angles. Suddenly I’m stomach deep in the lake water, just me with nothing but the isolation of my mind and heart beat. I hear no traffic noise and police sirens out here, here with my eyes closed all I hear is the sound of a nearby fish splashing against the water. Around me are small mouth bass and sunfish; they bring the underwater to life!
As I step out of the car and onto the sandy beach I see nothing but cars and RV’s for miles. Most of the people seem to be families. Adults, children, and dogs surround me in all directions. In attempt to listen in on the conversations I’m interrupted with the blaring sound of car radios. It’s getting late and I watch as the group of people starts to pack up for departure. It seems to be that all of the hard labor in packing up is carried out by the adults of the group.
There’s a calmness brought upon by it, yet it’s hidden until after I feel the burst of energy thrust upon myself. This place takes nothing from me and gives me everything! From one’s perspective a small cove, and in the center is a green bush flourishing with bright pink lilies. It’s as if this single bush stretches across the water spreading the very life, which it inhabits.
The water is so clear and crisp that you can see even the smallest guppies swimming. I watch them as they glow with the feeling of warmth and mellow. Just down a ways is a brook with what looks like a rippled tare in the still water; I sit still as it rumbles toward me and turns the horizon to life.
A truly remarkable and cultural experience, when in Cascade there is many different sides to its mood. I’ve always found rain to be relaxing; along with the way the outdoors opens your eyes to how vast and bright the skies stars are.
Every so often I go to this place. It even calls to me on seemingly dreary days. Whisking my burdens over and thru the hills, cast like stones upon the water.
As I step out of the car and onto the sandy beach I see nothing but cars and RV’s for miles. Most of the people seem to be families. Adults, children, and dogs surround me in all directions. In attempt to listen in on the conversations I’m interrupted with the blaring sound of car radios. It’s getting late and I watch as the group of people starts to pack up for departure. It seems to be that all of the hard labor in packing up is carried out by the adults of the group.
There’s a calmness brought upon by it, yet it’s hidden until after I feel the burst of energy thrust upon myself. This place takes nothing from me and gives me everything! From one’s perspective a small cove, and in the center is a green bush flourishing with bright pink lilies. It’s as if this single bush stretches across the water spreading the very life, which it inhabits.
The water is so clear and crisp that you can see even the smallest guppies swimming. I watch them as they glow with the feeling of warmth and mellow. Just down a ways is a brook with what looks like a rippled tare in the still water; I sit still as it rumbles toward me and turns the horizon to life.
A truly remarkable and cultural experience, when in Cascade there is many different sides to its mood. I’ve always found rain to be relaxing; along with the way the outdoors opens your eyes to how vast and bright the skies stars are.
Every so often I go to this place. It even calls to me on seemingly dreary days. Whisking my burdens over and thru the hills, cast like stones upon the water.
Sudden
When love is blind it’s actually much less painful to your heart then when you’ve known from the second you see it. It’s in the way they look at you and allows you to understand through the sudden chill that carries through your body across one end straight to the other. When looking into a mirror is almost the same as looking into their soul.
An Addiction
It’s an addiction you know.
You can tell yourself that you have it under control.
Even the people that you’re affecting, that it’s not a big deal.
Is it?
Your conversations all freeze in between just so that you can finish a sentence with “him.”
He ultimately consumes you.
Not before you give in and accomplish those tasks so cleverly thought out.
He knows you.
Inside and out.
Every thought, look, feeling.
He’s there.
Not a conscience.
Not the devil on your shoulder.
No something much worse.
He’s you!
You’re very deep conscious.
Not a part of you but you in a whole.
Shake him, you think.
Nope he replies.
Help you say.
From whom he replies.
Finally you yell WHY.
He replies, why not.
For it is your every wish that he is portraying.
And you know that he’s right when he tells you ever so softly, I know you want it.
Stop, I can stop!
He replies: Can you?
God give me strength you pray.
Oh he is with you he says.
Make up your mind why don’t you he says again.
It is what you want, it is what you crave, then why do you tell yourself to have it?
It will complete you?
It can numb your pain?
Will it blind you from what’s already there?
No
There is no substitute for it.
In the end only you can say NO and turn away.
And yes it will always be there to hint and nudge you on.
You can tell yourself that you have it under control.
Even the people that you’re affecting, that it’s not a big deal.
Is it?
Your conversations all freeze in between just so that you can finish a sentence with “him.”
He ultimately consumes you.
Not before you give in and accomplish those tasks so cleverly thought out.
He knows you.
Inside and out.
Every thought, look, feeling.
He’s there.
Not a conscience.
Not the devil on your shoulder.
No something much worse.
He’s you!
You’re very deep conscious.
Not a part of you but you in a whole.
Shake him, you think.
Nope he replies.
Help you say.
From whom he replies.
Finally you yell WHY.
He replies, why not.
For it is your every wish that he is portraying.
And you know that he’s right when he tells you ever so softly, I know you want it.
Stop, I can stop!
He replies: Can you?
God give me strength you pray.
Oh he is with you he says.
Make up your mind why don’t you he says again.
It is what you want, it is what you crave, then why do you tell yourself to have it?
It will complete you?
It can numb your pain?
Will it blind you from what’s already there?
No
There is no substitute for it.
In the end only you can say NO and turn away.
And yes it will always be there to hint and nudge you on.
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