Dawn without the sometimes Furious Swarming of Coins

Dawn arrives in magnificent loneliness
Without hassles or questions

Only a lovely waiting –
That grasps essentials

Effortlessly, with pillars of the sun
Milky drafted anguish for

The beacon of tomorrow
Dawn in my City devours

Abandoned children, in the streets
Those who go out early

Know in their bones, each day’s value
Dawn arrives with light buried

Beneath our cheeks, under
A rootless science of hope

That we use to stagger through all suffering
Dawn arrives with a shipwreck of blood

Though we expected only monotony
The world is changing, my dears.

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Judgment Day Has a Cosmic Voice

That strange flower, the sun,
Has been speaking in sun spots, solar flares
Telling us the world is looking ugly
Overcrowded, corrupt, without dignity

A massive truft of light
In the pollution of greed
Upon the animal pupil’s eyes
Those strange diamonds, the stars,

Have been talking about shooting stars
Telling us humanity is being judged
By higher powers, and the people are sad
They live in such a world

Economics has become the new dogma
An unholy God that lets a few profit
While people die every day
That ancient body, the ocean, Has been listening to us war for many millennia
Who listens for the snow, finding winter
Worrying about the end-days that are to come.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/West-Highlands-Sunset-399150633

New World Disorder Illness

Brothers, I’ve seen some
Astonishing sights
Invisible to my eyes before
A lion in my soul kept watch

For the signs, of the end of the world
Sisters, I’ve felt the fish spawning
Life on the firm branches of new trees
The sky lit in ambivalent temperatures

Solar flares that shared the
Restlessness of the times
The Environment didn’t like
How our key fit into the universe

Extinction seemed the logical
Way to press these misfits off the Earth
Brothers, I feel our hour is ticking down
Every species has its time to shine

I’ve seen some hopeless events
A world corrupt in mismanaged imaginary wealth
Some living in outrageous luxury
While the majority live in squalor

Brothers, I wasn’t born in a just world
Though I wonder if I have children
If they will have a city to live in at all
That does not bear roots of blood
Whose civil unrest won’t swallow them all.