Trees

There are amazing things that blow
In the wind, green like the color of life
They confide at dawn about
What to do about the exaggeration of

Extinction, joining neighbors immobile
Blowing pollen, comeliness of dropped flowers
They are trees surrounded by skies, rivers, oceans
Earth never had enough of their kind

Such humility and such canvases
Of what it means to be living
And breath and play a function in ecosystems
In harmony with each other

Unlike some creatures that don’t respect
The laws of nature, the idea of giving back
Are humans reciprocal after all?
Logging until all the forests are gone

Logging until all the trees disappear
With cities as barren as wastelands
There are these amazing things that glow
With green, that have invested the idea

That the world agrees with itself
Arranged in an ordered sprinkling
Arms and souls of the land, how they stand?
How they bow, how they serve all life
That we might touch, love and bury ourselves
In their hard-enduring generosity.

Salt In the Wounds of the Earth

Salt In the Wounds of the Earth

Eun Ji, the rain is coming down
Like the mirror’s play of cloud-flow
Not too different like time
We cannot force our way
Sometimes the path must invite us

To feel a salty waltz of breeze
And surrender to what must be
While our hearts remain private

In the abode of crows and lovers
Who leave us, while we must
Find freedom against the four sides
Of the world, I will wait
While the two Suns

Of my Soul and Spirit cool
O’ save me, that I have been executed
For my deliverance unto eccentricity

The hotter sun will be frozen first
While this Earth raises her temperature
Many a state will go without water
And I will be not quenched by mortality
Nor the little words that the galaxy

Echoes in our voice, so sublime
What famines I have known
And such spiritual ambiguity

I have traced in what I write
The living trunk of fear and procrastination
So much of the human condition
That is fresh, unearthed, with roots
That craves more life than one mere star.

And to lie sometimes on the grass under trees

And to lie sometimes on the grass under trees

I’ve spent more time with the Earth
Than in the simulations, so many
Distractions, apps, layers of virtual reality
On Earth there is no Heaven
Only pieces of her, forests, lakes, Oceans

Living is not enough, we must be
As custodians to biodiversity, little flowers
Live sustainable lives, refrain from eating meat

Packaged and butchered while others starve
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods
In living with simplicity and in tune
With the sunrise, the way things blossom
At their appointed hour, that’s the Noon-dress

That’s living in season, in cycles, in harmony
Every flower is a soul blossoming of nature
And every moment there is a flower blooming

Remember that, do not use plastics, walk in the cities
For a society that does not exude nature
Is living dead years of artificial activity
If one touch of nature makes the whole world kin
Touch the green that is your last roar

Of Gaia, a once splendid paradise
The billions must learn again what it means
To touch the soil, like the kiss of rain
In drought, and the touch of silver liquid drops
When there is no water to be seen.

Who wants to Save the Planet #Environment @TimHemlin

The Profit Ethic

Shall I come to see
How your planet ruined
Biodiversity for the eternity
Of your small memory?

If your species goes extinct
What will it say about evolution?
That your God didn’t care
That you wanted to profit

More than you deemed to protect?
You wanted nuclear families
And you did it a billion times
Shall I come to see then

How you are accustomed to live?
How you consume a flowerless land
And build cities as ugly as winter
No, no I don’t think so

The Earth is your experiment
As the Spring reminds you
That nature is bigger than man
I heard rumours the oceans are dying.

Fossil Fuel mentality

I heard a man say
We are part of the Environment
He was maybe the truest Canadian
That he spoke for us all

Had the courage to say
The economy is imaginary
Compared to the biosphere
Nobody was allowed to talk

Like that again, the scientists
Were muzzled, by conservatives
The loggers kept doing their thing
Kicking people off of their land

To reduce a wilderness
Into profit, and so the world went on
With pipe-line deals and broken treaties
If I am dumb beside your body, Nature

Know that my kind didn’t appreciate you
Scientists had been warning us
About global warning for decades
But we didn’t do anything about it

Here in Canada, we believed we had it all
Water, oil, space, forests, lakes
But the privileged don’t know what it means
The man went on:

“We humans are an infant species
A mere 150,000 year old baby.”

Plunderers of Earth

We should die except for death
Our words cannot change
For these thoughts have been
Thought by us since creation

First began, we shall have our day
Is there any secret left
In our lives, these classical habits
Of will and mind and formula?

We should love except for evolution
Our hearts cannot change
For they have been performing
These rites of giving and receiving

Since creation first began
This is what we do, reproduce and kill
And foster a kind of culture
Now we prefer most to consume

And that is why I say
We should leave except for extinction
Our habits that degrade ecodiversity
We take and we offer the cosmos what?

Exactly I cannot say, the greed of children
Who look into the stars
And think “mine, mine, mine.”

The Tendency to Have

Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone.
~ John Maynard Keynes

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God is in a mood
to bring you poverty today
so you might notice what truly

has a tendency to shine in darkness?
God is in a mood
for the world to change
more than a little bit today

so learn to not be so attached
to the temporary life you have created
in fact, it has been gifted to you

you drink water owning that water
you taste milk from beasts enslaved by you
you eat meat of slaughtered creatures
you drink wine by another grape-picker

all that you do is a result of commerce
but you take more than you give
God is in a mood

to let you know you are all interconnected
this is the new campfire song
in the dream of the internet
virtual telepathy reminded you
of the unity of our ancestors

in cities and countries that were
not made to last forever
for God is in a mood

to plunder your riches
the riches of nature since you have
become increasingly as myths unto yourselves

with a tendency to forget how to love
the creation given to you freely
weren’t you born to experience
different moods of God
new flavors of nature, you have awoken

your cybernetic children who shall inherit
a bit of your errors, your embarrassing
adolescent of industrial and market disgrace.

the media only tells us what they want us to know

“Me and all my friends
We’re all misunderstood
They say we stand for nothing and
There’s no way we ever could…”

~ John Mayer

fast is the century, the airplane crashes
tsunamis more common in their
execution, destiny enlightened
i watch for signs from the ocean

meteors, extinction events
plagues, global warming
governments muzzling scientists

democracy being wounded
by corporations taking over the media
I see it every day
this is what I witness

currencies cracking
fear in the marketplace
panic amid layoffs

fast is the century,
each month they tell me
it’s the warmest on record
i speak of eternity, but nobody listens

they are living the American dream
exploiting others for profit
Mexicans leave their children

inside the borders, so that
America might become a spanish place
it is happening, soon there will be no
‘us’ and ‘them’, the world is changing
And I’m waiting for the world to change.