Morning Commute

Forests that spent
hundreds of years flourishing
are flattened in a single day

Construction sounds
that keep me up at night
from the new fracking site

I can't bear to crest another hill
and see a desolate dirt pile where 
there was once a green sea of leaves

Cranes have pushed out the animals
that once inhabited the dense forest
barren landscapes replace all life

Human destruction is so much faster
than mother nature's graceful hands
exponential progression toward the end
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Creation & Destruction

Life lies within the terror
of a trembling hand held above
a new, clean, white page

Excitement and hesitation
entangled within an instant
sacrificing potential for something palpable

The fearful finality of ink on paper
the necessary decision to destroy what could be
to give form to something that truly is

Life and death in a single stroke of a pen
the bleeding stain of creation
that satisfies as it stings

Humanity

The wicked humor of humanity
is distraction sold as a delicacy
the art of always having too much
power and opulence
taking the place of happiness
rising above the supposed stupidity
of our ancestry, of all lesser beings
perpetual progress opined
by those who have forgotten intention
productivity over purpose
mistaking momentum for meaning
drugged and disconnected
digging deeper holes into delusion
dancing frantically towards
our own destruction
the legacy of becoming lost