TIME'S ALL I GOT ON MY HANDS- CREATIVITY IS ALL I DON'T

Day by day
just watch the time go by
nothing new;
it's all a deja-vu
sit at my desk
look out the window
think of something to write
oh, outside it's so bright
but the sun is going down
and everything else gets pulled down too
night will soon come
it'll be time to awake for some
and i'll stay up
and think of something to write
wish me luck
because i'm gonna be up all night.

I wrote this poem quite a long time ago. Ironic? I'm not able to write a poem so i write one on not being able to write one.
DEAD BEAUTIFUL TREASURE DIEING   (OVERPOWERING MANIFESTATION)


the mother bird will have no place to nest
although her eggs will still get crushed
the younger bear will have no place to rest
tho falling trees had the rise of cities rushed

why is the sky blue? the child asked
because mother nature made it that way
why is the sky black? the old man asked
because human culture clouded it that way

cause sooner or later
the sun will no longer rise
dust becomes the mountains and weather
and machinery will have taken our lives

clouded intoxication
where has my oxygen gone?
fall of nature, fall of nature
humans equal destruction equal elimination

the boy looked at the buildings...
why can't i see the sky anymore?
after all the deaths and killings
mommy why is daddy not with us anymore?

hello butterfly, where are your wings?
what do you say, they're sold to the kings?
what about the african nation?
wouldn't pay for vaccination

use the wings, fly to success and machinery
salt has become our money, our lives become history

we're all out of batteries
my batteries are fucking dead
what a bunch of theives
not allowed to think with my own head

a person lost in the loner world of independence
the schools don't teach us right so we're all left dense
they die in the loner world and unknown territory
once called wildlife our human nature, Once a glory

cause sooner or later
the sun will no longer rise
dust becomes the mountains and weather
and machinery will have taken our lives

we're all out of batteries
my batteries are fucking dead
what a bunch of theives
not allowed to think with my own head

look out the window
and say hello and goodbye...


(July 31st, 2002)
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