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compassionate

sure

it is my stance

when I am bleeding

and bare boned

to the wind

I hear the rain

slapping the green out

of the trees

the world ignores

the abuse by the rain

an acid destroyer

man created

in his ravenous greed

for more and more fabulous

things

and now the plants

and the fish and the sea

they all pay and pay

for the once conceived pleasures of man

that have turned into night mares

coming back to sit in glorious

shelves of sewage

and staple cancerous legions

upon our deepest entrails

murdering the life of its owner

with little concern

for the host that it devours

our bodies are but micro systems

representing the sickness

that melts the polar ice from their

pristine caps

and sends tsunamis like water wave

warriors

dancing on fault lines

of hell

eager to destroy

whatever stands in their latest path

this is the legacy of

the ego's want

as well as the ego's must have right now

so why be shocked

just live your life as best as you can

and die when you are suppose to

no fit , no fight

rather just be present whatever the journey............

(April 25, 2008 1129am)