Drafting

To be, or not to be. Everybody says that’s the ultimate question. But you make a choice. Do you really believe that? draft, it really takes so little to come up with a question that you think is “ultimate”.
To make an ultimate question, all you need to do is to choose a thing that people talk about daily, and make a draft, just a simple question and have a plan to make it seem wise.
To make a draft, cobble ideas together, choose one, and use a Shakespearean wording to make it seem “ultimate”
And you can make a person believe that your question is unanswerable, draft, again and again.

The problem that we can’t solve

No it’s not “what is the question”
No it’s not “are you asleep”
No it’s not “Does the universe have an end”
No it’s not “How licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop”
No. It’s not.

The question is “why are animals dying out?”
The question is “why are the stars not visible”
The question is “how is the atmosphere deteriorating”
The question is “Why are natural disasters increasing?”
The answers. They all have them.

But they are just sub questions
You haven’t seen the true one
You haven’t seen the only answer
And why we can’t answer it
What is causing this? How can we fix it?

We are the cause
And there is one way to remedy it
It is killing off all the humans
And letting our wonders deteriorate
And that is why we can’t fix the world.

Completely

Intelligent life?

Ooh? What are these creatures here?
Guuwa rati kreechurir
Why do they make such odd sounds?
Wadi masuwad sawn
On this planet so far away
Otiner sarae
Have I found more like us?
Viy fadore lus
Oh, they’re just repeating what I say.
Oter joosting wyyay

Oh, man, that was so fun. Now let’s see them scream when they run!

EEEEEEEK!!!!!!!

Clear sky

At home
Lights
Sound
Smog

Here
Dark
Silent
Clear

Imagine what it would mean to me
If the stars were made free to see
And all the pollution we know
Would just… Go?
And we could gaze and we could wonder
Until our universe is ripped asunder
Connect the dots, look back in time
Decipher the cosmic riddle and rhyme
Just close off more places, a bit closer to home
And we could see the galaxies roam

Allergies

Itch
Sniffle
Dizzy
Sigh
All this pollen flying by

Sneeze
Rub
Headache
Oh!
I know the world needs pollen to grow

Tissue
Eyedrops
Ice pack
And more

But why did it have to be
That pollen is so for me
Such an awful allergy

Time to take the pills again

Wheeze!

Hmm…

Hmm…

What shall I write?

Wondering             and wondering

All day and night                  Thinking about what is right.

I think and think and                                can’t get an idea.

                                                                      My head hurts, and I can’t get an idea.

                                                      My fingers hurt and I can’t get an idea.

                                   I’m so tired and I can’t get an idea.

                          So I just write.  And write.  And write.

                   And write.  And write.  And write.

                   And write.   And write.

And write.

Until

an idea forms.

And I write.

Left in the Center

Left in the center

Such a long time in the past

The people were fleeing

And my owner left last.

 

Left his papers on my lap

Oh so long ago

When he would come back,

I did not know

 

I am still here

After such a long time, you see

And everyone comes,

But doesn’t spare a second glance for me

 

Then one day a lady came

She seemed like someone from when I was young

She picked up a little doll

And spoke in my old tounge

 

“Dear grandpa, I did promise you,

That I would retrieve your old toys”

And as she turned around

I remembered her from my old joys.

 

She looked like my owner

When he would sit with me

She walked over to look closer

And I knew that I was free.