we are garage eagle families.
we stay together, happily.
we raise our young but
we worry so,
what will happen to them
will they live to grow.
there are people here,
hungry cats and cars.
each day we wake up
amazed,
that we even got
this far!
i was born kiya, a happy pup. then by my humans i was given up. to hell i was sent, to suffering and pain, each day i would wake up to more or the same. finally i was rescued, too late i was found, my injuries so grievous i was put down. so in the name of others, those we may never know, please work hard so i am the last lost puppy doe ♥ rest in peace, on angels wings. our tears still falling as angels, sing. https://www.cbsnews.com/news/radoslaw-czerkawski-puppy-doe-man-sentenced-prison-abusing-dog-dedham-massachusetts/
she hid behind her outer shell.
to protect her center from
pains she knew too well.
and with this camouflage
she wore,
even love could not penetrate
anymore.
teach and be taught,
we learn every day.
sometimes from
struggle,
sometimes from
play.
learning is healing,
learning is to grow.
there is only the
infinite,
and so much
to know.
why is it too difficult for some people to be kind,
why can they not leave their cruelties behind.
compassion is timeless, compassion never
dies.
compassion is open for everyone...
if only "everyone" tried.
just because you
stand proud and tall,
does not mean that
you stand above it all.
rise above only when there
is a need for height.
true stature comes
from the heart
and its might.
whether you believe in evolution, creationism, intelligent design...one thing is certain, this planet is not here for our species alone.
over time, many other beings have walked, swam,
crawled or flew in our earthsphere, a multifaceted environment hardwired to accommodate all sorts of beings.
time passed, with nature, her mysteries and unanswered questions. species and habitats came and went. all perhaps in a grander design, or perhaps not... nature made choices....
now we stand at the precipice. we, the only species who deems it necessary to alter and destroy the environment, in order to house us. we, who think we are superior...yet we cannot live here without decimating our own home.
time is running out. our foundation trembles. we too many end up zoo exhibits somewhere...an extinct life form.
I dreamed one night,
flowers around my bed,
soft breezes flowing,
that caressed my head.
the sounds of nature,
no longer obscured.
somehow our world
managed to endure.
and in that spirit,
together,
we hear it.
the years pass quickly,
ups and downs,
occupied by poets, heartbreakers
and clowns,
some who care, some to whom
this concept eludes,
some who wrote the book,
on nice, others on rude.
as we write our own scripts,
some pages tattered.
at least we have a chance
to edit...
and that is what really
matters.