a question i need to ask

A question I need to ask
But why
There is no answer
Why even try
It is exactly as I see
But what is that
In front of me
The eye connected
To the brain
Sometimes it all
Is such a strain

the air is quite chilly

The air is quite chilly
The snow drifts are soft
I feel rather silly
As I try to stay aloft
Do not want to slip
On the snow or the ice
A backbending flip
Would not feel
Very nice.

i am an orca

i am an orca, i like to swim,
this life in small enclosures
for me is quite grim.
i need to hunt down
and capture my food,
not have it thrown at me
when you are in the mood.
in these small waters
i frolic and splash,
or your personal amusement,
so that someone can make cash.
i have had enough
and want to be an orca at again,
swim far away from this prison,
i am just waiting for when.
please hear my cries
before someone else dies

snow flakes dance

snow flakes dance
on the window pane
laughing lightly
as they chase the rain
piles of white
gather on the street
happily obstructing
the bootbound feet
that on the sidewalks
try to make their way
in their "it's just another
day."

help me

help me to get over the heartache and despair,
the pain that i see everywhere.
help me to help those who are so in need.
thrown in the garbage or exploited by greed.
help me to help all of those who cannot speak,
cowering frightened, or hungry and weak.

sometimes the words
are far away
it can be so hard
to find something to say
other times the words
just seem to flow
my fingers pound
yet seem so slow
i dance feelings
hard to articulate
inner steeling
tries to close the gate
but force it open
i will always try
until it is my time
to say goodbye

le jardin de terre deux

this is the garden god created,
meant to be shared, not decimated.
it is not up to the hand of man,
to decide which species
live and die on their land.
man is here to protect
the planet's health,
not destroy it with
cunning or stealth.
humans please respect everything you see,
before it is all history.