Climate
The storm that scrolled across the sky
Staved off mankind’s deceit.
Most thought abnormal warmth, so dry,
For months, was not their choice.
They have not yet connected that
Pollutants trap the heat
And their lives, so mechanized,
Collect as weather’s voice.
Icon
The realm before the public:
Presley did it well.
The combination of his voice
And hips could cast a spell.
Las Vegas claimed his vision,
Barbiturates his soul.
Surrounding plants and animals
Could not make his life whole.
Deep within Earth’s orbit,
A voice with a guitar:
For the Age of Oil in America
A star.
Deva Help 1
All alone, we’ll never make it.
Earth shall burn, and be
Another Venus, cindered by
The sun – life, history.
Devas wait upon the wings;
Their species will to give
Us an Eden; love for plants
Shall graft our lives alive!
Deva Help 2
Deva realms, enlist me,
Dwarfish, but alive,
Never growing higher, never
Rooting down.
Thought is all I claim to own;
Cash, how men ungreen
With cities, cars, and plastic garbage
This once holy scene.
I am meant to care enough
To save those that depart –
The species that have shared this planet:
One, all-beating heart.
Redemption is if I encharge
And care enough to be
Savior! All, survivors,
Of our techno-savagery.
Libra
To constellate the stars
Follow the dots in a dark sky.
The ancestors without a roof
And less pollution answered why.
Life was filled with lessons
That could not be taught in school.
It took lifetimes to measure out
For cultures, Karmic rules.
The grid of current roadways,
The traffic clovers coil
Quiet in the future lie
When mankind loses oil.
However, heat may grow
Until ice has disappeared
And the ocean scald, Earth be
The hell mankind has feared.
Fate awaits the waiter.
Still, parts of Eden grow.
Destiny, the ancients cheer, depends
On us. We know.