Poetry Depth

 A fire One of which boosted humanity To the lavish stories, it now stands Its warmth, Embraced the circle that Stands before it Uniting all Its heat, Changed civilization From a bunch of  Wild pack animals Into decently "Civilized" No longer was gore involved in daily manners. Chow cooked Garbs warmed Cruel Nature no longer dictated The customary hypothermia Decrees set in place For all who break will Undoubtedly succumb To its raging embers But rash Prometheus Knew of the consequences At jeopardy When offering this grant A fire of its own raged inside Its heat As magnificent as the sun themselves No fuel, Ever required Burning viciously since God's composition of Earth Ripping everything of vitality With the dull forces of stars Cascading down on barren wasteland Leaving the cold universe Limp Its echo Far distant of The void it once Illuminated With the strength of The Heavens Centering everything on One planet Energy, so violent Imbued in all beasts So fire had scaled...

 A tree, So lavish in scope Sparked the novelty of all A searing blaze  Quenched by The serene breezes Which sailed gracefully To and fro All the others stood beside Insignificantly dwarfed The comparison between The sun and heaven Rivers poured through Offering strength Vitality in its purest state Nutrient filled Eden Life, a plenty Not even the most valiant winds Dare match against This tree The break of the year For all birds and critters Its roots,  Unbending Stood the trial of time All leaned into it After all, it was  Resilient An oasis in a desert, Shangri-la on Earth, Farmland in the face of The Tundra And Belial thought God will hear my name He etched away all that was life. The rivers drained The sun, harsh Followed by the frosty moon A utopia turned dystopian Gale blew away all life Life,  Whispers no more Its melancholic music turned into Belial's favorite note Silence But not peaceful A flat, Void Ever trenching silence A barrier not even the most ...

 A river, The calming currents A sign of peace Life cultivates ubiquitous along its reach In refreshing summer, It supplies a bath and vitality itself For small and big creatures alike A chance to escape Mother Nature's harsh glares In frosty winter, Beneath the hard frost Always a surplus of fish discovered The spot where the Most life dwells A creator in and of itself Its immense arms stretch leagues Depositing ecosystems of which it is Fundamental Not the grueling sun or frigid winter  Can obstruct its route But solely one thing can, Divine intervention Abaddon witnesses life as a whole  And hearty like the sun Reels in hatred For he sought to ruin creation in and of itself A barren wasteland,  His signature of presence He then created Drought. All life wilted, Innocent life who lived for joy, The birds would sing beautiful Touches of melancholy music Nature at its finest shriveled The best and worse For dark things did dwell here But they were inconsequential to ...

 Bounded, Managed with an elegant master As they slip away, Unrealizing what they executed For this, the master had millions of puppets to control And there were thousands of masters, Each has its artistical touch Some hold their puppets firm, Never once giving them a prospect to breathe The exquisite aura that is lush with vitality Some hold them loose, But neither less the presence of them is Undoubtedly Pungent Anywhere Anytime Traces lurk But oblivion is bliss So rare that dare brave Too insignificant to gauge Crushed by the sheer scope Of the zombies Slowly descending every day Closer to death, Than their deceased Traces so evident yet so obscured The hallmark of renowned Sophistication The cunning masters devised Hope always arises for god dispatched his Vigilantes  Bold, never succumbing to the  Beauty of incognizance The Devil’s veil But his cloak was stouter than expected Years left scars With the daily salt burn Bleeding from the core Yet, the fuel still outshin...

 How has the irrational governed rational beings? How have the subjectivity overruled objective truths  Once held dear? Even Satan himself can't come to dream of this Masterpiece. There was once harmony. A stake, infinitely long,  Stretched to the fountain of youth itself A symbiotic ecosystem of vinal plants and air-dwelling creatures Primarily, two candidates reside One contender, with its lush yield in spring Famed year round Bringing the vibrant ecosystems that now  Inhabit The other compliments With its yield in the fall For all to enjoy the reap Anytime With the crevices and nooks Where the primary contenders neglected, An exotic specimen, always to be found,  Enjoying the fruits of their labors Dawn one took, Dusk the other Always plenty located Of course, the gods were bored, As they always craved action. Subsequently, a parasite entered the picture. As tiny as it is, Wrecked irreversible havoc Feeding on the lush vitality, Both plants toiled during wint...

 Some say peace is buffer time for the preparation of war Just as God's irony strikes again For there was eternal peace and hope The reach for perfection,  A cruel joke Designed for one purpose To become more. Yet God never applied the rules to himself. But Lucifer believed, Grounded on perfection No room for mistakes Excelled did he Never reached the same sentence, the same reverence As the true holy God himself Levels of perfection are a myth. Yet, Lucifer can never be better. For it was the one and only creator  Who ordained him life And just as roots who go too deep Inevitably hits the cruel, relentless magma Dragging Lucifer down the abysmal depths As desperate as he, Lucifer seeks his hearth His homeland But found none The unforgiving gods shunned him. Always relentless in competition for The "trophy" So seek did he, The crevices of heaven Yet nobody understood him There was solely one choice left to make, Backstab his creator, The father of life Or continued on And...

 The million-dollar inquiry Life or death be determined, How much to arrange  On each flank of the ship? To repel all that come forward, To balance all those shakes, The harsh currents that mother nature Trials Solutions advised, None have stood the trial of the  Decade For ocean-to-ocean filled With the sparkless vitality of  Broken  Ships Tainting mother nature  With her harsh hands But hope has always appeared, For centuries of learned blunders For one similarity arose, The deck is constantly under  Too much  ----------Tension, For it always represented  Onward Because only a shake at the stern, Would compel the whole ship to plunge, Inconsequential of how grand the vessel, Always with sailors knowing Too Late  So reach equilibrium they always said, How simple the problem Caused the genocide, Wondered the foolish For equilibrium didn't regard  Factors crucial for counterbalance, Supply Board Products And always the uneven build o...

 The light cascading down, This stunning star shined as silver reflected Across pure purpose itself with Pure rays directed beneath the death lens,  And glowed, With an exquisite light at dusk and night Felt by all Every day, as For always seen in the spirit Yet unknowingly? "How can something be felt be unknown every day?" is the question Plaguing the wisest For billowing clouds covered its radiant glow, With sole warmth offered, and Rays refracted, Driving the penman out But searched only shallow can be discovered, So was all the star needed. For only the Moon, Jealousy overfilling its rim, Should be seen Because its light should be all that be known, Should only triumph and courage show, Yet never produced light did thee So the star withered quietly, Never to be seen exit, Never to be helped, For the Moon's ravishing theatrical skills, Kept most at bay The others,  Insignificant to  Count Too late was knowledge, As mockery of the people shown, As the Moon faded in...

 A joyous wolve,  Dwindled to the mud running down its leg From birth, a festive life lies ahead. The thrill of the pursuit  Weighed more than what the pack seized, For there was consistent food Ready at dinner's desire Brother and brother, Sisters and sisters, Joined hands for what was the final time unity Shaped this youthful pack For order established, Meant unequal roles And no longer can one look from eye to eye As implementation took place, Jealousy and Lust was always on the back of the minds  Of less fortunate wolves Hateful looks fill from place to place, Nowhere to hide As there need be hunters and mothers, But always must the lone wolf stay back Leading from astray, Leaders always dictated never being seen From accomplishing inferior tasks, For will mark the insignificance of a leader So higher always meant isolation, From the thrills of daily life, From the joy of parenthood, Always must remain vigilant, pack said, And always must the lone wolf answer Cra...

A phoenix,  The most elegant, graceful, benevolent creature there was that roamed this globe Its crown, Pride radiating,  Daring unmatched by those who seek conquest Unflinching at danger, for the ability of infinite But finite in shape It's a great paradox, Breaking all mathematical and physical boundaries Its Throat, Selective of the best, Water that shined like gold, Apples that bear ripe its red blossom, Never green For it flared paradise on all those that touch, Spoken in the same line as wealth, comfort, luxury, and Hope in its finest How could something as magnificent as thee be expressed beyond pure emotion? Its Nostrils, Breathed the freshest air, Never taking a whiff of the impure, dirty ground it touched upon For that was deemed vulgar, unworthy Of the vigorous lung that sustained Something untouchable Its mighty wings, Carrying across stretches unfathomable, Beat against the harsh current of nature, Always sustaining amidst any condition Dwelling, always near the r...

  The tree was majestic Its roots scoured bottomless For remains still witnessed today Just reaching unwavering For joyous Life Unbending and powerful Its base, a majestic phoenix Branches dug for the sky Long and short, stout and slender Forever Reaching Its crown encompassing the sky Proud and poignant were its melodies Procuring the sweetest harvest, For all to hear For all to know Its trunk, an ecosystem for all For energy flowed freely from the sun As water flowed from a river The luminescent moon gave rest The stars descanting harmonies of Hope Gratitude Joy Life dwelled everywhere But it was never detected For there was a quota of Bonsais The demand must meet the supply And the magnificent tree in the eyes of cutters Is simply one more tree To Break Like a horse A Bonsai The flawless snapshot of nature Tamed to epitome Its crown, proud to be handled slim vulnerable The perfection of nature without its Energy Delight Adventure Safe and sound, tucked away in a labyrinth of bon...

 The key to life, Yet the key to death, Sugar is anything and everything Reimagined Never is the scarcity of sugar the problem now, But consistently, Too Much Spiking up and down, A battle between two titans One of logic and wisdom The other, temptation and greed Elegant is logic, With many names, God, Heavenly Father, Holy Spirit Denoting the purpose and triumph of nations His law, Forever weaving and resonating Its rich melodies guarantee the next harvest Forever serene and stoic Blood spared, and wealth shared On the other arena, Lucifer himself lay with discontentment His poignant melodies still reverberate With Mongolia and Rome descanting his conquest And countless others, Despairing nations wept as he turned an exquisite oasis Into the Saharans themselves And every time, Lucifer's secret weapon, Sugar Sneaks in, covertly eradicating logic Sluggish, the body Inevitably Collapses With irrationality being the law of judgment Emotions elevate, Checks and balances fail, And a hou...

  There lived a community, Desolate of beauty and culture the case was different, back long, long ago The sunrise and sunset, A poignant mosaic of colors, Always shifting and changing Lush in vibrancy, Society moved as a whole, One beat, One rhythm Synced up, Always, Understanding Compassionate But, Always has sunset unlocks the entrance to, The inevitable darkness The ever-harsh dusk, Dulls the sight Vibrancy was strong Yet, Cracks appeared Spirits down, Roses wilted Nature forgot that once beautiful complex it had Sullen, Nature retreated And night so long they endured, Nature went blind, Unable to again see the once beautiful sunset and sunrise Colors morphed To expect the inevitable fade The lush community, Morphed by just One Night Context History can be sullen at times. We all make mistakes. Don't let one event shadow the enormous history we have gone uncelebrated. History is integral in how we lead and should be respected. Please take the time to understand. To truly appreci...