I

                                             I                                                                                                                                                                      Want to write again about 

                                                 love, life, nature, as

                                             

                                                 Once I did while sitting under

                                                 a coniferous tree, even

                                             

                                                 as there was turmoil and

                                                 fighting in parts of the world.

                                             I 

                                                 find it is no different now

                                                 because nothing has changed  

                                             I

                                                 still want to love, to be loved

                                                 to be in love

                                             But

                                                 how can one selfishly delve into

                                                 such personal things when

                                                 the impersonal is going out there, 

                                                 over seas, around the entire world,

                                                 here, at home? 

                                                 Killing, killing, killing

                                              We

                                                  should be living!

                                               I

                                                  am sorry, but enough is enough

                                                  is a nough!!!!!

                                                  stop the killing of innocents, the not so innocent,

                                                  and the perpetrators of killing 

                                                  Fire flowers from your guns, please

                                                  it is time to plant life! 

                                              I

                                                  can't stand this s**t any longer!!!!!!!!!!!        

                                              

   

                                                    

                                                                          

                                             

Reviews

[Linda alexander]

how can one selfishly delve into
such personal things when
the impersonal is going out there,
Well said friend, repeatedly saying nothing changed by civilization, barbarians at least not in fake suit, but poet we need to to walk some how if you let that fire kill us there is no human species walk for this world of ours

[Rene Salinas]

I find mistery and questions everywhere the first thing that takes me back from this writing is the posing of the I, element. It bears omnipresence in my imagination. The nature of the writing however is found on aspects of a "wake up" call meets frustration and some remorse with anger in my views. The part that impressed the most is the actual question that tends to devide the personal againt in my views internal and the impersonal or external. As if to say that there is no interdependency. Not for long though as frustration has had enough and the clear manifestation of opposition comes to let us know that change is a must.

Thankyou Paul

[paul sal.....]

change is common sense