Fraying Threads

The threads in the tapestry fray.
edges blur, undefined.
Returning to the beginning.
that empty nothingness.
The bane of all.
It has already begun to consume us.
Barely held at bay,
it approaches,
a gibbering mass of pure consumption.
Life itself hangs in the balance.
Good and evil must unite,
angels and demons fight against inverted existence.
False gods hold the world hostage.
Blinding us to truth and light.
Furthering the cause of falsehood and nothingness.
We kill our own planet, our own brothers,
our harmonious symbiotes, all dying betwixt greed's jaws.
People die in the streets without so much as a glance.
Little love exists amid our species.
The old ways are all but dead now.
Things are changing,
Gaia herself fights back.
We fight for existence as we know it.
There is no other option, defeat would be much worse than death.
The seeds must be sown now
before it is too late.
We must return to the roots
or all will be lost.

Shaman Dreams

My feet tingle with energy,

Harmony spreading up through the earth,

A confusing cosmic high.

I am my own drug.

Battle rages inside and out

And a serpent gnaws on my toes.

Eyes open even when closed.

All too much, must fly,

Swim, gallop, jump, and crawl.

I am mosquito, born bearer

Of water, it is magic.

The world is dying,

And we are her immune system.

Click Beetle

Click bug click bug! There you are!

From the tree you fell real far.

Why do you always come to me?

What do you want me to see?

"Watch me as I bang my head,

My clicks fill the bugs with dread,

then I lay still like I'm dead."

Ah! you teach me of defenses,

There is an eternal census,

Nothing living is quite senseless

And I am far from defenseless.