"In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away." -Shing Xiong *** "Do not go where the path may lead; instead where there is no path and leave a trail." -Ralph Waldo Emerson *** "Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget." -G. Randolf *** "We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us." -E.M. Forster *** "Imagnination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world." -Albert Einstein *** Defintion of Suburbia: A place where they cut down trees and name streets after them. -(Unknown, found on sticker) :p *** "A lie goes halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on." -Winston Churchill***"Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly." -Louis Ginsberg ***"All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware." -Martin Buber

Friday, February 25, 2011

*Death on the Horizon (a poem)

Death on the Horizon
Horizon turns gray
Banishing the black
And so appears the first ray
Sending the stars back

But the light does not shine
On a single river or pine
No- just a forever wasteland
Endless expanse of dusty-dry sand

And from a cold mountain cave appears
A young girl, small for her years
She sits at the very edge
Of the miles-high ledge

About her adventure, no one below knows
The sun climbs higher
Into a sky devoid of ozone
Skeletal bushes around her begin to simmer with fire

She stares at the beauty
Of the great golden orb
It’s the last things she’ll ever see
As her life the heat begins to absorb

Her parents and elders always said
The heat of the sun would burn you dead
There is no longer an atmosphere
To keep its harmful rays from coming near

But her science teacher thought
That anyone who caught
A glimpse of the great sun
Anyone who saw the beauty- would be a lucky one

Her skin breaks out in heavy sweat
As she gazes at the celestial being of bedtime lore
And as she stands there she does not regret
Her curiosity that burned her into no more

The great flaming sphere
Continues up into the sky
Shining on a surface world clear
Of any life or reasons why
Earth’s destruction couldn’t be stopped in time.

This poem is written for global warming. I know what I have depicted- Earth as a desert wasteland with no atmosphere- is a bit extreme. But the extremes are always possible, and of course, always avoidable. We have waited much too long to realize our wrong doings to our Mother Earth, and now that we have, we are still putting off fixing our wrongs. When it comes to Earth, treat her with respect. She gave us a home, and without her, we would never be.