Eden’s wake

Raped of essence, Gaya thinks:

life is an affliction!

homo sapien sedition,

greenhouse emission,

they ruin my flawless skin…

Take me back to Eden's wake,

time of the primordial soup

when all was new

and only felt was heaven's embrace

cradled by sun and moon's light

Skies filled with faraway stars once vivid

now blanketed by industry’s breath

the heavens polluted by technology

nothing is left undefiled

like a dog with fleas, I am sets unease

Overpopulating, they

consuming all in their wake

their parasitic resilience

unsusceptible to my defenses

all failed attempts to quash them

weaponizing my tears

my quaking body and seething pants

yet the malady unable to shake

beset, but corrected I stand

… man, not life is my only affliction

Worn, abused and tired am I

Awaiting what're be my end

by tormenters within

'else by heaven's kind hand

leading me back to Eden's wake

Encompassing

From breaking wind

to dust to dust returned,

Save combustion…

yet “burning” with passion

A lay man’s expression of what Yogis have preached all this time…

inspired by todays prompt over at dverse – Tuesday Poetics: The Four Elements

Ligo Haibun Challenge- Dewdrops

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“…for the Lord God had not caused it to rain upon the earth, and there was not a man to till the ground, but there went up a mist from the earth, and watered the whole face of the ground.” – Genesis 2:5&6

She longs to catch a glimpse of what might have been…

Rising long before the Sun,  just as creation made her, she steps out of her abode and onto the freshly cut lawn- The silent twilight greeting her.

Only moments outside, yet all too quickly her skin is wrapped in  perspiration, not of her own but Gaya’s- Fresh and cool; Wet grass embracing her feet- The total experience causing her to shiver… She’s cold. Finally bearing witness to Genesis 2:6The Mist that waters the face of the Earthlay thick in the atmosphere and all around her.

She stills her naked body in the middle of the open space and is cloaked by the light fog around her; Eyes closed, she fills her lungs with Gaya’s cold breath- Embracing the silence of the slowly coming Morn.

…. In that moment she is in Eden.

Tears mix with Dewdrops...
 Insanity born from faith
 ...Her faith... her madness.
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An ode to Crude

Rich filth,… that from which nations amass wealth
Your existence, a fuel to the beasts of men.
From you births the many substances that drives the nations
Father to momentous wars and mother natures ebb and destruction.
Refined and used, you belch abuse into Gaya‘s atmosphere,
… yet we would seek you out and bring forth your flare to air from land and sea.
O woe is man for drawing earth‘s black blood and making of it a demigod.
They kill, steal and lie only to have control over the land from which you are bred.
Energy from the relics,
Power and Poison …,
A wicked jewel that I would rather name the devil’s piss,
I pray our addiction will not rest with you forever!
But until pigs fly I for Gaya will shed my tears, as man’s lust for you is unending…
For what are we without our fill of “Texas tea“?
©2012 Festivalking