have you ever wondered what will grow on Mars someday
when mankind lands on the planet’s harsh red clay?
in a distant future where humans can go anyplace
and are masters of planet-hopping in space
the alien landscapes will provide a place to grow
food and plants for any aficionado
the planet’s inhabitants teaching humans about their geography
opening up the doors to communication and community
imagine then a time of peace
lasting for eternity
you can’t go to a store and buy it
it doesn’t come neatly prepackaged
like a commodity
Experience comes with the school of hard knocks
like a scratched knee
there’s no magical pills to replace it
it’s a matter of your history
an upheaval of the mind can be
a terrible thing to see
where beliefs are challenged
by realities
false histories
stripped away
ideologies
in disarray
falsehoods
exposed
in the light of day
the shock
almost too much
to bear
but wears away
when enlightenment
dawns
on the mind’s
new day
with the god’s favorite libation
there is much celebration
led by a smiling Bacchus
and his observation
that there is truth in wine
that imbibing is fine
and it’s okay to drink anytime
some early memories are gardens of delight
others are not so serene like getting into a fight
making Revelle car models like Ed Roth’s SuperFink
was a favorite hobby because I didn’t have to think
I raced on narrow red skateboards with metal wheels
while dreaming of someday having my own automobiles
my imagination was unfettered with too many facts
spending my time playing with all kinds of knick-knacks
countless hours were spent imitating TV heroes
in plots with pals featuring dramatic death throes
my memories of those early days
of childish beliefs and pretend plays
are still companions in my old age
and are still a pleasure to engage
when they came and took away his Irish whiskey
he stood up to them and said you can’t do this to me
when they came to take his driver’s license away
he warned them and said I’ll get it back someday
when they came after his ’49 Chevrolet one night
he was waiting for them and they got into a fight
when they came after his marijuana field
he made a deal to share the harvest’s yield
when his freedom was subject to a bogus law
the pending injustice was the last straw
he withdrew from civilization
and went into hibernation
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In the aftermath of the global nuclear war the earth wept toxic radiation, killing the remaining living things slowly and painfully.
Poisonous gases weakened the planet’s struggling species worldwide. Once lush forests were transformed into wastelands. Skyscrapers that once kissed the heavens now reduced to steel skeletons. Human shadows etched on concrete, gruesome portraits depicting their last moment of life.
The human race had finally fought it’s last world war. Chaos reigned as the last vestiges of civilizations turned to dust. History erased with no trace for space explorers from other worlds to see. No record of humanity.
No. The only survivors will not be able to talk with any celestial visitors. They’ll be flattened under surfaces of all kinds, scurrying around and scavenging in dark places unseen by prying eyes. Just like their ancestors for millenniums past. They were built to last. That’s why cockroaches survived man’s follies. They were the one species mankind could not drive into extinction.
sudden revelations and insights can be stifled by stupidity and jealousy
there’s always doubters that don’t see what others see
new ideas are often met with controversy
the sceptics scorn unaplogetically
visions kicked aside like debris
in human history
only
there will always be
a person with a sense of destiny
who will have an epiphany
that will set us free
it’s been used for at least 5,000 years
around the time people first drank beers
used in China and Egypt to heal
ingesting pot was no big deal
cultures worldwide harvest weed
with hemp and flower they succeed
what was once illegal in the USA
a green market now here to stay
people use weed to fight depression
and PTSD regression
then there’s one of the best reasons why
people really like to get pleasantly high!
colored chunks of glass on the shore
smooth from the waves undulations
pulled up from the ocean floor
gleaming like jewels in the sun
in what appears to be a pristine beach
but isn’t, it’s littered with trash
a picturesque setting with broken glass
marred by the reality of the incongruity
of the dumped glass’s original source
trash heap to attraction for tourists
who have no remorse
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