Viral Infection
written by: J.P.D. Noel Garcia
We are at the top of the triad of life.
Everything belongs to us - so we think.
Man manipulates and abuses nature's bounty.
We annihilate everything that stands in our way
in the name of civilization.
Whatever good we've accomplished
is left to perish in the dust of
greed, arrogance, and indifference.
We kill even the angels:
the innocent guardians of our inheritance.
In the wake of our careless, selfish ways,
we leave a dying Earth.
That which does not die become fruitless.
But the Earth is not ours.
To destroy is just a mindless suicide.
Tear down the soldiers
Imagine
written by: J.P.D. Noel Garcia
I dream of a place where the wild winds turn
Where the fire melts away and the icicles burn
It's a place where the tortoises fly in the air
A world where the apparitions never scare
This place is a world that thrives in the mind
It's a realm never threatened or killed by time
The place which I speak of exists in any nation
It's the wondrous world of the imagination
Though majestic and cunning a land like this
Can also be the mirror image of love and bliss
Darkness can engulf that which is pure
Where twisted smiles and temptations
are used to lure
Where the little girl in the sand box