Keep it simple
in life, hope, and taste
as soil grows thicker
sprouting dreams of fusion
which may enable us to consume less
in our pursuit of happiness
amongst the stars!
Life, Hopes, and Tastes
forges our Health
forges our Wealth
Abundant things
tempt design.
Why are we so lucky
in preparation?
in opportunity?
But for acceptance
and ingenuity.
Soils grow thicker
in passing ages
and new presidents
Events leading
us to new memories
that water horses.
And over time as waysides
recycle the refuse
of our life styles
with plastic clastics
piling into berms
that never re-fuse
into something new,
something is born, none the less
from an unrecycled mess
most likely mosquitoes
but possibly hope,
though perhaps untidy.
A new hope and
revolution of mind
sprouting dreams of fusion
re-fusing the refuse
for bones of future
recycling sights
constructing skeletons
upon which society hangs
chills
and smokes a cigar
in Nature's majesty
when Prometheus visits
with nuclear synthesis
enabling us to consume less
pollute less, extract less
frack less for our reliance
upon Nature's bounty,
but our understanding
is still quite primitive
in our inventions
of pursuit for happiness
as we reduce, reuse
and recycle in mimicry
of things that gave life,
and now we strive to fuse
like the Sol in sky
with primordial fire
Amongst stars
we would dream
and return
the gifts given
in truth and beauty
for our hard work.
We would return
as kings and slaves
rich and poor
united and divided
just like on Earth
and our peace loving dust.
Many a times
forges of wealth
in passing ages
recycled sights
of Nature's bounty
and now we strive to fuse
united and divided
for our hard work!
in life, hope, and taste
as soil grows thicker
sprouting dreams of fusion
which may enable us to consume less
in our pursuit of happiness
amongst the stars!
Life, Hopes, and Tastes
forges our Health
forges our Wealth
Abundant things
tempt design.
Why are we so lucky
in preparation?
in opportunity?
But for acceptance
and ingenuity.
Soils grow thicker
in passing ages
and new presidents
Events leading
us to new memories
that water horses.
And over time as waysides
recycle the refuse
of our life styles
with plastic clastics
piling into berms
that never re-fuse
into something new,
something is born, none the less
from an unrecycled mess
most likely mosquitoes
but possibly hope,
though perhaps untidy.
A new hope and
revolution of mind
sprouting dreams of fusion
re-fusing the refuse
for bones of future
recycling sights
constructing skeletons
upon which society hangs
chills
and smokes a cigar
in Nature's majesty
when Prometheus visits
with nuclear synthesis
enabling us to consume less
pollute less, extract less
frack less for our reliance
upon Nature's bounty,
but our understanding
is still quite primitive
in our inventions
of pursuit for happiness
as we reduce, reuse
and recycle in mimicry
of things that gave life,
and now we strive to fuse
like the Sol in sky
with primordial fire
Amongst stars
we would dream
and return
the gifts given
in truth and beauty
for our hard work.
We would return
as kings and slaves
rich and poor
united and divided
just like on Earth
and our peace loving dust.
Many a times
forges of wealth
in passing ages
recycled sights
of Nature's bounty
and now we strive to fuse
united and divided
for our hard work!