Literature seeps, reaches our immortal,
species' Seed-sprouts; tapping our primordial.
Voice shuns Desire's cold, written speech--
Words painting bright, our species waning bleak;
Voice tastes not, the news' conversations:
Tonque licks, the olds' tribe-relations.
Soul sighs! Timed-strewn, voice-pearls form.
Through mind-heart will, our species reborn
Human being's scrawled, Earth-speech?
Epitaph for Soul, long breached.
2012 All rights reserved
L.S. Heatherly's portrayal of Natural Selection completes Darwin's! Heatherly's Vision of Natural Selection of Culture(theory-thesis) redefines Literature, Human Sciences, Social Sciences, Philosophy, Developmental Psychology: REVEALS pristine Human Nature, Spirit, Being and Reality--our Development, Evolution, Well-being, and Sustainability within Earth's Ecosystem-Habitats. Posts are Copyrighted. Major book: THE LAST HUMAN SPRING. isbn PB:9781401068349 HB:9781401068356 and ebook
Showing posts with label desire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label desire. Show all posts
May 6, 2012
Apr 13, 2011
Stopping by Woods on a Showy Descending
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For Earth (her Life's days, eons, Her peoples),
and for Robert Frost, U.S. Poet, 1874-1963:
and for Robert Frost, U.S. Poet, 1874-1963:
from Frost's watching "woods fill up with snow" and his personal
"promises to keep" to Our watching Earth and Humanity fill up
with technological polution; and our going-scarce promises of "Earth's
human soul to keep."
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Prologue:
As scope, screen and lense, told not the why.
We failed to pull Her pure Life near,
And hold Earth-human systems dear.
I.
Whose truths these were, we barely know;
Their home: old, organic village though.
They and Earth, divine us stopping here
To mourn their truths, now, buried low.
II.
Our mortgaged hearts sense love is near,
Stopping here to quell our fear:
To foil ego's desire and greed,
Should soul aspire an Earth so dear.
III.
These truths give shackled hearts a break,
Calm civil mind's deep Human-quake.
The only other move's the creep
Of Human Nature's rape, History's true mistake.
IV.
High-tech arts are charming, dark and deep.
But we've Earth's human soul to keep,
Truths to regrow, 'fore we humans sleep.
Truths to regrow, 'fore we humans sleep.
Epilogue:
Stopping by Earth's life descending,
Her powers, she will be defending--
Our coldness to Life, rescending.
L.S. Heatherly 2010-2013 All rights reserved
To mourn their truths, now, buried low.
II.
Our mortgaged hearts sense love is near,
Stopping here to quell our fear:
To foil ego's desire and greed,
Should soul aspire an Earth so dear.
III.
These truths give shackled hearts a break,
Calm civil mind's deep Human-quake.
The only other move's the creep
Of Human Nature's rape, History's true mistake.
High-tech arts are charming, dark and deep.
But we've Earth's human soul to keep,
Truths to regrow, 'fore we humans sleep.
Truths to regrow, 'fore we humans sleep.
Stopping by Earth's life descending,
Her powers, she will be defending--
Our coldness to Life, rescending.
L.S. Heatherly 2010-2013 All rights reserved
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