Plants Are Like People

Plants are like people.  First, they will be organized, usually rooted, and counted somehow.  They must be fed, watered properly, and tested to measure their growth.  Plants are kept on large scales to insure that most survive, though they are all still prone to eradication.  Before they were organized by someone in charge, plants would roam free and wild in the hills and crevices of the world, evolving, changing with those around them, no one species dormant with its own unchanging kind, but alive, learning, adapting to all that surrounds it. Now plants live by masters.  They are raised in boxes and treated with pesticide.  They were once a blessing to earth but have become a controlled substance.  Plants are like people.

Slug in Progress

Said a slug atop a tree trunk

As the light went away

Regard not weather, or if the sun has sunk

Be slow and steady in work or play

Slide with all the slime in you

Give food to the ant who lies broke with a fly

Find reason to clear trail ahead of your glue

And sing a slug song to all winged passerby

Even if a hungry bird will try

To catch more than a song that day

And reckoning war is just how one slithers by

And instinct it must obey

A bird may discover as she will eat

To fill her craving will never quite defeat

That loneliness that drives every hunger

We may slowly decay our own hearts asunder

As one slug we could snail alone in a shell

Create our own slithery reality of hell

Or wriggle on, for day is dawn!

In dryness or rain we defy any pain

Gradually a slug's life will slip on

Leaving slime on each trail he did gain.

What It Is

Have you forgotten what you came here to do
And what you have been connected to
If you've transformed life into a chore
And abandoned what's worth working for
Do you remember what it's like to have more?
Dreams, oh yeah, you kind of see, now
It's not about when or where, it's about how
Your thoughts may be dimensionally restricted
But at least you can measure pleasure before you're addicted
You insist on continuing to take it easy
But life is a challenging symmetry of queasy
And dreams, oh yeah, it's a bit clearer still
If you can't handle nightmares then take the blue pill, but
If you know what you must do and are positioning to dive
You're already awake and truly alive
For those of you afraid or not very assured
Step out of your own way, be not obscured
There is a task I'm singling out, but
I have no idea, only You can carry it out