I'm a rotator,
Rock n roll jader.
I guess, we're all the good of what remains
of this whole fated crater.
ash fissures cavernous chasms,
and Tsunami collisions. Meet you at
the Devil's Punch Bowl
down wind from the lost weekend
where I had dinner reservations at Hades
barbeque pit of fire.
We lie not just to God but to ourselves
and those who come after.
Couldn't we be a one of a kind awe insiring, generation
to remember
Close to stellar an amazing effort.
Can't we do better?
than to be a footnote of blacked out, redacted file
in the dead files hidden in the musty library stacks.
.
Broken toys, dead soldiers,,
those who never played well with others What of our forgotten
the doomed,
lost, meek the,ill begotten.
What are we doing here to secure our legacy,
If not healing our own damage
by helping repair the damage in others
Not only mother earth is alive. But, so is our Sun, It has had children.
Many people don't know that we have gaseous planets in our solar system that could ignite
into stars triggered by a Sun's death...
We are very small in the universe.
We must remember our place.
If we all don't start giving back what
we've been so generously and graciously given.
their might not be
any room left too soon
for any of us to spread our delicate, but glorious wings.
Buddy Bee Anthony
Re-edited 11/13/2022 @7:56 pm Pacific Standard Time
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