Pulse

Funny how life works,
Adverts speak so much in so less,
A sage sings to god without result,
not a soul gives him food, devotion or even water,
In a flash his vision leads him around,
Singing like a rockstar on lo the rebound.
He finds it all..... girls, food, following et all

Strange is the yarn the spider webs,
Tensile yet sticky,
capture prey without hopes of escape.
I admire such ingenuity.
The beauty nature offers so limitless.
I sat wondering one day,
God made his creatures in the most precious metals,
adorning them with silken stripes, dots, feathers, horns,
their regalia has fascinated many so much,
in their bewildered madness
slaying their envied creatures turned necessity.

How cruel to realize follies when they're gone,
False identities we don,
sad to fill such boots for being born,
Sense and awareness thrown to the wind.
The prophets warned forever of a sad end.

The earth can flourish without us,
but we cant live without these creatures.
In madness to become greatest,
we forgot the ones who lost their heads for us to climb over.