gnoselph

poetry

When We Save the World We Will Become Known

Robin pushing a fledgling from the nest

In the cycle of life within this ecosphere,

all creatures need to consume what is alive

or what was once living

to survive.

In this cycle of life within this ecosphere,

All creatures encroach upon the freedom of other living things,

to live out their lives

and survive.

In this cycle of life within this ecosphere,

all creatures are slaves to the cycle of life,

a life red in tooth and claw,

to survive.

In this cycle of life within this ecosphere,

humans consume more of what is alive

or what was living

than all other species.

In this cycle of life within this ecosphere,

humans encroach more upon the freedom

of other creatures and life

than all other species

Some will argue this is the natural order of things.

They argue, “We are products of our evolution;

we are what evolution made us.”

PAH-SHAH!

Humans are the only creatures capable of not being slaves to their evolution.

Mindfulness is the way.

Humans can create the food and nutrients they need in labs.

No animals need be harmed.

Humans do not need property or land.

We can create orbital cities.

Humans can free all living things from humans.

Be free all creatures great and small.

When will we grow up

and free our mother?

When will we become

known?

#futurism #evolution #humanity #compassion #wisdom #ecology #logic #poetry #AnimalRights #animals

Ephemeral Gnoselph Prat Discuss...

I once found a family for me we loved and lived hard.

I had family everywhere, Miami to Chicago San Francisco to New York, I had family all up the east coast, Key West, Fort Lauderdale, P-town, and Portland I had family in New Orleans, Dallas, and Detroit.

We were a family for a dozen tumultuous and ecstatic years. We loved each other every way imaginable; every way.

And then... in procession, they died; hundreds and hundreds; a holocaust of the ones I loved.

You can’t imagine, you can’t know, I still don’t know...

And the madness of it all? The tyrants live on... ...the ones I’m supposed to love. Violent, lying, rapists. The ones God loves. I’ve known real family So I know They ain’t it .

Life is so fucking absurd!

Born without consent; we were neglected, beaten, abused, and thrown out. Unloved for nothing more than being who we were and being alive; and then to find sanctuary, a place where you are loved and accepted; And then death, Death. Death. Death.

And the tyrants get to live on? What insanity. What absurdity. What cruelty.

But at least I did know love. Long ago now, I can almost remember…

#poetry

Ephemeral Gnoselph Prat Discuss...