My Heart

My heart goes out
To all those helpless, tortured and alone
To all those who I don’t know
Who need help
And will never get it
My heart goes out
In the hollow, empty night
To the many thankless creatures
Who die daily
For America’s McDonalds fetish
It’s not your fault
You’re a victim of a self-obsessed 
And cruel system 
And I apologize
You’ll never enter my mouth


Those Moments

The fight for survival,
Forging to stay alive
Day by day
But what about those moments
When you’re satiated?
What about those moments
When you can simply sit and stare
At the glory that is



The Great Disconnect

More and more I’ve been realizing something rather obvious: People who have a positive association with nature, or those who have an association at all with nature, are those who want to protect and preserve it the most.  The outside world is alien land to many Americans who sit in an office all day, commute to and from work alone in their car, and then sit in front of the television at night, only to start all over again the next day.  It’s a real travesty, not only to our Earth, but to human beings.  A dissociated human being is a depressed one and an isolated human being can be a dangerous one.  I’m sure Paxil, Zoloft and all the other pharmaceutical companies know this all too well.  Perhaps they’re even in cahoots with the car manufacturers and TV networks, or is that way too conspiracy theorist?

I’m on a mission to understand why certain people thrive outside and gratefully take in the air, the scenery, the vista, and the imperfections with true respect and adoration versus those who are too “busy” to take a simple walk around the block.  Is it the car that killed us?  Is it suburbia?  Do we simply work too much and are exhausted?  I think it’s a combination of factors, plus a number of other variables, but whatever the reason, the Earth is suffering.  More and more people are attached to their independent lives than the greater community, and if you’re not a part of the greater community, well, you’re not missing out on anything because you don’t even know it exists.  Therein lies the paradox if you will: the exact community we need, both in human and nature form, cannot be experienced or appreciated when one is hidden away, isolated and depressed.  However, that same person desperately needs community and nature in a critical way in order to break out of the psychological pattens they’re in.  That’s my opinion anyway.