A mere man should never mean everything to you
For man is not the giver of air

-s.n

Unless otherwise stated I am against the wind
and it seems on this view may have to rescind.
For when a strong wind blows without any apparent reason
it makes everything unkempt in spite of the current season.
Although by its very nature this is what it’s supposed to do
much like an idiotic mindless person who is harassing you.

There have been many times while sweeping the back yard
when an idiot wind would blow and all of my pile discard;
that I had neatly swept up and left somewhere to collect later
together with what was in the dustpan held in my hand to cater.
And so I would have to start all over again in an air of defiance
with a few words used as expletives to express my annoyance.

We are reminded of that old song called ‘blowing in the wind’ here
but the answer my friend is to outsmart the beast and not lose cheer.
There’s also a saying of some cold comfort in ‘the winds of change’
that could be a sign of things to come which may seem to be strange.
Sometimes it’s difficult to see what’s in front or lying just ahead of you
but one thing is certain we should all take care and not avoid the view.

The storms of nature we hear about such as hurricanes and tornadoes
are the result of strong forces within the environment mankind sows
which are being manipulated by it in its relentless progress forward
and are an indication of what we are all heading inevitably toward.
The more we plunder nature and deplete its non renewable resources
it seems nature reacts in such a way to remind us of its own courses.
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Omnipresence of void
Nothing but insatiable
Universe throws riddles
Inexplicable for mankind
Changing so eloquently
Every particle shifts
Clandestine movements
Sometimes roaring upheavals
Renewing the void
None can decipher the puzzle
Lost in the labyrinth
Life here has no clue
It’s an elliptical tour
Pivoted precariously
Answers shall not reveal
More challenges for us
With some vagueness
We blindly walk ahead
Not sure of our destination
It’s a tour of the void
Memories are erased
Birthed are new riddles
We are not here for ever
In the void’s omnipresence

Palm Sunday is upon us,
Christ's triumphant arrival,
A week before his death,
With no chance of survival,

Jesus died to save mankind,
On that Easter day,
Risen on the sabbath,
Risen from where he lay,

Doesn't look like mankind cares,
For what he did on that day,
With all the wars that's warring,
The world's in disarray.