Lost,,,over-taken,,,what is this cloud of death so thickly made.

Seeping in every cravis, to my knees now, from a walk, to a wade.

Passing by so many already buried and sunk or floating face down.

No living within this darkness, no living life, around.

Hell has opened its darkest gates, death to all it forsakes.

A billion lives have met their fates, mine now to, also awaits.

Every living matter of seeds, to their deaths, it succeeds.

Black like the darkest night, here their shall never be any light.

Cold, searching out, reaching more living things to kill.

From where did it come to be, so dark, I can no longer see.

This Hell of blackness, has no forgiveness, just Black deadness.









TO ALL THE LIVING CELLS OF LIFE IN THE GULF,,,,I'm SORRY!
For this I wrote above, has to be the feelings of every living matter in its depths of man-made-hell, this BLACK OIL MASS.
WE let THIS HAPPEN....MAN HAS UNLEASHED HELLS FURY!



PLEASE, Pray that the Sea-life we have cleaned, lives on.
and all the fisherman and their families survive its hungered remains
OUR beaches will show our crime, for many generations to come.
PLEASE HELP PASS ANY BILLS THAT WILL ALLOW "THIS" TO NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.............EVERY LIVING CELL THERE, GOD MADE TO LIVE THERE.
NOT BE KILLED THERE BY OR THROUGH OUR ACTS OF INSANITY.
Take what we needed and it would remain plentyful.
NOW, just a floating Black Death that destroys everything it touches

I am the only one here.

I know you might think that,,as I did for so many months on here. But we have invisible people who never post one thing, only
read whats written,,kind of scary really,,as we know not who THEY are,,,wink,
So as my only reader who talks here,,,wink,
What did you think of this poem?

And I am very close to past asleep,,,lol

I thought you were talking about your own imminent death, so I was kind of freaked out until I saw the stuff on the gulf oil. The fact that it freaked me out is a sign that it is effective.

Thank you.....you should be sleeping,,nights here are depressing..
Well,,SOME days here are THAT to,,,

Have a goodnight....

Goodnight, honey!

Death in our sea's, sands changed to dirty grains of muck.
Yet so many people inland, don't really give a " "........

Life is changing more each day, yet we simply, look the other way.


A toast to your tomorrows, to live and see all of this
living sorrow, what can we do? Help others see this through..