A Human Being

Fall in the Forest

 

This office building oppresses me,

it tries to tell me I have no identity,

filing papers, and pushing buttons,

like everyone else,

I need the wholeness of the earth,

the wisdom of the sky,

and the restoration of the water,

so I can be free,

and creative,

not a number, a place

where the Creator can speak to me,

and I can listen from the heart,

hearing peaceful strength,

and I truly can become,

a human being, once again.

 

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

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Speak to Me

Indonesia
Indonesia

Please don’t send me another email,

if you were calling from Indonesia

I would answer the phone.

If you were waving from across the street,

I would wave back,

and try to talk to you.

But sending me a message

when I am 5 feet away from you,

in the next cubicle,

is insane.

Please,

treat me like a human being,

and speak to me.

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree