Kirk: ‘Lt. Uhura, come to my quarters at 1800 hours’
Uhura: ‘Yes captain, might I ask what’s up?’
Kirk: ‘Nothing now but something WILL be at 1800 hours’
Bones: ‘Jim, is this a medical issue?’
Kirk: ‘You bet your boner it is, Bones’
Sulu: ‘Captain, a Klingon ship is approaching’
Kirk: ‘Blast that sucker to smithereens, I got a date’
Chekov: ‘Captain, you’ll need protection on this mission’
Kirk: No problem Ensign, got a few here in my wallet’
Obi-Wan Kenobi: ‘May the force be with you’
Kirk:’ Thanks Obi, but you’re in the wrong contest’
Obi-Wan Kenobi: ‘This isn’t PD’s contest?’
Kirk: ‘HELL no, now SKAT will probably disqualify us’
Obi-Wan Kenobi: ‘Well, may the force be with you anyway’
Kirk: ‘Look Kenobi, nobody’s forcing ANYBODY here’
Spock: ‘Captain, I’m receiving a message from SKATfleet Command’
Kirk: ‘What Mr. Spock? And why do you always talk like that?’
Spock: ‘To qualify for the contest, the writer has to command the ship’
Kirk: ‘Damn it all! What the…FRONT AND CENTER WRITER!’
Writer: ‘Um…All hands on deck?...Anchors away?’
Uhura: ‘Ohh Captain KIRRK, it’s 1800 hours’…
Kirk: ‘Not now Uhura, I’m not in the mood!’
Uhura: Ohh Captain WRITERRR, it’s 1800 hours’…
Writer: ‘Kirk, you have the helm. I’ll be in my quarters’
Kirk: ‘Shut-up Spock’…
Theme: Sexual harassment in the workplace
For SKAT’s contest
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013
Beyond the skills of escorts
and the appeal of other playthings,
smolders the need of the soul
infused to best every man.
Twelve years have taken
the scars out of the memories,
from the last time I was
up and through
just to come down and out
to find every fairy tale
extends it’s hand
to some tragedy.
The odds don’t warrant
the time of practical effort.
Too keen to the liabilities,
always calculating ends.
It is not the demands of over
or having to start something new
rather, better to remain alone
than to be let down again.
But now I see you,
and it makes me pause
so still, with the whisper --
Are you sure?
Falls into a deafening singularity
forbidding even a scream, it’s escape.
I sit and can only see
the touch of Heaven
reaching across the Caribbean
to color your face.
As your smile holds the songs
of every dawn’s temptress,
under the soft disposition
of your eyes
rests a divine spirit’s symmetry,
while lensing each strand
the perfect frame.
That once moved a favored King
to murder a man, only to bring
the sword into his own house.
Enabled an army to take
a strong city with just one horse.
And enslaved the envy of Venus
to sharpen leaden arrows,
but fury slipped her hands
and bled her wrists out.
Blood clotted on the cold muck
of her grave, a suffocating cocoon.
Immersed the viewer becomes,
and timeless the window
of the heart that is God’s craft,
denying the deceiver’s forgery
of any singed carnality.
As if proximity has been given
within the mist of your perfume,
in just this one picture
of your face.
Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2016
"The divorce just about killed me. Eleven years of what I believed to be wedded bliss and then she takes off with some schlep she met at the godforsaken post office of all places. Somehow she still managed to get everything - the house, the Benz, even the dog. So I quit my job and moved out here to live in the Smokies. Just me and my tent and the squirrels. Sir, what I'm about to tell you now is gonna blow your mind.
Every October I start preparing for winter. I visit the nearby town and scrounge for blankets, clothes and whatever else I need to keep warm. Cut some extra wood, bury jars of berries I picked over the summer and so on. I can still remember that fateful day as clearly as if it was yesterday. October 21st, 1999. At exactly 2:03 pm (yes, I managed to salvage my watch from the divorce) as I was chopping my last bit of wood, I heard a strange noise from above the trees. Now I had spent four years in the Air Force, and I can tell you that this was no sound of an aircraft that I'd ever heard. A strange high-pitched whirring combined with a steady, rhythmic ping, ping, ping. That's the best way I can describe it. Anyway, I followed the sound until it stopped, about a hundred yards from my campsite. I never saw an aircraft of any sort. It's long been my contention that the invaders had used some sort of cloaking device making their ship invisible to the human eye. In any case, what I saw next has haunted me for years. Two dark figures approached from a nearby crag. I saw them just as clearly as I see you before me now. To be frank, these aliens didn't look aliens at all, at least not like anything out of Star Trek or Star Wars or even out of Roswell. They were tall, thin, and for all intents and purposes looked a lot like me. No red, glowing eyes. No green skin. All at once they turned in my direction! One of them spoke:
'Hey you, got a cigarette?'
Imagine my surprise (and I might add, disappointment). Here I was privileged to have first contact with an alien species and the first thing he asks me is: 'Got a cigarette?' Whatever happened to: 'Take me to your leader,' or 'We have come in the name of peace?' I called out:
'Uh, sorry dude, uh, I don't smoke. Can I come out?'
He answered: 'Come.'
Now this was no ordinary: 'Come.' When he spoke it his voice got real deep-like and loud and the sound echoed throughout the mountains: 'Come, come, come...' It was precisely at that moment that I knew this would be no ordinary encounter. They were aliens alright! As I exited the woods and entered the clearing where they stood I got a better look at them. Worse yet, I got a sniff of 'em. Something wasn't quite right, to be sure. A sulfurous, rank odor emanated from them and just about knocked me over. Impulsively I got down on my knees and started begging for mercy. I explained that I was just an average earthling, down on his luck to boot, and could really use a break. The one that had said 'come' looked at the other, and then... and then... they busted out laughing! This was no mere chuckle mind you. Before I knew it they were rolling on the ground telling each other that their bellies hurt! I stood up, suddenly feeling a bit more confident that I might actually survive this thing, which apparently moved them to get up and to regain their composure. What they said next still chills me to the bone. The smaller one, who hadn't spoken a word yet said:
'Look, all we really want is your beer and then we're outta here.'
I replied: 'But... I ... haven't got any.'
He said: 'Um, you don't understand fella. Let me say this slowly: We are here to take all the b-e-e-r. By the time we're done there will be no beer left on your planet earth. You see, we have been picking up your amusing beer commercials from space for some time. Now, we have nothing like beer where we come from...'
At this point the other alien cuts in: 'Kudos, kudos to your marketing geniuses, creating a need in us that at one time did not exist. We now MUST have this thing called beer.'
The other picks back up: '(Ahem) As I was saying, we have no beer on Salos, and so we are here to take all of your Miller Lite...'
The first alien cuts in again: 'Less filling!' The other retorts back: 'Taste's great!' 'Less filling!' 'Taste's great!' This goes on for thirty minutes! Finally they break out laughing and then it's back on the ground again. I think aloud to myself: 'What is this madness? Have I gone utterly insane? Surely this is a dream! Wake up now, wake up now; one, two, three.'"
"Jim? Jim, who are you talking to now?" asks the nurse.
"Why, I'm... I'm talking to Sam Dumpty from National Geoplastic Magazine," I reply.
"So... you're talking to an egg. Great! Look Jim," she says, "there's no one there. There is never anyone there. It's all in your mind. There is no such thing as aliens. No Salos. And I just had a Miller Lite with my boyfriend at dinner last night. Please, get over it! Have you taken your meds today? Now I'm going to get Dr. Soong to come and make sure you're okay. Be back shortly."
"Well, there you have it Mr. Dumpty. The true, unabridged tale of what happened to me on October 21st, 1999. I'd swear to it on my mother's grave! And we both know that little miss nursey-nursey lied when she said she had a beer last night. Earth has been beer-less since 1999. No one has ever been able to explain the sudden disappearance of kegs, bottles, and cans of ale from this planet. No one but me (sigh). And for my troubles they've got me locked up in this stinking asylum. But I know you believe me. You do believe me, don't you...?"
Copyright © The Seeker | Year Posted 2016
Is science fiction an oxymoron?
How can science be fiction
When it is the process by which myth
Is eliminated and all that is tangible
In the world is interpreted? And isn’t fiction
Nothing more than the literary
Manifestation of the dreams
That crash through the barriers
Of reality? How then
Can the two terms coexist
In a single phrase?
Is there anything made
By mortal hands
That was not proceeded
By a dream? Is it possible
That the creator of worlds
Dreamed before the first
Flowers bloomed in the garden?
If dreams lead to physical
Things, then they must be
The blueprints of the future
And the catalyst of science;
Conversely, science is proof
Of the dreams of gods and mortals.
Science fiction is not
An oxymoron, but it is
The infinitely redundant
Confirmation of life.
Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2007
Once night Gretta Foster sat in the backyard,
building a rocket ship that ought to take her a-far,
she had been working day and night - tirelessly,
hammering, programming, all so dexterously.
Then when the sun arose and sparkled in the sky,
Gretta was still working, that too without a sigh,
the ship was finally built, Gretta was on cloud nine,
but going a bit farther up than that seemed rather fine.
She sat inside the cockpit, tightened her seat belt,
pushed a few buttons, with such admirable stealth,
algorithms aplenty - all perfectly aligned,
as the engine started roaring, boisterously alight.
The rocket ascended at last, it set sail yonder,
to the farthest frontier that this universe could conjure,
and after it finally left the vivid atmosphere,
Gretta was so happy, she let out a smiling tear.
Days passed and she was put in catatonic sleep,
immobile and still, immersed in lovely dreams,
suddenly with a thud, the ship had landed still,
She woke up instantly, with a newfound thrill.
She wore the lunar suit, which she had stitched herself,
opened up the bolted door and descended the metal steps,
the moment she touched ground, she turned around,
and got pleasantly surprised by what she found!
A red-hatted impish elf, sat crossed leg,
a large nosed fairy stood, munching on nutmeg,
two rabbits bowed down to the rabbit goddess,
and two more pressed her feet, in a soft caress.
Gretta walked a step and heard the elf shout,
"oh silly person, take that suit out!,
we've got oxygen, plenty of em to breathe,
that suits a waste o' time and energy!"
Gretta obeyed, and unzipped the heavy suit,
underneath she wore a dress - flowery and cute,
"good going, young child, now lemme show you,
this lovely wonderland which you dub the moon!"
And the elf was right, they met unicorns,
box-laden garden paths and joyous little fauns,
walking and talking scarecrows, nursing little crows,
small blue doll houses with chuckling gnomes.
within a crater lived a colony of werewolves,
but they were nice and fair - specially one named Ulf,
he'd give her milk and tea with chocolate biscuits,
and in order to keep her warm, red spotted mitts.
The goddess too was nice, a wise and lovely soul,
"be imaginative and create, but don't forget your goal",
she'd also give her nutmeg of such abundant variety,
her best friend was a Faun, so strong and mighty.
and the Minotaurs build Gretta a lovely home,
with a mushroom roof and walls build of foam,
"stay here with us, Gretta, you'd have a great time",
said the red-hatted elf while singing a rhyme.
Gretta thought and thought, she came to a decision,
she decided to stay for sure, she looked forward for her admission,
and from thereon, life for her was perfected,
all her dying wishes had suddenly been resurrected.
Copyright © manek kohli | Year Posted 2013
Military and civilian linguists and intelligence analysts, my colleagues and I were monitoring the Balkans troubles, supporting our troops in theater 'down range'. We were working the 'Mids' shift from 11 pm till 7 am at Bad Aibling Station--formerly a military intelligence site. I had read that we were in the western European zone that would experience a total eclipse of the sun that morning. One of the other Serbo-Croatian linguists had a car on post. I voiced the thought "wouldn't it be cool if we drove out to Mount Wendelstein and saw the eclipse from up there?!". He and another agreed. After shift we drove to the base of the mountain, and decided to hike the trail to the top rather than pay to ride the cable car up. Many Bavarians had the same idea, and it was somewhat crowded on the summit. When the eclipse was finally full, it was like standing on shadowy clouds surrounded by a large ring of light--eery, bizarre, and colder than anticipated both due to the elevation and darkness. Two minutes and twenty-six seconds of totality. I had goose bumps for several reasons, and could understand why primitive man would have been so terrified of the experience. Returning back to base, we learned that it had been overcast down there; so local people only saw it get dark, but missed the actual eclipse. However, three Sergeants had been in the right place at the right time, to see the first total eclipse in Europe in forty years, and last one of the twentieth century....August 11th, 1999.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015
Today we begin with a quote from Eisenstein
with commentary in brackets
informed by Bucky Fuller's cooperative metaphysic
of Synergetic Steerage.
"We have a[n intuited, autonomic systemic] need to stay in contact with people with whom we share emotional and economic ties. In past times, these people were usually close by. A hunter-gatherer or fourteenth-century Russian peasant would have had little use for a telephone. Telephones [and www] began to meet a need only when other developments in technology and culture spread human beings [even] farther apart and splintered extended families [and neighborhoods] and [national through] local communities [as sustainable ecosystems]. So the basic need they meet is not something new under the sun." [Basic cooperative communication need has evolved to global cooperative scale because technology's deductive path has evolved a co-arising economic/ecological imperative.]
What Plan B Fuller eco-comprehended
as an implied Universal First Principle of Positive Synergetic Balance:
all Primal Principles
must be universally co-informed,
"cooperative" defined as ergodically and ionically regenerating full-fractal,
to achieve integrative,
Spaceship Earth synergetic wealth optimization,
as sustainability of positive life-trend energy,
and revolutionary ecocultural dialectal design
and ectosymbiotic/endosymbiotic correlational landscape evolution
toward health and safety
away from pathology
and high risk economically illogical dissonance ,
suboptimizing polycultural outcome planning
and therefore delivery of co-empathic mindbody dis-ease,
chronic stress with climatic paranoid peaks trending upward.
Economists and eco-nomists recognize
production of newly commodifying need-systems
with creation of consumptive/absorptive/nutritional evolution
of need v. want constellations and priorities.
The difference between a Plan A Competitive
Win-Lose need-based economist,
and a Plan B Cooperative
Win-Win gift-rooted eco-nomialist,
strategist and logician and linguist,
policy and planning analyst,
sacred matriarchal ethological ecologist,
is Left-Right dipolar balance as negatively correlated with cognitive dissonance;
deep-learning comprehension instead
of Win-Lose as suboptimizing health and wealth
compares to a work-toward midway
double-negatively reiterating thermostat,
decompositional analysis trending
reverse hierarchical tree
of unfolding regenerative, resonating flow strings,
including binary trend QBit 0=squared/fractal-centric time as function
of mutual subsidiarity positive-default comprehension
as Win-Win bicameral informational system's
and permacultural uracil-yang/cytosine-yinyin
b-ionically deductive/inductive zeroistic design.
We can approach the further
question of optimizing Polynomial syntax and form and function
as equivalently and dipolar self-defined by -(-P),
binary RNA syntax
of analogical economic polynomial trend QByte-octave
double/elliptical fractal rhythm and patterned balance.
We might pose this question
with fractally 0-squared digital information
as ecological trend analysis
with a dual hypothesis,
to see which is more productive
of a healthy and wealthy past,
We could observe
that the proposition
is non-equivalent to Not-Polynomial Information"
has been our scientific deductive and metric
analytically encultured eisegetical assumption,
leading to competitive irresolution
through our own default Win-Lose economics of evolutionary demise.
in this irrationally eternal place,
we cannot deductively explain
why some issues,
have resonantly resolvable solutions
and scientific revolutions
while others calculate their way through infinite time.
Which is which is rather like trying to separate Kuhnian primal revolutions
from more normatively diversifying further individuating refinements
within paradigm freedom's double-binding continuous flow evolutions.
we start with the heuristic assumption
that Polynomial spacetime universe =
where might this take us toward explaining
ecological, and perhaps even cosmological
Cooperative Game Theory:
P-positive Win = (-,-) equivalent Win NP,
a positive draw,
anticipating an equally positive draw choice from nondual Other
is RNA-rooted naturally systemic,
with outcome to co-redeem at-onement faith
both positively and cooperatively
as long as everyone co-empathic truster chooses to play nice.
Group Binomial (0)-Soul Theory:
Explicate Convex Boundary +P = +(0)
Implicate (Bohm) Concave Double-Bound NP = -(-0).
And, so, to our deductively metric and commodifying friends
at Clay Math Institute,
at least the field of permacultural design
and all the cells of RNA heritage,
appear premised on a Zero-Binomial Assumption
that P-yangspace = N(NP)-yinyintime = +/-C ecosquared
as c-squared Universe equals e-squared Synergetic Balanced Integrity (Unitarian),
the balance of deductively formal Yang light
with inductively flowing YinYin double-bound octave frequency harmonics,
co-arising form with intuitive-polypathic ego/eco-conscious bilateral function.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
They were working in a coal mine
six miles below the ground
We hit a pocket someone yelled
then the walls came tumbling down
They could not see through all that dust
as they scrambled to get out
The shaft was sealed with tons of rock
"we're trapped" came someones shout
Within three hours the dust was gone
thank god no one was hurt
They sat there staring endlessly
at those tons of rock and dirt
We're here for good a man cried out
"start praying" someone said
Don't give up, there's always hope
no matter what you dread
A miner took a shovel and pick
and headed down the shaft
You're going deeper someone yelled
"I know, I feel a draft"
They heard him digging in the dark
the lanterns growing dim
Then someone yelled, as a brilliant light
shone blindly right past him
Some miners yelled and others cried
"my god this can't be true"
For there alone was a world beyond
the wall that man broke through......
Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2016
Angry FireGod sneers sarcasm,
"Not warm enough yet?"
"Still too much clean water and air
and other healthy stuff,
like sun-baked red chili peppers?"
I was under the impression
that I invited you for my interview,
which would involve me asking you questions,
and not so much of that anger and fear rhetoric.
So, why do you threaten our health and safety,
and the lives of our great grandchildren?
Oh! You do not want to see
your great grandchildren
looking into my Firey Fusion Future!
They drown on shrinking dry barren continents
suffering an epidemic of post traumatic stress disorder,
in collective over-population-under-fed and -watered shock,
realizing they cannot bring another generation of homo not so sapiens
into their monoculturally swarming parasitic population
occupying egocentric prophets of rabid doom!
OK, I've got that, really, you are scaring me.
Could we ramp the negative energy down a notch?
I do interviews; not therapy.
Sure, actually a notch less negative yang energy
would be just about right into Tipping Point balance.
The difference between an ecotherapist of permacultural planning
and a dialectical geometric technician of 4D information
in cooperative bicameral networks is,
using PolyNomial +1 = DoubleNegative-PolyNomial (-/-)0-squared soul
bilaterally co-gravitating this unfolding evolving universe
of ExteriorLeft/InteriorRight = Uracil+/(-,-)Cytosine,
Interior/Exterior Landscape balancing Permaculture
is your "eternal diastatic notnot-firey pit TransParent Cosmology" definition of RNA's ionic regenerative,
positive OVER negative mission?
That's my ecoEarth-rooted technology for ecological balancing purposes,
which is probably a difference of about one revolutionary bicameral notch
back down toward LeftEgoYang = RightEcoYin-squared TransMillennial EnLightenment
= c-squared = Eulerian Prime Function-squared = (0)-squared soul double-dipolar-arising boundary.
What are you proposing, or researching, or suggesting, or implying, or ecologizing,
or analogizing, or trying to enculturate?
What is your primary outcome agenda?
Is it the Fire and Brimstone Panic crisis motivation
or your hope that an entire humane-natured species
is co-emerging toward bicameral ecoconsciousness?
Well, yes, but maybe no.
My agenda is to support regenerative health.
That's what all the Prime Yin/Yang Climate Systems,
water within air, Guanine dipolar within Adenine
fire within soil, Cytosine dipolar within Uracil
do and are,
both become and are already CoPresent Presence.
political and economic implications
of why PolyNomial Yang and NotNotPolyNomial Yin-squared
co-gravitation balance as TransParent CosMetricology,
negentropically double-fractal-octaved = neg-elational-squared
dipolar field function for bicameral form as co-arising function
calculators and processors,
network designers and permacultural developers
of both internal and external landscape health and safety and
passion for eco-regenerativity as Positive EgoTherapy,
All of these and this and more
help tip academic and religious sectors toward each other
political and economic self-governors, like parents,
toward each other, rather than apart,
and their diastatic positive-balanced network supportive communities,
as regenerative local/global balancing health optimization.
Kind of a Taoist Zen U-squared Zeroist ConScience?
Yes, science, technology, engineering and group mathematics
(0)-sum interest revolution-regenerative
as RNA-iconic and ionic balanced consciousness
about our original intent to thrive future polypathic generations,
evolving toward our Zero-ecocentric bicameral co-op,
globally empathic cellular induction-positive,
followed by deductive double-timed negative exhalation,
breathing ego-cells within this rhythm of rich-salty surfing time,
breathing in metric ZenSoul,
breathing out 4-Prime Dimensional SpaceTime STEM Universe.
So, why not just say that, then?
Why all this Hellfire and Brimstone PostMillennial Prophecy?
Because no one wants to read all those words,
research all that math and science,
evolutionary stuff about Group Theory,
and InFormation Systems Design,
and Gaming Theory with OnLine WinWin, and WinLose Applications,
Cooperative Economic and Political EcoTherapeutic Theory,
Discussion and Dialogue, Communication Technology, Frames, ChoiceMaking Games and Strategies,
Health and Therapy Sciences,
much less Buckminster Fuller's Synergetics,
or even Permaculture Design
for Exterior, or Positive Psychology Interior, Landscapes.
Too many words;
too many notes.
Easier to huff and puff
until our overly competitive ego-centric hypocrisy
Better to paint a hot-fired, wilting,
dying picture instead,
to foreshadow breathing through bicameral therapy
of eco-scientific natural systems,
designed to grow health
and Earth-subsidiary solidarity of DNA/RNA Tribes
as co-arising love,
Light my fire?
Light as fire's flaming great transitional time.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
1) People take samples of the environment and other people all the time.
2) When individuals fit the stimuli of his constituency become sensory validation
3) People react to validate the stimuli as the emanations of thoughts picked by
human senses were channeling themselves.
4) For this reaction to the sinister look, the unwanted thought expressed by
speech, not liked by gesture, by misunderstood thing ... in response affects the
5) And a cycle of disorder settles until individuals are unaware of habitat and
move the harmony channel instead of disorder.
Copyright © Max Diniz Cruzeiro | Year Posted 2014
Start and end each day,
with a taoist egg.
I doubt my eggs are religious.
No, but they are natural,
co-arising nondual yolk form
with white-transparent regenerative function,
and cosmology, maybe,
if you're a chicken,
or a turkey, or a sitting duck.
So you say.
I guess these eggs are merely metaphysical.
You might best remove "merely" from "meta"
lest you perpetuate an oxymoron.
at their best, and most permanently encultured,
have room for culture and language and religion and spirituality,
as well as economic science and eco-logical nature.
OK, but I'm not absorbing this political empowering metaphysics
of a co-arising incubator,
or an egg,
Eggs are temporary organic incubators.
Therefore, comparatively Closed-Set,
Only their exterior shells
remain actively interdependent with their environ-mental
risk and opportunity.
This double-boundary formatting eco-centric development
responds to thermodynamic balance
and transparent organic/holistic fuel,
compost of 4-channel co-operatively balancing synergetic organization.
Eggs are sensitive to co-gravitational pressure
and have bilaterally limited tolerance levels for speed of climatic change,
which interact with their relative temperatures,
temporal sense of internal heat and exterior cold,
breathing in and out,
slower warm and faster cold.
Maybe I am lost in the forest of your analogizing
but sounds more like you are co-arising
well-composted ego in these eggs.
And, this shell sounds like a scientific eco-paradigm,
with some seriously revolutionary boundary issues,
mutually incompatibility building up a defensive perimeter,
anti-inductive while pro-deductive
of in-formation dissonance
protecting internal design process,
even language and enculturation,
secluding indigenous specialists to research within,
Still not seeing the Tao in this egg,
or co-arising incubator,
or whatever whenever
If Yang is the power of yolked formation,
while Yin is bilateral-squared flow and function
of ecologically positive octave-frequency nutrients,
regeneratively composting embryonic fractal forms
of RNA/DNA-rooted teleological function,
then which is this full-colored economic health-yolk
and which is this transparent ecological webbish white,
and is it healthier if they tango gracefully,
or tangle bad karmically?
OK, yes, now I see the taoist, well-timed, egg.
This begins to feel like egg-cooking class for a vegan.
An embryo is a "budh",
if you are a conscientific Buddha-brain
and a "bud"
If you imagine your Left brain ego-identification
as your egg's DNA yolk-center
being fed most eco-nutritiously
by your RNA-inclusive
SuperEco Right-Only Bilateral
TransParenting cultural fuel-power
of yin binomial light squared = c-squared
= e-squared prime-relational Wisdom,
that might be how a post-millennial eco-scientist
and nondually bicamerate incarnation,
as co-regenerative enlightenment.
So, we are all economic scientists balancing ego-logical
as eco-normative systems.
Homo Bicameral Sapiens as EcoNomists.
But, because Yang (+) ego/eco-bodies
are dipolar incarnations
of Yin's transparently co-arising eco-soul intention,
Yin is Yang equivalent only as squared,
as well as either-or,
or dipolarly frac-taled,
like RNA strings of regenerating in-metaphysic-formation,
[prime root of "polynomial"]
Right intuitive fractal-octave frequency harmonic
in RNA/DNA's spacetime natural co-arising systemic consciousness.
Wow, dude, that's some really esoteric shit you've been smoking!
Left-yolks just bangin' gracefully away
TransParently flowing evolutionary information
of eco-conscientific revolutions.
but sticking with generic embryonic Left-brain beginnings,
embryonics, genetics, metaphysics,
a bicameral Taoist ego language developer
might re-paradigm "esoteric" as "eco-terra"--
Earth's ecological syntax-normative
as ubiquitously displayed
in co-gravitated fractal-root tree structures
of healthy temporal-spatial cellular development,
emerging from aptic-universally transparent
appreciation of a more aptic-thru-synaptically inclusive
bicameral Right-unitarian with Left-universalist eco-consciousness.
Now you're saying we are a species of anonymous Buddhists,
and also Unitarian Universalists?
that "anonymous Christian" conjecture
by Hans Kung
really didn't get great reviews
from many multi-religious exegetes.
but Christianity is a theistically framed view
of our shared eco-consciousness,
our Original Story,
emerge naturally bilateral co-arising principles of shared consciousness
as self-proclaiming exegetical teleology
incarnating systematic theology;
an ecologic of Fuller's Universal Intelligence,
Yang-Form with Yin-Function, nondually unitarian,
assumes co-gravitational balance as transparent purpose
toward discerning ego-satisfactory meaning (and "meme"ing),
"Earth", and all DNA/RNA encrypted Earth Tribes
sharing a cooperative vocation
to balance our co-gravitational solidarity
with our thermodynamic eco-DNA/RNA harmonic default preference
for Win-Win mutual Yolk and White subsidiarity,
reverse-hierarchical governance eco-norms,
electromagnetic with elder webbed transparent nutrients
co-mentoring infant yolk.
I think more rainbowed folks
will like these yolks
but I'm not so sure our whites
will appreciate such co-arising/co-falling transparency.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
He came from a distant galaxy
On his way to planet Earth,
he stopped over to visit Mars
but didn’t like the atmosphere
No clubs, outdoor concerts or studios
and just a few microscopic life forms,
thus the audiences were rather sparse
They were rather small-minded as well
and did NOT appreciate his music…
He couldn’t stay here very long either
The Polaris Council advised him to leave
(Many other galaxies to visit ya know)
However, I MAY have some good news
There’s an outside chance he may return
When he thinks we are ready…
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015
did Freud know you as SuperEgo,
while others have know you as Mythic Wisdom
Holy Spirit of Sacred Synergy,
or sometimes just "ecobliss"
you are the reverse side with all the language skills,
does that not leave to you
only double focus Left's deductive resolutions
contrasting angry past synaptic
with fear of future death
as (-,-) co-synaptic,
a LoseLose game scenario
for both your EgoLeftYang
and my EcoRightYin-FractalSquare 4D?
Well yes Dear YinSquared
together we regenerate confluency,
and cognitive-affective dissonance
through our co-arising bicameral mindbody co-mentoring functions.
We so love to grow our mutuality
going back through uracil with cytosine
toward time function as space's 3D emergence
from timeless diastatically elational dual-dense
toward which each Loving PresentPresence
co-arisingly (0)-soul balances,
EgoYang with EcoYinRight MindBody,
love as positive sponge
submerging to cancel angry fears of ego's
false deductive-only fearful,
negative-elational despairing, conclusions
as not-yet-fully comprehensive ecoconsciousness
as YangYin temporal spacetime balance
researching deductively-informing mindbody ecosystems
to regenerate our.inductive-exforming bodymind eco-binomial
universally interdependent PresentPresence CoMemory
of Time's ReVolutionary Great UnFolding Moments
of dancing humane egostar creation story song,
each a holonic piece of time's full polycultural
polypathic great Pre thru PostFolding Story.
There is something about DNA syntaxed regenerative memory
that is Earth-erotic,
not in a nasty incestuous way
but more of a warm bicameral baptismal full mindbody way,
full mindbody EarthTribe Consciousness.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
The warm light calls me
And all the people who cries for thee
I raise my hand in this abyss
Only to make one wish
To float among the others
With all my sisters and brothers
I call out for forgiveness with passion
I take their pain into myself for this occasion
The moment that I see the sky
I will not look back and cry
My body is laying still
People standing by it with a chill
The air gets dense with sadness
I would not think of it less
Some people look up and down
To see the light hit the ground
Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see
One soul that has been and always be
It is special to notice such aberration
And that might be how souls are awaken
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
I'd like you to meet my Uncle Joe
He's the vegetable of our family.
That is, if we listen to statistics.
According to them, the experts,
Since Joe didn't die by the age of five
He is now a vegetable.
Well! We wish every family
Could have vegetable like ours;
On that walks, talks
And has given us many years
Of pure pleasure and
More love than we'll ever deserve.
How many vegetables do you know
That give the world's best hugs
And tell you every day you are beautiful?
How many vegetables do you know
That pray for you every day?
How many vegetables can crack you up
By misquoting old sayings-
"You can lead a horse to water
But you can't make him stand on his head"?
Yes, we are extremely fond of our vegetable
He's been in our family
Over 50 years and although
He is pretty spoiled rotten by now
As vegetbles sometimes
Become after a time
We plan to keep him around for fifty more!
Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2012
Said King Solomon to Jonathon,
"Think of helium
as saturating the eggwhite understory
of this immense Earth-atmosphere
egg-incubator sack of hydrogen-saturated
wet air breathing in heat and light co-informing
to breathe out teleological
and permaculturally multisystemic
meaning and purpose
for further co-operative becoming."
son of bicameral love,
"I think of billowing cumulous clouds
our ballasting clear blue sky,
like "death" and "life" are just human individuation-language
for Eco's recycling RNA-syntax and beauty and health,
King Solomon co-prehended,
"This Life is our encultured Time,
and Time's natural evolutionary
and revolutionary purpose
rather than human nature's anthrocentric language
of meaning as co-inspiring intent."
"If that were true
what could this mean
for you and me?"
with some immediate concerns
about the evolution of our human race toward
naturally cooperative ecological culture,
and could it ever explicate our cooperative vocational
for each day,
the sacred co-operative co-arising value of each life,
human and otherwise,
each bionic form
with self-optimizing regenerative
slow-positive evolutionary growth abundance
with polyparadigmatic eco-cosciousness,
with multisystemic CQI therapeutic standards
for both deductive/inductive balanced values,
digitally QBit trend (-,-) Win-Win double-binding binary,
analogically biologic as ecological economics and
Earth Rights political optimization power,
much less tglbq old and young minority-identified people's rights
not to be climatically and chronically bullied
by overly-commodified-quantified dis-eco-normic
with high risk of failure to thrive.
Empathetically responded King Solomon,
"With Our exegetical care of eco-consciousness
as health and wealth of wisdom,
and interdependent assets v. liabilities,
we emerge more free
to discern those nutritionally meaningful positive-organic outcomes
most likely to enrich our ego-eco balancing polycultural identity
as binomially orthopracticing vocationers."
"That both does and does not sound
concerned Jonathon's mind of bilateral Time-squared
as interior landscape enlightenment,
bicameral information processing/producing/consuming
neurally balanced rational-intuitive
Universalistic syntax-system messages and language
with comprehensively Unitarian eco-consciousness intent.
"How are Our co-arising environmental opportunities
and competitive risks,
and my own endosymbiotically responsive opportunities
and dissonating risks
co-derived, co-discerned, co-redeemed, co-mentored
in this here as now?"
asked King Solomon
"Cooperatively co-arising economics
and ecological multisystemic therapy, design, and development
are not new eggs;
they are elder network-nests re-membering"
enlightened Jonathon's imagination.
"Eco-normic values are old RNA eggs
in a more recently ego-centric DNA nest
of stringing rings of Trees commodifying Life's Time."
"Cooperative co-arising economics and ecologic"
King Solomon analogized
"are my Right-Brain having her post-feminist
after a long reign of dominatrix
by an overly Yang-Left deductive-reductive
exegetical enculturation of history
as Win-Lose symbiotic dipolar evolution
by slow strangulation of all losers,
while ignoring deductive logic's
prime Eulerian Dynamic Function
in a 4 equivalent-dimensional Game Theory Dipolar-Balancing Corollary:
transpose already existing Golden Rule Culture
into full-octave RNA syntax
inclusive of all Earth's Beloved Life-Tribes."
who always had to have the last word
for reason which continued to escape him,
"I think a wiser King would use fewer words
and sing only the best psalms."
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
I watched the penguins woddle along,
On cold-hard ice; where they belong.
From water to land, they scurried around,
Flapping their feet on frozen ground.
Herds of them were standing still,
Settling down to a long cold chill.
Mother passes her egg to father carefully;
Knowing he'll care for it, so, naturally.
He'll protect it from the harsh-cold nights,
In a warm snug pouch away from sight.
For mother must find many fish to catch,
While father stays until it is hatched.
Long-dark days of Winter will change to Fall,
Returning mother, with, her familiar call.
Such a sweet sound for father's ear,
Ending another, long-cold Winter year.
Giving father penguin a much needed break,
For their chick is born and fully awake.
With such a huge urge to quickly eat,
Yes, many tasty meals of fresh, fish-meat.
Copyright © Carol B Tyre | Year Posted 2007
There was this science teacher at my high school. One of those idiots who had to kiss his boss’ ass to get ahead. One of those insecure fools who would be far more suitable working in a lab with a microscope up his nose so far his eyes might begin to bulge out, or maybe even at Walmart.
Anyplace other than a school, subjecting poor kids to his nonsense.
So, the incompetent butt kisser somehow won Teacher of the Year. What a joke! The students got together, held a makeshift summit and devised a plan, one that would make school history.
Since Billy’s mom worked as a janitor, she had one of those “good” keys. He yanked it from her one night when she slept soundly thanks to the Ambien Katie stole from her mom’s medicine cabinet. It's a good thing Katie’s mama never watched the PSAs.
The night of the award ceremony, everyone got into position, and nodded to each other. Mr. Idiot Science Teacher approached the podium to accept his award. The administration clapped with cheesy smiles plastered on their idiot faces.
Then, down poured the eggs, “Carrie style." Nearly 1,500 of them, courtesy of Jared’s grandpa’s farm.
A week later, we learned Mr. Idiot Science teacher retired. He was twenty seven.
Yesterday I stopped by Walmart to pick up some milk and eggs. Standing behind the register...the retired science teacher. As I walked away, I glanced down at the carton, thankful he didn’t work in the hunting department.
Copyright © Natalie The Rogue Rhymer | Year Posted 2012
The night air made her feel tired
As she looked out side all the fences were wired
In the distance she hears crowds yelling
As she was to young to know they were rebelling
Father she asked where are we going?
Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking
Mother yelled in the night air
Father gave out a blank stare
They yelled run my princess run as far as you can
As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran
She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide
She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died
As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard
A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd
My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know
Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow
Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance
A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence
Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice
She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice
Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost
She knew it will take burden on her at a cost
But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out
Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt
My Story Telling Together In A Strange World
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
“God bless us all when the door is shut behind us,
only then will we breathe our first breath,
from the long dream…”
Forging past the indisputable summit onto the
shelf of the perfect medium (ah, ‘tis noble here!)
he sits, contemplating his balance. He does not sweat.
The winds breath breaks upon his predestined neck,
bestowing the gift of lily white scent upon a lapel that’s
stiff, yet pliable – just stiff enough. A 72 degree sun
shines its neutrality, (fueling his desire for nothing at all,
just the concept of sun giving heat, like a heartbeat,
unnoticed in its certainty) upon his stagnant face.
He is wearing his favorite pants (soft, worn jeans with
a little give, but not enough so that he forgets to hold
in his stomach), and from the ample pocket, he takes
an apple. It is a Red Delicious. Not quite living up to its
name, but unassuming and secure in its redness – he eats.
It’s not the best apple he’s ever had, but its good enough.
The vultures, native to this coveted desert waste circle,
vying for the core of his Non-Delicious, yet edible fruit.
And as he Bites into the last white taste of just fine, a glint
of sunlight flashes briefly – like infinity within dreams,
off of the vultures black eyes. And all at once he knows –
everything is. The death birds orbit the terracotta desert
peek (red and inviting in its dry and unforgiving reality),
the bird turns away so fast after catching his eye,
he forgets that he’d ever seen its pulsing recognition.
The forgettable sunset mollifies him - sedates him,
pacifying his every forgettable non-movement.
It is then, when the last dripping light of day descends
behind the obvious rock mount; the definite edge
of darkness falls. Shadows creep slowly and quickly
across the terrestrial rock spine, (engulfing its redness
in its totality) leaving just the remnants of burgundy
skin between yellowing teeth, and a deafening black desert.
As the sound of raucous wings and ripping jeans dominates
the guttural desert - the vultures take their coveted prize.
*Reposted for Deborah's Something Wicked This Way Comes, Wickedness Contest. :)
Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009
Let’s say the number 1
iconically speaks in Left-Yang Universal Language,
root of ecosystemetrics,
while PlaceHolder (0)
bicamerally dreams in Right-YinDiPolar ReGenerative PolyCultural Action,
health-flow of autonomic, enthymematic thought and awareness
influenced by feelings of EarthCentric BiCameral Consciousness
as Plan A,
so number 1 is actually each Ego’s Plan B holon of (0),
DNA/RNA root systemic to fractal-dialectic square root
nature-spirit nondual function.
Yes, OK, you just said that,
all of that,
not for the (0) or first time, and…?
I am listening for resonant resolving echoes
across all multisystemic,
polydigms of full-hued health enculturation trends
of cooperative redistribution of investments,
applied to climatic change outcome analysis
for Great Transitional Cooperative Network ecotherapeutic planning,
for both Interior YinYin Landscape harmonic rhythms
and Exterior Yang political and economic
as ecological Left+Right Prime (0) Relational Balance
Oh, so you’re a Taoist now that you’re a ghost.
Yes, but continuing my work in permaculture design
and political-economic cooperative development,
especially now that you have access to Game and Group
Your saying syllable strings doesn’t mean they are words
with any shared meaning for us mere mortals.
Yes, and making up words and labels for things
based on what we seem to both see and hear
with mutual resonance
also doesn’t necessarily mean
these are not words with nondually shared potential meaning.
Why do you sound like you have merged with Lewis Carroll?
Anyway, how is your message going so far?
Any hot prospects for going viral?
Or have you been cast in the role of Horton
not available to the rest of us kangaroos?
Anthros are already quite viral enough,
no aspersions to those with too many Trump cards,
in relationship to Earth’s future health,
including all currently wavering ecosystems of air,
and contaminated, dehydrating, drained of health soil.
Fire appears to be not only progenitor of human culture
but also our destiny for future generations,
those who don’t drown that is,
or die of ballistic wounds sprayed too freely
by rabid monoculturally unhealthy mindbodies,
raging dualdark anger and fear
of regenerate EarthTime’s fragile Anthro Identities,
of regenerating healthier global active hope enculturation.
Can you give some examples of what you might mean
by healthier active hope enculturation?
Yes. Thank you.
Cooperative ownership and governance structures have proven to retain resilience,
health-survival values and mindbody maintenance norms,
especially when cooperative vocations
are part of a more polycultural political and economic cooperative network
with health-regenerative intent.
Active hope chooses to not wait for Interior mindbody balance perfection
of therapeutic potential
before committing to a proactive family and/or neighborhood participation orthopraxis.
Active hope does not wait until Exterior Landscapes are more cooperative-friendly
to search for ways to daily and monthly and yearly build and maintain healthier Interior Landscapes.
Endo and ecto symbiosis work best together,
unitarian both-and exploring tipping points with either-or universalists.
Oops, I think we just heard from one of your historic background.
Yes, the systematic parallels between Universalist power structures
balancing Unitarian-Yin integral bilateral equi-flow
of time’s health regenesis evolution
is a very old horse.
distinctions of word dance remain important more for PreMillennials
than for any PostMillennial merit of segregation.
Yet their tones and cultural histories are quite disparate.
As are ours,
yet why is it not at least as significant
to explore how these paradigms overlap,
share a nature-ecosystemic map,
have evolved analogous ecological balancing dynamics and functions
within their respective Western and Eastern hemispheric dominance?
To this day I feel UU vocation toward my/our active-hope Truth
speaks through my Left mind
as Taoism speaks through my Right body,
co-mentoring our shared bicameral ecoconsciousness,
Earth as antro-other (0), as Plan A
and ego-self (1), as Plan B core prime teleology
of becoming and sustaining healthy regenerativity.
You do realize you have merged with Julian Jaynes as well?
Yes, Julian and Martin with his Beloved Community rhetorical events,
and Thomas Kuhn always cautioning us about incommensurable knowledge
across the arc of polyculturing time,
we resonate and resolve our tinctures and tones and colors of syntax
Thanks so much to all of your Earth ghost guild visiting today,
next time would you mind knocking before entering?
I did knock,
when I left no unpublished thought.
I see your (0) PlaceHolder Point.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
The Wonderful Magnet
The magnet is a wonderful thing, as it is
made from iron extracted from the ground
becoming a magnet from it's magnetic
properties from the Earth, being buried over
centuries it has become vital to man.
with the abilities to attract metal and also
repel metal with a different polarity, as
like poles repel and unlike poles will attract
this amazing piece of iron can be used in
various products: generators, motors and
may even be the solution to anti-gravity
and propulsion of space vehicles that could
travel to distant planets and beyond, back
in earlier times people believed the magnet
may be a creation of the Devil, as being a
material capable of pointing North, a form of
scourcery or even witchcraft, where in actual
fact it was science, used in the creation of the
compass, something that every boy scout
would use in camping, and many other uses today.
Copyright © John Ginesi | Year Posted 2013
Drugs have no reason,
no souls, no conscience. Their
compound ingredients innocently
get into human hands from trees,
weeds, roots...only later to be joined
together like Frankenstein's body parts.
It is us humans who determine
whether we want to create crack,
sleeping pills, heroine, Actal,
Let's stop blaming the innocent drugs,
and instead blame ourselves for the drugs
we come up with....
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
ABUJAS TIME MACHINE
We do recall the day Abuja
arrived in a strange flying machine
claimed to have created da ding..
landed at the caffe near..
our lecture halls...
Abuja took some permanent markers-
wrote some gibberish on the wall..
alluding to a malfunction of his-
time machine..the professor came
out to witness crazy Abuja antics
Abuja enters the caff e.. snatches
a newspaper from a lady..eating
chicken... Bujas claimed he could via..
his time machine read the next
months newspaper... abuja predicts-
the funny part..he is a bomb expert
now...trying to stop one from going
kaboom.. in the near future.
according to Bujas as hes fondly named
the machine would stop ze bomb from...
going kaboom..ze future is here bombs-
have gone kaboom but none where...
bujas stood, we are safe bujas neutralized
the kaboom...from ze terrorist..
and to you who will make ze time machine
know our abujas has already traveled
to the future.. we not sure we like him..
messing our future..bujas-
Hopping on his machines the wrong way...
did a hair rising crazy stunt... did i see
a television chute in his contraption...
he flew back to wherever he comes from
its undisputed bujas is crazy,
but its not disputed hes very intelligent..
Mwanoo young buja..
the crazy inventor of our time..
Abuja of the time machine fame..
Abuja - the proffesa frowned....
and ordered us back to our lecture
halls... who knows what he do next..
Lewis k Nyaga
Copyright © LEWIS NYAGA | Year Posted 2015
I have been finishing up Sacred Economics during this time of fall harvest and thanksgiving. I have enjoyed this read especially as I add in vocabulary and analogy from my background in Permaculture Design and Community Development.
Eisenstein's economics of a more beautiful world
follows the ecologic of health,
like a richly embryonic egg-yolk
pulls its developmental compost
from ecologically balanced,
gooey to more scientific-reductive touch,
So, this gives me cause for regenerative thanksgiving,
in this Earth-optimizing time
of Co-Falling and Co-Arising Harvest.
One illustration, my additions in brackets:
"The money [health] system we have today
is the manifestation of the scarcity mentality
that has dominated our civilization
[and threatened our wilderness Commons]
When that mentality changes,
the money [health] system will change
to embody a new [eco]consciousness.
In our current [competitively unhealthy] money system,
it is mathematically
impossible for more than a minority of people
to live in abundance,
because the money [health and beauty] creation process
[yet also struggles with]
systemic [economic and political power] scarcity.
One man's [Yang-power] prosperity
is another man's [Yin-flow/function] poverty."
the prosperous man's reverse-co-falling flow/function yin-poverty issue
Co-arising with co-falling abundant thanksgiving-it-forward harvest
of eco-centric consciousness.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Hate is a geography
A floating continent really.
It spends most of its time
In the Far East (the Orient)
And moves west with the sun
To nourish its flowers and vines.
Its beasts will forever feed on your indignities
Catholic and otherwise.
Like every continent
Its got its rat eat rat cities.
The legal apparatuses
are always unhinged
And points towards
The punishment of the sleepless.
the Catholic way
The endless sport
With no true winners
In the mind of the guilty.
Only you have declared
The residents of this town
A city of peasants
Who spend their time in church
Or behind a typewriter,
Computer and spewing
All vile and forgotten things
From the outdated theater of
Black and white ideas.
All with the grace of apes.
A city of apes
Whose lone desire
Is to break the backs of their youth
And be forgiven in a Sunday confessional.
Their backs were to be broken forward so
they can always bend at the foot of the cross
Of the holy
And rotting corpse.
As one great writer put it
“Does Christ ever get tired of bleeding?”
Though you have declared the rock n’ roll soul can heal anything
A dubious claim if you ask me,
As long as you can escape this city
And find a natural home
In another town where depravity
And sex flourishes.
But sooner or later
This continent will sink below the waterline
Until the next great
Copyright © Matthew Abuelo | Year Posted 2016
Aliens DO exist and they are observing us guys
The way we interact with each other
What advice do you think they would give us
Would they throw up their hands in disgust
And say, “it's no use... people of earth, you just don't get it!”
Or would they see hope for us and offer to help
Perhaps they've gone through similar “growing pains”
Wherever they come from
And wish to share their experiences with us
At my advanced age, I hope I live long enough to see that day
To suggest that we are alone in the universe
Is absolutely absurd and beyond my comprehension
There are billions upon billions of other galaxies
With billions upon billions of other worlds like ours
To assume otherwise
Is UTTERLY, UTTERLY, PREPOSTEROUS!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
Stuff Made of Angels and Demon
I am just a spirit that roams freely
I grab so much waste it is filthy in mouths alone
The soul burning and dripping with stench
Oozing with rapid decay things do not last in my world
Sharp talons of unbearable piercing grip
The rust that falls from what we throw away
Gushing in our streams of hate and desire
Does not belong in the world of the living
Shunned by goals of wealth and thieves
Comes the point of no return covered in soil
Then comes the light with warmth comes growth
Handling stuff gently through history a glory of faith
Down come white feathers that smite greed
People run to grab not needs they grab wants
The light burns all that grabs wants that is Stuff
In and out of haste flying in between people
Comes more than what they can see
Protecting them from the demons that are objects
Stuff that draws them in angels tugs and pulls them away
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2015
In a distant galaxy, there exists a planet called Nubria. It's
a frozen planet - it has been frozen for the past a million
years and counting.... Somewhere in the planet exists
a city called Aura, believed to be founded by Aurora,
goddess of knowledge. Its sky scrapers are so tall,
such that oxygen has to be pumped to the furthest floors
at the top. In case of an invasion, the architectural marvels
camouflage, resembling snow and ice. The city dwellers
are blue-skinned beings - they got their color from their
closest blue star. Their planet rotates around it. Secrets
of the Universe are well preserved in their libraries,
which use holograms instead of books. Mediums and clairvoyants
claim we are not ready to meet them. "We are so destructive
to be trusted with Aura's knowledge," they say.
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Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2015
Nobody really knew of their existence
until the year 2626
Prior to that year it was merely speculation
From an old scientist's bag of tricks
Lutus does not lie in the habitable zone of its star
Yet it is habitable
Hot and not very far
A mega super star
Sitting in the dark corners of the massive Milky Way
Nobody ever thought that we would see this day
Our predecessors had always talked about extraterrestrials
As little green men
Or horrifying monsters sitting in what looks like a lion’s den
Riding in flying saucers
But those people were double crossers
What we sighted
Were nothing like men
And were unlikely monsters
As if God wanted to shield humanity from its doom
Aliens approaches with a boom
They were worm like chimeras
With one thousand legs
Or was it feet
Looking for meat
They emerged from their colonies
That looks like a gigantic cocoon
Lying deep in a sea of water about the size of a lagoon
Glowing with bright light
We humans prepared for a fight
We fires on targets with our sophisticated weapons
The aliens simply multiplied in seconds
Right before their eyes
We flew to the skies
Because there was no where to hide
And we had lost our pride
We flew away with our rocket boots
And made away with all our loots
To our spacecraft
A masterpiece of technology
But of that age it was an apology
The Lutus D 9 2700
With rock samples and specimens of skin of the worm monsters
What are they made of?
It is hard to tell
But seeing the way they rebel
It is obvious Lutus is hell
Aliens vomited a strange yellowish substance
Some damage the ship and caused resistance
We left our robot guards to contend with them
As we watched from a distance
What are these simple beings?
That looks like earthly serpents that caused us fleeing
With an enormous strength and size
I saw it swallow up our space mobiles before it flies
They retreat to undisclosed location in the black sea
We dropped a nuclear device and made Lutus history
Intending the total annihilation of the entire worm race
But the more we killed the more these worms full the place
A midst the mushroom cloud
The next nuclear explosion sounded loud
Worms multiplied by asexual union
Army of aliens now over ten thousand billion
We have no other alternative than to abandon mission
This was a very hard decision
For me to take
But it was taken
To avoid internecine before I wake
And a nightmare that took place in Lutus’ black lake
Copyright © Olusegun Akanbi | Year Posted 2010