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Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?

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Thats a sin

A whole new twist to the same old story
Evil scientist in their laboratories
Creating monsters that live in the night
I often reflect on mankind's plight
As mankind drifts further from his soul
We seek things to fill the hole
The path of lies forever bends
Truth is straight and narrow my friends
As I see it getting bent in every way
I simply find myself compelled to pray
What will become of our sons and daughters
Will their souls be led to slaughter
As scientist seek out another way
To disprove what the bible has to say
Trillions spent in search of a ghost
Another theory of true reproach
Rainbow stars now fill the skies
I wonder what is hidden inside their lies
We can now place a robot up on Mars
But can't help the drunk at the local bar
Trillions more spent on a new space station
But we can't feed the hungry right here in our nation
Seems to me before we go further conquering space
We should maybe try to help out the human race
Our quest for knowledge has drove us insane
We are now so smart we don't use our brain
Our nation was founded "In God We Trust"
Our government says "Let it be covered in dust"
Even this lowly creature up out of the pen
Knows in his heart that thats a sin

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Half-Lit Moon

Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,

Speaking to lovers held in each other’s arms.
Answering questions of science to some,
Floating around spreading blessed charms,
Listening close at times, hearing a hum.

Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by,
Sweet serenity and magical mystery,
Others entranced with secrets, which fly.
From words written and spoken in history.

Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same.
Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame.
These tales have spread so many games.
This object seen most nights has no shame.

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Lines Life and our Faith in God

Lines Life and our Faith in God

Is it possible to divide lines?
Which are of numerous types and kinds,
Like life, which always appear in different,
Forms, colors, shapes and types.

But when all these types and kind of lines disappears,
Covering the sheet of darkness,
What is left is only a tiny dot,
Which has no end and has no beginning.

From a tiny dot only life and every thing began one day,
And in a tiny dot every thing would vanish one day,
Leaving no lines of any kind bold or thin,
On the sands of time,
What would ultimately be left, as the last impression,
Would only be a tiny dot, much smaller than the rolling tears of eyes.

The Universe also started from a dot,
Even all universes and galaxies, stars and planets,
Started from a dot created by God,
And every thing ultimately would vanish,
One day in the darkness of a dot, like black hole,
About which we almost know nothing,
Except that every thing including the earth, planets, stars,
Even our body and mind and its high rising aims and ambitions
Would ultimately get lost in the magnetic darkness of the 
Black hole, which is nothing but another form of a dot.

The creative and destructive power of the dot,
Is right before us in the form of a computer,
Which builds, learns and teaches every thing,
Starting and ending from tiny tiny dots,
And places before us humans and nature,
Animals and creatures, in their true forms, except
They do not breathe, love and hate like humans.

But humans are close to create a new dot,
Tomorrow it would breathe and talk, 
It would think and walk and may also love and hate
And may be, it would start creating,
New types of humans and may start thinking himself one day,
As our new Creator or a new God.

I pondered, wondered and imagined,
What would happen, when this new God,
Would have a small amount of some power in his hand
And may become a new God for those,
Who do not believe in our faith and in our Almighty God,
As even a small amount of the power of creation and destruction,
May blind the weak humans to start thinking himself as the new God.

In such a situation, all lines of all types may disappear
For ever from us, which has so far, 
Saved us from the total disappearance of our existence,
And has brought up like a child in every religion and faith,
So that we may flourish and bloom like his Nature
And may adore Him as,
Our faith or God or as our strong and bold Dot,
Which always loves us a lot.


Kanpur India     13th June 2006

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Scientist atop Mountain

I stood at the top of the mountain
Giddy, grinning— panting like a fiend
And thought of O2 sat., 
Polyporphyrin rings

And, in time, I thought of bottomlessness,
Half-filled glasses 
Stars exploding through the ineffable blackness

And thought, underneath it all,
What’s the vastness even mean?
I began climbing slowly down from the ego of my dream 

And asked 
What for?
Nothing more
But a flag stuck in the ground?
To calculatingly defy gravity 
As it mercilessly tugs us down?

And then I wondered, ponderously:
Am I a prophet
Or a god?
Is there a defined mind to our brain? 
Dimension to our façade?

A man behind the curtain?
A voice within the sky?
An ultimate time and place?
An adequate answer to “why?”    

I sat on the mountain, tortured
Like the archetypally wise
And knew then that all life’s purpose 

Had been imparted through desperate lies.

Note to those not familiar with Biochemistry: 
The first stanza refers to hemoglobin's decrease in oxygen affinity in response to high altitude/ low atmospheric pressure. This is accomplished through the molecule's allosteric conformation change. Hemoglobin's molecular structure consists of a porphyrin ring.  

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When The Sun Sets

When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.

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I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.

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Silence can deceive                                        
One's quiet to understand
Another to destroy

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A Long Cold-Chill

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.

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Don't Disturb The Hive

Run, jump, scream, duck, dodge and leap 
Try to stay on your running feet 
Honey in the hive 
The bees are alive 
Run, jump, scream, don't fall and leap!

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' Patricia Adams - An Alaskan Light ... '

She, Of The Cosmic Essence
Aware Of A Power
Aware Of A Presence
And Aware Of The Need For Our
Desire To Rise Higher
… and Higher
To Our Optimum Height
Patricia … You Are Like The Alaskan Lights
Those Northern Flares and Colors In Cold Night 
Floating Dreams, So Mesmerizing
Patricia, Brings It To Her Poetic Themes
Such Are The Verses She Shares To View
And Reading Them, She's Showing You
Her Cosmic Essence Insight
Oh Patricia, You’re An Alaskan Light …
So, Keep Reaching, Keep Speaking … and Write !

For The Girl, Who Shared A Comfy, Snug Book Read
On One Of Her Snowy Days … (Via Her Poem- ‘Autumn’s Passing’ 
Also - Your Poem ‘Journey’ is One)
See … It Brought Back Some Wonderful Memories To Me …

                   Your Poet-Friend,
                           The  MoonBee

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' Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

           Understanding A
       Metaphysical Moment …
       … Nature’s Mysteries

                 This Haiku is for:
       The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))


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I awoke in an icy hot sweat, Fearing;
Oooahwa, hovered over me, Sneering.
Had no shape, had no form, Amazing;
Out of his mouth his words, Blazing.
His fiery words burnt into my soul
Oooahwa to me his life did scroll.
I nod my head as I understand, Aching;
I'm scared to death my body's, Shaking.
Oooahwa breathes,lifeless breath,Giving;
Those around him,lifeless death, Living.
Oooahwa,no respect for dying.bravely
Those who knew said he died, knavely.
The ghastly darkness of his soul Reaching
His audible silence,to me keeps Preaching
Oooahwa's ominous silhouette Teaching
His hellish hand on my soul,was Bleaching
All of a sudden my mortal mind reeling
My arms,legs,and body dead,no feeling.
He awoke in an icy hot sweat, Fearing:
I hovered over him Sneering; Yes SNEERING

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' A Metaphysical Moment ...'

‘ A  Metaphysical  Moment ’

A Metaphysical Moment
Electrifying To The Touch
Breathless, Thru The Clouds
Can My Heart, Take So Much

… Can My Eyes Endure
All This Vision, I See
Can Voice, Even Speak
Over Roaring of This Sea

… Can Ear Even Listen
When I Am Flying So Free
Soaring, So True With You and
Metaphysical Moment and Me …

A Metaphysical Moment
Will I Ever Understand
This Mystery of Our Universe
The Mystery of Woman and Man …

(And I End This with an Haiku for
The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno and
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))

Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

          Understanding A
      Metaphysical Moment …
      … Nature’s Mysteries

Metaphysical (definition) as an adjective:

Metaphysical of early 17th Century Poetry
Relating to the poetic style of John Donne,
George Herbert and other early 17th Century Poets
Who used consciously intellectual language
And elaborate metaphors that compared things

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Our Trusting Landlord

This earth
Oh what a curious thing to perceive
Existing within its home, the Universe
A unique, rare and aqueous marble 
With a lifespan well surpassing our own
We call it our home, but it is only for rent
Things will begin to change 
Humanity will try resist
We are in a system that has long been set in motion
A plan that we cannot stop
What a faction of false hope
A color stained in negativity
Greed, Money, Power, Politics
Oh what a sly plan
A thorn stabbed in the lions paw
Our advantage taken against an orb in suffering
This trusting earth
Telling a secret
Our society
Screaming it to the world  

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Flower Power

The pistil and the stamen
stood upright and waiting
for the bee.
Honey, can you pollinate me?

The wisteria pods burst
on the cicada's feet
as off it flew
to more vines so sweet.

Every day
within the play
of insect and plant,
sex provides the wonder
of evolution's dance.

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The Hunger Games-Poem

Enter the arena
Buckle down


A gong sounds
We're off

The Hunger Games have begun!

Blades of swords and knives crash
Arrows whizzing.

Run. run, run
Away from the cornacopia!

Blood splatters, staining the earth
Bodies splayed on the ground

Some survive
Others die right off hand

Only one left to be the VICTOR!
Welcome to The Hunger Games!!!!

This is based on a very good book called The Hunger Games (well good in my 
opinion). This future distopian science-fiction novel is about future North America. 
The Capitol is a very dictator-like establishment and starve their citizens then throw 
them into the hunger games, a fight to the death on live television.

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Catching Fire- Poem

This poem is inspired by the second book in The Hunger Games Series. Warning- Contains 

Sparks aflame
Fire and rage spread
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to run!

The capitol want's revenge!
They will do anything to get it.
Back into the arena I am sent
Pitting Peeta and I against each other.

A marriage proposal
never to be fufilled
they tricked us
It will never happen.

I have to go on
a twist in the story
Tick,tock,tick, tock
The arena is a clock

All living tributes 
taken out of the arena
a official is secretly a rebel
wanting to overthrow the capitol

But where is Peeta?
No where to be found
Caputured in the hands of the capitol
I must save him!

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We take it for granted.
What we've all been handed.
This wonderful opportunity that is...


And when we finally notice
we take it all in with no focus
spinning in circles blind without a purpose
feeling lost with no where to run
in the vastness of the world
a web that has been spun
for who?

For us?
How can that be?
We are so tiny.
In this universe we are but a dot.
Among the innumerable stars we are unable to spot.

But to understand the macro scope,
Look under a microscope.
To see the bizarre,
How big we really are.


We are all made of the same stuff.
Look around,
Everything is like us.
Look at some quantum theory.
Everything is made of atoms,
Now look a little closer,
And what is in between?
The vastness that is...

You are mostly empty space,
And not just you,
The universe too.
It's all made of...

It may be big,
But so are you.
All you need to do,
Is change your point of view.
We put so much value on things we know to be true.
Things we created,
To understand what we thought was complicated,
But are in fact non-existent;
In fact gravity,
Is just a theory,
We created to try to understand what surrounds us.
The universe doesn't know calculus.

We try to understand the big picture,
Looking for answers so we know what to wish for.
But you have all the answers,
It's in your genetic makeup,
You just need to wake up,
And realize that you are big.
As big as this universe.

Everything was created equal because of one thing...
We are made of nothing.

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Over Energy Transfer

Fact none the less science has proven
That forms of energy does so change
Overly abundant is this synaptic spark
Power be contained in thus rotting shell
Only one knows thus where energy goes

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Science and Man's Destiny

The knowledge I have given man empowers him to chart his own destiny Will it be for his betterment or his detriment I can only wait and see

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Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
I've owned the power of 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
Created in the image of a 
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
the universe will correspond 
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 

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Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt

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Unifying Theories of Chemistry

Unifying Theories of Chemistry 

Plants react in synthesis
Stimulations sunlight
Breathing the winds causes
Through fluid chains
Reproducing flowering responses

And systematically chemistries
Drive in attractions of curiosity
Stranger love crushes
To your ignition sexual A-symmetry
Produces adrenaline's certain heat
And senses blood pounding

So photosynthetic initiates
The A.T.P. of chemical currency
Splits living links furthering
More simple to more complex
Colour element changing
Leaf green to red Anthocyanin

As well as a suntan
Skins concourse in molecules
Precipitates and reverberates
The bonded genome of D.N.A.
Creating myriad form
Tangent on thoughts
Even dreams
Evolve chemical reactions 

While sun by sea explodes
The light amino manifestation
Walks among trees
Respiring in cycles
Of exchanging formulations
Alchemy of oxygen’s infusing

And well with emotion
Binds its stanza’s of interpretation
Given word then
Another descriptions connection
To connection
By a star lights birth

Indivisible this “All” travels
Forth and back to a
Higher or lower osmotic pressure
And back and forth
Between lovers
As waves drawn to beaches
By the gentle pull
Of sands moon distracted
Infatuated affair
With the Earth

This chemistry of love
The chemical of life
Patterns intricate mazes
In a micro-cosmos
Of eternal meaning
And a baby
Is born

While the boundless eternity
Moves and collects
Responsive concurring
Dust mote intercepts
From wide eyes stares
Which interpret
A scene
Of its own manifest beauty

Even in tears of sadness
The ceretonine balances
To intercede with memories
Moments of happiness
The infinite qualification
Of chemical reaction
Clues us in
Yet again
To this fundamental



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Untitled #352 / Oh stars, even stars

Oh stars, even stars! Even the suns
whose undying light breathes life into all
countless mortal creatures across the universe,
whose sisters are their gods, whose risings set their clocks,
whose settings set ablaze the fire in their lovers’ eyes,
even they, even they are consumed
in the heartless Void!

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The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 

Jacob Reinhardt	

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Matter's Illusion

Matter's eternal
Not created nor destroyed
Endlessly it is.

Molecules combined
Created life's illusion
Serving no purpose

Life makes no matter
The burden of conscious thought 
purpose ever sought

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Science and Religion

My soul is Hindu...
My head is Islam...
My heart is Christian...
Every part of our body has various righteousness.

Every religion is teaching us the knowledge of humanity and love.
Truly religion gives us strong base of life and peace.

Similarly science means comprehensive knowledge.
Science is teaching us the knowledge of existence and prosperity.

Scientific religion is called spiritualism.
It's the historical contribution of science and religion.


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Logic and science

Through logic and science
One can even know Allah
And understand Him

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When Nature's Best Is Not At All That Good

The ecosystem’s perfect design
A providence of the Great Divine.
A holistic balance that should not fail
If well-taken-cared of by those that dwell.

The atmosphere was just enough
To sustain the living and its habitat.
Green vegetations were all around
And so the spring from underground.

The fish; the birds; and the beasts that creep
Are created good and none is least.
Among the creations that co-exist
There’s a complex being, he’s nature’s best.

The best of all is the soul called man
The exact resemblance of the Supreme One.
He was far superior intellectually
Than any on land or those at sea.

That he was groomed for stewardship
To decide what’s good for all the rest.
There was no contest – ‘twas a done-deal
Because the nature’s best could have done it well.

He holds the task all through his life
With a female aide he call her wife.
And to bear offspring to fill the earth
And pass the task right at each birth.

Then intellect has grown so deep
As the sons of men explored the earth.
They sought to change what God had made;
They no longer sheltered on trees and caves.

Then he built a shelter to house his home;
He decides the size and so the form.
Proud of his strength, he broke his back;
To down a tree or slice a rock.

The task he has he soon abused;
What he ought to keep he has destroyed.
The breach and misuse of privilege
Has complicated the life he lived.

The sticks and straws to build a fire
Are no longer fitted to man’s lifestyle
He has devised a modern tool
He has learned to mine and the use of coal.

With just a click he can have light
Or get some warmth on a winter’s night.
His innovation did not end up there;
He made the bomb and drew a scare.

Primeval woodlands that roofed the slopes
Have nothing left but rotten roots.
To the torrent rain the ground exposed;
would slide so soon, it cannot hold.

Man is unmindful to what will happen;
Of the ill-effects of his own doing.
Erosion comes and floodgates opened
Through quarrying and constant logging.

He invented plastic to wrap his stuff;
As food container or drinking cup.
Then threw away in haphazard;
It blocks the creeks and causes flood.

He’s become too lazy to walk a mile;
From his vibrant youth ‘til he retires.
Before a horse had took him there
But now a car that fumes the air.

Man’s toxic waste takes deadly toll;
It warmed the sky and bore a hole.
It melts the ocean’s ancient frost;
Augmenting tides in every coast.

There is no way man can sustain
From the catastrophe of climate change.
The pestilence it brought about
Crops are destroyed by flood or drought.

But man’s too dumb to understand
The come-uppance of what he’s done.
When the life he lives becomes a hell,
He blames on God of his ordeal.

All that has happened is a result;
Man lost his shelter and source of food.
And the grimmest wrath will soon unfold
When the nature’s best is not at all that good.

Date & Time of Writing:
August 19,2012
10:17 a.m - 11:32 p.m.

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Speculum Naturae Matris - Mother Nature's Mirror

Many tales encase mirrors
both glittering and new,
still the reflections portrayed
may become distorted by a single
crack thus one becomes many.
Light absorbed and then broken
in to an array of colour; many
smiles surround the boundless
room of Mother Nature’s good will.
The purest of white floats across
the bright blue sky,
like magical boats carrying
the very essence of innocence.
Then yet human nature is selfish
thus reflecting a darker side;
we all harbour inner demons that
manifest themselves, like the
sly virus created by man that
leaves a path of destruction
across and within nature’s niches.
But still Mother Nature forgives
for her resilience is beyond the
claws of man; She will remain even
when we are gone for day and night
are locked in an eternal cycle for
ever to be the mirror in to
which we peer in to her world.
Regardless of our selfish nature
She will always be heard whenever
we need teaching from wrong to right; 
her voice is always there in the 
form of eruptions from her fiery belly,
violent quakes from within her soul 
and almighty thunder from within 
her powerful lungs creating 
tornadoes and hurricanes alike.
Still Mother Nature is forgiving
but our inner demons continue to
shadow the mirror in to her world
thus we are destined to overstep
our limitations and end up trapped
in a whirlpool of denial and false

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Is This a Toll Call

We have hurled to heaven
a polished, golden disk
inscribed with symbols of our race.
And, night and day, we beam
a stream of radio waves to space.
We broadcast, in wide spectrum,
diffuse and scattered signals
from here to where(?).
We also listen, long and hard,
for whatever we may hear.
In our attempts to span the void,
what should we say to humanoid
or other minds that we might find?
Should we speak of rock; of crow of cock?
Of the once-fiery cores of stars -- collapsed
and denser now than densest stone?
Of light that's darker far than any
depth of night; of pulse; of tone?
Shall we speak of hair, and air? Of hints?
Of lava, seeped or spewed from vents?
Of sea-borne or of plains-born zephyrs?
Of hanging plant or swaying palm?
Shall we touch upon the calm
of thin, free ions strewn
through much of soupy space?
Shall we chat of heat and ice;
of energy unleashed? Of spark and flash;
of mean and nice -- of atom, or of Eve?
Shall we speak of cosmos and of bowers?
Of farm? Of flowers? Of yours and ours?
Of nothing? Of zero and of hero?
Of evil and of good?
Shall we talk of hate and haste;
of love; of taste -- below; above;
around? Of iron and of wood?
Or should we stick to lectures on
celestial navigation and our tools?
Can we talk? May we sing?
Will our phones ever ring
providing good connections,
bringing news that, pretensions
all aside, we're not the universe's
only singular and lonely fools.

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new aquatic species

       Science in all fascination has discovered a species aquatic 

  Theorizing this new yet old species remained hidden as Merman  

  only to live in secret at the oceans floor the mermaid a tribe indigenous 

  once said to be myth yet all proof and technology film does not lie 

  Tsunamis has given the ocean a true glance of the man with webbed hands

  The species communes with dolphins will be under a microscope to analyze  ?

    " The World is not ready to see what I have "  Jacques Cousteau ~

         to be entered in The Science contest ~

Details | Carpe Diem | |

Lucid Dream

Look upon city once known by name,
ruins that I called home, streets swallowed by flame,
in time alive shell not witness less of what should you understand,
reach on to hand of a stranger, scroll remain;
in signs that might be changing welcome,
different of a man.

When dawn awakes and there is no light,
upon dusk of man darkness will be spread by sight,
in time not different change will arise, life we thought you knew,
death would recognize.

Hearts will bound to King without a Crown,
why do mothers shed tears, echo rooted in the ground,
is there reason of a foolish wars, contracts written in blood,
new born babies died breathless, can't even appreciate the Sun,
don't deserve to live, not worth of the land,
existence will be scattered in ashes,
you will be remembered
by name.

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My Frozen Reflection, My Changed World

My tusks are sharp, like a warrior's spear.
I see clearly and only feel one thing, fear.
Frozen deep in this field of flattened glass,
I had to watch my unfulfilled dreams pass.
I have always known the snow covered land
that now morphs and changes behind my own,
Innocent eyes. But a weight of a stone, 
that can crush an entire army; then I remain alone.
I feel cold, my spirit sold,
lurking beyond me, rotten and old.
Out of reach, with so much to teach,
jerking to become free, begging for speech,
my young ones, my family shadows,
trapped behind a glacier of gallows,
The temporary apocalypse of merciless ice.
I wish I had warned them.

-Caroline Youngless

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The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

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Fantastic Delight

Ballistic travels
Collapsing apprehension
Milky Way of light 

written for
Sponsor ^Rick Parise 
Contest Name Haiku Beyond (Nature Only) 

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To Too Fast

Perplexed by the changes of technology so fast,
Maybe my mind will not manage or last.
If technology continues upon this speed,
Our personal minds we will never need.
When man no longer has any need for a mind.
That will be the end of all of humankind.

Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The Universal Question (for ^Rick Parise's 'The Universe' contest)

The Universal Question

What is all of this?
When did this happen?
How did I get here?
Where did I come from?
Who am I asking?

What should I do?
When will I know?
How can I tell?
Where do I go?

Who am I?
What are you?
When are we?

all else,


Details | I do not know? | |

If your not the part of the solution your the part of the problem

I’m from the hood where the politicians don’t do squat for the poor/  
I represent the modern day Black man/ 
The Black educated politician and activist that care about only one Damn 
thing when the stuff hit the fan! 
“They Damn Self!” 
It’s like a wise man once said “Never let the left hand know what the right 
hand do” meaning keep all of the right hands right and all of the left hands 
Ever since then the tradition has been eating off the next mans death/ 
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder whether I should go buy 
books or go buy a T.V,/Then again I wonder what’s wrong with these rap artists calling us
shoppers like we nothing!  
Then them same rap artist turn around and beg us to go buy they C.D/ 
“Buy Black Owned!!” 
“Keep the Money in the Hood!” 
That’s all you hear/ 
We tried and it went/ 
Now at the same time I’m behind in my rent/ 
I hate the usage of the word Negroes! 
But when I look at these new condos being built all around Harlem/ 
I realize Negroes got a problem/ The rent not affordable/  
They go do what they wanna do/ just to get Negroes out of Harlem/ 
What happened to all the great MALCOLMS, MARTINS, and MARCUS/ 
Cause all we got now is a bunch of fake FARRAKHANS, SHARPTONS 
and BARRAKAS!/ nah just kidding!Hopefully not my last hope BARAK 
OBAMA! But I wonder when it’s all go stop!/ 
Cause when I look at my peoples now a days/ 
All I see is  
“I see DISASTER!! 
And realize “Yeah we still SLAVES”/ 
But the sad part is 
WE THE MASTER!!     (“let’s stop enslaving our selves”)  
By Lester Marrow

Details | Senryu | |

Summer's Spilled Milk

Summer’s Spilled Milk
City dwellers pumped;
Oil effused into ocean,
Ocean creatures died.

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Synthetic Moons

This dust
A void
We trust
This is real
Magnetic solids
Fate is sealed
You call it

So struggle still
Churning fauna
In constant flux
Earthly sauna
Show me
The end
If it’s soon
I can't defend
Synthetic moons

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Life's Reason


Where do we figure in the universal scheme of things?
this unanswered question is likely to so remain
we could be so insignificant, our egos would suffer pain 
maybe we are caretakers, to preserve beauty in our domain?,
or no role at all may be our lot, along with other Earthly beings.

Does it really matter?...... we're here and that's a fact
it's a wonderful world to enjoy, within life's short span
whatever our role, if any, life's great if we can so make it 
given reasonably good health, and strength enough to act.

To stay healthy is our main concern, and that of medical science
great strides in recent decades they've made, keeping us ahead
of viruses and other microorganisms,with aims we all do dread
their speedy mutations a constant threat, boffins combat 
in defiance. 

It would seem that life wasn't meant to be one smooth breeze,
there had to be adversaries to beat, just as in epic tales of old,
perhaps, when reaching our destinations, we will all  be told,
'drink from the Holy Grail my friends, put on your Golden Fleece"

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The greatest illusion is stillness 
Numb to the sense of spinning on this atlas stone
Unaware of twirling on a celestial clock
We are a mere blemish on a cog
In this device of time

Atlas are you unable to rest?
Put your burden down and for a moment be still
Let us be immortal like gods of olympus 
Give us strength to defeat this titan
Our adversary time

Take us back
To relive our dear bliss
The moments that linger in our minds
They're the fabric that make up the soul
Turn time into oblivion with sweet scents of anodyne

Atlas chooses to carry his stone
Striding to his never ending destination
The cruel paradox that ends our short bleak lives
This colossal does not rest or sleep
It's intangible time

Details | Villanelle | |

Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

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Life Has Come From No Scriptwriter's Lot

Life has come from no scriptwriter’s lot
Nor from any grand design
Living things, from Matter wrought
The sole eternal, Time

By millennia of thoughtless toil
By lost, imperfect forms
Mankind has found the splendid Earth
So presently adorned

Glorious the legion that has lived, and perished
Since this fertile sphere began
Yet no greater glory has Nature known
Than the glory that of man

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The Main Matrix

So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded?
Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix?
Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such?

If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main.
How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes?
Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this?
Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix,
Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix?
If so, where is the main universal matrix?
There must be a connection of some sorts,
Nevertheless, what is it and where is it?
Moreover, why has this not been thought of?
If the body is the temple of the Lord,
Then He must have a main matrix.
Matrix is Latin for womb.
So in which womb is this matrix?
Only a female has a womb.
There must be one that is required by none.
Now let us get even more difficult here.
We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes.
What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb?
It obviously has good and evil in its growth.
Could there have been two that fused by one?
Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes.
Or is there only one main matrix being a female?
Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix.
Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes.
An enclosure within in which something originates or develops,
This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix.
Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator?
Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ?
Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix?
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006

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Poems with no titles, Titles with no poems

Words tumble
Like a maze of the unspoken
Seeking to give darkness light
Anticipation, shall light know darkness?
Black holes are the voids
Of millions of lost souls
Floating in space
Where time has no meaning
Curves are the sensual desires of Einstein
So that he may wrap time into his suitcase
He knows the vastness of emptiness
Fullness the illusion of the living
Death shall cure all such illusions
Of this, I am sure

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A Peanut in the Universe

Opening a peanut, you can see
What were to be the beginning leaves
Opening, but now dry and edible.
And, like all things living, credible and incredible,
Came from something, which in turn
Came from something else,
Which came from what
Like you, like us.

But the origin, who knows,
Of a peanut or a rose?
Was it some speck at the beginning of time;
Some mote of dust infinitesimal,
A cloud of zeros lined up behind a decimal,
Naught but zeros until the one was invented;
All yin until the yang consented
To exist, to be
The thing we call reality?

And so were time and space
Incarnate; was it an explosion of stuff
Or a shrinking of the stuff around the stuff?
The beginning of a state in which
The infinite and infinitesimal
Came into the grace of being
And the invention of the one
Became a way of seeing.

Seeing itself and through itself;
Seeing us and through us.
And if the origin is not restricted
To a point at the start of time,
The origin, then must be found
To be infinite and all around.
Open a peanut and you open
The world, the universe, yourself.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The Mother Of All Planets


                                           the             universe                    has
                                         physical                                      matter
                                        concentric           sphers                      with
                                       many         planets                                 stars
                                       and                   galaxies                             for
                                      o   b    s     e   r    v  a      t    i      o                 n
                                      text    ual               v     i      e                         w
                                      to             see                   big                      bang
                                      but                    t  o                   me            o u   r
                                      mother                                    e a r t                 h
                                      c     o      u     n    t   s      the      m    o      s        t

                                       f      o            r          i      t '    s           w h  a    t

                                        m                   a                   n                        y  
                                         d            o                     c       a       l           l

Though this is a shape poem
it is written in diminished hexaverse lol

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Love's Magic

I don’t think it’s foolish,
Simple-minded, silly, whimsical,
Naïve, and/or childish
To believe that love is magical.

So-called experts offer
No scientific explanations
That any would prefer.
Love wordlessly defies summation.

You know that I love you,
But that is so hard to quantify;
And I am loved by you--
I don’t need to know a reason why.

Some believe in magic.
Most believe in something up above.
Wouldn’t life be tragic,
If we all stopped believing in love?!

Details | Clerihew | |


John Merrick
Freak show fascination 
Machine trauma exhumation 
Have you found it? 
Yes, (An awful morbid operation) 
Did you see it?  No. 
One of the curious 
Pay for a peek 
Life is full of surprise's 
Consider the fate 
Consider the life 
Torture as a spectacle 
Deformed and mutated beyond reform 
Rescued by sympathy 
A man of faith  Ugly as sin 
A freak is never safe 
Difference never wins 


(inspired by the David Lynch film of the same title)

Details | Verse | |

Earth, Water, Fire, Air

Earth, water, fire, air
solitary elements to exist;
while alpha powers from 
celestial arenas persist at creation
in it's rawest form
A blank canvas
full of substance and potential
Awaiting a transformation that will be 
a perfect reflection of beauty
pictures on a mantle
Earth, Water, Fire, Air

Details | Free verse | |

Seen It Before

silhouetted space dolls
helmets made of
lead plummet
bloody ground
cut now in recognised
shapes cold embrace
of purpose
of familiarity

Details | I do not know? | |


water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.

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When all of nature weeps

Tears too late to regenerate
and all because we acted too late
Future generations will face decline
If we continue to be ignorant to every sign

Ozone has odor like chlorine bleach
Its now to stop now to teach
For exposure produces headaches, burning eyes
irritated respiratory passages, asthmatic sighs

All of nature in decline
Don’t waste water treat it like wine
Be careful that you sort your rubbish
Recycle everything we publish

What you buy is important too
As is how much liquid flushes down the loo
Then the factories where the ‘stuffs’ produced
need reduce the smog that they’ve induced

Stop pollution at its source
And where possible walk of course
Or otherwise lets travel together
Protect our plants, trees and our weather

Details | Ode | |


From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
Beyond Technology
Architectural prophecy
Geometrical philosophy
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.

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Human Arrogance

Human Arrogance

How arrogant we humans are
Given a beautiful blue green planet
We rape and destroy it with every generation
Stealing minerals from the planet’s shell
Pouring deadly toxins into every drop of water
Turning the blue skies grey with waste
Overburdening the topsoil until it become wasteland
They kill animals for sport
They kill humans in the quest for land or oil
Human arrogantly desire to save the planet
The planet does not need saving
It will never, ever need saving
Life is, and has been, an minor annoyance to the world
Earth will shake off the parasites the way a dog scratches fleas
In the end the planet may face life as a dead, lifeless ball
Humans, animals, the blue skies all gone
Yet, the planet survives without us

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An unravelling of time

Is a measure of existence
Where we all play our part
Looking back and looking forward
We live so much and imagine so much
Sketching life on our minds and our hearts
Sometimes we break 
And we think we are- Irreparable
But somehow -
We move through time 
Changing and shaping 
This way and that – from darkness to light
Shedding off the old 
Birthing the new into existence – we didn’t know was beyond-Times portals
Here we explore the supernatural world of promise- at the Kings command
We enjoy a Kingdom of priceless worth - it outshines times wrappings 
Time that is slowly unraveling
Being discarded on the pile -
Of a past life.

© Brenda V Northeast 30th August 2012

Details | Tyburn | |


Cell phone

A nice, handy, ringing, texting  boon
Misused  by  the  roaming, harming  goon.

Helpful wife

Solicitous, loving, caring wife
Of  great  help  in taunting, hurting  life.

For: Dr. Ram Mehta's "TYBURN" contest,  17 aug 11
( written following the PS example)

Details | Free verse | |

Igneus Orbem - World of Fire

Deep beneath our feet lies
a world greatly unknown.
Smooth like caramel, bright
as burning embers, and magical like
fairy dust – magma is born, 
contained within chambers
of varying size.
Magma is the concoction in
which land is created and
destroyed only to be recycled
deep below the ocean floor.
Volcanoes are the gateways in
which magma escapes and 
sometimes with such ferocity 
that life is harmed.
It flows over land, fire
sparks from the surface and
poisonous gases pollute the
air then yet beauty is yet
to be seen.
The cool air strikes the
burning magma causing 
crystallization to begin but
the crystals are small and
inert to the earth-bound elements.
Still secrets lie below where treasures 
can be found for magma isn't always
Large crystals begin to grow within
the underground chambers,
they glitter like the midnight
stars then yet they were created
in a world of fire where life
does not exist but still beauty
is created.
This world is full of irony;
life cannot exist in this fiery
furnace then yet life begun in
such a state when the land was
deprived of water and the air
toxic where magma flowed like
A world of fire lies beneath
our feet circulating the life
source of our home but sadly 
it produces fear like no other 
for it has become associated 
with dark omens in the 
common fairy-tale.
Still the world of fire will
continue to burn and erupt
until we are gone from this
Earth only to be recycled into
the every earth itself.

Details | Monorhyme | |



Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all
Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall...
Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN"
Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done
Divide doom by blue tears you stack
Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack
Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die
Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky!

*(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)

Details | Free verse | |

Nemora Sacra - Sacred Forests

Many forms of life populates
this watery planet where much
of it still remains to be found.
Trees as tall as buildings, flowers
that catch the essence of beauty,
animals of the strangest form that
they defy belief and plants that
have the ability to heal all wounds.
Still much of this life remains
locked up in forests that are larger
than the eye can see.
Sadly man is scarring the land with
destruction thus life is either
depleted or lost entirely only
to become a fairy-tale of what
could have been. 
These sacred forests are home
to all sorts of life regardless
of how small but still man decides
to take what it wants forgetting
the laws of life – you take without
thinking and consequences will arise.
Someday these sacred forests will be
gone only leaving a barren landscape
where beauty does not exist.
But beauty is resilient for land
never remains barren for long
for life is ever healing the
scars that man creates but sadly
once a life form has gone it has
no way of coming back for man
has erased its being from this
watery planet but still seeds
are spread by the wind, water 
and carried by life itself to
almost every part of the land that
has become our home.
As time passes by sacred forests
sprout once more and life once
again secretly evolves providing
man with another chance to change
its ways.

Details | Free verse | |

Water's long journey

 Interesting to learn that all the water on earth is all the water the earth has ever had.
That it takes thousands of years for water to complete its long journey.
It rises from the sea and lakes and ponds and rivers and puddles at the beckoning of the 
sun at the beginning of each day as morning mist.

 Many trillions of water molecules rising and uniting to form the clouds we see floating 
above us like so many strange air ships  in every shape and size beautiful and majestic 
in the sun light.
Some of the heaver clouds touch the mountain tops tearing open like the titanic hitting 
the ice burg only quietly and gently depositing cool refreshment for all that live below 
while still other ships of mist sail away on a sea of air hopefully to replenish some 
parched parcel of earth with the wet life giving bounty stored in their holds.
Still the other Man of War clouds heavy and black are moving fast with seemingly willful 
recklessness  and they crash and storm and deluge the already water laden land below 
bloating and roiling it to destruction.

When at last down into the earth the journey continues geologically slowly now as the 
water is filtered clean and once again travels on to the rivers then on to the lakes and 
seas a journey of several millennia repeating again and again refreshing all life on earth. 

The same water that has flowed over the world’s most majestic falls for eons of time.
The same water the dinosaurs drank.  The same water the giant trees drank up even 
before the dinosaurs.  The same water our first ancestors drank. 
Consider too that most of our body weight is water.  Apparently we are not as young as 
we may think.  

Drink up and enjoy that glass of whisky or wine or beer or coffee or milk or juice or just 
plain water secure in the knowledge that we truly are of the same stuff as the ancients. 

Details | Light Poetry | |

Awe Your Full Of It

<         twenty twelve

                  What The Hell !

                         cosmic conjuction
                               What's it's Function !

                                         ecologic collapse

                                                   Only Perhaps !

                                                             galactic beings

                                                                     I've Been Seeing !

                                                                             think it's all phony
                                                                                      And Full Of Balony  !

Entry For Gareth James's
2012 Contest
G.L. All



Details | Than-Bauk | |

I'm Not Finished With You Yet Mister

<                                           feet in the Sand
                                              stars dance Planned so
                                              take Hand my love

                                              dock of the Bay
                                              where we Lay catch
                                              moon Rays nice hues

                                              here comes the Sun
                                              new days Fun I'm
                                              not Done with you

Written by 
Katherine Stella 4/11/2012

Entry For
Nette Onclaud's
Than Bauk 
A Twilight Contest
G.L. All                                              

Details | Rhyme | |

And Goliath Said

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

Details | Narrative | |

The Song Of David

Enlighten days have past
He comes excel in all, so he thinks
"I am greater than man,
I know what ignorant man does not.
Come to me for knowledge unsurpassed!".
He points to the blue heaven,
"Where is thy wisdom? For I know all.
Where is thy command? That makes the ground shake
And brings forth water that lives?"

At the great gatherings,
He flocks the shepherds, blind, mute and deaf  
He answers to the multitude of questions
He asked the shepherds, "but what are thy questions?",
“I know not what do ask a man of your wisdom, but what  is a dream?
What is life?” asked the young herdsman.
"I know not what you speak of", said the Man.
"I only know what i can feel, touch and see"

"A dream is dream that passes us by, like gentle breeze of fresh spring.
Life holds all things mystery and doubts.
Shepherd knows to flock, not life or dreams".
"The shepherds are those who are humble, noble one", said the herdsman
"The blind cannot see, the mute cannot speak and the deaf cannot hear".
"Who are you preaching to? Silent and amaze, the man looks on.  

"If the blind could see you, 
They would say, 'look here is the man who tried to humble the blind
For they can see what others cannot,
If the mute could speak, they would humble you!
And if the deaf could hear they would shamed your wisdom".
"Was I a fool?" said the Man "or are you not that young herdsman?
Who knows nothing of life and passes his days tending the sheep's?
What could you learn from such simpleton life?"

"Life I live is simple indeed, 
No one knows that the shepherds are those who protects the weak"
"Nature is a friend of the shepherd; we sing the song of David
And rubs the olive oil to our young sheep, to keep away the flies".
Insulted, the man's fury turns over to the young herdsman
"Nature? Protect the weak? The song of David? Flies?
How can nature befriend a lonely shepherd? Protect who?
Song of David the Shepherd who became the king? 
What flies would harm the young flocks?"

The young herdsman smiled at the frown face of the man,
Left without a word
The blind, the mute and deaf ignored the man.
An unyielding shame kept the man humbled
He wonders why the young herdsman smiled about.
He came about a bridge and crossed the rocky roads
On the hill top he stood 
And saw the young herdsman singing the Song of David.

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Natures Cycle - Rain REVISED

Rain drops fall on the window pane
Drenching, quenching earth's thirst.
Caught by the river, rushing toward the sea.
The river's mouth kisses the salty delta 
Run toward open water, pushing out to sea.

Salt water rises in tropical heat,
Condensing into billowy, briny forms
Pushed by a powerful westerly flow 
Clouds drop their gifts back onto the glass
Rain drops gently from the sky.

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The Force


of something
(besides physics)

has to
wants to
needs to

is present
and that very force
the dead weight
it can't sit still anymore

it has to

it's got to move
or else
it dies

Details | I do not know? | |

The Greatness of Small

Spiders – Arachnids

From the tiny pinhead Samoan Moss spider
To the huge Tarantula with legs spreading wider
Exists a diverse and interesting creature
With many a color and many a feature
Comparing ounce by ounce with steel
A spider’s silk is much stronger and real
Made up of proteins, natures building blocks
That can absorb even the most violent shocks

Honey Bees – Apoidea

These amazing insects with incredible ability
From honey production to their communal civility
As the dance and waggle to show direction
Towards nectar and pollen for their collection
Using the sun as a reference for flight
Seeing with their eyes the ultraviolet light
Carrying their loads on electrostatic legs
Back to the hive for their larvae and eggs

Leaf Cutting Ants – Apoidea

These small busy insects with dynamic strength
That can carry a leaf five times its length
Way underground, into chambered nest
With vigor and vitality and so much zest
To lay down these leaves to feed its batch
Of harvest fungus in their garden patch
They can carry a load thirty times their weight
And build a mound that is mighty and great

Butterflies – Lepidoptera

These angelic creatures with iridescent wings
Of overlapping scales in patterns and rings
From egg to caterpillar its, first life stages
And then to chrysalis where it rests and ages
To emerge one day so transformed
So utterly beautiful, so perfectly formed
To flutter by in colorful flight
And onto a flower, there alight

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Neither here nor there

How do you convince people                                                                                        they are wrong and so is the map                                                                                see the little pointed steeple                                                                                           and the red dot says, you are HERE                                                                                 I am not there I am here                                                                                        earliest maps were dots of stars                                                                                      dots are not stars but perhaps                                                                                        you think you’re on the map but                                                                                   what is clear is you are not here

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Iris of Poetry

Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about "What A Poetry Actually Is", the
obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly
see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different
this time...

Poetry is the reflection of our lives like in the mirror,
It is something we can relate to and share.
It's our memories written in jumbled words,
It's like a song, with a meaning it holds.

A mere idea of our mystical lives,
Expressed in a way from deep inside
A way which only the heart can see,
A place where the eyes get cold-feet

The earnest truth and the sweetest lies,
It's all the irony that makes poetry so alive.

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Untitled #317 / Alien civilization

“Are there ruins of an
alien civilization on
the surface of Mars?”
well, yes
if we are the aliens

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An Agnostic Acrostic

 "this poem is not about what is written,but what is not written. . . " 
Greyer looms matter's of the.....? 					 
Beauty fades not there then.....?				          
Flowers live and die fact of ....?					    
A four letter word of endearment....?					    
A saddened stare like where the Red Fern.....? 				    
Do not withdraw from the sunlight given by the almighty...?                                       
The feeling active of letters four much like adores.....?                                              
Speaking in second person sounds like and is...?      			   
In the prelude I allude to this message to point to the truth 		                
You cannot see air but it is there so beware   			                
You do not have to walk into the total darkness  				   
to see how dark the blackness is                      				 
Like gravity that holds you there how much more our Creator cares 	             
Setting on shelf scoffing at the pain you do not see      		                
The love that is and can be He just wants to set you free                                      
ignorance of the law does not excuse
How deep the pain how dark is that blue                                                                   
without Hope without God waiting to play the odds                                              
Without knowledge must be total misery                                                                      
as earthly beauty fades as the tree                                                                              
a dieing thing without fruit                                                                                           
the growing sorrow does that suit                                                                              
without hope of new life tomorrow                                                                             
Here today and gone so to borrow                                                                               
Not opening a door can be as bad as slamming it in your face                                   
to see where true beauty is you run in place not seeing the grace                        
turn to the light dwelling in the dusk from the womb to dust                                    
on your pedestal under your own glass                                                                        
the fire that was given you smother to ash  - john edaward beam - for The 
Unwritten contest - 07/01/2011

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When We Die

An individual's death is as unique as the life that preceded it,
but when the body shuts down it is always the same process.
Once the brain has determined that there is something fatally wrong,
the brain then shuts down all except for the body's most life giving functions
and then focuses on repairing the damage proving life threatening.
Once the brain has determined that there isn't anything it can do
to save the life that very soon will be through,
the brain then performs its final important function.
It kicks into overdrive manufacturing dopamine flooding your system.
Feelings of pain, fear or of any negative emotion
are all completely and totally alien.
Everyone experiences just prior to when they die
the highest state of euphoria ever experienced in their lives.

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Humanities Doorway

Stretching, far as my eyes can see in the night sky,
Thousands and thousands of spaceships float by.
Again and again this dream taunts me, with no cry.
I have no delusion; I know this is a dream so dry.
Rolling across, heavens as in motion picture mode.
Was this an omen or just my mind, or some code?
Alien spaceships, different shapes and preparations,
Yes they continually traveled in parade formations.

To the stars I look at in infatuation and dismay.
Our destiny unclear, no aliens exist they say.

The stars have always had amazement and intrigue.
Hear my plea and thoughts without any fatigue.
Each day, discovering other species, beyond our league,

Stars are just another ocean to be examined even more.
Traces of life have already been found on our measly tour.
Arrogance is just a disease to portray, we are alone for sure.
Reality is, the most nearest planets, we should not ignore.
Serve not to abandon our journey, it is humanities door.

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The Rush Job

emergency room such doctoral confusion medication goof © Joseph, 4/20/08 © All Rights Reserved

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Direct Realization

Life is dynamic and constantly changing
Any thinking or verbal speculation about life
even with regard to the future 
is always based on the past
One may have an immediate awareness
beyond thought or verbal speculation
of one's existence
but one cannot have direct contact
with one's immediate existence
through thought

Words are useful in the attempt
to communicate one's experience
to another person
but the use of words is merely an attempt
to point to experience
It can never give that immediate 
direct knowledge, insight or realization
that comes from one's experience

Words are like a map
and experience is the territory
A map can only give knowledge
"about" the territory
It can never give knowledge
"of" the territory
This can only be obtained
through direct experience

When one considers growth and decay
as a continuous ongoing process
of which human existence is a mere iota
one realizes that there is an inexorable movement
which encompasses everything that "is"
including human existence
which is a relatively recent phenomenon
on the cosmic time scale

One realizes the ethnocentricity
or more specifically the "homocentricity"
of the claim that human conceptualizations
are capable of knowing things as they "are"
This applies whether the claim is that of 
science, religion or 
any other system of thought

When one examines the way 
the different lifeforms are interrelated
one realizes the distortion created by thought
when one attempts to isolate 
and elevate one lifeform
particularly the human lifeform
apart from the others

The body has an intelligence of its own
which manifests itself
when thought ceases its attempt
to know life
It is a direct realization
beyond thought

There is a fundamental unity
of everything that "is"
and Love is a manifestation
at the behavioural level
of this unity

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You have unfailingly demonstrated your love
      every law     supporting      our galaxy
is so      harmonious      that this
little blue paradise      could not exist
      every      thread      and       movement
so precise      we can measure
its movements right down to atomic levels
All so         this small space
could provide          everything         anyone
who had           any appreciation
might understand that we have
      been provided abundantly          every delight
in the way         of plans          for a Utopia
      Yet the movements      of every ruling body
of science         religions         governments          corporations
      seem bent         on destruction
tampering      with the finesse      of precision
      incorporated      in the molecules      of life 
Continuous self reproduction      and regeneration      in nature
right down to making           "seeds who self destruct"
      to make nature          exactly as themselves
I divorce publicly          these unions of violence
demonstrated in their every thought and deed
      poisonous words          poisonous chemicals
totalitarian ideology          pandemic to 
the leaders           of these factions 
      warring with each other          hoarding the
wealth       of a planet       given freely to
      the father of our species
And if you don't believe that
          then think nature gave it freely
of her every fruit         produced by her ground
who delight in the peril      and fall
of your own family
      who know not          nor recognize
your own worth      or the worth
of everything          and          everyone around you
No , but you      fall at the feet
admiringly of all               these mongrels
          the media who worship
          these fine movers and shakers
who roll      right over you      and think
you should be trained groupies
these men          who kill your planet
          with ideologies and philosophies 
whose very design          is to denigrate
your worth          and exalt themselves
Therefore       I will exalt      in your instruction
          the progenitor of life       for as surly
as we examine          the work of life
      we are moved      by its abundant wealth
freely shared      with all who live on this little rock
to examine          why we all are unable
to fluently          live          within its confines
I think I will not walk off the cliff today
gravity is my friend if I know her rules
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Celestial Body

Floating high
Brightly above

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Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs

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life and the giver

life and the giver

the giver has given to us the life
the art of life 
is the science 
within the mind 
to live 
acting as rationally thought
with realness, 
self concept 
and being in life 

(to which at some variance and instance, all shall and must cease to effect at once) : not to just exist, for we all live to die! 

'one one cocoa fill basket' - one thing at a time.
'one hand wash the other' - each of us needs the other to live as peeple in oneness. 


from: "the mind and the science of life" book no. 13 of 2012 
november 2012
onalethuso petruss ntema

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Dream Liberty -- Butterfly Effect

Butterflies quietly fluttering In my soul Transforming my life Morphing into something so unreal So Different, silently beautiful So hidden and lost A fire dances on my pale iced face Lively prancing as each sheds more light The embers glow in your singed shadow Was this eternity meant to last forever? I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty Punishing the dead Can you never let anything go Is it all to hard to see That your bias takes you on a blinded delusion Where all they plunder is hate Terror is a virtue When becoming a king So cut off the strings of my life With your power And you will see the strength of the dream of Liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty

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Global Warming

She's not seeking.
She's not searching anyone in her path.
She'll just take them all;
That's who we created her to be.

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My Big Brother Is Watching You Too

"My Big Brother" up and down the street
  He could be anyone you meet
  Spying on you from the street
  Looking in from every beat
"My Big Brother" isn't that sweet

"My Big Brother" and I don't know why
  Casting in from above the sky
"My Big Brother" the commie spy
  Listening in do or die
  Bringing his book in
  Taught within
My Big Brother, 1-800-LET-US IN
  Caught with paper and a pen 
All because, "My Big Brother" let himself in

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Moon Light Bright

                                                     Moon Light Bright.

                                                Oooh you shine so bright 

                                in every full autumn night without your friend in cite, 

                                       that helps you dominate the night sky 

                                                with your dens chilling light 

                    which helps me seek my ways throw the hunting mystery of the night,
                                                  without a single flashlight.

                                        Theo I wish on every day and every night 
                            nature can deliver such a beautiful cite... Moon Light Bright.

Poetry 2/23/11 by Keith Kadell

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The Drone

 You use it every day.
 It is a basic part of life now.
 Maybe it’s the flicker of the radio
 Or the buzz of a computer.
 It is used every day to make our lives simpler and less stressful. 
 Is it really helping us though?
 It does make our life simpler
 But is this a downward spiral into emotionless and effortless life?
 A life where instead of real soldiers with real emotions
 are sent to fight,
 A drone controlled by someone at a computer is used to kill innocent civilians. 
 The drone is emotionless.
 No compassion for other beings and no feeling of guilt or regret.
 This is the future,
 an emotionless drone controlled by someone at a computer. 

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Planck to Present

If we close our eyes, can we look back to the start When the Universe began, when science played it's part Particle clouds so massive, so immense It's us, look around, learn it makes sense Drifting microbes, bacteria of sorts For millions of years mingled into life shaped contorts It has taken eons of time as life became known Where human words like Mother Nature, having claimed life's throne For in her sphere, blossomed riches of note From Dinosaurs to Zebra's, it's her right to gloat But what she has given is a chance to let live On this planet of beauty that we continue to sieve If we close our eyes, and we look back to the start We should be so very fortunate, we were invited to take part

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Blatant Truth

Nothing happens for a reason
There are just reasons why things happen

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The New God

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest
Ready to consume the final climax
I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble
Letting your poison drip straight from your lips
Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion
You know only rape - manifestation of hate
Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind
Depths you'll never penetrate!

She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore
Impaled into a desperate whore
Shamefully out of broken safety's  choice 
She bore embryogenesis of morose
May your rusty blades caress as they please

So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis
Let the worship of machines be
Leg them construct us cell to cell
Nature's just in the way
Of our race of perfectly engineered machines!
The burden of conception
Surrenders to the will of
The New God

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modern computer

                                                 modern computer
                                        faster than the speed of light...
                                            slow snail's pace today

Modern Haiku

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Carry On To Carrion

I get lost when i think about it.

My heart is parallel with time
I feel as though this beat I carry on 
is endless.

There was no start

I will never finish

I just keep going, 

With forever,

Until time is nonexistent

Until this beat becomes consistent

And one day my body will drop

As my beat runs parallel with time, 

I carrion.

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Gibbs Free Energy

I am teetering at the brim of progress 
The self I spend to be of worth
Is the same self that I had to earn

And to what end? 
I ask,
At what fee?
The ones that stand down do so for free 

And all that’s left is work for me
(Fr , 


I hauled up, masochistic Sisyphus  
All they did was balk
Scatter, Jack and Jill   
Emptily talk 
About how hard, how far
I could not

And then for an instant I was on top

[King parenthetical]

They stood with their calculators

But negative RTlnKeq ???
Kb T times ln W   ???
Enthalpy minus T entropy,
Gives us the standard energy ???

I saw the people finally sap
It was halfway forward to halfway back

I felt something snap

And I fell unfathomably far 
To a different bottom
A different problem

I stood intermediate at the foot of the unknown
Before a taller peak to dethrone

Note: Gibbs Free Energy (delta G) is a thermodynamic parameter used to describe reactions and stability in chemistry. It is common to see a diagram of delta G vs. reaction progress. These free energy diagrams consist of continuous curves with peaks and troughs. The lower the energy, the more stable. 

Unfortunately you have to have significant background knowledge in chemistry to understand every reference.

Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.

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Where Does the October Come From

In October
color is from 
stripping away
the mild disguise of Summer,
like the poison fruit,
the vomitous insect,
red devil. Death from heat.

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The Miserable Physicist II

(This poem was published in Leaves of Ink, this August)

He finds nothing new to be excited about; a bottle of whisky, dark humor,
and a packet of cigarettes are his companion.
“All the breakthroughs and works that I have done will end in a flash,
when another Big Bang occurs”, he mourns deep inside his soul,
as his wife and children play in the summer Sun……

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Looking with eyes 
All events, everything 
From a viewpoint  
A perspective that sees all 
The broadest spectrum 
On a universal scale 
Natural, black and white, 
If there was a finite 
Amount of energy existing  
In the womb that is space 
Without the influence of fictitious forces 
The universe is static, 
But if gravity was rather antimatter 
Drawing upon and absorbing matter 
Producing energy as it does, 
Energy and material are interchangeable  
With no deviation from the constant 0 
Everything seems to cancel out in the end 
But time is relative 
From a universal perspective 
There is no starting point and no end 
To a cyclical event, 
Matter and antimatter exploding Into 
Existence, then snuffing each other out 
Would I be wrong of the conclusion  
In stating god is energy? 
We are in Gods image 
Not as humans, 
But all life...

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Judgement Day

Judgement Day

The misconception about this day
Is that it’s just one day
Well today
You’re gonna hear the truth 
Now you can take it or leave it
But this is what I was sent here to do

Following the war of Armageddon
The earth will morn
It will begin the thousand year process
Of being restorn
For those who survive Armageddon
Hope will be your first born

Now let’s not confuse this moment in time
A day is a thousand years in God’s eyes
And if the wages of sin is death
Then that means
He won’t judge you on what you did before you died

So when the scrolls open, 
It doesn’t read your past 
It’s a new requirement that you must obey
So the earth you can reap at last

So no, you won’t be standing in a line
He will judge you on what you choose to do
During that time
It’s like a chance at redemption
A chance to be a part of a perfect condition
You’ll see your dead loved one and 
The past!
You won’t even mention

The earth will be restoring from the years
Of evil and pain
Cleaning out it’s core
Regenerating – becoming exactly like before
And even when witnessing and seeing all this proof
People will still deny divine force
Yes. And the 144,000 will rule as kings
Don’t believe me its in the verses at Revelation 14.

He has delegated this work in progess
Organized in a way you’ve never seen
And if you don’t heed the word
You will be destroyed
And you wont inherit the earth like the meek

So I say this
Get your mind right and you can
Experience bliss
Cause once the blaze is kindled
And he asks you to keep your head bowed low
You better conform
And if not you gon’ miss the boat

Now this day will come
It’s a time you cant prevent
But I can guarantee that no one 
Will suffer eternal torment
Except the Devil, the one He throws in the abyss

There is hope to fill the silence
And there is another chance
That’s why he died for our sins in advance
You’ve been warned now
So make sure you got a solid plan

Details | I do not know? | |

Subliminal Warfare

I’ll never fully understand,
Why any sane man would believe,
That an explosion could create,
All that exists to be conceived,
That almost 14 billion years has past,
Of evolutionary change,
We used to swing form tree to tree?
To me, that sounds a little strange!
So do they fully understand,
The inner workings of the mind?
Did they come across Pandora’s’ box,
While excavating mines?
Or have they traveled back in time,
To watch the process of creation?
Maybe they've made contact with E.T.s’
From a parallel dimension?
Were they given sacred knowledge?
Of this existence and the stars?
Do they now know where we come from,
Why we’re here and who we are?
They're our top government officials,
The NSA and FBI,
They are the people, whom have power,
Over people like you and I,
Or are they simply just misled?
Unconscious soldiers for the devil,
A pawn in a war they’ll never win,
And fighting upon a subliminal level!
So, do they know not what is going on?
Or do they simply choose not to care?
Do they understand what happening here?
It’s called subliminal warfare!

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson

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Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....

Details | Limerick | |

Nine Months Gestation

Anyone from LA to New York knows babies are not brought by the stork. It takes nine months gestation for a new generation. Didn’t you learn that in school you dork?

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The barnacle is not what you may think 
No mollusc this, no limpet dull and drab 
It's lack of adult movement hides the link 
To cousins like the lobster and the crab.

Hermaphrodite, a male and female phase
Alternate, and thus its offspring make
It's lifecycle is one which should amaze 
What follows are the forms that it will take.

Nauplius. Expelled and floating free 
Small and mobile, soft shell on its back 
It swims with other plankton in the sea 
Bottom of the food chain: just a snack. 

Cyprid. In this stage it does not feed 
It only searches with a sole intent 
To find the roost and friends that it will need 
Where it can stick itself down with cement. 

So here we are: the adult that we know 
Settled down and to its choice home bound 
Mature it still has those wild oats to sow 
Priapically, it still can get around.

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Will I See You Tomorrow

Tomorrow is another day
Outstretch your wings and fly
Milestones can be reached
Only if you beleive in thy self
Relic in the thought
Relax your mind and soul
Or it just won't happen
Will be put off and forgotten
Instead of achieving set goals
So bask under the sun
Ask for a little help from above
Never doubt  miracles from God
Or question His motives
To make things happen
Hunger will disapate
Every plate shall be filled
Rejoice and sing aloud
Dance to your hearts content
Another sunrise is coming
You're going to just love to see

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An Occult Fairytale

Throw all your roses in the air, For there is no need of love in this lair Corpses laugh and spin Spirits run and play, Under silver ash shadow Magical sparks fill you here, Luring into Sitra Achra Crypt of the Ancient Rosalinean, Majlis al Jinn Lilith’s dance seducing your inner core Nehema’s whispers throwing yourself off the shore, You hope this is only folklore, But you must not fear the dark The Nightmare of the Lost Ark Silents winds whisper Untold truths of revelation to Give you new Trust In Adoration Asphyxiate with Fear As Angelique's eyes Lear Silently you’ll the feel the spirits Of The Howling growing near The Draconian Aeon is here All foul humans beware Samael will always be Near

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creaky!,Jerking!...creaky-knocking!,It sounds like a champion,
moving faster than a snail on wonder land,
Sneaky and dangerous than a scorpion,
It sounds pleasant and funny like a bunny;
Thick smoke emanating from its big nostril,
Cough!cough!..and jerk!it moves on a lonely road,
This journey we must terminate for this terminal disease,
the heart is failing,let`s seek for a cardiologist...

CONTEST:"A GROOK FOR ALL OCCASIONS" sponsored by Suzette Crous.

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When The Girls Play

Caissa poses brazen firm
watching bishops spread and burn
and in her awe demands a game
for galaxies unnumbered fame,
mesmerized by milky falls
across the fortress Nebula.

Through cosmic peppered crystal stars,
she perpetrates her grasping pawns
forcing out the king’s last play
a queen, the moon, usurps his rays.
But Nebula bemuses chance
of sweaty earth and circumstance,

her systems sprout from treasured strife
and knights patrolling massive life,
nine new rooks of regal birth
proving powers bursting forth.

She names the goddess little pearl
‘I’m waiting for you, fleshy girl,
to challenge complex moves of mine,
our last exchange, until next time.'

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When Solar Flares

             When Solar Flares

Give The Sun Citations when it disrespects the laws of nature
For not following ways of man at all cost and cause and case
No matter what your rules might indicate
A certain fate awaits

Space between all atoms is enormous
The reason we don’t walk through walls
Or fall through floors is not magic
Atoms don’t hold themselves alone, suspended in empty space

It is magnetic fields that react to those two forces
That keeps the universe in place
When sun’s highways of solar flares, stream in channels 
Travel in their respective places, all is well and fine

When they follow normal traffic rules and stay in lanes
Suns don’t have our mind
They seem to stray in more than one direction
Magnetic streams collide, send corona blasts to Earth

When solar storms collapse for months or years our infrastructures
Say good bye to power grids and life as you once knew it
Prepare to rub two sticks together for heat and warmth
Get out bongo drums
Tap text messages to your friends


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Eco-friendly design

We should encourage
More Eco-friendly designs
Of all the buildings

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That Free Will is an Illusion

That decisions are in the form of electric impulses and chemical reactions in the brain…
That these electricity and reactions are facilitated by different chemicals…
That chemicals are just aggregates of atoms…
That we do not have control over atoms.
we cannot control the chemicals in our brain;
and therefore,
cannot control such reactions and electric impulses;
and therefore,
cannot control our decisions.

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Proliferation the wonder of it all
from a tiny seed becomes a tree tall
pollen from stamen floats on winds call
DNA puzzles do many enthrall

Written instruction for what it becomes
answers to life’s perplexing problems
a manual so tiny naked eye cannot see
engineering so fine progresses what is to be

Stored information that’s dynamic in action
investigation that understands just a fraction
plants that convert light into sugar
directions malfunction converted to injure

So much of language we don’t understand
and deny designer on length of it’s strand
like God we conceive with plans and action
to science becomes a single mans passion

We draw and layout a similar pattern
imitation configured by nature so learn
skill of arrangement and execution
who would replace design with evolution

We ourselves imitate all creation
by things produced in every nation
like God we delight to work something new
to admit being like God are those of us few

Why do so many have difficult time
that like our Father have creative mind
able to produce from imaginative skill
beauty and pleasure which in our souls thrill

Everything speaks of brilliant design
it’s language to the specifics define
communication of action individual speech
in every molecule order does teach

Expressions of Love in all that’s created
conditions within the things investigated
intelligence for foolishness many have traded
and thirst for learning becomes castigated

We comprehend not the speech of our tongue
or the effects upon whom it belong
direction of growth all order is spoken
connection with Father has become broken

Genetics embody progression of growth
contains language and communication both
from within does come outward advance
to intricate to have arrived by chance

In all of nature instruction is written
the Bible a book of directions submission
to understand Love and how we should live
and what is hidden within his missive

Jehovah to earth sent his only begotten
with his sacrifice might our hearts soften
so we might have our freedom of speech
to understand the heights that we may reach

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC?

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It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart

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A Flame Once Burned

Plasma which makes flame
vanishes once heat
consumes oxygen
and sparse fuel, leaving
only cold ashes. 

The refuse lies.
Warmth and brightness
live without form, 

Flame itself
never dies,
only waits,

set to


Brittany Reynolds

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' Academic-Bright ... '

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brothers, SunRays
… All-Academic-Bright

My Family of Heaven
My Mother, DawnSky
Father of Celestial Lights              (James 1: 17)
Taught At Universe-High

By Father’s Master-Degree
And Mother’s Alma-Mater
Brother Graduated
Summa-Cum-Laude, Super-Nova

Dine At Dimension-Table
Of Cosmic-Family
Global-Bodies, Glowing-Grace
In Our Galaxy

Our:  Cambridge, Yale, Oxford and Harvard
Are:  Comets, Orbits, and Asteroids
Black-Holes, Pulsars, Waves and Quarks
Red Giants and Red and Snow-White Dwarfs

Enlightened Astronomers, Radiant New Worlds
Time-Continuum, To Unfurl
Outer-Space, Advent-Solar-Systems
And A Big, Blue Jewel, Freed From Cataclysm

Light-Years Away, From Today …
But Still Quenching Thirst, On Milky-Way
and Planetary-Rings and Eclipse
Satellites, and Soaring-Rocket-Ships

Atomics and Evenings-Scholarly
Lectures, On Pure-Energy
To Explore and Expand Brilliantly
‘Diplomas’ … thru Eternity

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brother, ‘Big’ SunRay
Shone-Academic-Bright ! …

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Balance Within

Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall...

You may get old
Your memories may drown,
But your soul won't get cold
And beliefs won't breakdown.

Just don't you let go
As you never know,
Things you seek for all your years
They could be in your back yard.

Find the truth within the lies,
Fight your pride to end this cry,
Trust your soul; open the door
Balance yourself and roll the stones.

The one's you heart will always stay
So don't throw life out your doorway,
Life's too short and it's too real
Sometimes it's hard to see and feel

That's how you live a life,
The risk that breaks you down to bits
Saves and brings you back alive,
That's what we call the gift of life.

No matter how rough things might get
We get rewards for the risks we take,
No matter how hard or sad
Learn and value what you have.

Though, too much pride will leave you dried
Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride,
None of this will you take to grave,
Your deeds will lay, only your pave.

As you breathe in and do breathe out,
Make each one profound
And stand your ground,
As lies are just the fantasy,
The truth - is your ecstasy
And this will forever be plain to see... 

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An Astronaut

I think I was an astronaut
Aimed for the stars.
They fill me up;
They refuel my tank.
They enable me to believe,
Telling me to never give up
As they follow me all of my days.
If only we could see the beauty
That they truly are.
They shout out dreams
That we can reach so far.
Climb into the rocket
And liftoff!
On a journey to discover ourselves,
We are taught so much more,
Learning our goals are only a plan away.
Even thought we must return,
I know that I will be back.
I am an astronaut,
And we always reach for the stars.

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Portal of Wraiths

I paused on the landing of the wooden Victorian staircase, pondering whether to pick my 
way back up the portal between the worlds of the living and the dead. In my previous 
ascension, I found myself frequently looking over my shoulder sensing a demon bent on 
crossover from its imprisonment using my body as a vessel. I swallowed my fear, found my 
resolve, and cautiously stepped onto the first of the rickety steps.  My heart beat once, in 
what seemed like forever, every drop of blood being squeezed through at once. I strained 
my ears to listen for the echoed step of my invisible intruder. I was greeted only with a 
silence so thick if felt as if it were a substance pushing me back to the safety of the realm in 
which I was meant to reside. I would not relinquish my resolve however, so I continued on 
with my suicidal mission to the pinnacle of the never ending staircase. Again I stepped 
forward and again my heart welcomed to entire contents of my body into its chambers in a 
singe pump. I waned, waiting for the echo of the creaking wood, made so over a lifetime of 
abuse from the decaying buildings wraith like residence. My ears detected eternal 

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the original author. © Alisha Groves

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Green and Blue

Fish swam in blue waves of cotton candy
Carless gulps of salty ocean
Tails whipping through chocolate sea
Sweet as a rice crispy treat
Mindless beauties beneath the land
Squishy scales under quick sand
While dinosaurs chant for reincarnation
Butterflies flutter in several mazes
Carrying souls from eras beneath to
Timeless eras above to retreat

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Tag! Your it! Like in the school days.
I got your mind lost, like you were in a corn maze.
This isn't Halloween, just another day of the week.
I'm always getting candy. I say forget trick or treat.
You can forget Flasnick. People just call me Flash.
My rap game's so scary, I say hell with the mask.
Forget Jason, They call me Lil T.
Wake up it's not Freddy, it's me you see in your dreams.
I'm rated X. Noway I'm PG13.
Sisco and Ebert said not to see the damn thing.
So if you do, you better call me the king.
I'll give you six days to live. I'm more hard core then the Ring!

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ET Stretch...

Good of the morning darling.
The wrath of Can has come.
Turning eyes right back to One.
I see focus burning the bush
Small scars on the planet
Creating boils in the blood.
Outrage to create pressure
Buy heaven’s gate to measure
Are you ready to stand?
Life giving water comes to sand.
it buries your well…understand?
Oceans reclaim their right to land
What spoils the earth, so spoils the hand.

Targeting senses are on….
Brane waves on the horizon
” better come out…
we know where you are…”
They’re not far…

Stretch of the mind is around
gods great pleasure of sound.

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I would like to see,
Snow, frozen  H2O this year.
It hardly does here.

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The calls of the flocks          to this years migration
a roving community       of birds in each nation
rising and diving       above         mists in the rocks
the drawing together         for birthing         new flocks
The coo of the crane      in     a wetland bog
the bob of its head       when       its nabbed a frog
opened winged geese     in            passages  soar
north back to south     or        a western shore
Above our earth        the traversing vast miles
into the snowfall                 or            cliffside defiles
a race upon water       to         lure this years mate
or share  in the catch          a        dance woven like date
Such grace of movement    their wings on the breeze
like rhythms beating       to ascend     above trees
how can one       capture     such beauty       so grand
of a creatures          decent       upon sky        upon land
Motion so elegant       their  journey's   in sky
mankinds observations      our own desire       to fly
the form of their       pinions       upon outstreched wings
to follow freedom         this kind of life       dreams
Lowlands or Highlands        the wild fowl    domains
in deserts   or plateaus       aviary   terrains
on pole ice       or islands   you'll find their rests
every year you'll find them       their community     nests
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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What do you think,
Does the tree fall?
Does the cell multiply, 
Even when we don’t observe,

When we lose our self,
In mathematics?
When the last tree falls
And you are not there 
To listen, to hear, to observe the
Death of nature’s prized possession.

But WHY?
Sound does not exist, if only in our
A perception of waves in the air.
Moving, vibrating.
A soup of neurological connections.
Pulsing, Breeding
Unto multimillions
To the cell multiplying.
Creating Life the beauty of
Earth, its Moon, its Sun.

So what is life?
Energy is life,
Coursing through every vein and
Line of our Universe.
Wishing, hoping,
Knowing what we hope to,
Wish to, want to.
So YES! The tree falls, as the
World cannot, cannot just create 
Itself, like a game,
Like a matrix of the mind.

What’s done is done and the birds and 
The animals flee from the ruins, and the 
Termites crawl.
Knowing what we don’t 
The secrets of the Universe,
As the cell multiplies, an 

Supply of life,

While some claim GOD, a Spirit, of Earth

I still claim Science, the hard,
Knowledge, proven unto itself.
The only reason the cell can copy,
Multiply is through the DNA that
Took its
Unto infinitum Life.
The true Tesseract, The true Tessellation, the true Fractal, Onto 

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or shine-
solar days
make the world go around

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How have I loved    your laws and decrees
and your Sun       in the dawn of the morning
the orders that govern       the universe
and their rulings       the cosmos adorning
So finely tuned      a precise instrument
it's crafting       can no journeyman match
construction supreme      no man has surpassed
nor it's equal       can he ever attach
You have hidden       their rules and movements
that a man could spend           a lifetime to seek
but the years we're given       have been shorted
and our will            to regulation is weak
Its decrees            are woven like fabric
on each writ      does another rely
their sequence                 framed like a template 
against its power       can no man defy
Its display               of symmetry  exacting
it's direction          none living can change
through its pursuit          our knowledge deepens
but it's only simile              can we arrange
Like flocks             are the stars conducted
as their shepherds            your laws do act 
like the canon of statues             their placement
their governing             by decrees you enact
No man                can act as its counselor
or rearrange           its charge and command
for all that's demonstrated            in nature
for all are subject           to what law demands
By their study            we learn how to measure
like a child           the paths of all law
to investigate              all time and reasons
of its operation           we can all stand in awe
source Psalm 19
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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You Don't Phase Me

dogs come cats go
just like moon waxing
Don't let it phase you

Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL

Also Don't Forget To
Turn Those Clocks Back

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Season Departure

Deportation of green life
Allowing highlights

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Forty Six and Two is Descending

A time of pain
Lost in your mind
Playing games
The will of hers
Is strong like his
Soothing like furs
The weakest wills
Without domination
Or scepters gaze
No one will beat sin
Or get past this phase

The few have seen it
The few do know
Majority fails
While shadows glow

Walking the path
Is older now
Then gliding through it
Past Satan’s bow
No one can tell you
What lies past the way
So take back the two 
And conquer those who stay

Though few have seen it
Not many do know
That when majority fails
Our shadows will glow

Pick up the ashes
Retrieve lost tears
Stand up beside us
Let go of your fears
No more wandering
Alone in ourselves
Take back what was once yours
From a life you once dwelled

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Louisiana Support Me Today

Monroe*,Shreveport, Alexandria*, Lake Charles, Lafayette, Baton Rouge*, New Orleans*, 
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A product of brain chemistry

You are my sweetest fantasy
You are an imagination
A product of brain chemistry!

I long for our togetherness
Because I think God has made you
Though I don’t know your full address!

Everyday both in hot and cold
You are the one I want foremost
You can make difference like gold!

Will you please recognize me now
By the words of this true love song?
I can’t make you – I lack know-how!

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Holy Crap

Na- Nu Na-Nu
greetings earthlings How do you do
I'm captain Zendor from planet Sur Render 
shazbot someone crashed into my spaceship's fender
hit me so hard made me go krap-poo

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A Noisy Conclusion

There is no such thing as silence
And no place left to be alone.
Our communication highway has become
An inescapable irritating noise
An incessant ringing in one’s ears
No longer just the ticking of a clock
Keeping you awake.

Transmitters hum atop dead trees
Whirling buzzes from electric fans
The grinding of a dirty engine block
And neighbours building their deck
Sawing and hammering away at
Life’s necessities that aren’t really 
Necessary at all.

Sounds that you cannot hear
Are still there all around you
Riding on the waves and surfing
The air in a non-stop chatter
Giving you news, music and weather.

Even where there should be no noise 
Lurking in the dark are low electronic signals
And the sound of your clock radio
Receiving enough energy to 
Remind you its five am
And you’re still awake.

Technology continues in a plethora 
of  beepers, cell phones and laptops
Giving us no escape at all
Where even in the woods 
You can turn it all off and 
Find yourself bumping into
Someone who is also hiding
From the world in a place
You thought there was no one.

Even the last great escape won’t be -
The space program will discover
Water on Mars and send half
Of us there to get away from the noise
Only To discover the incessant hum from
planet Earth keeps them up all night.

Which brings me to one final thought -
Are we alone in the universe?

If only.

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The modern day witch

I have seen a woman froth Christianity
and the whites of her eyes flash
when an unassuming inch of doubt
trickles through the cracks of an Evangelical facade
She has no bend, no sway
under Biblical pretenses
and, you know,
It's magick
She flies through the air in the metal belly of a bird,
can even tell you what tomorrow's weather will be
reason enough to burn in America's yesterday
same as any garden variety witch
But airplanes, televisions, and radiowaves
are now household parlour tricks
safely tucked away in
the idolatry of science

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The Open Window

I’m already ahead and stirring before that fiery Sunrise appears every single morning.
I'm quickly catching up to my own waiting for the breaking of this phenomenal day.
My coffee will be in my hand right when my thoughts once again start freshly forming!
Ah, I’m feeling alive inside and I think I’ll just stay right here for each second of today.

I glide through my house to stream Sunlight in by pulling every single window shade up,
I toast this day pouring my fresh hot brew straight into my scuffed up old-timers tin cup.
It’s the open window where I see my birds on my oak tree branches singing and playing, 
I just stand at the open window licking early morning honeydew from my lips and I say,
Now this is the most outstanding way to start any God given day with this superb array!

There are just so many smelly buttercups blooming out for me to pluck them up to sup!
I’m smiling whistling and getting enthusiastic about allowing myself to get carried away,
Because I hear my happy little birdies singing their hearts out to me and they’re in tune!

Let us in! Let us in! They twitter their tweets with chirps, 
Let us in and we will sing all day long just to be near you.
Laughing and giggling at my birdies I am just tickled pink,

No way Jose!
I can’t sing! 
My silly, silly little birdies, 
Y’all know my singing stinks.

My buzzing bumbling bee hummers away driving at the winds to boot,
I holler and holler for that goofy buzzer until I’m just not giving a hoot.
So I lift my tin cup up and in my air I toast to a genuine wholeness today,

By the open window I whisper to my eternally inspirational four winds of heaven, 
Forever you may live insde my breaths majestically just as my infallible Sunrays!

® Registered: Ann Rich  2005

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Another Girl Rocker

She is another girl rocker
she is just another girl i fall in love with
Another girl in school
probably a girl i did not get to notice

she loves music
i love music
she plays guitar
i play guitar

i play rock
she plays rock
she got a band
i got a band

what else we have in common?

we are perfect
we can be together

can she be the one?
even if she is too young?
i will try
a try worth my life.

a try

just another girl rocker 
and she rocks my world better

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Light Energy

Distinctive deliverance,
Man has no abstract control.
Nature takes in importance.

Will nature, man ever collaborate.

Note Parise Pariku 

Written for
Sponsor ^Rick Parise 
Contest Name Parise Pariku 

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Fly Agaric

Wandering traveller of the night
Occult creature,
your velvet butterfly tongue leaves thoughts lingering in my mind
as visions of obscured beauty pass before me,
in the shadow of your smile
hypnotic, illuminating
to pluck the thoughts out of the void
like petals from divine lotus
streams of consciousness pool, playing before our shimmering eyes 
in crescent moon lullaby 
melodic rhythm of throbbing life,
spinning illusion
illuminated in violet luster  
revealing truth hidden in images of splendor
every hue brilliantly diffused
in the immensity of an unshattered silence
fragmented bliss,
I sleep, lulled deeply in Morpheus' embrace 
and so I ask you,
if I am a child of the light why do I feel so at home in the dark?
falling tears die delicately
as you told me that
today is the child of yesterday and tomorrow 
innocence, captured peacefully
formed with golden bough.
Strange, twilight child,
lost in your mercurial pleasure
set free my naked soul
shivering, into darkened night
ascending on stairways of delirium
to the orphaned city of stars

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'Moon-Rock... ' (Haiku # 12)

‘ Moon-Rock ’  Haiku # 12

Moon Rock, Craters, Crust
What Does This Terrain Adjust …
“ Earth Was Made For Us ! “

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Prepared Fish

One True
God, God of
Heaven and Earth made
And prepared a great fish to eat
Swallow Jonah whole, threw-up
Jonah on the shore bleached white stinking to high heaven, ran preached three days 

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Every layer amassed vertically on the previous

Quintessentially abdicated from the next’s cornerstone

Upward from yet another illuminated chlorophyll-filled vascular vessel

Inspiring the growth of the next generation

Seemingly taxed at consecutive intervals

Each layer recedes like roman pilasters.

Tolling delicately to not topple the tower 

Umbilical to existence,

Mother of creation is left on top.

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Nature’s creation
Form of unknown origin
Builds controversy

One powerful hand
Hullabaloo or greatness
Believe of your choice

written for

Sponsor john freeman

Contest Name Natural and Beyond!!

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Empirical Metaphysical Friends

          Empirical Metaphysical Friends 

An observable place in space and time is mine
Empirical reason shines in solid form on me
On the other hand
Not so tangible
Above the fray of ordinary life
Beyond all nature or just above it
Somewhere out of sight but not of thinking
Metaphysical formulas come in and out to tease me 
They are my friends as well
Even though I don’t understand their nature
It’s true that I can’t see them  
But that’s alright
Empirical is always there to hold the logic down
So I have peace to work on objects
Let’s call them subjects not so sound

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In the PixiS climb to Hydra
Lynx is next just past the Lion
Take a dip into Ursas Major
Come and ride the Leos Minor
It’s a Primer she said…
Reading wheels inside your head
Stacking stones into pyramids
Merry goes round the ecliptic
Latitudes of a Long time cryptic
Marching two and fro…
Is it Zero or is it Nero
Inquiring our minds to know

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perhaps a balloon

i believe that balloons are free 
even tied to strings 
they rise above me 
i'm pretty sure they want the sun 
and ignore the clouds of everyone 
i might be mistaken 
perhaps not of wit 
but if there's a race to the sky 
i want to be part of it 
perhaps a balloon 
has nothing to lose 
leaving the ground behind 
the problem it seems 
when i let go the string 
it gets to fly. . . i have to climb

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You'll Get A Rise Out Of This

The rise of Atlantis
For this I don't want you to miss

Coming of the new world
With Justice dressed as it's girl

An apple from God's slate
Filling the hunger for ones plate

Safe harbor to now call home
Empowered by minds that love to roam

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It’s quiet in here
Almost completely silent
All I can hear is the dying mechanical hum 
of whatever’s barely keeping me alive

I’m suspended in something
Much like liquid 
but far more restricting

My eyes are burning 
So I keep them closed
And it’s that much less pain I feel

It takes all I have
To reach out and touch the glass
And wonder what’s out there
Wonder what I’m missing

If I’ve got to stay here my entire life
Then what’s the point

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Archimedes` principle, Eureka! he said, buoyant force is same as weight.
* I know it`s funny but boredom just took over me during Physics class.

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The most valuable thing...

"If there is one thing that you will never own is the world and all its life. The world 
is one of the most valuable things ever existed, no matter how much you have 
studied it, how many misteries you have tried to solve, how many stories you 
have made about it, only the world knows what it has gone through. If it goes 
back to those days where dinosaurs use to walk on land, if it goes back to those 
times when giants use to live their lifes, if it goes back to the beggining of 
creation, only the world and its eyes truly knows what has happened...because 
as he world's ages increases, the more valuable it gets..."

-Alma Diaz (me)

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Who are these People Pt 1

who are these people?
where do they come from?
they are older than time can measure, sadly
hopeless and a hazard to others and themselves
unable to move their vessel body, physically handicapped
through years of wear and tear and genetic mutation,
......and their mind
seems to be corroded and rustic
likes plates of steel left out in a thousand thunder storms
i wonder
how these people got here
being so retarded, challenged, in-capacitated, unable
asking questions that a dumb blind drunken monkey could answer
just by looking at them I can feel the presence of cancer
they are dying
as flowers would do with only a moon
i talk with them, as the babble, and drool
and struggle to stand for more than 2 minutes
and struggle to walk across the room
to show me their new exercise to improve the demented motion they call a golf swing
i take a breath and listen, nod my head,
wishing that i gave a fluff, but i dont.....instead
id rather continue watching a documentary on the paleo-indians who survived through 
the ice age
that eventually became the native peoples of Canada.
2 more incoherent zombies walk through the door,
with looks on their face of confusion, and death
they step up on the treadmill huffing and panting
and ask me to set them up 
level one, for 3 minutes, 
im thinking in my cant be serious.

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Father and Son, Figuring Things Out

“Dad, do you believe in God?”
“You know what, I am not real sure if I do or not.”
“Well, it’s a little complicated.”
“What’s so complicated about it?  It seems pretty simple to me.”
“Well, yes, it is simple when you just suppose God is responsible for everything, but once you start learning about science and history and other things … well, it gets complicated.”
“Why?  Didn’t God make science and history and other things?”
“I guess he could have.  But, there is more to it than that.”
“Like what?  If God is God then why do you need everything explained for you?”
“Well, there are some people who think there are other explanations for things, that’s all.”
“But what if they are wrong?”
“Well … they might be.”

“If there is no God, then where is Mommy?”
“Mommy is in heaven with all the other people we love who have died.”
“And, God?”
“Yes, and God.”
“See Dad, it’s not so complicated.”
“No, I guess you are right.”

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The Oort Cloud Cometh

            The Oort Cloud Cometh

A few million years from now if we are here
Comets by the thousands will appear
Sent by cosmic forces originated from out there
Science says the Oort cloud is to blame
Some odd unseen entity called Nemeses is also named
A planet or black sun gone rogue
Gone wrong along the way
In elongated odd elliptic orbit
A distant anomaly around our sun will form 
Mysteriously align at Oort cloud and collide
In a moment of eccentricity by chance
It hurls millions of object free in our direction
Without detection, meteors and comets head for Earth
Catastrophe is sure to follow if not deflected
I hope we find defense by then
If not, since we are already dead, long before this event
Why the pretense?   Why pretend?
What would it mean in any case
If the Earth should shatter
It will only move our graves to outer space
With other matter

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Providing life

energy bursting
providing life for us all
the power of the sun

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482 trillion miles

My eyes are not what they once were, but
I can see you clearly whooshing from
your mother's womb, sluiced between thighs
the grunts, shouts and cries reverberating

eyes closed, arms slightly waving hello 
or gesticulating indignation awakened
as life begins with cries of disbelief
already the first threshold crossed

suckled to your mother, pretty as she was
cradled into household tradition and politics
you tottered and ran and bruised and grew
your parents doting and snapping pictures

thirty trillion miles out, you tottered to a 
more formal cultivation of ideas and friends
socialization always a hard lesson for some
you had your share of failings and gold stars

then from seemingly nowhere, a smiled soul
appeared before you and kissed your disbelief
like the earlier toddlers first tentative steps
you pulled into gravity's relationship unawares

ignorance doesn't belie love's true desire
and life at the speed of light still shines
as milestones and markers come and go
and marriage's prism splits into all colors

some quarks, apparently from your joining,
burst out into their own space, unknown matters
yet clearly yours...something comes of nothing
what can you add to this creation...the creation

you split like nuclear fission's lost proton 
careened off at around two hundred and ten 
to find black holes of your own to fall into
and come out into alternate universes of life

that new alternate, smoothed around two fifty,
looked unlike the universe you knew and yet
in time you see it's the same space turned
inside out, like a T-shirt, still comfortable

four hundred trillion out you walked away tired 
and retired from all your tangent demanded
somewhere out here the Nebula Amygdala looms
glowing, clouded, radiant with conception

it seems life's friction slows light out here
thoughts travel back, though it's slow going
near the edge of my space, I turn to see you
but my eyes are not what they once were.

© Goode Guy 2011-05-28

482,047,280,601,006 to be more precise

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Vanishing Line

            Vanishing Line

In the two dimensional world of flatland life is a line
Distinguishing up from down is not the design of nature
Maneuvering left and right is possible
But not this time
Existence is of the straight and narrow realm
Excellence is defined in moving forward
Objects come and go without discernment 
Vision of life is purely a blur of what is and what might become
As elements appear within that moment
Things pop in and out of sight from other world’s dimensions
Diagonalizing the matrix is not part of this equation or this discussion
Needs no explanation
It’s staying in this matter as a diversion just for reading pleasure
And because I said so and it sounds kinda cool
Someone from flat-land supports that view and said as much
Needs no permit from you 
Who are from another dimension
The point is mute
So moving on
There is no sun and too few rules
In the dominion of two dimensions
Opinions vary on that point
There is no day
Things simply get in the way of understanding there
When going one way, which defines life in general
There is no light at the end of the tunnel
There is no tunnel
There is only straight ahead
Where abruptly all things end

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What Did I Ever Do To You

There are many things that are caught by the naked eye
They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry

Think my strangest encounter thus far
Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car

In underbrush and weeds so high
Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh

Razor edges wrapped around its head
For sure I thought it was dead

As I moved in closer to take a peek
Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked

Poor little guy I could do nothing for
Except call D.N.R and cry once more

As they placed it in a steel cage
Heard the officer say it was that of young age

When do you think one will learn
Gods creatures did nothing in return

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The Truth is the Gift of Gods Word
for it's understanding the habitation has stirred
softly upon spirit we listen to it's call
comprehension to it's voice like a seed is small

Can you understand the wise man's riddle
apprehend interpretation the narratives trail
from beginning to end surround the middle
without understanding it's Truth you may fail

Upon the Truth are your heavens fixed
the hearing upon earth with lies are mixed
to many have reached a state of complacency
the cares of this life has choked ability

You lead upon paths unknown
a flight those having wings have flown
I tell you upon the rise of each day
that you must lead and show us the way

Oh Shepherd like a lamb you guide me
for I am lost to the flock without thee
My Lord and my God you have called us out
faith in you but confidence in self do doubt

With every gesture you affirm the way
yet evermore before me do my sins lay
I look around upon those I do see
whose lives are worth much more than me

The seventh day Jehovah has blessed
where mankind will enter into his rest
abundance of joy will fill the earth
as Gods Kingdom has given birth

The fruit of her labor is worldwide
she will wipe the tears her children have cried
Gods woman has brought forth Life
she will train the children remove their strife

You are God from the womb of my mother
have preserved me from violence of brother
your handmaiden as captive I serve
given more than anyone here deserve

I listen to the music of your call
understand I grace given since fall
for to live is Christ and to die gain
and within the hand of your Love remain

Forsake me not when I reach that hour
frail woman in mankind has not power
give me courage so I don't therein cower
for I have beheld the future from your tower

Oh my gentle Lord your path holds no discord
our seas turned to glass when we do as asked
neath your wisdom do kneel as truth you reveal
all thinking given you and insight given true

Hold me close and in your arms
for hear I do the trumpets alarms
you have signified my death
for those you love I give my breath

Hold my hand on the path you take
for I am weak and easily brake
a thing that is soft and frail
for those you love like Lord impale

Now I know the path to you
by example your loved showed true
willing I am to give you my life
like anointed Son did for wife

source JOHN 3:16 Romans 12:1-2

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller

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Life Forms: The ABCs of Being

A living organism accustomed to existing alive…adapted, acclimatized.
Breathing bodies, beautifully behaving as created, before being theorized.
Corporeal creatures controlled by character traits, occasionally compromised.
Divergent life forms delicately merged into a “Web of Life”, perfectly devised.  
Entities experiencing individuality, establishing existence uncompromised,
Frolicking through life; incessantly looking for forever, mesmerized.
Gaining moral fiber through God given guidance sometimes, getting baptized.
Happily honing one’s persona hoping to help dreams become materialized,
Insightfulness encircles one’s sense of self to initiate a life-path individualized.
Jovial jesters, bigwigs, or judges with judgments apprized.
Kooky cool-cats, celebrities, or clowns cleverly disguised.
Laundry maids, lucky leaders, or racers with wins realized.
Milkmen, fishermen, or firemen with departments downsized. 
Noble work is any work of which a lifetime is comprised.
Orchids, oxalis, oak trees, and sellers of fruits franchised. 
Penguins, porcupines, parrots, and peacocks with feathers prized.
Questions surround the beings of which this world is comprised.
Reverence remembers Noah's ark and the lives that were remised.
Scientists study animals, cells, and quarks minuscule-sized.
Tomorrows are predicted with their remedies advised.
Ultimately, all beings will be recycled in to earth…revised.
Victorious are earth's environments enriched by life's demise.
Worldly ways and wisdom's walk in the end shall be surprised.
Xanadu sought requires the power to choose right and be not chastised. 
Yesterday is gone, but life-luminaries were long ago stylized.
Zestfully living righteously marks the path perfection realized.

© November 8, 2011

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Being 	  
Sponsored by: Paula Swanson

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To Catch A Cloud

Verse 1

catch a cloud
praise out loud
time to bow
holy wow
do not sow

as I catch a cloud
catch a cloud

Verse 2

raise those hands
and praise da man
for theres a new plan
as I shout and stand
high above drifted lands

as I catch a cloud
catch a cloud

Verse 3

give me hope
to stay afloat
for I'll not mope
and just have to cope
from this heavenly boat

as I catch a cloud 
catch a cloud

Tribute To Heaven
And A Clouds Journey

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Duality of Two

This day I saw both the sun and moon appear in daylight.
One so bright not able to stare, I chose the other in sight.
Moons vision bearing down I saw the reflection of night.
Two halves of this orb, I peered with much delight.
Split down the middle one bright the other shaded quite.
Dimly, so I could see the whole circumference, so bright.
What I saw confirmed what I already knew, definitely trite.
That this celestial body revolves around us in a fight.
A controlled boundary, by the power of the one with might.
The one I saw reflecting upon other, with a blinding plight.
This is truly rare to see, without clouds of gray and white.
Possible this day and probably others with conditions right,
They intrigued me to gaze upon their duality of flight.
The brilliant solar orb glancing power on its dutiful satellite,
Opposites of duality together for a time with or without invite.
Within the Heavens at brink of afternoon, sky stands in fright.

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There are times in your life 
when you walk toward the light
by moving out of dark like any mystic

and before the light has gone
it will brand you with a song
a mark that say's your home is globalistic

and again before too long 
your works will soon belong
to the centre of the holocene ballistic

now, the cosmos is the carpet of our soul
the galaxy, the whole of me
the milky way the holocene
the gas that tore abundance from 
the plume of natures pelt

and before the light has gone
it will brand you with a song
a mark that say's your home is globalistic

there are times in your life 
when you walk toward the light
by moving out of dark like any mystic.



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Like a drop of water

we're on a dusty drop of water flying through space in the middle of an explosion

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Good Friends

If you reach the gate before I do,
ask if you can bring a friend;
for eternity lasts a lifetime,
until you reach the end.
God himself can't cease the clock that sounds
our beloved chime.
Acute sublime;
an epic rhyme,
perpetual adieu. 
For You.

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Paperhearts of Fire

I wear my heart on my sleeve but I have no shirt just thoughts of healing

It is red and hurts so much in pain this heart I speak of on my sleeve.

Love hurts it always has and lately it can also kill you and me.

Sex is a sentence a death sentence sex is a threat to your short life.

Sex makes your toes curl with the right girl sex can be something that is nice.

Show my pain and people panic show kindness they spite my existence.

Love is pain and sex is pleasure sex is love when two sex together.

It is a painful pleasuer this love/sex thing a lot like everything.

Pleasurable pain that last forever whatever forever is. 

This heart on my sleave burns like fire satisfy my desire.

Sometimes sex is love to die for forever always suicidal.

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Save Our Wetlands

My home state loses a football field, 
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.

I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation,
It would cause others to pause.
As the pelicans swim to the beat,
 Of their inward drum,
And contribute to the state,
That many other states of the union,
Were carved from.

Way back before humans existed,
Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor.
If we humans that exist today,
Don’t get serious about this erosion problem,
The state where jazz was born,
Will be sea floor once more.

Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees,
And the capital of the Old South,
Will no longer exist.
We won’t be able to reminisce about anything,
If our hindrance persists.

Like bacteria attacks a cell,
Our precious land is being attacked as well.
Like our educated out migrants,
Land is leaving without being replaced.
Saving this land helps us ecologically:
This includes the human race.

Please fellow residents and people who once,
Or never lived here before.
Fill Louisiana’s heart with cheer,
By contributing to this worthy cause.
If one can’t give monetarily, 
 He or she should then take a pause.
Be creative and think of other ways,
That one is able to help this wonderful state.

We would certainly appreciate anything you do,
To help us out.
I know the pain of the land will be eased,
Without a doubt.

Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it.
Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players.
So that our precious land can stay strong,
Throughout its layers.
This erosion problem can be very costly:
Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species,
And human lives are just a few.
Please help save our wetlands,
Because it is part of the old and of the new.

Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina,
while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of 
New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana  was talked 
about since  I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the 
gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor, 
Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to 

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Everlasting Everglades

Marsh sticks and pepper
in the wind, in the blown sun
mushrooming with life.

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Prophecy I

The faith of mankind
Will be endured in a cosmic way
Between the stars
Many moons after a solar day

~ Leonard Napierskie

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The Search For Intelligent Life In the Universe

MIghty radar arrays,
Pointed at the sky,
Looking for intelligence,
Don't ask me why...

Incredibly strong telescopes,
On earth and in deep space,
Peering ever so eagerly,
To find another race....

Makes one wonder,
How many up there..
Are pointed down at us??
Apparently so far
We have not created a fuss...

I wonder from where they
are based,
On planets far or near? 
Either way I guess it
don't matter...
Because no intelligent
beings, here, there are.

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We Are The Fantasy

When all there is might seem a mess, 
Adrift, far out to sea
When all there is seems somehow less
Than what it ought to be
We cannot know, but we can guess
We are the fantasy.

As planets move within their spheres,
We see their harmony;
Watch birds in flight migrating steer,
In synchronicity;
We choose the truth when it appears
We are the fantasy

The faithful claim what god has made
Cannot be a mistake
And others say the whole charade
Is nothing but a fake
But somehow on the top we’re laid;
The icing on the cake

We measure microscopic things
We cannot even see
We calculate electron spins
With finest accuracy
We fly with ideas spread like wings
We are the fantasy

All that there is, our science consigns
To mass and energy
We order stars to our designs
To snare our destiny
We join the dots; we draw the lines
We are the fantasy.

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Turtle eggs

seaway blue stem~
Massive mama's 
bury their babies

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Who are These People Pt 3

who are these people?
where did they come from?
they seem so primitive.
so, incapable.
primitive humans without a foundation of language I feel were smarter and more able 
then these people.
these years of technological advancement, and inventions, have made the mass 
population stupid, and incompetent.
washing machines, dishwashers, the T.V, microwaves, plus....
hollywood magazines, fashion, consumerism and advertisements, whats in, whos out, 
materials, greed, toxic governments and polluted political powers, 
the building of nations through controlled influences and exposure
music, media, movies and more
the conditioning of the human population,  to be drones, to be mindless chickens who 
flock together only because they are afraid, 
to be zombies who fall in line without question, to be puppets, to be individually stripped of 
all human rights
to create and condition organic emotional humans into dull mechanical robotical children
that do what they're told, programmed to be obedient
like computer software was surgically inserted into the brains of infants at birth, to be
tracked, geographically speaking
and to be numbered for identification purposes within the system 
the system that collects our information, our bank statements, our internet passwords, 
our logins, our logouts
our emails, our instant messages, our cell phone conversations, our work hours, our credit 
rating, our mortgage.
its already happening. microchips being implanted under the skin of babys
its no wonder this world has gone crazy, mad, insane, ludacris.

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The Almighty Atom

Everything including me,
Is made of atoms that came to be,
In the explosion of a star,
Light years away from where we are,
And then these atoms pulled together,
And formed our planet and the British weather,
And eventually, the human brain,
Which despite obsessing about the rain,
Could probe creation using maths,
And work out a theorem in the bath!
So did the atoms somehow decide,
That they alone, could never provide,
Any answers for any questions asked,
So they made an intelligence which could be tasked,
With providing answers as to how,
Atoms came to take their bow?

Tom Higgins 05/07/2012

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' Uni-Verse...' (Haiku # 11)

   ‘ Uni-Verse ’   Haiku  # 11

        Oh, What Universe
What Grand Word, Did God Speak First
     ... Gave Beginning – Birth !

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Water moves continually Over land, evaporation and transpiration 
common chemical substance 
essential to all forms of life 
 the substance  has a solid state, ice,
 and a gaseous state, water vapor.
About 1,460 teratonnes (Tt) of water covers 71% of the Earth's surface, 
 in oceans and other large water bodies, 
with 1.6% of water below ground in aquifers 
and 0.001% in the air as vapor, 
clouds (formed of solid and liquid water particles suspended in air), 
and precipitation.
Can cause hurricanes when global warming extends 
entire villages left submerged as in people's streets

Earth's water is contained 
within man-made and natural objects 
near the Earth's surface as water towers, 
animal and plant bodies, manufactured products, and food stores.
Water moves continually 
Saltwater oceans hold ing 97% of surface water,
 glaciers and polar ice caps 2.4%, 
and other land surface water such as rivers and lakes 0.6%.
Water moves continually 
 Water moves continually through a cycle of evaporation or transpiration, 
precipitation, and runoff, reaching the sea. 

Water moves continually over land 
Winds carry water vapor over land 
at the same rate as runoff into the sea, 
about 36 Tt per year.
Over land, evaporation and transpiration 
contribute another 71 Tt per year to the precipitation 
of 107 Tt per year over land. 
Some water is trapped 
for varying periods in ice caps, glaciers, aquifers, or in lakes, 
 providing fresh water for life on land. 

Clean, fresh water is essential to human and other life.
In many parts of the world, it is in short supply.
 Many organic molecules as well as salts, sugars,
 acids, alkalis, and some gases (especially oxygen), are soluble in water.
Water is essential for all life on Earth.

Humans can survive for several weeks without food, 
but for only a few days without water. 
more than one billion people
 in low and middle-income countries
 lack access to safe water for drinking, 
personal hygiene and domestic use.
more than 20 percent of the world’s people. 
 close to 2 billion people 
did not have access to adequate sanitation facilities.
leading causes of morbidity 
and mortality in low- and middle-income countries, frequently called developing 

 over 1.1 billion people are currently without safe drinking water.

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Steady As You Go

flow river flow
gently down the 
outcrop stream you go

trickling over cobblestones
and fallen branches
that's  been bestowed

mountain crest covered in snow
valleys and hilltops above and below
lies in solance as you boldly flow

puffs of white
seen in your passages sights
wonder whos lying by a fireplace tonight

ribbed tides
sea foam disguise
for it's just you and I

so flow river flow
gently down the outcrop stream you go
for where you stop know one knows

Entry For
Brian Strand's 
Flow River Flow Contest
GL All

Also Tribute To 
Great Rivers Lakes And Streams

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You. Gaia! ugoddedit. (ufixit)

you godded it you play it

you godded it


for god
knows what


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Chaos Myth

Knew that
Chaos was
Mythology, that all things are
Strictly predetermined, I would not want to hear that
My power of observation determines the course of reality as it comes.

That would be too convenient.

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this story told is twofold we begin                                                                                the ice storm of ninety-eight                                                                                          it was a big deal then but the trend                                                                                  the new is global warming debate                                                                                     There is one coming some day                                                                                         like the El Nino but it will be the last                                                                                 not how scientist say it will convey                                                                                  but the heaven and earth on fire the wrath                                                                  God is not willing any should perish in that storm                                                              but free will is given you have a choice                                                                             to listen to men or God but be warned                                                                              judge for yourself for me it is God's voice                                                                          for in the end man can not keep his own soul alive                                                            you may say all religions say that in as many words                                                           Do not believe me then ask God yourself for He only revives

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Anthem (part two)

I come to you so humbly
But I have something to show we

What can a sweeper so they
Clean our streets that’s the way

Can’t you see this wonderful delight
This strange device that gives of light 

They thought, we are annoyed
Hear our plea it must be destroyed

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To dip our pails in the waters of Life
and reach the stars of heaven in our reason
and slide around the Lunar light
with the galaxy known within our season

To ride the universe and it’s rifts
to understand particles in microverse
and soar in mind to celestial lifts
wherein science proves it’s worth

To understand the dynamics of law
to probe the fields of creation
held within the cosmic maw
within truth and imagination

Protons, muons , neutrinos and quarks
vision to see beyond our soul
with their action conception sparks
the stuff of nature mind does probe

the second law of thermodynamics it’s fascination
unified field theory and relativity
prove the clause of universal creation
demonstrates truth in all we see

the mind seeks truth in all it’s fields
the phenomena of existence and time
til consciousness and knowledge reveals
and Intangics exist within our mind

The fields of theory are delicious
the ceaseless seeking the Son sublime
when it substantiates all our wishes
prove that truth is a precious find

Yeah no biblical source for this only 8yrs of Science

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Genetic Perfection......

                Virgin birth now possible,
                           invitro fertilization....

                Science cloned embryo,
                           immaculate conception.....

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The dull green light

Amongst the bark of trees 
there shines a light
a light not bright
yet still illuminates the night
dull, green and spherical it floats
within the forest
it appears to gloat
it's maniacal grin spreads
and causes unrest
but yet brings comfort
to souls lost

The green gradually fades
and a new shade is seen
the shade of red.

It's shape contorts and twists
becomes enraged and unreliable
the light is not definable
by human nor god
it rises and sits aloft the trees
as if it is defining itself
a greater being
a power unseen
the light pulses, jolts and flashes
suddenly implodes and turns to ashes

The dull green light never was and never will be.

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TEXTING pt pt pt

All around is the soft pt pt pt of text messaging
Abriviated conversations in silent offerings
On and on in secret codes the droning fills my ears
They do not realise what it is they should all fear

Evolution lurks behind each gene and chromosome
Adaptation in nature has always filled the holes
I see the coming shades of man birthed in technologies womb
Soon even the mighty pen will see its own doom

For man's fingers won't need to grasp something so cylindrical
In fact all he'll need are thumbs to pad and wax lyrical
No need for blue tooth stuck behind your ear
Once you are birthed, a microchip goes up your rear

In fact man's ears will all but fade away
Noise vibrations will be absorbed through the thumbs one day
All of man will dwindle down into just two thumbs
To pt pt pt on a pad to converse with everyone

Our eyes will become squinty slits to better see the screens
With zoom in lenses that pop out to better see the scenes
No movie theatres, cable, sattelite or Net Flix
It all streams to the pads grown into our wrists
With a turn of the cuff and a gentle flick
Our two thumbs pt pt pt to call up a menu list

See a show, text a friend, order pizza in
Which might be a problem, cause of the state our mouths are in
Years of non use, or over use by some
Has caused it to shrivel up as a prune from a plum

Just large enough to stick out our tongues
at the very thought that once we thought we had won
But give nature a chance to over take new science
and the pt pt pt we hear all day will be mankinds silence

For the contest,  Talkin' Technology
Sponsored by Natalie Fllikkema
Placement: 5th

Details | Couplet | |

Wake Up Sleepy Head

Pegasus of thy night
Take me away from this eartly plight

Lay down your golden reigns
Let me climb aboard your mythical train

Stars and moon's cresant's dance
Illuminating to others who gets this chance

Gold dust sprinkles in your hair
Closed eyes for take me there

Up Up and away we go
Pegasus take it nice and slow

Lustrious valleys and sno-capped peaks
Sparkling blue waters for which I seek

Just you and me my mountain friend
Taking this journey till the very end

As I lay my head upon your shoulders
For I feel their turning so much colder

Cannot feel from my head to foot
This dust sprinkle had turn to soot

I'm decending fast and furious
Woke up from dream being more curious

Details | Haiku | |

The Moon

a silver sliver
frowns on me from above~
cars swarm lover's lane

Details | Senryu | |


Too much of any, 
known thing can have toxic-
-city. Don't try it!

Details | Name | |

Natural Cycle (Sedoka)

Storm clouds gathering
Gusting wind on the prairie
Mother Earth awaits the touch
Unbearable heat
Rejuvenating down pour
Blending earth, wind, fire and rain!

Comments:  The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line 
poems called a katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7.  A Sedoka, 
pair of katauta as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing 
perspectives.  The katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem with the following 
syllable counts: 5/7/7.  This Sedoka is about the natural cycle of Mother Earth and 
the blistering heat during summer.

Details | Bio | |


Epochs of womanhood


With malar flushes, 
Causelessly she blushes,
In solitude, to herself she smiles,
While walking, aimlessly she tarries.
With a startled look, 
Whom does she seek?


Her blue eyes, 
Reminiscent of skies,
Her golden hair seem,
Akin to a bright solar beam, 
Her limbs tender,
Her waist slender. 
Nature bares the Truth 
Of full-blown-flower of Youth!


Her grown up face, 
Bears a thoughtful grace.
Her warm bosom,
Awaits to welcome, 
A wanted guest,
On her laps to rest, 
Restless, though happy she seems, 
As her heart broods fairy dreams.
Her speech sweeter from the lapse of years-
With a wife's love, and a mother's fears!


Rapturous youth and tranquil prime, 
Withered with a weird dream!
Her gray hair and lusterless skin,
Fading from her eyes a resplendent shine, 

Her flabby shriveled breast, 
She walks with waddling and antalgic gait.
Alas! It's dusk of her womanhood,
It's menopause! A hush in solitude!! 

Dr.Hemant Vinze

Details | Terza Rima | |


Nobody admits that the greatest sin,
misleading and enslaving any selfish soul, is carnal lust;
and so inflamed by desire, it disappears into the dust...

Young people indulge in their rampant passions,
knowing no limits, and only when death becomes real,
they realize their wrong reason for giving away something so precious...

Hiv/Aids scientists are struggling to find the ultimate cure to halt this universal disease,
which originated from the uncontrollable carnal lust, killing millions and causing havoc;
and what if they turned away from it, and looked to God?

Amazing changes, indeed, will be coming from within their transformed hearts,
saving themselves and others, seeing their image in a true light;
if they were completly free, nothing would be unreachable or impossible to attain...

Selfless in our sharing and generous in our giving,
this human race, which God created from dust, must glorify Him
and not end in gravestones' rows that our children will not see....     

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Free verse | |

perpetual cycle

The day catapults boulders into
the sky. Each gargantuan rock
makes a tiny hole in the
clouds like a caterpillar's
mangled tree leaf.

The sun will blind us eternally
and we will belong to the universe,
no longer the universe belonging to us.

The world will begin again,
the perpetual cycle of
our faults surfacing and
exposing our inability to progress.

Details | Free verse | |

Speak my Season

I feel in this moment
every tremble of the Earth.
Every consequence of it’s freedom,
the quakes disaster for moving,
the waves erosion of life,
the devastation of windy captivity-
the scars of light.
I am born,
and I must again die
to be what I am supposed to be.
This carriage is not right,
I fall inside
fold into breaking froths.
I don’t want to be normal,
I want you to be me.
I want to be what’s right,
and for you all to see the pain you cause,
just by being the way
are. The ghost is not natural,
death is the reasonable.
Let me live
Let me let me go.
I just want to be myself.
Let my words breathe your sight,
don't you know the hurt of hiding?

I want to collapse in hail,
swim down mountains
and forget everything I ever knew!
I want to find the one
who will go when it's time,
and come back without reason.
because I am alive
I am not man
I am oxide continuum
and I don't want anything more
than the transitions!

Details | Free verse | |

Rock Solid

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
I begin seeing red like the blood of God
I begin then to see white like the spirit of God
I begin to see blue too was God trying to tell me something
As I open my hand the jagged rocks spoke
The first rock said You must study the word of God
The second rock spoke saying thy yeilding to the spirit of God
The third rock said keep seeking the wisdom of God
From that day forward kneeling beneath a swollen crest
The Lord is and shall forever be my only rock

Entry For Constance La France's
A Magical Journey Contest
GL All

Details | Light Poetry | |

' Mind - Meld ... '

“ GOD … How I Appreciate The Complexities ! … “
I Appreciate The Intricate, Just-So, Subtleties
The Intellectual Nuances and Imposed Perfunctories
That Separates Our Minds, From The Minds Of Beasts …

… Oh, The Ingeniousness of Thinking Abilities
This Superconductor of Sanctioned-Sensitivities
Where The Human Mind Can Reach, Celestial-Journeys
Even Beyond Our Mental-Mortal Capacities

Beyond … The Grasp of Dark and Grey Matter
Beyond … A Storage Tank and Brain-Storm Gathered
Beyond … Sweet Alice and A  Mad-Hatter
Beyond … ThunderDome, and What Happens In Latter

Beyond … Neurons and A Neurotic-Mass
Beyond … ‘We’ve Got Some Nerve-Ending’ Synapse
And Just Like There’s More To See, Than What Cameras Snap
There’s More To Our Minds, Than Biology Can Map

How Could One Admire Computer-Technology
And Not Marvel At Our Medula-Oblongata System-logy
Our Minds, Are A Megaplex of Individualities
A Mall of Momentous Ideals and Marble Column Libraries

… We, Are Not Matrix, Nor Mere Routine-Machines
We, Are Not Droids, nor Drones … We Can Live Our Dreams
‘ HE ’ Programmed ‘Choice’ into Us,  And Gave Us Dignities
So, “A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste”, In Stupidities …

We, Are Not Robotic-Puppets, But of Genetic-Construct
… Dust, DNA-Stairway, 3-D, and Divine-Spark-Struck
We Can Be Psychotic, Without Aware-Antibiotics and Self-Destruct
But Note, That A ‘Thought’, Does Not Evolve, Without ‘An Instruct’

( … and Guess What,  Man-Maze … Really, Neither Did Us ! … )

… Oh, How I Appreciate the Concise Design (Like A Human Battery)
Its Purpose, Possibilities and Activities, (even allows this Poetry)
I Appreciate The Connections Affixed in Each of The Holy Spirit-Surgeries  ( Ps. 139: 13-16 )
But Most Of All, I Appreciate Being Made … In YOUR Imagery …                 ( Gen. 1: 26, 27 )

Details | Quatrain | |


Had some lonesome soul not wrecked,
and fortune never let preclude,
to disrupt this butterfly effect,
then, in this world I'd not bedeck.

Details | Rhyme royal | |

Do you see what I see

The reason are of not mine,
like a creaking vine.
I start to whine,
because I'm separated from this day and time.
You have placed yourself up high,
like clouds drifting by.
You never look down to notice me sigh,
cause if you did you would begin to cry.
The reasons are of not mine.
In a wonderful world, I wonder why.
Holding on, but my strength is almost gone,
what day and time am I from.
Why is it so hard for me to carry on
While creeping and clinging to every thorn,
your steadily rising higher as the day gets going.
One on one, it can never be;
fore your structure is totally different from me. 

Details | I do not know? | |

Mana... beyond belief

What about the body?
Life is…a
Healthier body…
heal.their body…

who's Lordes?
LordeeS ... I see

Te kowhao ... "a hole"
The night or darkness and te kow hao united and birthed the gods of nature....

whole realm
W hole real M
. of love.

Details | I do not know? | |

Letting Thoughts Run

Letting thoughts run, fun 
happily eager to meet one another in a clash of ideas
each as unique as the last they mingle, and greet as individuals in a mind of mentality, a 
party pulling out poetry in an attempt to define definition of self, indefinite.

interesting to see thoughts of wisdom, timeless and now 
advise thoughts of hopelessness in a sea of certainty
washing up possibilities washing away concerns
cleaning the soul of poisonous thoughts with purity.

Pure is energy
Pure is light from the sun
Pure is compassion and empathy
Pure is initial
Pure is without thought

Thoughts live one at a time
Thoughts travel in a single line

You can only hold one thought at any moment
so make it a good one, a positive one
one that makes you smile

Good thoughts bring about good things
bad thoughts bring you trouble

Manifestation of thoughts into the physical.
The thought of thoughts being materialized, in a vessel
visible, tangible,
in itself shapes these very thoughts.
Creation is consciousness.

Thoughts are free until you put them on paper, or
type them, now imprisoned behind digital bars
these words will never be the same
as the moment they were created in my brain.
spontaneous words can be, here there everywhere at once
with no real connection or responsibility except to the writer writing them
and the reader.

Details | Free verse | |

The New Era

This is the new era.
Ships stay docked,
And nothing ever changes.

Everyone who passes you on the street,
Doesn't even look you in the face...
Afraid to break away,
But more afraid to stay right here,
As they slowly fade.

Faces have become one,
Because this beauty that we valued so much,
Was unified and all the same,
So when you fall in love with one of us,
You fall in love with all of us.

The buildings speak in whispers,
But the ground screams,
"What have you done?"
Everyone here is now deaf.
Everyone here robotic, if that's what that means.

See, things are not the way they were,
When you were growing up...
Names are not names,
But numbers...
Configure and disfigure.

A slow erosion in the sky,
Domestic disturbance,
Streetlights ablaze,
Radio skyline...
It's just another night.

We do not die...
But we do not live.
We are constant and hollow,
Weak and dismal,
Just where can you hang your head among the dead?

Modern medicine,
We need you so,
But when therapy doesn't come easy,
It does not matter,
When we are only echoes of the past.

This is the new era.
Ships stay docked,
And nothing ever changes.

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Impact of Radiation

my knowledge on the
impact  of radiation 
is quite limited

but I do wonder
if radiation would be
in a brand new car

that was produced in
Japan after the earthquake
and the tsunami

if the water has
radiation, would the paint
on the car be safe?

do we realize that
dangerous radiation
impacts the whole world?

do we realize air,
water and nature will not
be safe for mankind?

sadly, inventions
without preparations for
disasters proceed

and mankind welcome
each with great expectations
to increase comfort

until the next time
a tradgedy occurs, and
many lives are lost

Details | Ballad | |

Children of the Light

Children of light, Born of stardust
Living in a fragment, Living in a moment
Not to expire but to change, As all energy never dies
A vibration on the smallest singular molecular level 
An energy in everything even star dust
Dust which fed the primordial stew of earthly existence
And continues on in each of us
Children of light, Soon you shall shed the halo 
The coil of mortality, The frail limited body must go
Children of light, That vibration inside
 Will not cease but continue to thrive
As a Child of Light born from beyond time
Limited no longer by ties that bind
Oh Child of Light fear not the signs
For this life is but a moment by design
Children of the Light do not fear the eventual change
As you move forward from this confining space
Children of  Light there is no other way
You will be welcomed back into the warmth from which life began
As Children of the Light we shall all meet again
Bound by the very stardust, energy and vibration of the cosmos
And never to have to say good bye again
Good Bye sweet child of the light 
In a moment I too will be at your side

Details | Rhyme | |

Whatever I am, I just accept

Amongst the countless grains of sand I sit and gather some in hand A moonless sky is up tonight Glittering stars with all their might The grains of sands I dare compare To the stars above to which I stare The mind assumes it comprehends Although it only makes amend Am I a figment or just a dream? Or maybe just a being supreme Do I exist and does it matter As time passes and things get darker And what is time and how do we measure A second, a minute or something bigger Can we equate our life to be? Something as simple as energy I have no answers to all there is Nor do I wish to even perceive Whatever I am, I just accept As answers remain quite inept ©Elisabeth Dubois – Dec, 2011

Details | Rhyme | |

Romping the Reptile

Romping on the reptile,
Drives me wild.
Playing hide the lizard,
With you.
Cures me from the blues.
Ascending and descending 
On your dark anaconda
Is a workout
Harder than video’s from
Jane Fonda.
Slicking your lizard 
With my mouth or my cushy
Makes me know
That you’re no wussy
You’re a strong, sexy man 
With my wanting tail in your hands
Guiding my tail up and down
Or stroking in and out 
Hiding that lizard
Making my body shake, gyrate, 
And swivel
Riding and romping the reptile
Certainly drives me wild.

Details | Rhyme | |


Acid has become our rain
and oceans with mercury do we stain
dioxin lies beneath our ground
in everything toxic materials be found
E-coli is used to alter genes in food
where recombinant DNA is understood
heavy metals do the population addle
as the health industry lose continuing battle
With the law makers do the inhabitants contend
and a wealthy man can the laws amend
documented information on man's pollution
yet nobody seems to have a solution
Programs that show if man were to die
nature herself would repurify
at 300 years would be the retaking
of only a portion of what mankind is making
Desecration upon desecration upon the land
mankind destroys himself with his own hand
no amount of law can change our ways
our own nature fallen since ancient of days
Scientists who study regeneration
pursue this path with great fascination
they know that the body should heal itself
but understand not sin and it's stealth
Deserts now stand where nature did blossom
the amount of the damage is beyond awesome
ground waters filled with pesticide
about it's effects have governments lied
Asbestos and arsenic and lead just a few
adversely affect the body nothing new
tons upon tons of toxins released to our air
and only for wealth do manufacturers care
Seabirds and mammals die from plastic trash
the production of garbage for making of cash
forest and savannahs are being depleted
in soil degradation are crops being seeded
With love for our earth the concerned have their say
but the pursuers of wealth do get their way
the destroyers of earth with God will clash
but this system of things will Jesus dash
sources Gen. 6:11 Eze.9:1-6 Matt. 6:24
Luke 16:13 Revelation 11:18
reading and study of science
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Details | Senryu | |


Acid rain gets blamed,
Sulfur from burning coal,
Stinging the sweet earth.

Details | I do not know? | |

Amazing Octopus

Beneath the deep blue ocean waves
In coral crevices, holes and caves
Exists a creature of the deep
There upon the rocks to creep
While through the water he jet propels
With muscles that contracts and swells

This invertebrate is soft and pliant
From smallest to the biggest giant
With bulbous head and eyes with slits
It waits and watches using wits
Anticipating its prey to grasp
And then with suction caps to clasp

With no bones to keep its form
It can change and so transform
And squeeze into the smallest spaces
Into tiny fissures and thin ledge places
With eight long arms and caps in rows
If losing one a new one grows

And when afraid or to confuse
They squirt out ink a flawless ruse
Or change their color with special cells
Intent on using magic spells
Their blood is colored blue not red
They have two eyes upon their head 

Inside their gills and body parts
They have three beating, blood filled hearts
Their intelligence is far superior
To other fish, that are inferior
They have good memories, both long and short
And can learn new tricks if they’re taught

A shark it can so easily kill
By holding it so very still
With camouflage it can achieve
A form and shape that can deceive
They have an excellent sense of touch
The Devilfish its other name
An octopus, yet just the same

Details | Acrostic | |

A Season's Beauty

Spring brings on a pleasant change when nothing around us remains the same.

People are skirting about the more-

Running to and fro, enjoying the great outdoors;

Imaginations are beginning to fly just like the birds up in the sky.

Nature has again performed a glorious and wondrous thing---

Getting every thing:  the flowers, trees, birds, etc., ready for a new season - 

Details | Free verse | |


If I could see you every day
For the rest of my life
I would be so happy
But why should I be
When you no longer seem to feel that way
about me

I’m done with emotion
I’m done with feeling
And it looks like you are too
Judging by the way you’re acting

Every time I find someone perfect for me
I’m reminded they’ll be just out of my reach
No matter who it is
No matter where they are
No matter how very much they mean to me

I’m finally beginning to learn what it means
What this great grand thing we call “life” really means
And I’d rather be on my own all alone
Than bouncing a baby on my knee.

Details | Rhyme | |

Blood Types

Here’s a little something you might like to know. You're a universal donor if your blood is type “O”. You may have type “A”, or perhaps type “B”, You may even possess the type known as “AB”. “AB” is the blood that is found less frequently. That type is considered a universal recipient fortunately. For the D antigen, most people are Rhesus factor positive. Less common are those who are Rh negative. So there is just a little medical information. The American Red Cross seeks donors throughout the nation. Information obtained from pamphlets distributed by the American Red Cross.

Details | Lyric | |


Used to look through child’s eyes
Used to stare at star ridden skies
Used to smile at silly sounds
Used to dream of the future’s bounds

Used to play in the thicket of my mind
Used to search for a place to hide
Used to act like story book heroes
Used to count from 100 back to zero

Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red
Used to believe all the words that everyone said
Used to want a big house and brand new car
Used to hope that I could someday set the bar

Used to use my imagination
Used to use that motivation
Now being used by my frustration
Of being used by my own generation

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
All our resources from bottom to top

Used to sit up all hours of the night
Used to believe that people were alright 
Used to think that we could still pull through
Used to think that everybody knew

Used to have faith in the ‘truth’
Used to see their words as proof
Used to hide these tears I’d cry
Used to hold my head up high

Used to think I had a grasp
Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask
Used to act like there was no problem
Used to hypocritically mock any and all of ‘em

Used to use their aspiration
Used to use their motivation
Now they use their investigation
To bind us to their administration

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
But when will this mass consumption ever stop?

Details | Haiku | |

Building Blocks

The Invisible
Framed the worlds by faithful words
For visible proof.

Dedicated to my son Caleb.

Details | Cinquain | |


Blue hue 
Where life begins 
Wonderful, reflective 
Is, hydrogen oxygen  

Details | I do not know? | |


‘Couch potato’,
‘Couch potato’,
Vexed by every one,
A mother of one,

A woman bulky,
Became sulky.
Coaxed to work-up,
For fitness to develop,

Took to swimming,
Jogging and running,
And drastic dieting,
All unscientific training,

Swift and slender,
Became tender!
Has the training worked wonder?
No! she invited danger!

She is twenty eight,
Walks with a waddling gait,
Gets intermittent ‘blush’?
No! It’s a ‘hot flush’!!

Mental irritation,
At times depression,
Irregular menstruation,
And painful coition,

Pain in the low back,
Fractures the femur-neck!
A menopausal syndrome?
No! An acute weight loss syndrome!

Details | Free verse | |

I Do

Admist the rocky mountains
And the natural springs 
Comes a better place I remembered things

under this lamp post is where
you first asked me to take 
your hand in marriage 

I remember you down on 
one knee and the snow was 
just starting to fall 

You looked like a little lost puppy 
looking for a way to speak I
took your hand and said yes

That was over twenty years ago
And to this date we still come back
to the Springs of Colorado and say I Do

Tribute To Colorado
Rocky Mountain High

Details | Abecedarian | |

Spring garden prep


After the winter season
But before the rains begin
Catalogues of heirloom seeds
Delivered just in time
Earmarked and prioritized
Farmer’s Almanac consulted
Given planting periods
Horoscopes included (but useless!)
Individual seed varieties ordered
Junk mail shredded and added to compost
K (potassium) added as potash
Lumber purchased for trellises
Mulching around transplanted seedlings
Non-Genetically Modified Organisms only
Organic fertilizers only, too 
Planting by phases of the moon
Quick-fix pesticides are anathema
(Round-Up kills everything--US, not just weeds)
Seed boxes keeping seedlings warm
Testing the soil for minerals and organics
Unleashing ladybugs and pollinators 
Vertical gardening to conserve space
Watering just enough, but not too much
Xenocide, killing unwanted weed species
Youngsters helping (or hindering)
Zoning plants to vary root depths

Details | ABC | |

Moon Mirror

The sun, going about her daily chores, 
glimpses a new star in the sky, 
one smaller than herself, 
yet strangely familiar.

Used to catching her image first in puddles, 
then growing larger in lakes, 
she at first only sees a stranger, 
then catches herself 

spread in the moon's reflection 
across thousands of miles of sky.
Hypnotized by the beauty 
of this strange new view of herself, 

she can't ignore it, 
sneaking looks time after time; 
she can't take her eyes off herself.
Daily, as the moon moves about in the sky, 

the sun catches tantalizing glimpses 
of herself from multiple angles. 
By then, the sun imagines herself to have 
the moon's full attention, 

claiming it as her mirror.
Like Snow White's wicked stepmother, 
the sun asks this mirror repeatedly, 
methodically, almost hypnotically, 

"Who is the fairest of them all?"
The moon answers all questions 
bringing the sun back time and again, 
puppet on a string 
seeking a definitive answer.

By day, the moon untangles 
its strings of moonlight, 
puts out its nets.

Their dialog moves sideways; 
the sun's questions, always direct, 
glance off the moon; 
the moon's answers slip around behind it 
as the sun tries to get a better look 
at what the moon might be saying.

Who was created in whose image? 
Which came first, 
the chicken, the egg, or the yolk, 
small sun caught up in the quicksilver lies 
of albumen?

Details | Lyric | |

Fire Mother

Cold morning greets the weary eye clouds drape the horizon in gray
I turn around avoiding the sight I cannot stand with a dreary pale day
And then I feel it on the nape of my neck A hint of warmth kissing my skin
I turn around gazing out my window and see in the gray light the size of a pin
I try not to build on my hopes the thin ray of light might be gone in a tick
And then it happened the clouds parted way amazing ling quick

within a moment I was a washed in light blinding brilliant and glaring so bright
it was like the day had defeated the night leaving the world with breathtaking sight
The orb of energy colored the sky in outrages shadows and countless hues
the godly object painting its art from star to star the cosmos its muse

I moved with a pace to open the door I flung it open with a giddy delight
the clouds burned away by the waking of ra the life giving force of comfort and might
the rays that touched the flesh of my face washed in warmth a faint tingle
Colors above began to dissipate lose there sharpness leave then un mingle

now the sky retains the majestic color of the all welcoming blue
now nothing can stop the suns life and energy from making it through
the moments I spent outside my front door revitalized my heart filled my soul
I dare not stare into the great star the center so bright a positive hole

I stood there soaking up the nectar my skin absorbing the vital beams
Before this day I thought the world could only be this beautiful in our dreams
Iam not sure to this day how long I enjoyed it how long did I stay
I took the time to indulge in the feeling the blinding array

The golden orb that gives life a chance nourishes its children down below
refreshes my outlook changes the day shinning down for the rest to grow
to bathe in its glory heat on my skin sensations burn from my feet to my chin
summer is coming in its time the way it has always done the way its been

Shading my eyes from the fiery glare I take a last glance at the burning sphere
so filled up inside with light and warmth my lets out a rejoice full tear
Once again it will set in the sky but it doesn’t take long for it to appear
to give the life that we all so crave and to make our days a little more clear
a god to revere a star we hold dear every summer once every year it comes again
to greet us here banish the dark conquer our fear once again I will gaze and ill peer on the 
celestial being 
that owns the sky the liquid fire mother our sphere

Details | Narrative | |

From My History to Your Future

My thoughts linger in the bleak expanse that surrounds my disembodied conscious and  not even the pulsing epiphanies (a million lifetimes away) can bring light to the horrific darkness embedded in the remnant matter of this repented skeptic. 

As the winds once shifted on the golden plains of grains horded for profit and power, so to did the opinions of laypeople and professional swirl around this once complacent arrogant mind too enamored with the process of living to notice the force of life rapidly receding like a cool drink carelessly spilled on a hot surface evaporating before the instinct to lap it up was unleashed.
Now, darkness brings light and clarity to seek out those who are groping in their own brilliance. Descending down on the sea of life hoping to light onto the thoughts of one who will not suppose nature and God are enemies, while science sits adrift in a raft with room for one, watching the worthy vessel with its unworthy passengers rock to and fro unaware of the great fall just ahead. And in the abyss finned creatures too intelligent for their own good helplessly watch because they have no hands to take the helm. 

The wings fluttering above are just as useless, and back on shore the other passengers of the original ark wonder why the misguided stewards bothered saving them in the first place.

But if I could find a mind like a fresh flower obedient and open to receive this
pollinating knowledge, it might be enough to propagate the species of thought that will save billions of embodied cognitive factories from the impotent byproducts of denial: procrastination and the convenience of inconvenience.

Even now I observe changes in the political and environmental climate, and hope my
thoughts have not taken too long to drift from my history to your future.

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Changes of Our Time

If you learn about the left,
You learn about the right.
If you learn about the sun,
You will learn about the moon at night.
As above, so below, 
are the wise words once told.
Until modern civilization,
Fell victim to a new control.

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to see the future

Possibility the hope of a better outcome down the long beaten trail.
A glimpse into the future what will it bring what obstacles will it entail.
Tomorrow holds the key to the secrets of life and the enigma called man.
Uncertainty grips me tight over chest a mortal outside of some grander plan.
Eyes of flesh are blind to moments outside there primitive reach.
If only i could bend the path of time what wonders i could teach.
Will I see a world in unity and trust or will it stay the same hanging on doom.
Divine guidance or newest science can let any being see past there tomb
Sensation over my eyes seconds pass and i believe this is long awaited vision.
Color painted walls play out the scene no god no religion.
Impact of my quick return to the present time and the relative space.
The truth of the puzzle is impossible to accept cant look it face to face
A subtle fear engulfs my soul now I know things no mortal should know
My quest complete with no satisfaction life should pass slow.
Burning my vision the future scenes re played and I'm losing my mind.
With a knife i dig out both moist orbs pain is great instantly blind.
Maybe now i can live  out my days an eyeless old fool
Faint tired i fall to the ground loss to much blood I'm expiring in my own viscous red pool

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Details | Carpe Diem | |


prime movers-
will the world stand

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the dancing machines
please stay away from everyone's knees
you very nasty


Please please please
stay away from especially
my knees you very nasty 
and honorable theives


so please fly off to those daisies
for these these these are the only way I want it to

{ bee's }

Little Song Jenny And I came Up When She Was 4 LOL 
Thanks All For Stopping

Also Entry For Matt Caliri's Contest
Funnest-hardest Poem Ever

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So vast expanding and diverse Is what we call our universe And who are we, in this strange realm And what is guiding at the helm Engulfed by fear of being alone Souls of origins still unknown Alienated by vacuumed space So cold, so brutal, with no escape. How wonderful it all appears On planet Earth, our eyes deceived When distant cries cannot be heard Nor sounds translated to mortal words A breath in time is our existence Although we need significance Guidance we seek through dying eyes Short of answers and lots of lies

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' Whence Day Touches Night ... ' ( Metaphysical Poem # 5 )

‘ Whence  Day  Touches  Night … ’ ( Metaphysical Poem  # 5 ) 

Does Not Day … Touch Night
At One Instance of Time ? …
When Setting Sun … On The Horizon
Draped in Robust Pinks and Orange-Golden Capes
of Flowing Attire … Gently Retires
from Stage … and Engage, One, Last, Glowing Smile …
which Close 'Act One' and Cause … Applause
from Rows, Upon Rows
of Verdant Mounds, and then Bows
Half-to-Sacred-Ground … Half-to-Sanctioned-Crowds

… So, The Day Withdraws, with what We Saw
in Theatrical-Display … Threw One Last, Soft-Kissed-Sunray
in a Humble Gesture … of Divesture …

… and then God Be Praised! … Day doth’ Raised
It’s Fingers of Fire … to Admire the Purple Haze
And Indigo Hues … like Oncoming,  Enveloping, Opaque Pews …
a Prelude to Darkened Glory … as Black as a Pitch Curtain – Oratory 
and Us … as Observatory – Standing-Ovations
Spectators, to this Tapestry of Mastery

… Relieved Only by Moon-Cast-Light
and Thespian Star-Rings Bright …
Upstaging  The Day, and All It’s Props For Height
 Which had Performed With All It’s Might …

So, that We Remember … in Our Low-Sky-Sight
Whence One Instance of Time … Day Touched Night …

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Blessed Is He Who Walks Not In The Council Of The Ungodly

Blessed is he, who walks not in the
 counsel of the ungodly.
Nor seeks counsel in their
 "wisdom" or folly.

Blessed is he, that doesn't stand 
in the way of sinners too.
Nor takes part in the things
 that scorners do.

Blessed is he, who deilghts in 
obeying God's commands.
He is attentive to his voice,
 and understands.

Blessed is he, who meditates
 on HIS word day and night.
It's the truth of his word, 
which gives him delight!

He shall be like a tree planted by
 the streams of water.
Though the fiery trials of life
 seem to get hotter.

He shall bear God's
 fruit in due season.
His love for him is the reason.

When trouble comes his way...
he shall not wither.
God will protect him...  
 as a believer!

In all that he does... 
his life will be blessed!
In Christ.... he'll find peace 
 and a haven of rest...
Blessed is he who is rooted 
and grounded in HIM.
Who seek HIS ways and 
call God friend.

Blessed are YOU ... 
very much indeed!
Jesus is here now... 
and he's all you'll ever need!

By Jim Pemberton


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Modern Moon Miss ...

A Mellow, Intoxicant – Moon-Shine
Out of This World – But Orbit’s in Line
Controls The Lunacy- Longing, Just Fine
Heard Howls At The Moon? … It Was Mine…

Not a Lunatic – But Lipse’ – Scientific … Sometime
Like a Space-Kitten, Who just wants to Climb
And Prowl 9 (?) Milky Way Planets, in One Lifetime… Not Nine
And Purr in Milky Moonlight… On My Spine

My Soul is all Aglow… You’re in My sight
And Even, My DarkSide… is Searching Mister… Right ?
I’m and Emotive, Aspiring, Silhouette-Shone, Light
Full … of Faith, Formulas and Moon Flint-Rocks, Bright

So, I’m Not Crazy… But I, Phase… A- R o u n d –  Sense 
… at Least, to Your Grounded, Male-Ego Logistics
yet, I’m Glad, You Still Try To Reach The Moon…
… but Maybe, I’ll Beam “You” Up Scotty !… Soon

… So, Brace Yourself… I Can Bring The Bravado
Pace Yourself… We, Got A Long Way To Grow
Race Yourself… Flash Your Flag… Fly and Follow
Raise Your Rocketship-Ride…    Ready … Set … Go !

… ‘Cause Modern Moon Miss… Miss Ya’… You Know…

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The Other Side Of The Moon


                                                      Spaceship trips

                                                 In the literature it says

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From here to the edge of everything,
From there back to an unknowable beginning,
All things are in intimate contact.
No island isolate,
Though the sea be infinite.

Superimposed, we ride the light
Stretching through the gulfs all around
We touch and move one another
Caught up in the swarming particle dance.
Self extends to other Selves
Aloneness made illusion in the end.

The lines of lives and loves entwine,
Reshaping the past, rebirthing the future.
We pass through one another
Coming out of nowhere
Going towards nowhere
Yet always together in a strange Everpresent
Drawn into one another's wakes,
Themselves a part of the floor of fields that makes the Now
In all directions,
Sometimes, by design of chance,
Two living forces will entangle;
Once done, they live the Unity,
And they are One, even if the whole breadth of the Universe
Should come to stand between.

When entanglement is welcomed,
Isn't that what love is?
When the sum exceeds its parts,
Isn't that what love is?
When two are born to share time,
To shape it to the perfection of their balance,
Isn't that what love is?
When one can't tell where one leaves off
And another begins,
And both find that the way things were meant to be,
Isn't that what love is?

     And if it is,
     Then perhaps, some moment in some eternity,
     When all the forces have entangled properly,
     Love will be everything, everywhere
     And the Ineffable that has patiently waited for this
     Will smile itself to sleep
     To begin a new and brighter dream.

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Number Nine (Nonet)

Sixty-three divided by seven
Four squared plus two and minus nine
Square root of sixteen plus five
Square root of eighty-one
Three squared plus zero 
Ten minus one
Six plus three 
Three threes

Comments:  dedicated to the mathematical wizards who would like to write a 
nonet poem, this is your chance.   This is a very understandable way to write a 
nonet. A nonet poem has nine lines, with the first line containing nine syllables, 
the second line eight, the third seven, then six, next five, then four and so until the 
last and ninth line has one syllable. The nonet poem may be written about any 
subject, and rhyming is optional. Start with a topic sentence and work it down live 
a funnel. It should be deductive and inductive.

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Natural Curing " Save a Child? "

The story you read
In the shape of a poem
Its all about life
To continue it growing
The recent case 
Of Daniel Hauser
To deny him help
Media exposure
This 13 year old boy
Saw his aunt the same way
He took his first course
But the course made him sway
And his mothers thoughts
Maybe religion will save
And the fear of the thought
Her son no longer the brave
Behind the scenes, the Religion Nemenhah
A white mans dream of the " Cloudpiler " Landis man ah!
Where Natural Curing is what they can?
Is this the reason why they ran?
My thoughts go back to the way his auntie was
For to continue his treatment, as his bravado thaws
Its the word Chemo and the course it takes
Going through spells of goodness and sickly states
How many cases where the parent was ill
Did they make their own choices, to get better at will
Or did a another person decide for them
With their consent, with the write of a pen
In natures eyes, as a mother gives birth
It should be in her want, to save her child first
Why she would do this, take her child and run
Is it this Nemenhah cause, that prevents her son?
Written to answer my thoughts on the question posed by
                  Katherine Stella on her poem
          " Kid Natural ( the Daniel Hauser story ) "

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Kharithana (Kri-sta-la)

Mitochondrial Eve spinning the moon 
without interruption or supervision.
Stars sail across the sky without time
as she is both mother and midwife.

Primordial Eve in infinite density.
Infinitesimally small, a ball of power
a witness to it all, as all
abilities to predict the future break down.

She was there with the molten soup;
the black iron core glowing blood red.
The syrupy mixture of elements
spirit, earth, fire, wind, and water.

Kharithana exhaled into existence
into Lucy our African humanity.
Silently witnessing the dawn of spring
the azalea blossoms, the buzzing insects.

Everything comes alive when Kharithana
opens her eyes at sunrise to capture
that moment when the first golden ray
caps the mountain range and forms a lining.

Thus when Kharithana yawns, stretches out her arms,
like the big bang my heart becomes a beating drum,
synapses snap and my quantum capillaries
rediscover the meaning of life.

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CyberSpace Secrets (Part 1 of 2)

A Voyage Where Adventure Must Invite:
Off Mega-Hurts (MHz) - - - -  thru Giga-Bites (Gbyte)
And Reboots, Resets and Reduced – Sites
… into CyberSpace’s Secret – Flight…

An Inner Sanctum – Leaving from A Void
of Dreamless Drones or Disposable Droids
whose Mechanical Moves are quite Paranoid
Poised to Replace Super-Hero-Humanoids…

… and their CyberSpace Secrets…
of Convertible – Virtuals – Rushing like Jets
Suggestible – Intellectual – hasn’t Arched Yet
Yes, that’s Conjectural, even a Lamentable Retrospect

… so let’s… get into our CyberSpace’s Secrets-Chest
into Circuitry of Micro-Chips and The Matrix’s Breast
where Modem and Mainframe can Process Trip and Test
and View Monitored Progress and onward Press…

… The Auto Pilot… Tho’ We Should Not Forget
Manual Conversion, is better, when used to Connect
Real People, Who File-by with Knowledge and Respect
Programmed Codes of CyberSpace – Specs

… So May I Journey Into Your CyberSpace?
Let me Scan and Search Thru – Your Data Base
I want more than Information… I Want Interface!
And A Fusion of Feelings and Facts, Fast-Paced!

… Oh, The Complexity, The Intensity, Ingenuity and Affinity…
The Enormity of The Capacity for Sensitivity or Voracity
The Trajectory and Congruency, makes A Sweet CyberSpace Symmetry
Your Beauty and Ability, I must ask, “Boy, Who’s Your D-a-d-d-y!

See, I’m Dropping Crumbs; like Hansel and Gretel
See, I’m All Thumbs; at Gifs and Pixels, at This Level
Seems You’re Still Skipping On Blast-Off-Key (Launch) Pad Missiles
Too Far Away to Hear – My Wavelength, Wonder Whistles…

Come Back!  Help me Lift this Artificial-Escape Lid!
Are You ‘Lost In Space’ – Gone Off The Grid?
The Heart of Dark-Matter – ‘Where Have You Hid…
…Your CyberSpace Secrets Amid?...

… What Vector, What Sector, What Intranet
What Satellite,  What Planet, Which Parapet?
What Sequence, Star System, Radius, Apex…
Oh, Signal Me From Your CyberSpace Trek!

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Untitled #140 / Metal cog

The moment a metal cog stands suspended
on the whiteboard by a pair of visible strings & springs
Ah! But one invisible string, one invisible spring
keeps the whole from falling apart!
The genius who discovers this secret
will have his name repeated across the universe for eternity!

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There are five of them
Summer, winter, spring, fall and
The blessing season.

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Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men

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Let's Duke It Out

I was born in nineteen sixty nine
just off the block and in my prime
now let me introduce you to 
some pertty good friends of mine

Let's start with my uncle Jesse
to me he looks like he's ninety nine
but I love to watch him when he
takes nips from his moonshine 

Here's my owners Bo and Luke 
cousins of a kind just hanging out
with Daisy who looks 
so sweet and so darn fine

But There's some other folks
that just don't like our kind
its those sheriff folks thats
watching the hazzard county line

Starting with their fearless leader Boss Hogg
Who's radioing all the frigging time to
Cooter and Davenport And to that rascal
Rosco P Coltrane who he cannot find

Now my life is such sweet devine
when your jumping in and out of my windows 
while running from those sheriffs from Georgia County line
in my general lee waving a confederate flag thats in it's prime
Honking my horn to a dixie tune of same kind

Tribute To The Dukes Of Hazzard LOL

Also Entry For
Christopher Higgin's 
Get Your Rebel On!

Tho This Poem Is Not About A Person 
Changing My Life But The Time Era Did
And Something About That Show Changed Me
About Opening Your Heart And Home To All

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8 Planets

Vast and giant objects cast onto a canvas of black,
amidst them sprinkled dust and ash reminiscent of a fiery past.
Gas and energy burning, light,
a sight fit for man and gods alike.
In this particular family dwell,
eight celestial bodies to tell.
Each unique, this Milky Way,
does man and life alike partake.
So let us, a trip, embark upon,
through stars, and heavens, and things beyond.
In line before all does Mercury fall,
composed of iron covered in mantle and crust, this ball.
Romans of old saw it move swiftly,
and named it for him with wings on his feet.

Sometimes called sister by our dear earth,
the unforgiving atmosphere blisters and burns.
Venus, thy name though fair,
could not sustain life with poison for air.

Earth, man's Eden, of blue and green,
in it's protection we live and breathe.
Four seasons rich, I will only ask this,
please take care of this wonderful gift.
Of all the planets, this one's reputation,
captured hearts, and sparked imaginations.
-Though alien beings might escape us thus far,
no soul will deny, there's life there on Mars.

The giant of gas with a red eyed storm,
could hold every planet within it's large form.
Jupiter, on its axis, so fast,
less then 10 hours a d ay there would last.

Saturn, the name has quite a ring,
and a density that won't allow it to sink.
Rock and ice particles comprise its belt,
for a spec in our galaxy, it sure stands out well.

Uranus it seems you are always relaxing,
you lean on your side with a tilt of your axis.
Named for the god of the sky by the Greeks,
you even have rings, my aren't you unique!

The one body predicted before being discovered,
is Neptune, behold, it's name fits its color.
The winds howl at speeds much uncanny,
distant, unassisted, your existence,  man can't see.

Thus ends our 8 planets, unfolded of late,
now what else can you find in our Milky Way?

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My Very Last Wishes

When I'm through with this vessel, this is what I wish to have done.
First, any useful organs of mine must be removed and given to anyone
who may need them to enhance their life or maybe to extend their present one.
Once the above has been honored, this is now what I wish to have done.
The remainder of my remains are to be given to the science of medicine.
Perhaps its study will serve some use in saving the life of someone.
I've come to learn though that with any case of cancer no organ donations can be given
nor can those possibly infected with HIV or any other harmful contagion.
Science also can't use these cadavers either. I'm not really quite sure of their reason.
So if the above does apply when yours truly does die, 
my wishes are to be applied in the following fashion.
My remains are to be given to what is known as a "Death Farm."
They might use my remains to be locked in the trunk of a car,
exposed to soaring temperature in the hot summer sun
and/or to sub zero temperatures once winter has begun.
The data from my remains will greatly help the science of forensics
and may serve helpless victims who may have died like this to their final form of justice,
possibly resulting in the conviction of they who disposed of their victims this way.
If I can bring Justice to these unfortunate people, 
I'd be honored for the small role that I'd play,
but if by chance the death farms don't want me, then this is what I wish to have done.
Dump my earthly remains on Africa's Savannah plains, 
perhaps it might provide the starving wildlife there some very needed nutrition.
If I haven't left behind enough cash for such an expensive depart
then do what you want. Follow your heart.
It doesn't matter anymore. This vessel and I are now through.
What to do with it now is all up to you,...
...and I apologize for laying that responsibility all on you.

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Eyes That Blink

Eyes that blink and flash so bright
Can see whats there at dark of night
Eyes that catch life in a flash
A families love or waters splash
When all has changed or gone away
Leaves what will forever stay

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It Doth Not Yet Appear

Problems, pressures, pains, hidden hurts and annoyances arise...
Good indicators of abnormalities in normal bodies...
Diseases discovered by the doctor's diagnoses...

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Precious the creation of each blade of grass
with wanton destruction how long can they last
like showers carried on the cycles of wind
knowledge is traded for gold in the end
every molecule that exists is part of the whole
without his consciousness mans without soul
the threads of life display unequaled beauty
to protect and preserve is more than a duty
Guardians entrusted with care of the earth
a failure of many to see what thats worth
the voice of our actions how we are living
that is the testimony whose service we're giving
Twas Love that gave our fathers birth
that wove the filaments of our earth
who laid the circuits of our skies
with knowledge made his children wise
With careful thought designed where we would live
the precious abode that to your children give
nearly infinite the habitations given to explore
a desire within for learning so very much more
Flowers so deep in the desert blooms
small decorations in so numerous rooms
opulently have you adorned our planet
many are those who think you have not planned it
With fire and ice welded the universe
the circuits of cosmos which around us skirts
mankind has named them like their gods
false stories that each millenia frauds
each pattern contains the steps of a dance
to intricate to have arrived merely by chance
attempt we to trace the flash of beginning
seems no amount of knowledge can prevent it from ending
offered you have days of pleasure endless
infinite life and resurrection of those we miss
the very creation and its distribution of wealth
bountiful resources and with perfect health
how could I not before your promise kneel
when you have offered our beings to heal
where imperfection is turned into grace
and all of our offenses you will efface
before your people I will you extol
the first and the last who gives us control
I rest my soul in the course you have set
because my happiness you will never forget 
sources psalm , prophets and the gospels

COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller

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carnal sin , elemental

    " The spirit is strong ; but the flesh is weak...."  matt 26:41.....

             Is there a way to define , carnal , and the elemental properties of sin ?

If you look at the greek word , " syn " , ( sin ) , meaning , ' together ' , and the greek 
word , ' apsis ' , meaning , ' a joining ' , you arrive at the word , ' synapes ' , which 
is a joining together the space between nerve cells through which nerve 
impulses are transmitted . A neurotransmitter is a biological substance that 
transmits , or inhibits , a nerve impulse at a synapse . A neural is of a nerve or 
the nervous system , a neuron is the nerve cell body and all it's processes . 
Matter , is what a thing is made of , material , whatever occupies space and is 
perceptible to the senses ; percieve is to understand , to become aware of 
through senses . Material , of matter , physical , of the body or bodily needs , not 
spiritual . Important essentials made of elements or parts needed to make or do 
something . Elements , is the natural or suitable environment for a person or 
thing ; first principals , or primal natural forces , being an essential part or parts . 
Elementary particles , are subatomic particles as a neutron , electron , photon , 
and so on etc...........We are a product of our environment , what we eat , the air we 
breathe , and the elemental attraction or repulsion , originating from attitude , it all 
begins within'...............
                                 SYN , or sin , is to join the outer physical body with outer 
physical elements which is the cause to effect carnal sin , through the influences 
of cosmic , universal , energy forces , which are elemental properties that 
manipulate our nervous system..............again as in the beginning.................

                    " THE SPIRIT IS STRONG , BUT THE FLESH IS WEAK "
                                                 matt 26:41

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I put up the barriers and molded the Great White Stone.
I searched all written doctrines that embodied my light.
It was a remarkable journey let me tell you of my flight.
I even went through DNA of every strand of every bone.
I matched all the genetic linage to kind energies ingrown.
It was like an open door after door where all turns bright.
The misplacement that followed is truly way out of sight.
Seeing it all made me search my truth and I wasn’t alone.
I felt like I am the only one.
There was just me to believe.
There was too much undone.
More than humans conceive.
This was an origin unknown and not of this world.
This is timeless intelligence appropriately swirled.

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I'm A Survivor

I never thought that I would be free
Yes, free from negativity
I never thought that I  would be a meteor
And crash from the dead galaxy
Of mistrust, disgust, rejection
Of lies, deceit, greed, and torment
I never thought that I could survive
Without the malicious you in my life
Without anger, pain, self-hate and strife
All of the sharp objects that I was born into
And severely cut and bruised me 
Are falling like missiles with motion
Of projectiles: 
Poverty, racism, lackadaisical teaching.

I’m surviving finally free from
Not thinking that I was wonderfully made
Because I didn’t have the same star quality
As someone else.
Not ever feeling true love
Because I was seeking it in the wrong region of space
Dealing with corrupted minds of aliens
From asteroids of arrogance and angst.

I never thought I would fall into the heavens 
Of positivity
I never thought that I would take off my goggles
And say that I survived the mission
I never thought I would be on board
Traveling many light years as the captivated cadet
Of hostility
Nasty nebula was mission control.

I say it now I’m on a new mission
As a prosperous captain
Of confidence
It may pull me down 
Stronger than gravity’s force sometimes
But I have a made up mind
I’m standing firmly with an upside down frown
Mighty motivation is mission control.

I say it now and I say it bold
To all of lavish aliens living 
In the galaxy of lustful lies
I know that I will survive
To all that jolt around in the Jupiter of jealousy
I’m going to hop in on the Halley’s Comet of hatred
I’m a survivor and I will travel many more light years

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Playing Catchup

Tide slurps wet kisses on weed slimed stone jetties
The wind slaps sandy fine grit into salt dried eyelids

And the sun shines on

Gulls scream challenge as clams dig spurtingly deeper
Shells roll and tumble wave dancing on flowing sand

And the sun shines on

A white line jet outruns its trailing breakdown
As a crab scuttles sideways into sheltered shade

And the sun shines on

And the waves have no end
Echoes of moon tugs on wind oceans 
Racing to catch and match 
The spin of gravitational fire

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Thanks, Neils Bohr

Neils Bohr came up with a simple way,
To picture an atom. Now I’m glad to say,
Thank you for the atom’s planetary model.
To me in my learning the basics of chemistry.
This model made a heap of sense to me.
It helped me to learn a concept that’s quite complex.
Bohr, I must say that you’re one of the best.
Thanks Neils, Thanks Bohr,
Thanks some more.

Now when I think of an atom,
I think of the ringed-planet Saturn.
Thanks to you Bohr oh so dearly.
Now because of your theory,
I’m able to vision an atom in my brain clearly,
With much precision.

Thanks Bohr, for your brain’s mechanism
To make sensationally scientific decisions.
Great job, for your work you received 
The physics Nobel Prize in 1922.
I would not have made good grades
In physics and chemistry,
If it were not for you.
Thanks to you Bohr,
Chemistry is a subject that I adore.
Thanks Neils, Thanks Bohr,
Thanks some more.

wrote 1-29-10

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The Meaning Of Life

The meaning of life in the simplest of explanations, is to be of value to its existence. 
Creating a sense of worth with who or what we love, Which breeds a sense of gratitude, 
Which breeds a sense of happiness, Which breeds an understanding of The Meaning of Life…

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They Came For Us - Final Act

Another day we awake, in this desolate world
Years of debris in continuing swirl
In the town where i stay, we have rallied and done
We have underground points, where we frequently run

We always discussed, the times they came back
And wondered the reason why they never attacked
We marvelled at their technology, as they gathered together
And marched us in trances, never having to tether

What would they want, with billions of people like us
Our discussion gets angry as we enter into cuss
Were we to be slaves, or even worse than that
Out there and beyond, we have become just a stat

Then one winters day we awoke to heavy rain
For we knew from the deluge, they had come back again
This time was different as we watched as they land
Something so simple, for years we had planned

The amount of shuttles was never like before
In sporadic landings, as they opened their doors
We ventured forward in trance like walks
Showing no emotion, only our eyes talked

As we get to the doors, into the shuttles we fire
Shooting at random as our fears aspire
Their doors start to close, but before they depart
We hope for victory, and show them humans are smart

In their exodus as they head back to the light
On board they carry, many an exploding device
For before their doors closed, inside we threw
Man made killers, from our murderous menu

We look on in hope as they reach the light
As they disappear through the clouds and out of sight
Minutes pass as we witness our goal
A blinding light leaves us in joyous extol

Debris drifts down and all around
Who ever they were, they now scatter our grounds
Drastic measures called for drastic decisions
All us fighting adults and me, they are now deaf by incision

From this day forward we will all start anew
The billions we were, erased to a few
We must educate and learn from our past
For we now have the honour, to make us humans last

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four plex permute

about 25k of DNA
that's all we got
for expressions to say
but more than a lot

adenine and cytosine, 
long to interlace,
guanine and thymine
to make a living base

all stewed in nucleotides
helixed turns so linked
is what makes life's ride
to all organisms distinct

finned salmon fishes
grizzlies and finches
appointed life's wishes
for nature, it's a cinch

too, flies and butterflies
anaconda's and darter snails
life's supplies in disguise
diversity of crittered tales

it's puzzling to piece
just how life can do it
with near-infinite increase
of its proteined tool kit

switched on proteins
morph winged extremities
to myriad of in-betweens
and other of life's remedies

go for it, life says
make a smash, make a mistake
live it to the hilt
all ways alive, for life's sake

© Goode Guy 2011-12-22

Details | I do not know? | |


You can stand among them without being afraid
Many of these faces look friendly enough
Even though the world has hardened them
They look friendly enough
So friendly that you begin to 
Long to be one of them
You want to forget your problems
Because being you hurts too much
They look friendly enough
But masked behind those friendly faces
Is a pain
Somewhat like your own
They are just better actors

Details | Epic | |


There are so many things that I'd like to know
but the questions i ask are answered so slow

Like reality!

All time and space why is it so?
Why do we think and why do we know?
Why do we live?To reap what we sow?
And when we die where do we go?

What is this life and what is it for?
Why do we live and why do we war?
And for all that we see is there something more
That lies beyond sight that we need to explore?

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Becoming an Atheist

It doesn’t happen all at once,
But with the measured tread of rational thought;
Shedding the comfort blanket,
Embracing the cosmos as it is
Without the wishful thinking,
Cleansing the intellect,
Sharpening the senses, the forensic faculty,
The spirit of enquiry.

Perhaps it’s sad to toss away old certainties,
The homely prayer learned at your granny’s knee,
The rituals, empty now, emotional attachment
To music, candle-light and incense
Which sanctify and justify medieval stones,
But the rewards by far outweigh the trifling loss.

The universe is enough, dynamic, terrifying,
Chaotic, but moving to the music of
Molecular synthesis and disintegration,
Attraction and repulsion;
Worlds growing and shrinking, over time scales
Way beyond imagining.

And you’re a part of it! You’ve won
The greatest lottery in life by being born!
Enjoy! Exult
In the excitement of another spring,
In friendship, love and babies,
In the power of life itself.

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Intelligent Design

God's born
Earth Genesis were creationists right and darwin wrong
As our conscience wakes , sound science proves evolution is fate
Man tames nature empowers man reinvents nature
Sound science transcends mortal man into godly creator
Life is science , an infinite mathematical equation 
Many past lives are demonstrations
When the ancients learned wisdom , disigned cultural paradigms
Mortality once an unsolved riddle , science its divine solution
Life's true meaning is disguised by mental pollution
Why is life possible ? ITs mystery origin is supernatural science
Which transcends understanding and reliance
Ancient wisdom proves hatred makes life worthless
Yet love and kindness proves life's purpose

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Learning Sabbath

 Learning Sabbath 
Learning Sabbath 
Some people have much silver and they count it in the box some people have 
there dollars cut in half and have too much some people have no money but 
have a better half some people have a life even if its just inside them or there 
wife even iff she is so far away on Sabbath Day. 
Eye walked and gathered food and let the food place fallow lie on sabbath day. 
Eye walked and begged no money on the sabbath day eye walked and carried 
food away on almost every sabbath day but if eye want to tell the truth and never 
lie then eye must say there had to be at least a sabbath day eye kept sometime 
no judgement come to me as eye am not professing law to keep but lawgiver 
come on sabbath day so sweet at end of life to come eye have the only one the 
last one eye must keep and not be late it's Heaven found above no fable of a pie 
in sky no fable but the truth no fable of a someday world but one of solid youth the 
strength of elder the hope on GOD the wonder of a life changed into a life of 
wonder and of old turned into young Saturday will come.

Details | Couplet | |

Untouchable Questions

Where is it that we go, behind closed eye lids?
An untouchable imagination, beyond the physical and off the grid?

Where is it that they go, in man made machinery to the sky?
A place unseen but seen, and gravity is what they defy?

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For many an historical generation, you scintillated man’s imagination. The subject of numerous films and books, your presence was worth some astronomers’ looks. From writers such as H.G. Wells and Jules Verne, the fire of man’s curiosity would burn. With mankind’s ingenuity and labor, could we travel to this planetary neighbor? If we arrived there, what would we find? Are there living creatures similar to earth’s kind? With man’s advancing technology, space probes to the planet became reality. However, what we discovered was not as expected. Hardly any form of life was detected. With cold desert-like terrain and desiccated atmosphere, no life as we know it could live here. No canals as previously conjectured would exist. As a planet with life, you are crossed off our list.

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Writing sets me free.
It helps me get my point across.
When I am writing, no one is my boss.
The literary genre of my choice is poetry,
Because it creates the very image of my inner voice.
I’m not very talkative in fact:
People are surprised when they see me act like they act.
Back to the genre of poetry,
I like it because it sound like the lyrics of rap M.C.’s
Again, I say it lets you know,
The real me.

I had no idea that God gave me the gift of writing poetry.
I realized it when the so-called love of my life walked out on me.
It was the only nonviolent way of easing my pain, 
Because I had already done so many things to get over it that caused me shame.

Not only writing is a talent.
I have many hobbies some could call me a jack-of-all trades.
I love music, singing, scientific works, and reading books-that all people made.
Numerous talents have me unsure of what career to pick.
I don’t know what I should be.

I think sometimes that I want to be a singer, engineer, or teacher/scientist.
I often wonder, is all of that really me?
I have no clue of what I should do.
Maybe there is a way that I could mix,
All of these talents together.

Writing helps me get all of my thoughts out.
Maybe I should be a writer on various topics of my interests.
I am a quiet person so writing is way that I shout,
About my beliefs, attitudes, interests, and general. 

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if my desperation
make its steps
reclaims in surging matter
drop itself in black hole
walk in anhilating step
recharge itself  reborn
From the black hole.

Details | Haiku | |

Speed of Dark

Its faster than light
Which arrives to find defeat
Darkness is faster

Details | Free verse | |

natural order , existence

concept , cultural evolution , how superficial
buy into that program , how artificial
continued phasing , hazing of fad's
glamour , luxury , vain world gone mad

failing to recognize , natural order's persistence
willing to trade , then terminate existence

let us not forget , natural force's methodology
as we progress with convenience of technology

the natural order of existence , will remain rooted
any and all resistence , eventually booted

as we stand , doe eyed in headlight's , transfixed
let us not forget , we're an essential to the matrix.......

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Chaos ( This new science is a science of poetry )

Chaos  ( This new science is a science of poetry )
A straight line spirals all things formed spirally around patterns of creations universal
principal painted pallet of spirals Perception presents a limited solid the object
individualized by imprints of the total is spiraled Chaos individualized perfection total
chaos universal order chaos balance of discord and rhythm never once repeating the
synergetic pattern


Chaos law creating and creation chaotic order The point at which awareness enters pivots
at the onset of turbulence awareness turbulence touch of mind the finger of God the
movement moment point of issue and center in a spiral The pattern repeated  galactic shape
spins spirals DNA to fractal forms in a spiral all a product to produce of individual and
individualized perfection !!

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The Global Warming Goblins


 The Global Warming Goblins 
 were gruesome 
sneaky creatures
and there are movies 
featured with these 
they 'd often spread
gruesome tales 
just to scare
they didn't care
like tales of dying whales...
and dying polar bears...
They'd pretend
to like nature .
They'd pretend 
to like humans
Yet, the gruesome
sneaky goblins
blamed them for the strife
they set out to hurt humans 
for the rest of their life.

Crunch! Gobble! Crunch!

"The earth will melt-they'd shout!"
And many more lies spread about!

"The earth will burn!"
"The  earth won't turn!"      

      Lies, Lies, Lies !

" Serve us or lose your  head!"
"For if you don't, you will dread.!"

 Crunch! Gobble ! Crunch!   

Copyright  McCuen  2008

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Acts of God

Neither Mother Nature nor Father Time
Has ever railed any accusation
Against God with reason or with its rhyme
For earth’s travails, there’s no gratulation
In deeds of the gods evil to the hilt
Who bring such slanders; yet, they hold the guilt

With the prince of the power of the air
Who comes to kill, deprive and raze; the theif
Of the kings and rulers everywhere,
Orchestrating casualties and grief,
Thrusting in his sickle and clutching the snath
In anger and hatred reaps earth in wrath,

For he was cut down; falling to the ground
He drew the third of the stars of Heaven
With him, and his pomp; his viols did sound
Within his chaos until day seven
When God had made good that void with form and
On the day before gave man its command.

Thus, rage of the serpent was so subtle
To steal the crown to be god of this world,
But his time’s cut short since God’s rebuttal;
So he takes out his vengence, and it’s hurled
At those who have no law and make no pledge,
At overcomers gaurded with a hedge;

The winds, earthquakes and fires pass by with force,
But God only good, is without the blame
When Father tells Mother to take this course;
Since the gods follow evil to the flame,
The earth is in sorrows to be redeemed,
And God is the One most often blasphemed.

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Five Minutes till Midnight

Two minutes closer to the midnight hour
They say the Doomsday clock has moved,
And the swiftly moving second hand is ticking
Like it has nothing left to lose.

Nuclear proliferation is the issue at hand
And it’s certainly cause for concern,
When you imagine that one day soon
The entire earth could burn.

For five decades scientists have sought
To build bigger and better bombs,
They say they need them to keep us safe,
This reasoning seems convoluted and wrong.

But I’m afraid it’s too late to complain about it now
As there are so many nukes that it makes me gasp,
I just pray to God that in the morning when I wake
It’s the sun that I see, and not a nuclear blast.

Details | I do not know? | |

My Beautiful Son

The room goes dark
The silence surrounds me
Slowly my heart begins to harden
My mind begins to race with
Thoughts of you my beautiful son

Then the why’s and what ifs flood my mind
My heart grows harder
Living without you is becoming too 

Suddenly I can feel the warmth
Of your touch on my shoulder
You wipe a way my tears
I now feel you inside my heart

Helping me to go on without you
The longer you are with me
Living day to day becomes easier and less painful

Knowing you are in my heart and 
Will never leave
Makes life easier

Our memories will go on
I will never forget
You my beautiful son
You will forever be with me
I will never let you go but
I will go on 

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Soon it will be hot outside.
Umbrellas will be used for shade.
May is really the start of summer in
Moist and warm Louisiana,
Even thought the calendar says it starts in June,
Really can’t wait for summer. That means no school.

wrote 2-11-10

Details | I do not know? | |


I need my hair just right
I need my socks to match each other
I need mascara to be on point
I need foundation to hide who I am
When does it stop
How do you know
at what point and time do you lose yourself
All this covering up
I've learned to be what people want
But what do I really want myself
 Somethings change with just a little touch
   Yet somethings never change
       you can't mask a girls insecurities up
         She still feels them everyday
         No matter what her outside appearance says
           and the more she feels INVINCIBLE
               the more she feels AFRAID
             There's no hair color to pretty 
               you can be pretty naturally
               I love my hair straight like chinese people
               that's why I use a 300 dollar flat iron 
                and I love handbags of the expensive varity
                 I put on a show each day for everyone 
                   But inside i'm alone 
                    and no one really knows

                I close my eyes and wish I could disappear
                           from this moment in time
                          escape our 21st century
                         where they teach us to judge by what we see
                          So i'm vain because of society 
                             I have to look pleasing to the eye? 
                               Is it my fault I'm vain?
                                 Or is it our problem in disguise? 

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' Tilt '

23.5 Degrees
On Earth Axis – Tilt – Trajectory
… Prevents Drastic Climate-Changes
And Dangerous Tide Tsunamis

Motion-Sensors Are Going Off
Scientists, May Your Voice Be Soft

G34-B… See
This was Done for You and Me

Oh, The Genius of Genesis, Which God Built
Shows We All Should Just Take The Time to …

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Like cars

All through life shifting gears
All through life burning wears
All through life crying tears
In between we lick that sweet with joy
And the laughter and giggles never so raw
The look in each eye that holds care
Through the whining blows stamp that scare
If men could be so a such
That in every darkness one holds a torch
Sorrow come wet tears
Men are cloth that never wears
Drying  tears in shifting gears 

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Woodland Paradise

Let's walk beneath the oak trees, 
lie on the mossy ground.
The woods are where I love to be.
God's secret place that we have found.

It's nice to hear the scurrying
of the creature's busy day.
If you listen to the woods you'll find
they have oh so much to say.

The crunching of the dead leaves...
The trickling of the stream...
The calling of each animal...
This is the place of all my dreams.

I'd love to build a cabin
in this woodland paradise.
We could enjoy the simple things.
Oh, that would be so nice! 

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With All That May Ever Be

Movement of matter, with time find name, 
However it may be there must also be flame; 

Casting out matter becoming planets in tow, 
To circle the flame in an orderly flow; 

Time there will be for that flame to give light, 
Behold there now, both day and the night; 

Movement of matter with time let there grow, 
That which will learn and also know; 

And there with all that may ever be, 
There came forth you and also me;

Details | I do not know? | |

Ageless War

As they tend to do on ghoulish nights
the souls are screaming an endless cite
together the sound will end the fight
as the souless warriors all unite
they wonder in ever aimless march
they walk together in rounded arch
they cease as sounds of stringless harps
play deadly tones of rising starch
for todays the day that satans born
as hell is opened in endless scorn
the gate of death in ever form
the doorways open souls are torn
heaven hears the banshees fall
the angels of life begin the call
as wings of mighty resting tall
the flight begins for the endless war
the shining beams of white will show
the proud of savior carry them low
as swooping of good will begin the blow
the war of ages will now bestow
father time has just been slain
the devils work to heed the pain
the angels try but cant regain
as time stands still the war remains
planets fall unto the sun
the gods work now see satan run
as rocks will fall from heavens gun
the star of light now dark wings won
clouds they part the flight of life
swoops down below in endless flight
as souls are stolen from the night
no sun to see whos wrong whos right
the ageless war still in the now
no angels of light for you to bow
but all remains unto the brow
of life on earth is forever in prowl
for you and i are in this fight
who side do you declare to right
for you and i have no more tears
for the fight will last a many years
the wings have fallen to the ground
the horns have risen up but not found
they somehow met in ghastly earth
guess what you and i are one from birth

Details | Acrostic | |


We have six more weeks of it.
Indeed the grounding saw its shadow
Now we have to stay bundled
The temperature is quite low
Everyday I hope for snow
Really I do. So I to school I won’t have to go.

wrote 2-11-10

Details | Name | |

The Peachy Dress

In an old tattered arttic far from here there hangs a peach dress
Treasured so Dear It was worn by sweet Lady Mam;
To a dance long ago, a pretty Lady, very shy, but Her Eyes
Were a glow Her hair was done Her peach dress was trimmed,
And the Poet's across the room looked up and grinned he asked Her to
Dance and they danced all Night, then said farewell by the first Morning light
Grandma read Her story Here and never finished but a tear rolls down
Her wrinkled cheek as She clut peach dress their peaceful World
Was shattered whence guess He joined thee writing group and then said
Amen She never saw Him again Her love had died,but whenever She
Looks at the peach dress,She feel dancing by His side.

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While I sit with flowers around me

While I sit with flowers around me,
I see many butterflies and a bee
They remind me of summer days
When I sit on the beach and agaze
Gaze, agaze and think what makes our earth
Then I realized that was not the question, but what it is worth
It is worth o so much, yet why do we pollute it
And for how much we need the earth, it is not worth it

Details | Blank verse | |


When dust moisturised in Air,
And flies with vaporised water,
Becomes clouds and shines,
In colours with the rays of sun.

When dust enters into the lungs,
It blocks and produces cough,
And comes out with thick spit,
As rain comes with heavy water.

When dust enters into the body,
Skin starts to burn and feels dry,
When dust acrossed a mind.
As it feels tension in brain.

Dust in mind, dust in thoughts
And dust in a system is harmful,
As it is powerful to stop corroborator,
A soldier knows how is it dreadful?

Dust produces bacteria,
That eats the healthy products,
Natural and unnatural things,
As a body, iron and wood.

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Here where the World is quiet
There where all trouble seems
Dead Winds and spent Waves
Riot in time dreams of dreams
I watch the green Field growing for
Keeping dirt fresh and sowing
Harvest Season and mowing 
A sleeply Nature of tears and laughter 
A Poet writes that word of intelligent  
May come Naturely
I am reading books of Days experience
Desires and dreams
And powers and everything       
Only art here live has Nature for neighbor
And far from Poetry or best wan Waves
And rain labor Winds strong Ships
And spirits steer
They drive a drift and whither wot
Not who make thither
Nature sweet hither 
Pale without Name or number
In fruitless Fields of corn
All Night till Good light is born

Details | Name | |


Incessantly distinguish applause readiness
Estimate necessitous showing entertainment
A Champion over there I ask where
Society authority mistress speechlike
Fascinates popular quality I poem announce
Action preservatives colonies corianderly
Obtained emblematie of abundance flowers
Used ceremony inedible trumpet bachelor
Manipulation embematic gladiolus drawed
Attention elastic related Poet structure
Finish forever and a Day by a Champion I am 
Progress amen strong impress and wised
Response instance representation vowels
Comparielongate current thy Air sense
Beautiful scenery may we Poets Have a toast at eve 
Inspring a song drill agricultural practice made famous
Stream exercise general design post up horizontal 
Frame Peachy Write my first and last thought
Picture this moment with honestness
I am poeticly here I won.

Details | Ode | |

Untitled #32 / Crazy physicist

Crazy physicist! So, you can
put a man on the moon?
Ooh! I have a new problem!
Calculate the trajectory of my soul
as it leaves my body!

Details | Light Poetry | |

CyberSpace Secrets (Part 2 of 2)

… What Vector, What Sector, What Intranet
What Satellite,  What Planet, Which Parapet?
What Sequence, Star System, Radius, Apex…
Oh, Signal Me From Your CyberSpace Trek!

… Just Let Me Into Your CyberSpace
Let Me Scan and Search Thru Your Data Base
The Time-Warp – Continuum is NOW… Make Haste
Give A Flash, A Bleep… Some Navigation Trace!...

… Excuse me, I don’t mean to Static Cling…
to this Screen… But, did your Com - on, mean Anything?
Don’t Blink-Blink – Blank Stare Me, Give Back a Beam!...
… into This Cybernetic Scheme…

Aaaah, The Constant-Kinetic Indicator… Right There!
Like A Neon-Escalator Suspended in Air
A Dimensional-Conduit… Oh Captain, You Care!...
Your CyberSpace Secrets, Sent To Share…

Let Me Into Your CyberSpace
Let Me Scan and Long-Search Thru, Your Data Base
I want more than Information… I Want Interface
… and Forever Float in Your CyberSpace…

Your CyberSpace Secrets, I Will Chase….

Details | I do not know? | |

earth treading stars PART TWO


Details | Rhyme | |


So many things
Are running through my head 
Conversations we have had
All the things we've said

I know it might be crazy
But over these few days
I'm beginning to crush on you
And I don't know what to say

My stomach starts to jump
My heart begins to race
It's hard to catch my breath
When ever I see your face

We seem like we're such opposites
But we're very much the same
With everything that we've been through
And who we both became

Details | Free verse | |

harmonic convergence

                         First , to understand harmony as charcterized by a concordant 
which is to formerly agree........converge , is to approach the same point from 
different directions , to form unity toward a common result . The theory or study of 
the physical properties and characteristics of musical sound , analysis being the 
representation of math functions by means of linear operations . 
                         Physics / acoustics ; is similar to themselves in regard to " wave " 
physics.....and  " vibration " acoustics , a melody of chords to produce substance .
Force correlation ; forces such as , heat , electricity , magnetism , light , sound , in 
theory is indestructable matter , no material particle can ever be lost , no part of 
the force existing in nature can vanish . Force or forces , being different modes of 
motion , making them capable at one moment a " cause " , and at the next an 
" effect " ; cause and effect , with the beginning of the proton ( physics ) to 
symbiosis , mitosis ( biology ) . To understand the physical elements that 
surround us , coupled with the biological elements that are us , is to at least 
understand the interaction of mutual cooperation with the two properties which in 
effect influence our ( 5 ) physical senses . CAUSE and EFFECT............
                        Hypothetically it possible that because of our 
biological composition as earth beings , along with the physical elements of our 
environment , that is the cause for our perception , where on a different planet , 
because of the different atmospheric elements that don't mutually respond to the 
differences , thats why everything can appear barren , a chemical 
take it a bit further , but actually personal , internally , could this also be the 
reason for disfunction of self , being barren within , like a desert........hollow  ?

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Our universe touches our five senses.
Visions of the darkness as a fire blazes,
Our suns flare like a whispering wind
Venus sending calls in mysterious flavor.
Contact with Mars brings life’s substance.
Earth entices the universe filled with tears.
Mother Moon our overseer of natural reason.
Five elements hold focal point together still.

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How much longer....

How feeble is our attempt
grasping at purpose
like windswept salt air,
minor contributions upon
levels of major play....
understanding that
the lack of understanding
continues day to day....
sequences re-lived although
redesigned by imaginative minds,
as telling as the next wave
which isn't that far behind.....

What is the trueness to purpose ?
 What forges ahead our persistence,
..............our mystery of existence ?
What is it we lack,or are we lax,
in our approach in comfort ?
is it all a walking slumber,
a dreamstate awaiting analysis.... it the discovering of wonders,
in hopes only to avoid paralysis ?

How much longer,this battle for God ?
How much longer for true peace and liberty ?
How much longer this dying continuity......
a life of ambiguity,searching for amnesty,
amongst the dispersal of seperation.....

How much longer.......?

Details | Burlesque | |

Quantum Mechanics

I have a troublesome car
always something to deal with
makes me wanna go to a bar

I have around here
a handy auto service station
it should only be next-door!
cause when it comes to repairs,
I always need some more

now the station has an odd name
it's named Quantum Auto Repair
you might think this sounds lame
but if you really don't care,
I'll go on just the same,

Jim and Mike are the mechanics
that try to keep me on the road
I'm sure you know what's comin' next,
you hardly need be told....

yes they're Quantum Mechanics,
so slick with truck or car
they can fix about anything
you know how some people are

but last time I was there
I stumbled upon a book
that laid on their worktable
I had to have a look!!

sure, enough, Steven Hawking's
physics treatise
how could they follow this??
even with my lengthy schooling
this was something I would miss

I guess it goes to show you,
don't judge on cover-alls
'cause you might be surprised
on where the truth falls!!

Details | Rhyme | |

Many Lights

There are many kinds of light in the world,
But my light outshines every one.
Even the full moon among the stars
Can only reflect me; I am the sun.

Details | Verse | |

The Last Of Summer

Blasted through the arteries of great wide open spaces
like fuel-injected bullets from some laser-sighted gun,
over-priced and deathtrap built, nothing cars to nowhere places,
trailing prisms of bleeding sump oil underneath the cooling sun.

From the money-grubbing fingers of a travel agent slaughter trip,
thrown a pitch in shadows of a power station pleasure park,
where sheep are glowing green at night with radiation flavoured dip,
the very soul of Mother Earth succumbs unto the leeching dark.

Rabble rousing bodies spill their flesh upon the mosaic floors,
a crunch of black sand sticky feet through hotel foyer abattoirs,
these patrons clutch at local maps, get lost inside revolving doors,
then dance around the nuclear core in plastic palm-tree disco bars.

A haemorrhage of bleeding skies damped down with streaks of sulphur grey
is fused onto the dark horizon by a deeper shade of red,
yellow bikini beachwear melts leukaemic on the judgement day,
the swallow cardiac arrests, the last of summer drops down dead.

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Chaos and the Art of Love

 I cannot count the number of times that people have told me to not think so much to simplify my life when I felt stressed when life was seemingly out of hand.  What most fail to realize is that it is not about simplification.  Life is about discipline.  Life can be as complicated as a person can make it so long as there is order within it, Balance.
Chaos is simplistic in its randomness but unproductive on a whole.  Most often I have found the will or notion is simple the action complex. The will to love is simple, easy in the notion the thought of it.  Either it exists in us or it does not.  The capacity and the action however, requires more than just thought and words, the randomness.  The art of loving, this system constantly moving toward a state of increasing entroy, requires order, purposefulness, and attentiveness. The mind is the catalyst the lock and key to keep the reaction moving forward.

When it comes to dealing with others, we cannot force love to happens either the intent is there or not.
The questions remains is the person worth the patience?

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This Week's Quiz

Strap yourself in, folks, here we go again!!!;

What comes out of nowhere?
Existing when it seemingly feels like it?
It is virtually counter-intuitive,
With properties we usually associate
with God......

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Tom the Tramp's Space/Time Continuum

This wandering planet travels
Through timeless time and
Spaceless space
This wonderous world
Home to the human race

Teeming with life-forms
of countless kind
Surely to impress
the most skeptic mind

Creatures flying through the atmosphere
Creatures crawling on the ground
Countless creatures swimming in the deep sea,
Those that burrow beneath the the earth
Or walk like you and me

As we swiftly traverse
The multiple-universe
and wonder what will be
Ahead for you and me...

If i had a saucer
to travel well beyond the sky
And searched for eons looking
Perhaps I'd find out why

This "arrow of time" they say
Has no reason it can't reverse
If time is really real, I mean
Right now it's but a guess

How marvelous it would be
to travel admidst the stars..
and be the first to see
beyond the earth or mars

Just to seek encounter
With other life I'm sure
Much like we on earth
Have continued to endure

What secrets would we learn
What wonders before our eye
Would touch our hearts and minds
Before our race may die

All I know for sure,
Or trust in God he may
Allow us to achieve this goal
on some far far future day.

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Injected eyes,
Poached-egg lids,
Rosy cheeks,
While walking he reels.

Speech irrelevant,
Belly corpulent,
Handshake hot,
Language rot,

These will be the wages of sin,
For those who live on whisky and gin.

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In the beginning,
held in perfect tension;
Inner molten heat
meets climatic erosion;
Giving life to all.

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Unifying Theories of Love

Unifying Theories of Love

In the face of savage law
And brutal nature
The needs of survival can only be tempered
With love

This is the triumph of awareness

Undivided in this emotion
Of unity

We are redeemed by the edicts 
Of love
Brings us all then
To this single banner
Its peace a proposal
Wedded to the Earth

The manifold examples
Distinguished such universal
Of understanding
Engenders forgiveness
To the eternal sacrament
Of the sacred pool of life

Seen within a single reflection
The countless faces 
Mirrored interactive their essence
Through the knowledge
Of heart
To procreate the messages
Written in the birth
Of love

Soil to root
And speaks of nurtures
Sacrifice and release
Of love

This clear spring well of spiritual flow
Unburdens the sorrow
Of blood
Is reunited to existent cause
Of the grace
To stand or fall
By its name

Sheath of bark protecting
Stonewall crystal
Populates every atom
This cradle implicit
Between animal soul of heaven

By guidance
All is its want
Named in the first 
Of its love
But for the sake of love 
Loves path alters
Encompasses all the twists
And turns

Love becomes a complex simplicity 
But still suffuses
Within macro-cell
The resonance of creations
Resounding bell
Rings out the vibration
Of harmony

Tree shade
Mountain air
Sun warmth light
All the fruits
Of natures devotion
Without question 
Tender their presence
In love

And enfolding soothing arms
Cuddles all
To a gentle breast
The same arms that reflect
Such a savage nature
And brutal law
Tempered by the needs of survival
With love

This is the triumph of awareness

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Skool of Athiest

It was my first year of school
my was I the fool
I still laugh and think how cruel
but instead I'll think twice
and pretend it was nice
After all it was the school of Christ
The priest that had taught me
Gave me a crayon and fought me
To color inside of the lines
And when I questioned why
He looked at me so sly
"If you don't you WILL go to hell, don't cry"
I dried the tears and thought for a while
HE then hit me.....I gave in with a smile
"Priest , can you color in the lines?"
He replied "Of course I can"
"God will guide my hand"
and pulled out a crayon and tried
and when he was done
he looked far none
"God guided my hand and kept it from the overrun"
"Thats not so bad, you did not even blink"
"Thats not so bad for a man who cannot think"
For I have a mind of my own
I cannot help it if you lost your tone
For if God wants me to be
Whatever I want to be
He will give me the crayon and tell me to run

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Planet world

Life of smile glitter in thundering sky
nameless being started in womb
crystal rays swiped laughter first breath 
billions or seven days who will be the judge 
Ball of fire stay the same.

Unknown pieces gathered unrevealed
smoothing each color mends self being
daring elude  winds rain stars  outburst
thought respect given as birth  dull and clear
Seed  in  wrap flood till crush mutate again

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Fluctiation vanish

In a given day fluctuation chimed 
       drift its space aside of  well-known curve

Surge its ascend as glimpse in twig 
      tail of stars born from ashes sweep

Wipe sparkle in hole maybe illusion in distance
        ascend its glimpse magnet dusty reveal

Loose being state escapes its faithful hood
             crush in pieces vanish in cosmetic

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Yet More Cosmic Thoughts

iron sun in a universe grown cold,
still, lightless and lifeless,
surrounded by universes bursting
with thought
captured moons of long dead suns
spinning off into a meaningless void

once life tread on rich soil
once hopes and dreams soared skyward,
once emotions energized the auras,
of beings long vaporized

magnificent ships lost in dark space
stilled to hydrogen's break-up
another long extinct race

cosmic lights carbonized,
black holes of hopelessness,
sucking in time and spirit...
a universe past the verge of destruction

all seemingly gone...
or is it?

a trillion trillion years from 
birth to death-
the lifespan of our cosmos-
or a pulse in the proton's movement
in a higher level- 
whose higher level still
is a cyclical wave
in an ocean of dimensionless

God: the All-That-Is;
the only connection to all
this madness...

and we are all a part of God-
each man, woman, dog and rock-
each star, each flea,or anything-
large or small-
each atom, quark, or proton...
and if God wills it,
even the mighty proton shall decay...

darkness and light reverse themselves..
in a dance of cosmic time...
meaningless in the end...
only consciousness and increased
awareness have meaning...
Love is the filter of Knowledge...
Knowledge is the fruit of God.

Pop-Quiz: what does this decribe?: up, top, down, strange, bottom, charmed?
you have five minutes- if you're right, I'll see to it you have a million!!!

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There are so many cures today
There's help for whatever comes your way
There's an almost cure for headaches that linger
Most of the time they can reattach a severed finger
There's transplants for thinning hair
And so called cures for fat are everywhere
Bad eyesight?  Get some glasses
Then there's " Beano" for natural gasses
Trade an old joint for one made of plastic
Sounds awful, but it's not that drastic
There's even a cure for a heart shot by Cupid
So, tell me please, why there's no cure for STUPID

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Untitled #138 / A lifetime of discovery

“Invent! Create! Discover!
Enter! Win big!”
Ah, but incentives do not motivate the wise!
A lifetime of discovery! Every moment!

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The blinding   glare,
The deafening thunder,
Created a wonder,
And defied the ‘Creator’!

On the barren planet,
In the cooling ocean
Primitive albeit,
Life was born!

Is ‘Life’ a ‘Creator’s creation?
No! It ’s an accidental happening!!

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i am standing by a river
were the water doesent flow
past voices all around me
were life is forbidden to grow

standing beneath a street light
and the light i now so well
looking up at the broken light
were that guiding light once fell

am standing by a highway
this road i now so well
i thought i heard it say
this is the road to hell

my throat jams up with credit
and theres nothing i can do
and life i wish i fed it
hoping i see this through

shadows in the distance sea
and the sea i now so well
creeping up behind me
i have nothing left to sell

Details | Carpe Diem | |


it's a subject that has been long debated
that all of humanity is genetically related
evolution versus creation
is it all speculation?

many think that mankind developed through evolution
while others think that God's creation is the solution
but why is it so hard for people to understand
that evolution is creation, it's God's master plan

God made this universe in 7 days, so it states in the Holy text
but God's time is not our time and He does not wear a Rolex
they talk about the Big Bang Theory that brought about all this change
but what if that was God's hand clap for all that He arranged

genetically and physiologically every person is the same
for DNA does not lie, it's a fact that's simple and plain
we are all brothers and sisters created by the same hand
all children of the most high God for that was His plan

we may be different shades of colors and speak in different tongues
but underneath the skin we are all the same after all is said and done 

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The Tail End Of Eternity

the borders of space and time,
or so a physicist would claim,
don't at all exist-
everything is all the same-
every point you can imagine,
is the center of it all
and time is classed as
a mere measurement of
movement in this non-existent space....

well, maybe that's true,
I wouldn't know, but it
sounds counter-intuitive to me
I guess I don't have their wisdom
and so I'll never see
how everywhere is the same
and yesterday is as possible
to reoccur, than a brand new day

if I took 10 times ten times ten again,
and squared it all again....
and multiplied this mighty number
by ten more tens and another ten
and each one was a reason
why the universe is the way it is....
I would need more than eternity
to try to figure out this quiz

so I will look no further now
than my next breath, or
maybe my next step,
for if I live ten years longer
than eternity I still will be inept

to figure the riddle of life, and
of Gods, and races of other
living things,
but if he wants me to travel,
I pray he gives me wings
Though I will never be 
of such great worth
to travel in the heavens,
but only here on earth

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Earth Rising

The ground is gray, the sky is black and yet
I fell at home inside this other world
I plant my feet upon the dusty soil
and hail our flag above the Soviets

Three days ago I strapped myself into
this capsule with my fellow astronauts
it seems I’ve trained a lifetime for this day
of mining rocks and golfing on the moon

Call back to Houston when the day is done
the fantasy of every living soul
see Houston rolling out of shadow while
the earth is rising like the sun.

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Ode to Creation

From Nature we are born,
from Nature we live,
from Nature we die,
and are reborn again
as lowly bacteria
with no purpose
but to fulfill the cycle;
the perfect cycle.
From Nature we breathe,
yet everyday we drive 
the cars that Nature 
only to destroy itself;
from Nature we drink,
yet everyday we litter with the
paper and plastics that Nature 
only to destroy itself;
from Nature we love,
yet everyday we build the weapons 
that Nature provided
only to destroy itself;
from Nature we hate.

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Stars Like a Vision

Stars like a vision, Stars on the vine
plucked from the power of One who's divine
Clusters in motion, the fruit of the wind
Light sends it's message though their already dim
Caught in my vision, warm summer night
Silvery star dust a blanketed bright
Lit like the heavens behind my closed eyes
are the dreams of the motion in warm summer skies...

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Trying (My Secret Sin)

Trying to find someone who cares 
Trying to find someone to provide a breeze of fresh air
The moment I do, I mess it up 
So eager to comment 
Steadily trying to guess your trust
Who would truly want to bless this dust
Put everything in a plus and make it a must
I’m trying to find that person in the back of my mind
I’m trying to find a better reason to live than a line
How can I hate you
When you so honestly demonstrate what is true
Memories are tainted pictures you painted
I’m stretched and jaded
Yet in front of my eyes you live one
Every triumph I fetched is faded
Yet I stand here wondering how we get alone
I’m trying to find a shoulder to shrug
I’m trying to find a person to hug

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Link (Bones 1)

in the skeletal belly of the whale
i sat in awe and reverence,
there hung the fishy tale
of how we came to be

in the skeletal belly of the whale
i dreamed a void of severence
from winds that charged the sail
upon the thriving sea

in the skeletal belly of the whale
primeval shards of relevance
turned my lustre pale
and cut my spirit free

in the skeletal belly of the whale
i bowed my head in penitence
and all to no avail 
became as one with me

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The Cautiousness for Life

The words that rends the air everywhere is
We are in a computer age,
Well that's true but my message is 
Be life cautious.

Love everything that has life
You are trying but in other way,
You are equalizing the living kingdom
Into a single hierarchy.

My words are simple
Love all creatures;preserve nature blesslife,
Becareful of a civilization
That put too much stock in science.

Unlimited endeavour to preserve life
Will result to an unending,unforgetable regret,
Of the inexistence 
Of the natural gift of life.

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I Don't Need It!

I’m at my wit’s end
The molecular formulas
the electron configurations
are killing all sensations of living that I ever had
A seemingly unbeatable force
backed by that foe from the East
as he manipulates and propagates this vicious cycle of ill-instruction
in which he tests the knowledge of that which is never taught
I find myself caught in this trap
I’m wrestling with pages of notes
all while in desperate need of a nap
Why do I need to know how oxygen bonds to carbon
in order to diagnose an illness?
Or in order to tell if a bone is broken or not?
I don’t!
That’s just it!
All of this mindless, structural knowledge, I don’t need it!
Once I’m in the true school of higher-learning,
where I’ll get the real tools to future success
I’ll forget it all
in order to learn what I really need to know
so that I may help my fellow man

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GOD: The Designer

raise your eyes up and see who is the ultimate creator
for the universe is a product of a dynamic energy generator
how can one intellectually admire the design 
without acknowledging the designer first?
or to accept that blind chance and subsequent evolution
are the cause of the universe 
does the theory of evolution represent the whole truth and all the facts?
but any system of thought that tries to deny 
and explain away the obvious is somewhat taxed

does it make sense to acknowledge that a house 
to be built needs an architect and some plans 
and at the same time think that a complex cell 
sprang into existence out of hand?

the universe was designed and God is the designer

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Slippin' Slowly

Dying in bits,
Pieces each day...
No matter what I try,
I don't know what to say...

"Reality" is a concept,
I find hard to believe,
Is there more to it?
Or do I self-deceive??

Slippin' slowly
Into another world,
Mists of time and place,
Confuse me so bad,
I don't know how to face...

The future is past?
Time is a joke?
The Universe is endless,
Matter wears a dark cloak?
Dark matter,, dark energy,
What is the truth?
Guess God is alone,
In his ability to know,
I don't think that ever,
Humanity will grow

To the point where the
Last question's been asked,
The last riddle solved,
The Universe and time,
Completely dissolved

I'm just one little man,
Facing the "now"
Elusively confused,
By why and the how...

Not for me to know,
Just to wonder the why,
Someday I will go,
My soul will then fly...

This is a matter of faith,
Not science concrete,
Someday I do hope,
God I will meet.

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whoosh, whirr,
Beware! Beware!
Watches, rings, and all metal here,
beep, beep, Click.
Ethanol in the air.
crackles as ice falls.
Gloves and Helmets on.
Polish, sweep, mop.
Cool air.

Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #168 / Gravity

If gravity is constantly pulling us down,
then what keeps us from slipping into hell?
Little invisible strings hanging from heaven?
or the floor beneath our feet!

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The Ghosts

Fixates the unknown lovers at the electronic conduit,
  blind to each other, yet bonded by faith,
trawling the net with ethereal minds,
  either, or both, may be phantom and wraith.
Subsisting on promises, slaves to the art,
  the pen and the palette, keyboard and stone,
their natures anomalous, clandestinely carved,
  collaborate egos, yet each one alone.
With respect for the disparate tempers they keep,
  the physics of characters lost and then found;
they scratch for the nucleus kernel of soul,
  unleashed ectoplasmically, sonic, unbound.
Dead or alive, of this world or some other,
  ghosts in machines of uncertain design,
it cannot be known, a conundrum unsolved,
  a figment of her mind, or she one of mine.

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A Taurean's Nature

When His dreams becomes visible by word expressions, then He's going to 
become Po @ It( poetic), but when His dreams becomes a reality then he is 
considered Rich @ It!!!

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Page One


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Cowboy Genetics

"Yippee-kai-yay," and cry "Eureka!"
showdown with the fabric matrix,
no more reason to be weaker
in a tumbleweed of strife.
Let us tinker, let us fiddle,
modify the doggone atoms,
cut the piggy from the middle,
quick draw with the splice of life.

Make it beter, make it stronger,
more resilient than coyotes,
make longevity last longer,
kicking nature in the head.
It's darn tootin', keen and peachy,
we're the cowboys of creation,
paraphrasing Friedrich Nietzsche:
"Hasta la vista, God is dead."

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circles are perfect
they have no start
no beginning
no end
each point an equal
the closest representation
of eternity
as perfect a definition
of the cosmos
as will ever be found
perfect eternity
maybe the only
perfection there is.

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Provoking thought's

Before we can realize , should'nt we first recognize ?
don't we have to first cognize , to realize ,
only to recognize , our sense of surrounding reality ?

If we have a limited sense perception ,
would'nt we also lack immediate impression ?

elusive our sense of depth , our sense of space ,
our sense of self ......internal and external.......

We are , after all , unit's of action
output only as good as the input

If our system has become desensitized ,
a failure to coherently empathize
doe's the inanimate remain immaterial ?
If that be true , will the animate eventually ,
become material , to become immaterial ?
doe's the human factor , fall victim to inhumane action ?
or , do we as unit's of action , reinforce a positive reaction ?

Difficult decision's require hard resolve ,
hard inquiries into heart answers
Intricately intertwined ,
relativity will continue to undermine 
un-natural tendencies to redefine....
Nature will continue it's own progressive course........

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Persistence of death

That noise of ever drip
Moves the mountain
The noise of ever sip
Youth from your fountain
Ageless water caressing my lip
Persistence equals my kin
Drip...drip...I call it persistence
You call it sin

Indefinite laws rule our time
Hear the ghosts rebel
Tap...Tap...knock instead of chime
Persistence came from hell
Definitly wrong was the mime
That musk odor of swell
Tap...Tap..came the knock
Of ever setting knell
I call it persistence
You call it hell

Look...look... I see through your eyes
Vacant was your mind
See what I see, now your demise
Searching what did you find?
Leap off the cliff no wings will you fly
Look...Look..there now you die
I call it persistence 
you call it a lie

Must you learn from the still
Tap...Tap... persistence is key
Must you remove your kill
Knock...Knock..know now you believe
Replace this all with skill
Look, Look, as you may need
Persistence will be thrill
You call it persistence
I say YOU kill

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With blear-eyed look,
The drinks he took,
With eyes full of tears,
He enjoys his 'cheers'!

His flushed red face,
Has no bashfulness,
He has enlarged breast,
And 'spiders' scattered on the chest.

In the abdomen distended,
Has fluid  accumulated,
Gives handshake hot,
But has libido lost.

His concealed sin 
Has relieved his mental tension,
But has expressed
In the form of "Portal hypertension'!

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I Wonder

There are so many wonders to ponder
The Great Mystery of Death,
The enigma of time
The vastness of the universe

It is said a trip of a thousand miles
starts with a single step
Yet the trip of eighty-odd years
ends with a final breath

Wouldn't it be glorious,
So know, somehow,
answers to things
never to be known to us?

The last day in the life of
the last dinosaur?
The creation of our vast oceans?
The last thing the last man
will come to know?

Where is my past?
Merely locked-up,
in my mind?

The exact total of all
the grains of sand on earth?
What was there before there
was a was?

Who's running his joint?
There will be a day when we
meet an alien race..
It's inevitable...
But when will it happen?

This train of questions
could go on forever...
But the answers, a far
more elusive thing
are they.