ALIEN -NOT- HUMAN
Alien life form--- ---Far from human toucH
Living among it self--- ---In the heavens like a gurU
Intelligence kept from civilization------Scientist call it a phantoM
Earth remains alone--- ---Like a secret ninjA
NASA's top secret--- ---You are not humanN
BY:SKAT . BY;PD
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
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.
NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view
I can see your blood boiling
through the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my lungs;
your words seek like bullets
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
I should have seen it…
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew.
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same
these 28 days,
but now I’m f_ckin A__hole
Aunt Floe gave me that name.
She said get out my face
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by
What was said before.
I love you
With her glossy eyes
I knew it was true,
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love
To live my life like in a pit.
This is horrible sh_t
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent.
You could be laughing
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue a week.
And that ain’t gone happen
I’m a person too,
But I got feelins
and don’t know what to do.
Now its been six days
She locked herself
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk. ?
white on blue
tears wave to
pain on cue"
~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing
Everybody knows that most urban legends are a bunch of folklores or whatever, especially Bigfoot (aka: “Sasquatch). Urban legends are the only ones that people have been talking about since the beginning. It seems that these unknown events have been keeping people guessing for years to come. Like when a bunch of UFOs came to Earth back in the mid late 90s, which left the media and the U.S. citizens in shock, it was an event to remember. There are some things that everybody should know about, especially if those mythological creatures exist, even to this day. Urban legends occur when all stories about something that does or doesn’t exist. Whether they’re talking about Sasquatch, the Ice Monster, or whatever, they might be a bit harder to believe. Urban legends are just like a full moon waiting to happen; thereby making people do weird stuff. And if all types of urban legends continue to be brought up, there’s no telling what crazy thing might happen next or last.
In between deserts
Ocean there I lie
As high as elimino tide
In dream in one piece
Palm heart cactuses
Tides echo pacific whales
Land of accasias in treasures
Pachamama fly my soul in whale
The wound grow ashes in tears
Desert to pacific gate to open forbiden
Meet Kurosho collides Oyashio
Pachama will comeback all in one piece
The origin of the unicorn begin's in
A time and habitat where we did not live in
In Another Galaxy it could have been in
Or in an unexplored magical dimension
It was a land overflowing with milk and honey
Pure and abundant was it's skillful offspring
Enchanted with a forest that lulls you to sleep
With it's down reaching hum stemming from the trees
The little creatures were cordial and could speak
The streams of life were the preachers of the peace
The fireflies dancing a mild ballet at night
Would arouse even the most dormant soul to sing
But it was unicorns that governed the land
and so to say put everything under one's wing
A unicorn was considered the horse of the God's
It had the chiseled structure of a steeled spartan
It's horn holstered the power of a lighting rod
Sporting a mane as majestic as a mountain and
When it bucked on its hoofs the earth stood still in awe
They spent years on this planet protecting our spot
Behind the scenes in old men's wars they fought
But it was in the hidden rainbows with gold pots
Where their undisturbed and placid image was copped
Now its unfortunate we do not seem them nowadays
mainly because they did not embark on noah's ark
and all the CO-2 in the atmosphere we sprayed
means their world no longer remains and
Now their remains are just horses with no horns
and no potential to fly, so all they do is eat hay, ride and race
and when they die we just assume to make them into glue
JK! Happy Birthday!
* P.D. Unicorn Poem contest
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
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"
Beautiful colors, magnificent swirls
Large enough to consume our world
Then as if connected to an invisible cord
All become stiff as an old iron board
More beauty than could ever be caught
Its multitude could never be bought
The force of it all becomes unstoppable
Within one breath it forms into a single giant molecule
Watching all things stiff
Starts forming a speckled mist
Within a dark green hiss
It's a piranhas kiss
Thats what that is
And out of the violet mane
There hearts open souls untamed
From speckles to freckles to lines we would miss
Within a males pyist
It's love not in a grist
It just keep forming out a name
Once again eyes wide open love without game
< twenty twelve
What The Hell !
What's it's Function !
Only Perhaps !
I've Been Seeing !
think it's all phony
And Full Of Balony !
Entry For Gareth James's
An eerie little poem for your enjoyment.
It's fiction but inspired by a little cave I found this weekend on my woodsy walk ;)
(minus the ghostly whispers! "OooooOOOO!" heheh) Also a bit of a message in this one.
Willow's Bluff (Part 1)
by Amy Swanson 2.9.2009
The other day I found myself
restless and ill at ease,
so I thought I'd take a walk
forget my cares in spring's warm breeze.
The forest was so beautiful
and trees, once dead, were turning green
I couldn't help but marvel
at life's mysteries I had seen.
I started on the well worn path
and thought I heard a sound;
it made me jump, I turned to look,
but no one was around.
The sunlight streamed so gloriously
upon my tear stained face
my heart felt light, forgotten cares
just being in this place.
And then it happened once again
I know I heard a noise!
I stopped now, to investigate
This hidden, quiet voice.
I wandered off the walker's trail
into the woods much deeper
I chanced upon a darkened cave
... and the cave's gatekeeper.
A mystical sight to behold
unearthly glowing light
it rose a bit up from the ground
then faded from my sight.
I made my way into the cave
and there it was... that voice again...
slowly I embarked
My flashlight shining at full force
was still not bright enough
to counter with this deepening dark
I'd found near Willow's Bluff.
I heard the eerie whispers now
quite clearly, in my ear
first one, then two, now several more
and though my pioneer
spirit got me into this,
I felt that it was time to flee!
I turned and ran the opposite way
the voices though, were still with me!
I thought I knew the way back out
I tripped my way along
my flashlight flickered one last light
... I found that I was wrong...
somehow my turns had led me
down a path I did not know;
I turned to walk the other way -
but there was no place left to go.
*continue to Part 2*
** continued from part 1, please read that one first **
Willow's Bluff (Part 2)
by Amy Swanson 2.9.2009
The whispers getting louder now,
my screams rose silently
trying to escape my lips,
my arms now beating violently!
"Let me go! What do you want!?"
my mind's voice now demanded
of the whispering captors
who somehow held me, stranded.
The pressure of the moment
held me paralyzed with fear.
Oh how I wish I'd stayed away
and never come in here!
Tightening around my chest
and whispers growing still...
my mind was racing frantically,
my body felt a chill.
And then... a human voice... a light...
the sun gentle and warm...
my eyelids fluttered... I awoke,
completely safe from harm.
My husband leaned down close to me
and said "Are you all right?
You took a spill and konked your head,
you gave us all a fright."
Confused, I nodded slowly
and my eyes turned toward the river
the path I'd taken in my dream was there...!
I felt a shiver.
"Yes, yes, of course, I'm doing fine,
don't worry about me.
I'll be right there, you go ahead,
but first, there's something I must see."
I saw the path, still beckoning
it looked as in my dream...
a little further down the way
...the same unsettling theme.
The cave stood eerily in sight,
but I did not venture in.
A million questions to my mind,
this journey from within.
What did it mean? and how
could I explain what I had seen?
I chose to bury it down deep
and call it ... just a dream.
They say that only fools rush in
where angels fear to tread
walking down an unknown path
can lead straight to the dead.
One thing for certain, deep inside
I know this was not fluff -
so if you find an unknown path...
beware of Willow's Bluff.
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
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.
To see the stars so pure and bright
which calmly shine in the comet sky
gives you the greatest sensation of fate
that rocks your soul,your heart, and brain.
The Gods are said to dwell in this domain;
So too are martians in alien planes.
Swirling worlds across the galaxy streams.
Red planet in the dark,
Iron Oxide lights your spark.
In search of great, there is not much greater,
then the planet of valleys, deserts and craters.
Spots of white look not unlike snow,
but, in fact, are storms and cyclones.
A surface scarred and cut by time,
holds a soil of Alkaline.
Cold and quite, howling wind,
Carbon Dioxide is what you'd breathe in.
Plains and highlands vast and smooth,
contrast craters the size of moons.
simply a face made flaccid,
beaten, meteor impacted.
Storms of dust bellow and swoon,
traveling to an unwritten tune.
An Argon sword, atmosphere built,
with carbon dioxide playing the hilt.
A Terra of martain Magnesium mass,
is it Basalt, or Silica glass?
Avalanches slope with a streak,
with weak gravity and slide to a heap.
Gullys carved from water of old,
lines can be seen where a sea met a coast.
Surveying mars is a difficult task,
about half of the time there are failed spacecrafts.
But despite all that, we now have a team,
of rovers exploring since 2003!
They have seen much of Mars, as far as can go,
though the poles are of ice, and the weather is cold.
But still, we have maps, and data and more,
we've explored the red planet like never before!
Peroxides and oxides provide color schemes,
it's possible life had seen what we've seen,
it's possible mars might invite human beings,
because anything's possible, when you have a dream.
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...
The misconception about this day
Is that it’s just one day
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
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
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
Livearthia is a planet that is full of life. A place were death has no breath, and nobody knows the meaning of the word. Here death can't even be made up. Here beings are born to live forever. Growing up, being young, growing old, being young again, growing up and old, over and over again, and never dying. In this world, age is determined by how many life cycles you have lived, each cycle you gain more and more experience, unlike planet Earth where you only live one cycle, and the word death is every where, a sad and lonely planet, oblivious to the vast space that surrounds it, there's an intelligence there that brings affliction and war to its kind. In Livearthia the sky is lit up with planets and six of what earthling's call moons, livearthians call glooms and two distant stars that always shine, and it never rains in Livearthia there‘s just a fog, a mist, or a dew. Living things just live, and hunger does not exist.. Livearthians do not speak, they use telepathy, and sign language. One of Livearthia’s glooms is an albino gloom that shines bright but is only the size of Mt. Rushmore. Livearthians inhabit five of the twenty seven planets that surround it Affinity, Infinitum, Vernier, Sagacious, and Callow.
~ Leonard Napierskie
The Livearthia population numbers only in the thousands, planets in the Livear universe are much smaller, and younger. Livearthians do not multiply and over populate the planet much like the humans do to the Earth. Livearthians are much more god like obtaining powers unimaginable, and they do not travel outside there solar system because they choose not to, they are happy where they are.
~ Leonard Napierskie
I need to find out what it all means,
so I searched for the truth in my dreams,
illusions of a shattered reality, unwoven at its seams.
All of life's cohesion, a plan or just by chance,
the gravity enabling this universal dance,
it all seems to run just like clockwork,
makes me wonder whether it might be Gods work?
So I looked through my minds eye, while I was wearing a monacle,
it really did make this world look..well, rather comical,
the distortions of vision were astronomical!
Atomic particles at a most basic level, I saw God, I fought the Devil!
The smallest atoms you can find, the Higgs Boson and strings that bind,
I even watched as expansion hit rewind!
We're taking leaps out into space, huge accomplishment of the human race,
our solar system we've had a taste, further and deeper, how do you operate?
We'll one day finds Earth's new home, maybe under a giant dome,
or in a galactic ice cream cone? All the stardust that makes my bone.
Northern lights, just a jewel on my throne,
though science says 'it's just ozone'
have your ideas because their your own,
don't allow your mind to be overthrown,
things got hazy, or my mind got lazy,
so I took my rag and I buffed my lens,
it feels like I am bathing in pure cleanse!
Or i'm finally round the bend?
Will my head ever truly mend??
For when your balls knocked over the Wonderwall,
all kinds of delight, short or tall, await those who stumble across that garden,
you'll rub your eyes and pinch your skin, What? Hey? Pardon!
I have a sea view over all eternity, the 1000 you's, the countless me's
Life graces the universe, like a play well rehearsed,
starts with a nurse and ends in a hearse,
after the big rip, it's all in reverse!
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
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
Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker.
Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver.
Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche.
Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day.
So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace.
Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace.
Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke.
Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke.
Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed.
In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed.
Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence.
Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence.
Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus.
Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose.
Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below.
Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow.
Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'.
Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette.
Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth.
Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot.
Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance.
Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance.
Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake.
Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake.
Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act.
Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact.
Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam.
Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam.
Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity.
Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity.
Exponential theory, base of schematics.
Common like maybe, superpower military tactics.
Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity.
Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy.
Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase.
Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!
I do not know?
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
”...you better come out…
we know where you are…”
They’re not far…
Stretch of the mind is around
gods great pleasure of sound.
I came face to face with a basket case
and yet stayed in place despite wanting to step back a pace.
His eyes glowed with a blue as cold as ice
and i did not move for fear of the price.
I stood my ground not making a sound
as he did the same not looking around only staring me down.
So i spoke,comming to a choke
and as silence was broke his lips mocked mine as to joke.
No more i stated as i assesed and contemplaited,
nor did he as he patiently waited.
Deciding this was a test,one to be graded,
i set to do my best or leave more jaded.
(so i spoke yet again to my odd but familiar friend)
I don't know what your problem might be
as you stand there and stare.
Trying to look so frightening,
i hope you're aware that i am not scared.
(His lips yet again repeated the god awful sin)
He mocked sankronizingly every word i had said.
I shouted,don't patronize me and don't try to get in my head!
Yet once again,he mouthed what i had sang.
I sprang with a blow that landed in a bang.
I began to weep at what i discovered through my tears,
for the blood of my knuckles covered a broken mirror.
The sun reached down
Almost as if to the ground
Bleaching the skulls and the bones
Wind rustled, rustled the ash
Gently kissing the faces of the dead
Parting with a sorrow it should be said
Nevermore would the faces rise
It was the end of earth
What touched the sky
Dauntless I set ‘cross the land
A grim determination set
Fractious in its demands
A final disposition partook me of my trust
As the bleached white skull
Transcended into dust
With malicious eye I watched it
Weary of such tricks fickle to my mind
Yet remaining vigilant for such a fix
Even as the sun fell
I watched it with vigil till the end
Even then I knew I had entered The Wastelands
The rain fell from the clouds
Vapid as it flew against the sky
Wondering what art disposed it to take me by
And as the sun did rise
Bleating dauntless in the sky
I set ever onward
Doubtless ever onward
Dauntless ever onward
Staring vexed with oblivious eye
As a traveler I lay waste
Mournful for the wretched soul
Which had withered fair
Though I doubted
At that forsaken stare
As I stood and watched it there
That bonded soul
Did the sun reach down upon
Bleached forever on the down
Did forever it sit upon lost ground
And as I passed
I could swear for stare
Swear I saw it watch me there
The kiss of the black hole
The galaxy it's home
Tear apart my heart
It's just a start
Feed off my remains
The ultimate creation
Thy kingdom comes
To be undone
Hallowed Be thy name
For your the greatest power
Our small minds may conceive
It only takes a glance
At your utter magnitude
For the doubters to believe
The vengeance of the lord
Is displayed in your cycle
I wish I could be great like you
An inmovable idol
Teardrops tear away from me
And drop down to the ground
Immiscible feelings swirling
As they dare not make a sound
This is the silent killer
That lies in the end of all emotion
Spewing out unwanted light
Without another notion
This is your nature
To destroy order by your hand
Spewing out of severed chaos
That begats new foreign lands
As if you were the creator
Perhaps he resides inside
The black holes might
Drinks in the light
And reincarnates it beyond the shadows
They heard the rumble from below
Drinks were spilled; they stopped the show.
The scream was heard, the tension rose
The crowd was still, the music froze.
The lights flickered, a roar was heard
Wild lion appears, then massacred
All the zebras, flailing around
So their stripes were safe and sound
This lion though, was smarter than that
2 weeks he’d been a hungry cat
Such silly follies were no match
To save lives on this grassland patch.
We Must Make Way For Princes and Paupers,
Yes Pave Way, Blaze the Paths for Dukes and Drinkards,
Duchesses and Their Harem Of Rowdy Wanton Belles,
Who is She A Dame or A Damsel,
In Relating My Jaguar To Your Aspen We delved into spelling out the qualities of
Their Opel,Citroen and his Jagged Hummer,
Who Will quell This Auto Duel Maybe A Benz,Toyota or A Funny Looking
Angels that sat to crack and eat nuts,a sequel to the Epic "The Squirell",
Estates Reserved for the Esquire,One How many beds didst he deem to sleep a
Your Nutty Officials,Their Sherriffs and Our Squires,
Issues We sat In saliency to discuss In Atlantis And The Consorted Eighteen
Their Medula Lacks One and More Attractions..Hehawed Without a Glorified
Nebulae..A Glitter to Sparkup Our Day,
Allow me beat these drums to herald the coming of My Asteroid Race Friends.
Friends Who deemed it feat to pay us Two Salient Visits,
Passing The soul of Man Intelligence..And Deep Understanding to matters we all
had a light Alienated Idea Of...
Speaking of our Salient Meetings..I Foresee your Frighted Thinkings,
Augmented Thoughts In Wild Ratings..Men's Forbidden Call To Eat Warranted
Fruits..May the Father Grant Men The Sight To See Through in Wisdom and More..
Men who have set the pace and Our Forever Lessons,
For Many are the Hurdles that Wise Men Scale To Achieve Perfection..
Let Guitar Strings Strum Slow Waltz,
To Enable Webster's Tricks and Magic in Grammer's Slow Rock,
Maybe Writing To Heads That have Seen The More..
Stiil I bid Godspeed To The Morrow And More..Selah.
Memo To The Cosmos
Speak softly to your children in their billions
Burning stars and planets planted in the dark
Avoid the void with colors you created
Started in the garden of your heart
Watered with the tears of ages parted there
Shared with the cosmic dust in their parade of days
The Great Animator of antimatter who made us all
Calls to you on the winds in angular momentum
Remember to always care
Absolute zeroes walk hand in hand
Deceleration parameters of the dark matter clamor
Cajole all things from nothing, shakes them into life
Remember cosmos, to close your eyes
In the explosions, reds and whites, blinding lights
Knit them into place
Ponder nuclear fission
House the gravity of souls with every hour
Sit on the emission distance. String the theories
Stitch them together
Inertia reminds you where you are today
Drift with it in silent vectors distance
Take inertia to heart
To the stars, to your little ones, your little heroes
Calculated by their zeroes
Take this memo to the Cosmos
Try not to be absorbed while being born
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
On top yet underneath every single mind
Normal it functions as a part of Nature
Expanding it does co-exist with the universe
Molding yet controlling all things in kind
Inert matter once both dark and light
Neither can exist without thus is human plight
Drifting in our dreams the third eye is
All seeing for those achieving a wee flash of light
Learning as you go that hopes and fears are one
Letting you in on the Higher Light of The One
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.
an epic rhyme,
Articulating boldness stand in the fire and heat,
the ultimate chemical reaction no one can compete.
This devine individual blows rings around the rest,
then fires them into a sensational spontaneous
and magnificent mass.
This mountain of magnitude opens the door
and look what is bestowed upon us, but the
wonder of his skillful world.
The Mayan and Sumerians predict you will collide with Earth on December 21, 2012.
Known-- by some-other classified names within OUR own supremacy.
NASA refers to you as Planet X and Nibiru--- They even put a top secret telescope--- at the
South Pole, Antarctica--- just for your arrival.
Many say---- they ALL knew---- you were coming back in 1983.
The buzz on the “net” -----even tells of your GREAT day of annihilation
But, But, ----- NO one told Planet Earth or Her PEOPLE—until recently.
The question of all question--- would be WHY----- But--- NO one is asking---- just preparing
for your arrival!!
Most say------ you came to Earth-----some 3000 years ago--- which know-one can provide
The question I will leave you ALL-- is---- WHERE IN THE WORLD IS MARDUK ?
Maybe your arrival is just another HOKES ---- to scare the WHOLE World into submission—
submission----- of a more well-known SOURCE!!
HAY!! ------“Maybe the sky is falling too” (JLM) ------ in some distant far away universe!!
Hay------maybe they ALL can tell us--- WHERE IN THE WORLD IS Waldo?
The last time I saw HIM ----he was near the South-Pole------ on the left of the SUN!
Yes, yes --- the SUN that burns so bright------ in the daytime sky.
Give us heat on--- the cold dark days of winter.
That where you will find---- the GREATEST deterrent of all---- the man everyone calls Waldo.
Once you have found him----- look no further----Marduk may be there?
Hay----WHERE IN THE WORLD IS MARDUK? ---- Just another HOKES-- like the Y2K Computer
calamity---- that never ---till today happened.
Maybe, maybe---- Marduk can’t be found----much like its predecessor Waldo.
Always where-- you are NOT----- and never simple to find---But, right before your eyes---
in some distant far away universe!!
For me--- I will trust in my Creator----- the Godhead of the whole universe.
Known too many as God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit.
THEY have never led me wrong----But—the knowledge of man—has brought us ALL to ARE
You see Marduk—if you are on your way---OUR Creator already knew--- and HE and only HE
will take US HOME!!!
By: Rev, Dr. WEM, Pastor
I blast out
of a cage
that once enslaved
blast out towards
an image worshiped
Big myth, great idol
its you I learn to admire
in the trials, by fire
that taught me
how I should not be
Now I'm lying in the entrails
of the mystical lion
swallowed up by the trend
I believed was worth dying
for, now I am no more; a lost scripture
in this unfolding
vicariously informed the show must go on
everything on edge
by the crash of a drone
how did I find peace
all on my own?
no one can find it
if they're searching too strong
It invades you, somewhat saves you
from the angst and rage
of child's play
adults playing war games
in a dangerous way
blank, in loss of face.
To be the last, to finish, to only see ends without beginnings.
Xenocide could not claim you.
Ender did not name you.
Love’s the Card which framed you.
Orson Scott Card.
* For Brian's Literary Affairs Contest. Orson Scott Card author of books Ender's Game
(1985) and its sequel Speaker for the Dead (1986) both won Hugo and Nebula award winners.
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.
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
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
that owns the sky the liquid fire mother our sphere
Existence travels lineally
In whirlwinds of emotion
And perceived equivocally
Expression mere epitaph
Knowledge serendipity strung
Till the bubble bursts
Frozen peaks of discovery
Cataloged in the hermitage of worth
- Mark Time -
Peddled for a dime
Power is a struggle
Only the strongest can achieve
They are the true people
Those that strive and pursue power
They will conquer the universe
Peace is a lie, there is only passion
The world is in constant change
Emotions follow suit
Through passion, I gain strength
Use emotion to power action
Through strength, I gain power
Strength is dominance and leads to greatness
Through power, I gain victory
In greatness you achieved, all desired
Through victory my chains are broken
All is crushed beneath you
There must only be two
One to desir the unholy strength
The other to instruct how to gain such power
Betrayal must be seeded inside the minds of the weak
and the light must be snuffed out
Proclaim your power, let none stand in your way
The universe can be yours, you only need to free your passion
like music to me
creation my way out, my symphony
mental, as it all may seem
the orchestra plays out so beautifully
painted on my brain canvas
a story of me
a way out
Doors drawn into the floor
can't choose an exit
so I make four more
walk into one so randomly
I shoot out falling, but willingly
an orchestrated disaster
I'm just the narrorator
This poetry, this music to me
flowing endlessly, my way out
to meet my maker, I may be greater
and end world hunger, the stronger I be
I will create a painless, world so free
it would be for all to envy
enter creation, vibration,
then I make my new religion,
your way out.
I do not know?
There she sits quietly stalking
Waves of sin behold the mocking
As tides of grin now stir a calling
For its awake release dark barking
Why do you allow its call
As she is nowhere beyond the wall
Waves of power etching a stall
For you to lie as she takes it all
Wind so strong from devils breath
Blowing tides to release your death
Ships of souls creating wrath
For nows the time of the Oceans path
The waves incur a special deed
As you declare the end of your breed
For watch her power rise as you plead
And watch your wrists end as they bleed
The stormy night now in brew
Your soul in flight for its untrue
As they unite for days taboo
The storm is done now you are through
Wind so calm as you pass light
Coming home for second fright
As all the souls untrue unite
Judgement day from Oceans bite
Wounded on my knees, I pray
let the spirits guide my way
let the light shine on the path
let the true story, be told as that
let me be your equal, to vanquish the evil
that invades our holy cosmic plane
sometimes I feel I do all in vain
Enlil, show me who you are
I wear your symbol close to my heart
I believe intentions, are kept as pure
for I live with, but never in fear
fear for the lost, and for the dying
I'm not all good, but at least I'm trying
to walk as a vessel, into the night
and in your honor, I'll hone my foresight
For insight, is not always inward
mind muscle strong, but just a beginner's
always will I follow my heart
I stand tall and firm, and I shall not hinder
they once called me father nature
because their eyes could see my art of creation.
I do not know?
oh rocky outcrop met
a place to rest my weary gear
a slow flyby, a spot to try
and allay the lonely fears
older now and some weight shed
a bit of mass for wizened
a bounce, summersault, a slight tumult
now lying on my side and
post out now a Polaroid
pointing toward dark space
a place in history,
to ever leave this place
photons! give a bit more life but
no matter now, that place assured
to tell the sunny tail and
rest content to orbit old Sol
let earthlings watch me sail
on solar winds to round around
and back to dark reaches fly
obscurity has its place away in
anonymity from future's generations
on blue-green globe of peopled race
but for now - I'm the guy
and this is A Grand Day Out*
© goodguysoul 2014-11-13
Opposing blades split artery walls,
like slender ubbraided reddish hairs.
Scrutinizing concealed glands
before a motion picture camera.
Meat to overcome oppisition,
distressing persistance of control.
Sideshow characters resembling their reputation,
pungent expressions of their slang.
Progress feeds the timepiece
with slovenly dejection.
Skillfull vigor regulates the channels
of slurring outbursts of temper.
Sensually inclined to temptation,
congregations enticed by violent pleasure.
The superiority of the throne's officers,
for their ability as weapons.
Biblical roots for their offensive formation,
providing brutal direction.
Solicitting the groups disapproval
of the fringes defiance.
Multi-farious fruits of ambiguity
conconcted among the stars and planets;
all beneath the skin of
of your eyelids.
Awakening to a lamentable
A painful birth
from a muddy hole
of welfare status.
forbidden sexual substance,
crumbs of death cups
from the altars
of Gog and Magog.
Priests with robes like jelly-fish
into the depth of emptiness
of natural desires;
obediance to the
His unsegmented body
Plastic organs and tissues,
poisonous fluids flowing red
for the populations impanation.
An ostentatious diamond
an historic insight
from a throne
of the slain sickly.
Vast and unyielding,
transmitting a visionary war;
A sythetic savior,
we are saved by your glands.
Bonelike heads of animals
emptied into the coals.
The tossing crowds
in the passages of worthless cities.
Twelve tribes of a spoiling population
with knees bent,
intoxicated upon the carrion
of a righteous lion.
A barbarous self-interest
regulating their prey
through glass screens,
destroying all value
with permanent doubts,
and a deeply notched discomfort in their hearts;
a thouroughly communicative
injurious ink of acid
seperating the indispensable
from the indivisable ingratitudes
of wichedness and injustice.
A polished mouthpiece;
for the ornamental rhetoricians
There are so many things that I'd like to know
but the questions i ask are answered so slow
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?
Blue veil skirmishes its shadow.
Witness recalls object to matter of law.
Judges undecided no ruling made certain of flaw.
Weakness in difference as higher courts rules
Unrevealing blue hiding its shadow.
Just a little distortion angled crowd of tumbles.
Still meets our expectations to guarantee rounds.
All respected decision quietly bow self destructions.
Spirit of the journey
Thy scallop wings
with majesty and grace
Thine orb illuminate
Thus tis done
Through darkness thy way
lines that weave
as time and time
there with time combine
at tis base
I do not know?
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
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
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
Settle in sand
Reclaim it self