Professor Hapgood’s studies on ancient maps were fixed
Einstein said his theories should be added to history’s mix
Perhaps it proved too big a leap for other minds to take
But his ancient culture findings, Hapgood would not forsake
6000 BC, before Egypt’s pyramids were built
Millennia before Pompeii’s lava had been spilled
Or small fishing boats hugged the Mediterranean Coast
And Columbus’s “daring” voyage was not even close
Ancient seafarers drew with astounding accuracy
Maps of the world they once knew, the fishermen’s legacy
Antarctica sans ice and closer to the equator
The Mid-Atlantic Ridge once an above-sea sky scraper
Siberia touching Alaska with no Bering Strait
(Palin could have seen Russia without snow from her back gate)
Cuba, England, Sweden, too, on these maps appear clearly
But Sweden’s fully glacial; England’s blanket an ice sheet
If we believe Hapgood, a civilization once thrived
Thousands of years before language; maps keep memories alive
Technology to chart the seas was lost in ancient times
With latitude and longitude measurements quite refined
Sea kings’ cities may have succumbed during the last Ice Age
Surviving nations lost their skill when history turned a page
Geography to be found again when the Earth had healed
“Discoverers” reinvented the forgotten ship’s wheel
Magellan, perhaps not the first to sail around the globe
Admiral Byrd not the first man to visit the South Pole
Spirits from a colony of seafarers can be found
From deep beneath Antarctic ice, they try to spread the word
But laugh they must as scientists forecast global warming
And man attempts to alter life and heed their dire warning
Shifting poles? Natural cycles! Men would be well advised
To study the maps Hapgood found and open their closed minds
To learn more about Professor Charles Hapgood’s map studies and the comments made by
Albert Einstein, you can visit http://www.crystalinks.com/crustal.html.
Time travel has always fascinated man
Could UFOs be steered by human hands
Consider this premise before you say no
So called “grays” resemble human embryos
Evolution proceeds, gene pool depleted
Mind power expanded but bodies weakened
Future man looks back in a quest to erase
Effects of the technology we embrace
With smog blocking sun’s rays, skin has turned gray
Bodies thin as meat exits the food parade
Reproduction is challenged by low-grade genes
Sad Earthlings search the past and like what they see
Tan, healthy bodies adorned by hairy manes
Fertile women who suckle innocent babes
Men of great strength who clear forests with axes
Strong immune systems when a virus attacks
In sore need of genetic material
Large-brained grays devise a means for time travel
Abductees are beamed to aircraft by bright rays
Frightened while forced to donate their sperm and eggs
Time travelers say nothing, perhaps ashamed
To be stealing from ancestors in this way
Capacity for learning greatly enhanced
But the grays know nothing of sex or romance
When farmers find signs of mutilated cattle
Such evidence should not provoke a call to battle
If future man’s life is genetically revived
Meat may be required to keep humans alive
Don’t hide in terror when you see colored lights
Spinning in circles on chilly autumn nights
Close encounters, but abductees’ lives are spared
Returned to their homes by captors who care
Consider the fate of new generations
If you’re called upon to make a “donation”
Experiments grays perform may seem absurd
But they may be trying to save our own world
Beyond the Heart, beyond the Hand of God
Beyond the Soul, beyond the Tucanae
Far beyond the Footprint, something odd
A star spun in a spiral death ballet
Ten mega-years of satisfying balance,
Agleam pale sapphire orb of hungry heart
Within whose core, consumption vied with valence,
Then dearth of flame, in doom was rent apart
Energies of which galaxies must tremble
Up and down and strange, three quarks demand
Degenerate, that coherent beams assemble
To collapse and accretion disk expand
At once a coruscating pulse of might
Forlorn of solace Gamma’s focused ray—
A faint blue dot stood lonely in the night
Ignobly vexed on tragic final day
Photonic interactions deeply bite
In distance squared proportional inverse
Bathed silver in aurora bluish-white
Mere minutes to expunge Pandora's curse
Still fair the fields, and forests still stand tall
Still swimming beings deep in ocean's lair
Things still slither, scuttle, creep and crawl
But nothing walks or soars high in the air
Unfouled the nest, the storms abate their cause
In purest air, all climate change subsides
Where hubris reigned, disquietude withdraws
In peace at last again, the Earth abides
By Roy Jerden and Mark Peterson
January 29, 2014
The poem depicts a Gamma Ray Burst from a hypernova
striking the Earth and extinguishing all mammal and bird
life, which are the types most sensitive to radiation. Note
that gamma rays, like x-rays, leave no residual radiation.
Click on "About this poem" above the title to see an
image of a GRB event and images of most of the nebulae
listed in the first stanza.
We read each other so perfectly
two minds with a single thought,
when we combine, baby it's explosive
chemistry like ours cannot be taught.
The electricity gets me jumping
and attacks the heart's beat,
this experiment you concocted
has revived the frog's feet.
Like a volcanic lava lamp
an eruption of emotion flows,
the heat welds me to you
our bond that nobody knows.
We met inside this classroom
where my opposite attracted to yours,
like magnetized paperclips
we were linked right from our cores.
We're closer than Dr. Jekyll was
to his hidden self, Mr. Hyde,
but, I can take you by the hand
as we go along for the ride.
Under divinities shadow,
Rests the tree of life.
With aromatic branches,
Dissected by a pocket knife.
Medicinal veins lushly flow,
Carrying remedial cures.
A verdant daze ensues,
As romantic buds allure.
The stanzas of cannabis trees.
As healthy lungs exclaim,
The power of curative leaves.
Inspired by a Lucky Lopez!!!
Galactic gases with oxygen mix
Inject my pod for my mission to earth
To search the galaxies and look for life
Universe quadrants, many left in dearth
What is that I see shining o'er the trees?
A bright orb, green lights, hovering above
I'll don my robe and step outside to see
Could be a project of the U.S. Gov
My craft lands on this planet earth
In a wooded hillside above a small town
My computers tell me it's near Helena
Will I have been seen touching down?
From this small craft a tall man emerges
Slim with a broad chest and large, gentle eyes
His face looks so kind, my heartbeat surges
From where comes this man and the ship he flies?
My ancestors were right it's a beautiful place
Forests of green, that nearly touch their skies
Incredible sounds resonate from their surrounds
Are the people the same, or do they still despise?
"Are you hurt?" I ask, hoping he'll say no
I cannot help stare; his eyes mesmerize
Extending my hand, he reaches, takes hold
Sharp currents run through me; I'm hypnotized
I sense no fear as I introduce myself
My name is Semaj from a planet beyond
The warmth I feel as I touched her hand
A touch of humanity, two millennium in respond
"You are an alien?" asked I so meekly
"You look like one of us; how can that be?"
But the energy coursing through my veins
Said he had been sent by God lovingly
We look the same but we have many differences
Our bodies have evolved in certain ways
Your faith and love endear me to you
I know what you're thinking and what your heart displays
You read my thoughts well; somehow I sense yours
It seems all my life I have waited for you
A "starman" has finally found his way
And I vow that our friendship will prove true
Am I nothing more
Than an ominous date
A wisp of genetic wonder
A curse of conscious fate
Behold the burden
Nestled in newborn hair
Innocent eyes etched
Into life's coarse lair
Is there nothing more
Than this tactile plight
Torn tears of birth’s bliss
My fingers weep sight
Is she nothing more
Than death’s deciduous seed
Baptized by superstition
Comfort’s posthumous need
Who will hold her
When my embers grow cold
The walls of winter creep closer
And the silence grows bold
What have I done
This curse that I share
Too buried to breathe
Too naked to bare
How can I tell her
Forever stalks our door
That there is no tomorrow
For life is nothing more
You are just a rock in orbit
Hovering 'round a summer sun
You are changing like the solstice
Like you have done since time begun
Your species are assorted
Some are from ole and some are young
A few have gone without notice
A few are gone their days are done
You are just a rock in orbit
On your axis looking to dock
You are destined to be ported
Somewhere to be more than a rock
And soon you will be forted
Protected by the building blocks
With which 'round the sun escorted
And you will never ever stop
The rushing rivers falling fast
With fury born on high,
Cut deeply into ages past
Where fossil forests lie,
Their life and death transformed to stone
Yet titan trees are proud
To lie together yet alone
A stone-honed silent shroud.
The arthropods like trilobites
Once flourished until fate
Sent them to depths devoid of light
As sea salt beds turned slate.
Today they stay with limb and root,
Their pose a righteous crown;
Pre-cambrian volcanic soot
Would mark stones soon to drown.
Illusion of great time will flee
When first one's gaze is cast
Upon eternal eulogy
To whispered grandeur past.
As trees of stone succumbed to sea
No human soul was there
To witness somber majesty
Become majestic prayer.
A primal wisdom speaks from youth
To minds who realign
False comfort for the blended truth
Hard bound inside this shrine.
She tosses and turns, wrinkles the sheets
It's December 21st, but there's so much heat
She notices a light streaming bright from the sky
Runs to the window, a sight meets her eyes
I have written, as the future will have read
That the year 2012 will leave your world dead
An invasion will happen, look to your skies
For you will be visited, to them you're despised
An ominous orb hovers o'er her home
She opens the door, through the woods she roams
One by one, she watches the trees ignite
Surrounded by flames she cowers in fright
The day has been set, earth's fate has been chosen
Humanity, evolution will be eternally frozen
Lights will appear through thickening clouds
When millions of eyes to the heavens will crowd
She realizes now prophecies were true
Though not as expected, death rays come through
She looks up again and beyond the ship
Heavens are opening, skies are parting quick
The alignment of planets will dawn a new age
The might of another will bring humanity rage
Earth as you know it will become with bereave
A dying planet she becomes as her oxygen leaves
As the aircraft departs, she gasps her last breath
Eternal life she earns, just physical death
Stairway to heaven appears before her
The Lord beckons; in soul she did not err
from Songs Of Experiments
Beyond notice, out of sight
in dimensions curled up tight,
shall only weakened gravity
suggest your supersymmetry?
Do you match, sine qua non,
boson to a fermion?
Will you ever edify
how the forces unify?
In what quanta, small or large
will we find your mass and charge?
In what membranes do you roam?
Which dimensions call you home?
In magnetic chambers narrow,
will you tell us of time’s arrow?
Have you broken, in the past?
How long can your components last?
Quarks from gluons will divide
when we make hadrons collide:
Will this show us where you hide
or leave us still unsatisfied?
Beyond notice, out of sight
in dimensions curled up tight,
will only highest energy
reveal your supersymmetry?
Such is the stuff of history,
butterfly wings and mystery
when the act of observation
affects the observee.
If Schrödinger's cat
comes up to bat
fastball, curve or slider?
Kilroy was here
or maybe not
if you know the speed
you can't fix the spot.
floating along in the cosmos
a diamond in the sea
a pretty little planet
how can this all be
so many yet so few
in the ratio it seems
birthing forth the life
of what's all to be
so much beauty
in a whirling tendril of flame
yet its all just energy
even you and me
life has more energy than the sun
nine times more in fact
the energy of one
watching evolution react
sparkles in the sky
show us through the night
we all need to ask why
instead of trying to fight
I hope this reaches all
while were spinning here in place
I hope that we don't fall
from floating in outer space
FOR CLOUD BELIEVERS
No one likes the idea that clouds don’t exist.
I hate to burst everyone’s bubble
But I’m sorry - rainbows too only subsist
In your point of view, check it with Hubble.
Nor does darkness have any presence. Behold -
Only spaces where light hasn’t yet perpetrated!
Nor does science recognize the existence of cold;
Only places where heat hasn’t penetrated
And a candle flame isn’t really there;
Just a hot gas mixture - no difference
To the surrounding gases, including air.
It has merely reached incandescence.
And emptiness doesn’t exist, just degrees
Of fullness. And black isn’t there - it’s just
The absence of yellows, blues, greens. . . . .
Oh, is there nothing left I can trust?
I, Oracle tool of eternal, placid in mental state.
High-intellect mortal, dropping parables to educate.
Special emotional properties, concepts of four elements.
Fire; earth; wind; water, mind on matter transcendents.
Fire akin to blood, therein lies real passion.
Air present in yellow bile, links of wrathful emotion.
Water manifest in phlegm, too much produce laziness.
Earth found in black bile, associates of sadness.
Telepathic capabilities, enhancement of perception.
Supernatural abilities, sheer mind submission.
Mixed cause and effect, experimental backward mask.
Image shown to subject, tenth of a second the task.
First picture displayed, ultrasensory perception.
Second subliminal image, recalling jiffy forgotten.
Utilize the enhanced, nothing but natural.
Subconscious skill possessed, to absorb more subtle signal.
Desire overriding reason, inner darkness of humanity.
Nature and nurture function, sexually obsessed mentality.
Attempts to explain marvels, visible through naked eyes.
Ubiquitous superpower, shattering inquiring minds.
Head and facial movements, most info' effective.
Eminent emotions expressed, all but instinctive.
Familial body language, few employ it consciously.
Nonverbal communication, many exercise it subconsciously.
From this indeterminate point in the universe
These eyes roll in search for the bounds common on earth,
Find nothing but fiasco in its immenseness
And believe that the Omnipotent gave it birth.
If I counteracted the state of the vacuum
And fell astray in space to no sure direction,
Would there be ground to catch me, ad infinitum?
Could numbers manage to describe my position?
If energies could send this man light years away,
Passing by countless stars and galaxies,
From a distance where travel stops and I may stay,
Could space seem like a dust from these extremities?
If we were ignorant of nuclear fusion
And believers of the sameness of fire and stars,
Could the sun last in its celestial dominion
Only with fuel that turns to ash as it sparks?
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
The faith of mankind
Will be endured in a cosmic way
Between the stars
Many moons after a solar day
~ Leonard Napierskie
Had some lonesome soul not wrecked,
and fortune never let preclude,
to disrupt this butterfly effect,
then, in this world I'd not bedeck.
Significance Is An Afterthought
Time is defined by what it does not measure
There is something going on between each minute
I think they call it waiting
So wait a minute….. Sorry ….. I got nothing
Walking out the door one sun drenched afternoon
To find another door for missing moments
Down the road while walking off the world
(I always knew the Earth was flat.)
There was nothing there but emptiness
Pitch black and void and falling
I guess that’s something
As I went over
A foreign man threw me a rope to save me
As I went off on space and time and facts
His line of reason pulled me back, from that black place
The rope pulled me up to land, by grace, by hand, by luck
I could not see but heard him from dark spaces
Speaking words I could not understand
From the abyss of his strange land and unknown face
For him I was just another stranger out of time and place
He claimed to be a scientist
Professing to know everything, he began
Significance is an afterthought in all life ventures
Begun to end
That all things should be exposed to light of reason
Discovery is not that which is discovered, but disclosed
There is nothing behind reality that can’t be found
One thought leads to another
Significance is an afterthought, he continued
It wears no clothes
Uncovered like a blanket on a bed drawn back
Revealing a nude body and the naked truth
the god particle concedes to a universal mass
as predictably, it announces its presence
taking the holy sacrament from under its glass
beliefs from before so consigned obsolescence
we now think we know - no...really, we do
how the universe came to exist, massively being
galaxies of stars, unseen dark matters, us too
giving God a reason to give our lives meaning
photons and gluons of stuff are Peter's principals
bosons innumerable occupy the same quantum stated
the best minds wraparound said concept so quizzical
but not before a big bang began branches bifurcated
bosons like fermions those particles elementary
that come into existence and are gone in a blink
transcendental though we may think they seem to be
harder to transcend than at last we might think
what are we to learn of ourselves from this tidbit
of long sought actual theoretical enlightenment
can we care more for each other just a tiny bit?
and concede happily to life's common wonderment
let us learn with concern what CERN can discern
about all the quirks and quarks of this universe
give mankind a good reason to give out a good turn
and make our corner a bit better than the subverse
add Lederman, the goddamn particle's indefinite article
"so central to the state of physics today, yet so elusive" *
is like the first time you borrowed your Dad's vehicle
for a ride with your squeeze to amour more conducive
you wanted get down to the real heart of the matter
and experience the unknown pleasures of knowing
your delving into places and matters that matter
the whole experience just drives you to keep going
© Goode Guy 2012-07-05
the big bang I'm told was the perfect place
for the universe to begin to save its face
and blast away false fascias and chaos
to show to its master, who was the boss
yet all flew apart in accelerated directions
and things went awry in a beautious way
tangentally curving in arced circumspection
galaxies spewed forth to a timeless decay
then life set about to see our sun winking
later sapiens emerged and soon began thinking
very deep thoughts, as deep as they'd muster
of quarks, black holes and far-off star clusters
in passing, I was able to conscript serendipity
from times distant of our space-time continuum
to pull an idea from that ancient antiquity
that others might be in this universal aquarium
in some cosmic queue, as thinking matters stew
in their large heads, if they even have some
they wonder about us, who we are, what we do
whether we're intelligent or merely pond scum
now when i sit in some colossal traffic jam
irritated and annoyed at the world, I am
reminded of that other, somewhere out there,
and I smile a bit and think of their welfare
© Goode Guy 2011-12-01
Better pull over before it overheats...
"We're all in this, alone" - Lily Tomlin
Life has come from no scriptwriter’s lot
Nor from any grand design
Living things – from Matter wrought
And from her whist companion – Time
By millennia of thoughtless toil
By lost, imperfect forms
Mankind has found the splendid Earth
So presently adorned
Too narrow is this view for Being
In our vision – We scarcely see
In what crevasse crept the silent hand
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.