Moshpit Romance
two lovebird nerds
By:Bird's Eye View
The Peasant and Turkey
The horse and the Cow
churk and ah gimerro
Aurelius sow these seeds for me
in this rich Rio River mud
Aurelius
Amadeu
Rio Grande Mud
to grow his
Yamaa Spinach,and
Brassicaceae
Aurelius pick my greens
and rename my brassicaceae
to watercress
in the rich thick muds of
the Rio Grande!
Proxima Centauri,
Alpha Centauri A,
Alpha Centauri B,
Barnard's Star,
and Wolf 358
are the closest stars to
earth 56 miles above the earth
is an atmosphere
but down here
this river mud
shall grow my kale!
Hock ah me
inna pot
salt to taste
some peppers hot
hickory seasoned
A gimerro is an animal
born of a horse and a cow
come on ya'll stop horsing around
plant my spinach in that
ole rio grande mud!
Duitar Sounds:
gimerro un churk
rico barro del rio rio
Yamaa Spinach
from Japan is most
exspensive green in
the world!
Saddle Oil
and a great saddle
never mind the price
of a great beefy Saddlesteak!
Written: May 13, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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Beyond Mars, there are no cosmic conflicts~
just Alpha Centauri sipping a cup of tea—
L Light is old, some 10 billion years late
I I see light that started coming from distant stars, late
G God is so careful to provide for us; our Sun does more than others: less late
H HIStory may be about the past; So too with LIGHT: needs debris, is LATE
T Take Alpha Centauri, 1% of our STAR. Near & far: 25trillion miles, or 4 LY late?
Dedication: To the LIGHT of Carmelo Ricci. I had him and P.S. member, Lisa Ricci, in prayer as i wrote this: we are all ancient light and (star)DUST in God's SPACE.
I lost my religion on a clear night in June
From Alpha Centauri I gazed at Earth’s
mere microbic
inhabitants;
Insignificant in the celestial grand scheme
Lusting for meaning; questioning why so
Assuming we are so much greater than
All of the other creatures sharing this planet.
moot nonsensical blathering,
Do we, indeed, think too highly?
suspect we do
perhaps ought not.
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February 4, 2021
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The muse time travelers fatefully freewill say,
this love of ours was written long ago in the stars
But presently, my earthling feelings
is Venus empty
Got no romantic future happening ...
on another orbital losing spin
Just a tinfoil head man
listening to the upper UV wave band
Alpha Centauri hoping for a constellation prize
Then out of the delta quadrant,
I heard a string of “pings”
A supernova force, binary stellar voice —
Projecting a holographic image of a robot face,
it was mechanically screaming wildly at me:
Danger, Will Robinson!
Your heart is gonna get lost in her space,
and there ain’t no outer limit to this pulsar pleasure place
The cosmic choice given
was a “Love Theory of Relativity”
Grab hold of the quantum bond
and let the cold fusion burn nebular deep
That’s how it time continuum is
when you meet the Orion woman of your galactic dreams
Constellation prize instantly arrives
on a solar wind flight “faster-than-light” transporter beam
Danger ... passion overload, Will Robinson!
Your heart is gonna blow pure crystal dilithium,
and there ain't a single symbiotic soul to repair the hole
Catch a ride on the tail of a comet
Breakneck speed: Hold on to your bonnet!
Dodge bits and pieces of space-debris
Obstacle course on the celestial sea
See the planets as they orbit the sun
Venus, Mars, Jupiter -- watch Mercury run
View constellations like Antares and Polaris
Swoop past Alpha Centauri, Andromeda and Sirius
Wouldn't it be marvelous to actually do this?
To fly 'round the heavens -- ecstasy's bliss
Have put away my sleigh, snow's all disappeared
We all react differently, some cheer, some jeer
I'm in the “former” category
From distant Alpha Centauri
4.37 light-years from us, that's definitely not near!
A dance divine with a celestial convivial chime
Gazing galaxies upon a midnight summer's breeze
Wormholes waking as the nesting nebulae are baking
Star cluster smiles twinkling traverse the many miles
Alpha Centauri within gravitational galactic glory
Cosmological constellations need no explanations
Blusterous Black holes sucking in symmetrical souls
Thru the Multi-verse all shall divide and disperse.
June.25.2017
LATE JUNE PREMIERE CONTEST - Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
How could I forget
My net-setting
Cyber-space cadet
She’s not really sure
What planet she’s on
A cyberian tour
From Beetlejuice
Via Alpha Centauri
She’s hanging loose
Lee onto reality
Milking motion out of
Inter-galactic gravity
The Space Cadet vortex
Sucks me in to
Her cerebral cortex
Spins me outside
My comfort zone
Nowhere to hide
My face book page
Hacked in an attack
Of jealous rage
By an ex-cadet
Now lieutenant
I’ll never forget
Any of my
Net-setting
Cyber-Space Cadets!
1
This spring’s rye and wheat
Two sister’s marriage gift from Lord
They are red and white
2
Geeta and Greta
Two sisters from Alpha Centauri
Home to mother earth
3
You said yes
King said no
Both agreed
The theory of opposite complexity:
So he came into existence.
THE END
No, it's the beginning,
but all the same.
A part of my living soul
...sub-conscious matter...
We have never been separated
Insane hindsight bias
Psycho! Freak!
Fire, painstakingly profound
M I S I N T E R P R E T A T I O N S
Sanity is not statistical.
Expansive probability,
Random probability? No.
Trapped into his eyes; these huge black holed eyes.
Tripped into a parallel universe; this infinite universe
Welcome to Alpha Centauri?
Yes. Alpha Centauri welcomes me to the afterlife...
I am showered in rose petals.
To find him only in death--
I'd die for the opposite complex
Black holed eyes
Dive into them with fiery desire and lust
While quickly disappearing--
Vanished. Nothing.
THE BEGINNING
No, it's the end.
But all the same.
Tonight I am the loneliest star in the sky,
As the whole universe can not hear me cry--
Even though I am in the center for all to view,
I am too far to shine in this infinite blue.
Hidden by the sun and the moon at night,
all the astrologers would forget my light--
It seems I still do not have my own name--
to a --star gazer-- we're all just one in the same.
The coldness of space does not compare though,
if only the earth would know of my glow--
from above I can see billions of smiling faces,
even the most remote and mysterious of places.
No one will ever know of what I am worth,
I might as well burn out and fall to the earth--
they know of Alpha Centauri and the great polaris,
while they are remembered it is me they embarrass.
I wonder how long it will take to be found,
if only I were blue and somewhat more round--
For now I will wait until their eyes are on me,
until then I am no more than sand in the sea.
I found out that ol' JD died today
The funny thing is
Is that I thought that he died some years ago
And his ghost was sputtering about in some dilapidated mansion
Where the curtains have rotted to the rod
But, alas, he nearly lived to the centenarian status
I imagine that he did not once own a television-
He only heard the horror stories and how the ectoplasm
Oozes from its mechanized chips and radioactive tube.
It must have been especially disconcerting to him that countless people
Use this medium to connect to an artificial reality, and
Thereby,
Learned about him without ever reading one word of anything he'd ever written
Within such a corrupt medium
T.V. time specials, ya know, documentaries...
the new way to read a book
advanced cliff's notes cause your a tard.
Space images sent straight from the bowels of alpha centauri
With technology that absorbs completely
Well, JD, I hope your bones feed some beautiful trees
Roman candles
fired on a summer night
The sound of fireworks
celebrate a
festival
We don't yet have a peaceful
planet
Yet we know
that
dreams of
unending
tranquility
still reverberate
in the hearts of
the people
As bright
Alpha Centauri
appears in
the night sky
The population
is moved
let's watch as
the years spill
themselves
down through a funnel
We'll learn from this
that action is
necessary
So, lift yourself
from sleep
Taste the
fruits of summer
Get yourself
ready
for a ride
into
the new age
Let your feelings
all be in service
of the inevitable dawn
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