The dark side of the moon, like earth?
Carefully shadows will appear; surface.
Each new discovery’s like a baby’s birth.
Astronauts alight with mysteries to erase.
The dark side of the moon; negative space.
Its quarters and crescents mingle with stars.
Lovers still arm in arm; with a tighter embrace.
In love, one day, will be considered “over Mars.”
The dark side of the moon gives no cures; ills.
But you never know if the answer for cancer
Is in the crater’s depths or on the black hills.
One bright night will behemoths rescind; a blur?
Every child knows the moon has a face
that looks down kindly on the human race.
But can anyone ever calm the screams
of the frightened child who constantly dreams
of the demon face that's never shewn
on the dark side of that self-same moon?
Black as pitch
Cold as ice
Dry as sand
Half as nice
Never seen
All alone
Hidden face
Heart of stone
Dead by day
Dead by night
Always dark
Never bright
Hit by stars
Solar wind
Lonely rock
Till the end
What lies on the dark side of the moon
Do beings exist in a magical commune
Since time began
Since the dawn of man
It's really puzzled us from our wobbly cocoon
What lies on the dark side of the moon
Do beings exist in a magical commune
Since time began
Since the dawn of man
This mystery has puzzled us from our worldly cocoon
What lies on the dark side of the moon
Do beings exist in a magical commune
Since time began
Since the dawn of man
This mystery has puzzled us from our worldly cocoon
Syd has finally come home to nest.
Somewhere on the dark side of the moon.
Lovingly tending to his space rock garden.
Strumming an ancient guitar.
Whispering sweetly to pinkish stars.
Syd was alone but not lost.
His mind didn't snap like they say it did.
He just figured it out and then got out.
Before they got him.
He just crawled out of a plastic pond.
Fed by a spring of plastic human beings.
He went to where there's no fabrication.
Only a peaceful nothingness and a ladle of stars.
Sprinkling shine on his space rock garden.
Which he lovingly tends to
on the cool-blue dark side of the moon.
What's on the moon's darkest, parched side.
That spooky cool patch, for millennia ignored for millennia
Perhaps manphibians sitting aside a moon fire.
Worshipping the sun and its quivers of fine gold.
Maybe there's nothing but clusters of cool stones.
Like the ones Neil gifted to us so many earths ago.
I fancy this is where Syd Barrett came home to rest.
Crazy diamond briefly sparkling in pop culture's nest-
Maybe it's just time to leave this hermit moon alone.
Tap our virgin prints into the red powder of Mars.
Millions of miles just to rocket-boost our egos.
Blessed by the shimmering grace of a Goldilocks star-
Wasn't man fashioned to explore- to overtake.
To forge great weapons and fill hectares with blood.
Spill carnage from his heart, leave disease in his wake.
Till this masterpiece called Earth melts into nuclear mud.
The glow of Luna on sultry nights
Stirs up romance with desire in flight
The rise and fall, celestial pull
Dance of tides when moon is full
When Luna goes in crescent mode
Just a slice of it is glowed
The shape we see from earthly view
Is an illusion of ethereal brew
Luna's power has a dark side
It can make Jekyll turn into Hyde
And turn man to beast and make him howl
As he becomes a werewolf on the prowl.
3-13-19
I am curious and impatient
the dark side of the moon
I want to perceive and settle
Whenever I move my eyes
to capture the hidden side
the moon turns its back away
there must be hidden treasure
secret knowledge lies there
on it’s back moon carries
something mysterious, obscure
No human has the privilege
no living flesh can dream
probably it’s the Seat of God
It’s a craving that itches me
I have made a solemn resolution;
First thing I will do when I die
Fly there I will do to discover
What the moon is hiding away
to humankind I shall reveal
In dreams I shall uncover then
proceed on heaven’s journey
Nightfall in the city
As the moon appears in the night sky
City dwellers are either having a drink
or are off to dreamland
On the other side of the moon
Someone is waiting, waiting for the
earth to revolve again
Can't you see we are being watched?
Cold eyes from space
peer out at
the fragile inhabitants of our planet
Our fate does not lie within our grasp
Soon the masters will reveal themselves
From the lunar landscape
comes our only hope
It is really a shot in the dark
But it is our best chance of
humanity remaining on earth
until the next millenium rolls around
On the dark side of the moon , wair the lezbeins liv ,
Thay doent hav much use for men , exsept 4 the sperm that thay giv .
But thairs a nue drug ! It mite start a man-less craze !
And the name of the drug is halseon daze!
It's a stairil drug, it can kill any jerm ! And the lezbeins luv it b-cuz ,
It's a replacement 4 sperm !
So win the sperm salesmen is trying 2 charge , mor than thay want 2 pay !
The lezbeins hoo bawt from him b-4 can scream ( no way !)
The lezbeins on the moon , hav 2 watch out 4 darkon,s evil teknoe men !
B-cuz the dark side of the moon , is wair , darkon has allways bin !
B-cuz the moon is a dead world , u can drill rite thrue !
So win p-pul say , ( woent u get burned near the middul ?
U can tell them , ( its coeld and blue ! ) ...
Moon! Oh dear Moon! Shining in the sky,
My how I have missed you as slowly months drag by!
I feel so colored, fake, and bound, down here on Earth below.
There's nothing wrong with color, dear, though blackness I love so.
It's really, simply rather weird to plod about the place,
And walk in mud and grass and waves
Where there is no "forever trace".
The cold wind whips around me and the people stare so much...
I sometimes feel the surrounding forces will make me need a crutch.
People drag you downward, gravity is harsh,
My poor soul barely withstands the strain,
And my being is all but crushed.
I hate it here dear Moony.
I hate that I complain.
I simply cannot help it,
My false happiness is in vain.
The Dark Side of the Moon
I don't mind living alone on the dark side of the moon
if it will keep me from feeling the pain of another wound.
These cold November skies have brought all sins to light.
I need a hiding place where each moment is dark as night.
I will always love you, but my darling, please let me go.
Before I kiss you one last time, I want to let you know
if you ever find the courage to finally set yourself free
look on the dark side of the moon. That's where I'll be.
Light side of the sun or Dark side of the moon
Speak to me.
It's our chance to be free.
No longer on the run.
The clock has stopped.
Our time has arrived.
Great music is what the world's deprived.
For once in our life we don't have to lie.
We're playing the Great gig in the sky.
The obligation for money has died.
Its us and them, but who gets left behind?
We're any color you like, when your color blind.
Is everything managed, when your brain damaged? or nothing at all.
The eclipse is here, time to stand tall.
And all that has come
will eventually fall.
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
Sadly this time it ends with no tune.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
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