Eye of the sky mountain
Amidst frozen dreams of storm
Restless winds strain
Towers over lands and sandstorm
Hidden cove under the sunrise
Leaps and bounds over pumpkin spice
In one's eyes are marvels of time
Nightingales sob on crushed ice
Ghosts of fallen trees linger and chime
New as it sounds
older than B-32
Howling winds since 1932...
It's taken me sixty years
Of evolution
To realise the simplicity
Of Earthen electricity
My naked feet, like freshly cleaned
Battery terminals
Strolling in hilarity
To observe correct polarity
Electrons flowing in and out
As I freely shuffle about
In hippyfied insanity
With toes embracing nudity
The science is effusive
So wonderfully conclusive
My body craves perfection
In each pedantry inflection
So to join the sockless roamers
The grass lovers and beach combers
I will earth myself completely
With each step I place, so neatly
Is it magic or just factual?
Like a nature deal, contractual
Or perhaps we were never meant
To be disconnected, discontent
And maybe it's progression
To dismiss the shoe of intercession
Returning to natural citizenship
Of barefoot - grass relationship
Reject the concrete,
Resist the vulcanised persistence
Embrace the beauty
Of a soul-full existence
Welcome to the learning planet
A colossal classroom draped in lessons
So many gems, trinkets, and manure in it
The goal is to learn, so be sure not to miss the blessings
Rise each day earthling with the golden sun
With an insatiable zeal to learn and grow
Plant your seeds and water them before fun
With faith, discipline, and hard work, soon their worth will show
Ah, you think you are alone, ha ha; I am in the skies.
Alien awareness always active, yet you do not realize.
Created in the fifties, and meant to last forevermore.
I zoom in on your zoo, zinging with zest, I am Cybore.
I love it that you are unaware, thinking you are alone.
While I snap snazzy photos of you eating or on your throne.
I can see through your pretenses, I can peer through your wall.
You have no idea I am here; not one inkling at all!
I am human..........said computer voice
Back to his waiting mothership
Ogo traveled, and in great haste.
The best things he found on this planet
were flour and water paste,
Wild strawberries, prairies, woodlands,
morrel mushrooms, and queen anne’s lace.
These earthlings do not even know
how to get proper rid of their waste.
He reattaches himself to his gynormous saucer in outer space.
Glad to leave the dying planet he has found in this uninformed human place.
Ode to the earthling addle the atom
Ode to the shrieking neutrino bloom
sing to the crack in the hole of the blandon
the wrestling angels are restless tonight.
God of the moon glow blow her away
Teet of the Titan milk fire-holes
Her radii squared by a too lovely dress
a peck for her rages a pickling cure
Her circle of cages the blinding alure
Out of her graces pop-over Job
Fling the new races and say nothing more
light seeping under the lazed ocean salts
The hammering seasons chained to their vaults
Dawns a last ocean's fratrical beat
bursting in ice melting in heat
now that the sun's last rite is retired
The Earth is a wind- is ice- is fire
and nothing more
and nothing more
and nothing more
and nothing more.
Freedom is nice to have
It did not come easily
Many died in pursuit of it
Now we are giving it away to people in other nations
who having no idea of its cost or value
are actually blowing themselves up to refuse it.
Yet we continue to push it upon them
knowing they will eventually realize the wealth of it.
The alternative is our death.
They are taught from infancy
heaven awaits them their
lives are in the hands of Allah.
Christians are taught their lives are in the hands of God
The Father Son and Holy Ghost
Jews are taught their lives are in the hands of God.
All responsibility to mankind nature and Earth is ignored
in the name of religion and faith in the Hereafter.
So here’s a lesson in Humanity
You were born alone.
You will die alone.
You cannot and will not live alone.
Individual freedom to live a life that can be
remembered with pride every day
Is a responsibility worth protecting
Convincing other people of this
Is the essence of life
All is useless without the responsibility of freedom
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