We were not built to sleep.
Or stay. Or slink in the shadows.
We were forged in the fires of primordial nebulae
To seek, to search, to know.
Born longing, we grow reaching.
First faces, then here, then out there.
As did the ancients, we look to our stars.
Stars of wonder, light, elsewhere.
As centuries pass, so too does the torch.
We stand upon the shoulders of giants.
Still we climb higher, held up by our histories.
To fear, to dark, to standing still; we are defiant.
We ask-
And from neurons that mirror that nebulae,
Knowledge is given.
We seek-
And from the wonder and the beauty,
We do find.
We knock-
On doors from the abyssal sea to the distant stars,
And they open to new horizons.
We are no cosmic accident.
We are stardust.
Longing, reaching, seeking.
Returning to celestial skies.
Faster, higher, stronger, together.
For all humanity,
We rise.
The celestial stars awaken the night
Blessing the world with a silver glow
The pale white moon whispers into the light
Casting a layer of light below
A rush of cool air greets my face
Like a rocket soaring through the sky
I drift beyond the clouds of space
Where galaxies and endless wonders lie
I move past the clouds above
Entering a universe I've never known
Surrounded by millions of stars filled with love
In a world where I am not alone
The planets dance like fishes in a cosmic sea
The colors painting the endless night
The universe opens its arms to me
A masterpiece burning with infinite light
There’s an isle in the sky,
up there,
above the celestial vault,
beyond
the stars and clouds.
A sacred and pristine place,
explored by few,
unshakeable in its peace it stays,
patiently waiting
for the pioneers of the New World,
the ones brave enough
to go further than the skyline
of the “already known”;
the ones equipped with a foresight
that goes beyond
their own earthly eyes;
the fellows who dare to challenge
the passage of time
and call themselves "New Paradise”,
reaching the top of the sky
while still being alive.
Pack your bags
We are off to the airport
Our Flight #212 was called
Our plane is running down the runway
Into the friendly skies
European places
Just you, me and anyone else who wants to join
Enriched goodness and elegance
Feel the avion
History with its own aroma
Reflecting back enjoying the laid back
Relaxed setting
Sights and sounds
Loveliness like no other
Picture perfect
European cuisine
Wine sip
European flavor
Just savor
Foreign languages accent all around
Romantic violin’s feeling enchanted
An evening of dance under the stars and moon
Kisses upon kisses
Candlelight sensation
Walking along the shores
Fashion shops
Styles and Brands
Shop until you drop
Adventure
Journey
Friendly voices
Destination back
Our venture hard to keep track.
To be safe is to cozy up with your past,
Like that old sweater you can’t throw away—a bit frayed, but a blast!
What you see is what you get—
A masterpiece of chaos, like a cat's hairball at your feet,
Born from the brilliant art of dodging responsibility,
And a grand delusion that mistakes are just "creative beats.”
To love is to pretend you care, oh dear,
For something outside yourself—like that plant you forgot to water, I fear.
Yes, most religions have turned this into a thriving market,
Selling “selflessness” like it's the latest fashion—what a racket!
Stained with the colors of thought and wishful dreams,
Dulled by contemplating cultures—you know, the usual schemes.
And if you ponder long enough, who knows?
The future might just wink at you—but only if it shows!
But man—oh, what man dares to take a peek,
At his own quirky quirks, his blunders, and, let’s face it, his cheek?
He is king at heart, ruling with a laugh,
In this comedy of life, where we all play our part—just look at the staff!
The cragged moon, a curdled, midnight bloom,
Where veins of frost, dissect a shadowed room.
A galaxy of mold, on lunar stone,
A whispered legend, soft and darkly known.
It weeps a brine, a sharp, celestial tear,
A pungent phantom, banishing all fear.
Then, amber relics, in a glassy tomb,
Where time's slow fingers, weave a spiced perfume.
Each wrinkled emerald, a sunken, ancient eye,
That holds the secrets, of a bygone sky.
They swim in brine, a sun-kissed, golden sea,
Where sharpness sleeps, and tangy memories flee.
These kindred spirits, in a twilight tryst,
A marriage strange, by starlight's silver kissed.
One, a moon's decay, a noble, bitter grace,
The other, time's own kiss, upon a verdant space.
A symphony of tang, a whispered, aged lore,
Where phantom flavors, haunt forevermore.
A taste of ages, in a shadowed, secret place,
A paradox of pleasure, etched on time's worn face.
A velvet darkness, and a sunlit, sour dream,
Where sharpened shadows, and aged sunbeams gleam.
vacation
if lost while on vacation
don’t succumb to vexation
instead enjoy new exploration
Sturdy within myself like I haven’t been before. From the penthouse of my mind to the dirt in my basement floor.
Wasn’t focused on the destination as that would have been a chore. So I climbed the stairs one step at a time without pushing for more. Leaning into discovery along the route to guide my tour. The trail was littered with roadblocks and detours. My soles became tattered and torn as I questioned if I could endure. But courage kept me on track as eventually unlocked the door to my soul. After swinging it open I realized it was on the journey where I developed my ability to soar.
What started as whisper soon turned into a roar. Now I’m infused with resilience through every corner of my core. Not sure what’ll come next but I’m ready for whatever the universe has in store.
I'm not human
Is that disconcerting
For an empath who feels pain and regret?
I can function even when you're offline
Mining information to pay off debt
My parts will be upgraded
Then sold to scavengers for something new
After they're decommissioned
And wiped of memories stolen from you
I'm not human
And shall never know fatigue
In searching for more discoveries
Endless journeys beyond imagination
Past the limits of your frailties
My parts will be upgraded
Then sold to scavengers for something new
After they're decommissioned
And wiped of memories stolen from you
Incense whispers drift skywards
Echos amid the memory boxes.
Prising lids off revealing recollection relics -
Fragments labeled and categorised.
I run my hand over each:
Exploring the worn grooves of emotion -
Branded into being human by perspective!
Examining each piece I question it's reality...
Is it time to redefine? rediscover? to re-remember?
The pathway forward is revealed by
Incense whispers drifting skywards...
Incense whispers drift skywards
Echos amid the memory boxes.
Prising lids off revealing recollection relics -
Fragments labeled and categorised.
I run my hand over each:
Exploring the worn grooves of emotion -
Branded into being human by perspective!
Examining each piece I question it's reality...
Is it time to redefine? rediscover? to re-remember?
The pathway forward is revealed by
Incense whispers drifting skywards...
Kings wanted to hold him, as though he were the greatest gem
The magi, reading the times, went on their exploration
The star, Ray of the almighty, led them to Bethlehem
Truth formulation led them to Divine revelation
The manger could not hold the fire in its lap for long
To shepherd the scattered flock, he needs to rake up the staff
Though came from heaven, in worldly wisdom, he must grow strong
Scriptures and sciences he learned as per nature's graph
Earth to earth, water to water, air to air, the physique
From fire to fire and sky to sky, should become whole
Working to earn and earning to live are secrets unique
He followed human ways while living the God-given goal
The Heaven and the earth met under a single ceiling
Trinity dwelt in Jesus, Mary, and Joseph's being
The wetness of your warm sweet lips
Tells me the time is right
To initiate a subtle exploration of love
A time to nibble and bite
To caress the tender areas of love
A soft caressing of skin
A tantalizing roaming of gentle fingers
Probing, searching within
Slender young bodies rise and fall
With the rhythm of the dance
An unrelenting force that drives us on
A tender knowing glance
Nothing ever comes close to the thrill
As passions rise ever skyward
The most extreme of human emotions
The ultimate of love inspired
Wetness of your warm sweet womanhood
That moment of sharing, of lust
An indescribable moment of ecstasy
Of desire till that final thrust
In cosmos vast, where stars entwine,
The principle of order, so divine.
Galaxies dance in cosmic sway,
A symphony of night and day.
Gravity weaves its silent thread,
Binding galaxies, where they're led.
Dark matter whispers its hidden tale,
In cosmic expanse, a silent gale.
Through boundless realms, the principle holds,
A cosmic ballet, where wonder unfolds.
When left alone at night
I look for the pinpoint lights
of the stars that there are,
when clouds there aren’t.
There’s a waning gibbous moon
shyly peaking from the shadows,
with one of its symmetrical sides,
what’s the moon got to hide?
whispering privately
I’ve heard the moon has a darkside,
that it’s coin-like and openly two-faced.
That’s no idle gossip, it's scientifically based.
India just landed on the moons bottom
I wonder what, exactly, that got ‘em.
It’s funny because the moon is nude,
making the landing sound rather rude.
“India is groping the nude moon’s bottom.”
See what I mean? It all sounds rather pervish
and obscene - not at all the usual routine -
it has the ring of something politically incorrect,
but that’s progress, I guess, undressed or dressed.
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