Guadalcanal 2019
Tour boat, ice-blue water.
Five rubber rafts,
12 heroes each, approach
Antarctic 'beach'.
‘Explorer’: 'Look! Penguins!'
Rest chirp approval, focus Canons,
shoot the penguins left and right.
'Great' 'Wonderful'.
Two hours later, 3-star restaurant,
Tierra del Fuego.
'Global warming...'
from the end of the table.
Heads nod assent. Crab dinner,
good Sauvignon Blanc. 'This is great!' 'Wonderful!'
Are they talking about the crab? Or the penguins?
Does it matter?
When the conscious refuses to stay silent,
It begins to torment the barrier of our lives.
Which is why we get into our guards...
Trying to quiet our guilty conscience.
We can run, and we can hide from our deeds,
But eventually we want to be free.
We confess, we crack
Our hearts are no different.
With the endurance of fascination,
was lure and lore in the dead of the night.
Inauspiciously, all of that never lasts
As good things come to an end.
You believe in your abilities, you open doors of prominence.
You admire your spirit, you open doors of opulence.
Helm your own life and be coerce in it – cause no one will do it for you.
“It takes the leader of a high calibre to resist good offers in life,” they say.
Lifting off from Earth with a blast
The first manned mission to Mars at last
Moving past red dwarfs real fast
With neutron stars going past
Celestial fireworks of a supernova in full view
As through the Milky Way at warp speed we flew
Mars would become our space base
The dawn of a new race to space
Earth would remain the galactic jewel
A hub for supplies and to refuel
The journey to Mars took almost a (Earth) year
Zooming by pulsars and asteroids to get there
With many more worlds to explore
Going where no man had gone before
On a quest to find alien life forms
and unravel a mystery that has lasted for eons
Perhaps we'll find them right there on Mars
Or somewhere among the myriad of stars
It was just like on Star Trek
Traveling through this awesome universe
But captain Kirk was not on deck
And Scottie couldn't beam us up yet
We are new colonists and we embrace
A hostile and unforgiving land. Lay
Claim to clay covered gold by grace
And the callous palms of tired hands,
But the weary lesson lidded, did not
Stay night's strife and eyes' sands.
We poor Don Quixotes have no Camelot.
\We left Paradise, the fruit still sweet
Like a piper's note upon our giddy eyes,
And edged our sugar hungry teeth
On gaudy claims the harsh day denies
Reversing us who came our fortunes to reverse
On windmills and the roulette of dreams
We had the upside down of the Midas curse.
Poor Samsons, we, in the litter of our schemes.
\I see land beyond forty acres ungiven
But I see no mules except for us
Who for fabled EL Dorado has striven
Conquistadores mired in the plight of dust
Our feathers are pluckt by the Atlantic storm
And I, here serches the spectra of Job
Amidst this new thing without border or norm
That consumes us like locust on a withering globe.