It's the spherical objects in these galaxies,
That revolves and rotates
Brightened by the light from the red star not so far,
Fissions of helium.
Ever orbiting path never missing the track,
Kepler noted for us.
Apart from all, geometry in the cosmos,
Rapt its solidity.
Ever amazing facts that make us in this blue,
Marbled, as seen from space.
Deep, abyssal it enclosed in the Oort cloud rings,
Particles years apart.
We keep our time according to its deft motions,
Settings move in their ways
Rockets to visit neighbors in the Nebula,
A telescopic, view.
get beguiled by meteors those showers sometimes,
Falling fire from above.
Spectacles sparkling from afar, hitting at times,
Yet we feel safe as part
Wonder how the crates in our moon shaded airless,
Dimples it bore for us.
All seemed its static stationed somewhere with its moon,
What a place, we call home.
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Chariots of fire exercising this corteges march across times desert dunes....
Washing away fissions stygian trails amid diluvians merciful waters; tradewinds
Anointing blesseds spirits rising above what was and is but, tomorrows caskets
Gathering aneath carrions dust left bleeding in yesteryears scorching zephyrs winds
Now placed atop the altar of adjucations sacrifice; sphinxics self-fulfilling prophecies!?
In the season of this dragons ironic cortege march, along the trails of stygians fissions....
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....“War of The Worlds” *
Lights shine as life breathes
Energy extends in movements and sounds constantly colliding-intertwining-vibrating, making
music
Melodious vibes now in display, disperse, spread and descend from across renewing ancient skies
In flashes of down pouring visions present in the sounds of sanity
Star lights of fissions disperse regularly with rainbow intuitions
Sounds become clearer recurring regularly like memorial re-unions
Scenarios of dreams revisit hollow grounds to deposit, fill, seal
The beginning of a new dawn has finally arrived
Now they are saying good bye to war, hatred, lies
Isn’t it beautiful that they are free from every form of dismay?
The sweet scenting melodies have taken flight from heights and have finally returned their essence with meaning-colors
They have come to settle and play today
Victory from on high is readily displayed
Indeed the beauty of sorrow is the lesson learned
In the end they made it with the victory earned
As they are sure tomorrow returns to them the freshest perfume of the dew
And the signal will be perceived soon in unique scent of the rain
That finally love has forever come to stay………
I trod the volcanic soil of past relationships
Down until the river ran red
And where the cobalt ribbons threaded
Skies with golden studs embedded,
Encrusting precious metals in my centrifugal head.
As they turned and spun the alchemy of ages past
Round until their substance re-combined,
And the chemical reactions
Changed the future days by fractions,
Revisions of the outcomes in my sore eccentric mind.
How I walked the blind-alley warrens of stone
Out onto the cliff-tops by the sea,
Where the gulls were made of wires
And they dripped baptismal fires
Upon the alternate alternatives of my reality.
I cried and consumed the static of lingerie
Face first into the channel of her breasts,
Whereupon perfumed emissions
In her loin of nuclear fissions,
I consumed her sex and life and then began on all the rest.