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light language poetry : on delete

(Poet’s Note : AI will be able to decipher Light Language soon. For now, it cannot. Light Language is not classified as an “other” language yet.)


    language of Love has 
no        w      Or       

unintended innuendo

{For Contest : unintended innuendo 
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Date submitted: 11/5/25}
Line of inquiry:
[“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
 
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”]
~o~

she was

Future Modern Society

Future Modern Society

Future modern new society. Where is it? This exists, just invisible yet
  Sometimes the development of possible and expected events is hindered
          by negative factors

We are late, and the life of our planet is slowly running out. We are destroyers
  We dig

Galactic Society

A New Society

Eras, centuries, and histories have disappeared
New social systems are emerging and disappearing
But it all disappears, is destroyed, is forgotten. Time is a killer
                              

galactic garden

search for me when
  black are the 
         stars of midnight
for in every sunset
          I see your name
in every moonlight
you feel 
         this restless flame
poetically fading into
  rose-gold

Galactic Ordered Divine Intervention

I’ve got a little change 
rattling in me pockets. 

Before I go, I do bequeath 
A little wisdom from my keep. 
So close now, I must bestow 
There’s so little left of what I know 
But what I knows is worth more than gold 
Some lost treasure from deep below 
Hold on, let me pull

GALACTIC MIRACLE SHOW

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Skeptical at first... then stunned))))
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Galactic Force

Beyond the skyline, I watch an expanse
    outside this earthly  realm…
torches of  balls glitter in seamless motion,
 orange streaks rolling in random numbers,
    circling ' round their territory
like crystal fibrils wheeling, darting,
   perhaps prancing…

Yet in relays, heavenly bodies afar
do not collide with  one another

The Galactic Genie

He travels through the Universe 
Hopping from galaxy to galaxy 
After doing what must be done 
Stopping from one star system to another 
Seeking out habitability for his super consciousness 
Turning lifelessness into life 
Each planet spinning with the stuff that dreams are made of. . .   
His dreams made manifest with mysticism

The Galactic Order of Divinity

If this G.O.D. is real, then it’s only a matter of time 
when we’ll find out if we, mere humans, are worthy 
Do we have what it takes to even be considered 
for membership? Or must we wander into the Twilight Zone? 
Have we developed the proper qualifications 
for admittance into the Order? 
G.O.D.is constantly

UNBEARABLE DARKNESS OF NEAR VOID

UNBEARABLE DARKNESS OF  
NEAR VOID

Unbearable darkness of near 
Void
when my Heart sits indigo 
at the back of my throat  
I see no endearing 
vacant eyes of guides
grit in joints scream 
generational curse 
which stubbornly brick 
build a house faraway 
as mental escape into
limbs to twine around 
clean waves caught 
on deserted beaches
humans trying

Galactic desire

Galactic desire

Desire, what is that? Only a feeling, emotion, something like that, much more than
Much more than, if you feel that, a subjective life is sometimes better than the material.
Yeah, this is subjective realism, subjective objectivism, and oriented positivism.

From the individual. It’s me. Always create and project the dreamed life, great desire
Live always on the

GALACTIC TRAVELS

Where should I zoom to, perhaps to the Moon,
And on my way will juggle with millions of stars,
I have whispered to a Comet passing by real soon,
To please pick me up, as i plan to visit Mars.
Most of all I want to feel the star dust on my face,
And hear choirs of angels as they

Fields of Galactic Dreams

Stars fashion and project,
twinkling fields of galactic dreams we fabricate,
and perfect.

Dreams can confuse
although there's times we contemplate
the muse

We rise
and meditate
... whys.

Stars fashion and project,
although there's times we contemplate,
... whys.

Virgin Galactic

August spider webs become thick as February snow wisps
Accumulating on our window sills
If each of us
All eight billion
Could stand in line in gardens and beside the sea
And wait our turn
To blast far up in outer space
And spend two minutes
Gazing down to our primate planet Earth
Through a little window
Perfectly fit to the size of all our

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