a flame of galactic sources
the native content she gets
The stars are out and they’re worth considering,
with their glimmering, glittering, shimmering,
like fireworks flickering but more regularly appearing
in the black hole sky.
In Europe there are Ukrainians, Albanians, Scandinavians,
Romanians, Lithuanians and maybe a couple of Canadians,
but out there, in the dark black void-of-space, there are Aliens.
Ok, well, statistically, there are bound to be aliens.
your author has no first-hand knowledge of extraterrestrials
I have galactic questions though—you better believe it. For instance:
If light is the fastest thing in the universe,
why is darkness already there when light arrives?
Could dark-matter be chocolate? and
How can we roll our clocks back if time only moves forward?
This is when having a physicist for a boyfriend is handy
—as well as those times you need a ‘close encounter.’ wink.wink
.
.
A song for this:
Fiction by Yard Act
CanyonsMan/Woman/Chainsaw
This is not A.I.
Up there in the darken sky
Where astronauts fly
Accomplishing a heavenly ride
Pictures they took
Perfect for the global Instagram scrapbook
Allowing everyone a peek
Admiring the skyrocketing pecking cheek
Isn’t that sweet?
Reflecting upon the spaceship heat
Duet rekindling a romance
And dance
Expressing galactic vows
Circulating the day end bow
Performing a musical tune
Artemis waltzes around the illuminating moon
Ready to depart
Softening the international diplomatic heart
Exclaiming ‘gee’
Both stating ‘do you love me’
Heading home and everybody will see
Sporting Saturn rings
Showing off souvenir bling
Fore who completed a mission
Proving someone’s scientific vision
Life does exist throughout the stars
And we are proud to know who they are
Futile is the sun to a heart in awe
And trivial is the Moon's cosmic fame
These worldly voices to me are noises
These flowers are like invisible stars
For what is it that the galactic infinity contains...
Nothing, but your face to keep me sane
What brings me joy is a Pair of those hazel brown eyes
And a warm melodious smile that makes me fly
For we are one in every realm
Transcending worlds, Entangled in love
Enantioming in shadows and light
Or so I thought............
8th of Jan, 2026 (12:36 am)
Boundless blessings unto thee,
Upon Thanksgiving,
With light encompassing all thou may'st see!
Set delightful victuals upon thy long table.
May thy astral kin be in accord
To share remembrances,
Pondering heavenly ancestors,
Recounting the past,
Whilst dreaming of the future
With star-spangled UFOs soaring through the sky,
Reaching cosmic heights,
And stellar pumpkin pies gleaming with cranberry sauces;
See all those victuals that fashion forethought!
May thy fortune be galactic;
may thy celestial children keep faith;
may our astral future bear a noble state!
I wanna spend Thanksgiving in a UFO
Thankin' the Cosmos for starlight's glow!
With veggies and fruits on my plate,
It's a Cosmic voyage that sure feels great!
Flying high, my saucer in the sky,
Mushrooms, squash, and peas roll by.
Thankfulness guides my heart, my art, my song.
At my Thanksgiving table, love belongs.
I want to paint like DeChirico in a dreamy haze,
While Roman columns fill my nighttime gaze.
Jupiter, Venus, and Odin are flying near.
My table is in Asgard with good mead and cheer.
Flying high, my space Saucer in the sky
Bluebirds and Cardinals are singin' nearby.
Planetary voices join in tune
As I sail beneath the Carribean moon.
I'm a Cowgirl, a pilgrim, a wanderin' woman.
The American spirit makes me feel free
With mashed potatoes and Seitan Stew,
Thanksgiving grits, yellow squash, and linguistic brew.
I'm flyin' high, my saucer in the sky.
Blessed be all, with peace to guide
Thanksgiving, the best Cosmic Holiday
Intergalactic with forever racing freeways!
Orange pumpkins glow so cute
Making children smile in spacesuits
Halloween pumpkins filled with candy
A cosmic stash, so handy-dandy
Each planetary pumpkin has a special face
That beams like stars in aerospace
Each one has a candle inside
Its galactic shimmer is big and wide-eyed
The nose is shaped like a triangle
Without airlocks to be entangled
The mouth may curve in spooky shapes
From every smile, light escapes
A dreamscape shines for starry-eyed kids
Enchanted by secrets the Cosmos forbids.
Beneath the stars, a glittery haze,
A cosmic queen in her celestial daze.
She told me, "Darling, can't you tell?
This is just your fabulous destiny, spelled!"
She pulled out cards, all shimmery and bright,
And whispered secrets, bathed in moonlit light.
"The stars align, the moon's a rosy hue,"
(I just wanted to find my favorite shoe!)
"The Darkside of Aquarius, honey, calls,
Prepare for shopping sprees and velvet falls!
Your spirit, sweetie, is quite entwined,"
(With a perfectly matched handbag I can't find!)
She spoke of eras, crushes, and such strife,
As I just hoped for a drama-free life.
"A spiritual and sparkly, fated art!"
(I'd rather scroll through TikTok, bless my heart!)
I checked my phone, a little sigh,
And caught a twinkle in her eye.
"You'll find your truth; you'll feel the glow!"
"Okay, but can we get some froyo, though?"
The prophecy, a grand design,
Turned out to be just a good time.
The Darkside of Aquarius? Pfft!
Just my bestie suggesting a spontaneous road trip!
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
And a doctor. Doctor. The past can not feel the suffering of a fire
There is no perfect society. We can just create a better one than the last
I am a believer in the next, best, and long-lived super society
The Galactic Society. We are humans. We must be extraterrestrials
We climbed from the tree a long time ago. And we were expelled from Paradise
So, let’s go. We need, we must, and we will create a new super Galactic Paradise
New Society
Is it a dream?
Still
Now
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 out this syringe
And suck out my soul, fill the tube,
Inject the world with a little spew
Of good gaudy divine truth
This man’s one last dying wish:
Know this ... The Dreamer never dies.
Change still rattles in me pockets,
a lot less pennies, a lot less rockets.
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
each of them holding an alchemy where
millions are unnamed, undefined, unattained.
Pray tell, of what purpose do they rule
through a mystery, perceived by
human theories, not by an imprimatur
of a Source's universal law?
Prophets say it will take light years
to touch their faces and claim
residence within this galactic space
... but for now, mark it
as a restricted passageway.
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 intervening
One way, or another
Be it by direct contact - an Angel's voice in the clouds
or secondhand news like the Bible (but It's Good News at least!)
or a crash landing in someone’s backyard (like Roswell)
Why talking snakes or burning bushes
are not a sure sign of probable insanity
One can only imagine
There is so much mystery to be had
Perhaps, it’s time to embrace life by the bells
Even gawk at the enormity of our predicament
It’s time to put aside our petty differences
I'm raising my hand in hopes of being chosen
Because, in my heart of hearts, I know
We may not be the only species
being considered by the G.O.D.
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 the Earth? Sorry, my planet, and thank you for my life, but the desire,
the desire to know more about our universe pushing me into space, into Space’s life
Desire to pull me into the greatest mind from the space of God, and live in his mind
‘Hah, this is the secret of the future!’ Said Satan. ‘Just learn to live in your universe, and desire
that is your forever life, and you never die. Get your loving desire, feel the galactic desire!’
Said it Satan.
Desire desire, desire!
Desire is my love’s desire!
Love is my desire’s love!
Love or desire?
Is the love desire?
My desire is the love
I love desire.
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 upon me gaze.
My wish upon a star,
To swim in the Milky Way,
I long, to be in the Galaxy,
I dream of such a day,
I want to feel the sands
Of Mars, run through my hands,
Hope to see shooting stars, and also Meteoroids,
But terrified to see a hurtling Asteroid,
Wish to explore many other Galactic planets,
Google, my best friend right from the start,
Though neither of us sure of the stratosphere’s
Patterns, so advised to be sure, to take with me a jacket.
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.
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