Houston, we have a problem
We’re not the first ones here
Through the dust kicked up when landing
I’m watching a building appear
Houston calling Space Hawk
You stand on virgin ground,
The dust you tread was never trod
No building should be found
Space Hawk calling Houston
Is Commander Greg Braggs near
I’m entering the building
That we know cannot be here
Houston calling Space Hawk
Commander Greg Braggs speaking
Get back to your lander, Son
Your mental health is creaking
Space Hawk calling Houston
That’s a negative; I’m in
It’s like mission control up here
Like NASA built a twin
There’s people too but all are dead
They all have I.D. tags
I’m checking out the nearest one
His name’s… Commander Braggs!
Houston calling Space Hawk
It’s situation brown
It’s Eighteen Thirty hours
And we’ve got to stand you down
Space Hawk calling Houston
You do sound quite alive
But your watch says Six Thirty
And mine Six Thirty Five
(dons the Sigourney Weaver mask)
Houston, we have a problem
She's breaking up! I can't hold altitude!
Stop opening the pod bay doors, Hal.
I can’t
It decided our fate in a microsecond...
We’re not going to make it, are we?
That’s no moon… it’s a space station
Luke, I am your faaaaaaaather
Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker…
Revenge is best served up cold in spaaaaaace
They’re like locusts… moving from planet to planet
Nuke ‘em. Let’s nuke the bastards.
We will not go quietly into the night…
Powering down
Sleep, the final frontier
Take us home, Number One
Houston, we have a lollipop
Peppermint Patty is outside the airlock
The lemon drops are handy and dandy
Secure as Loony tunes on the moon
Tasty as caramel popcorn parties
The Eagle has landed
That's one small step for man
And one giant leap for candy kind
Be gentle to your rainbows and unicorns
Kiss my wife and kids goodbye
And billy goats too if you find them
Kiss your jellybeans twice if they collide
With cotton or chocolate meteorites
Ground control we're stepping outside
Tootsie rolls are calling us on
To sweet flavored carpet ride smiles
Colored in nature by bubble gum tides
Floating on sugar coated cosmic waves
Fluffy white bunnies circle in orbit
In powdered sweet dreams of delight
Be kind to your lambs if they land
Happy happy joy joy, happy happy joy joy
Please, pretty please send some happy baked cheesecake
Whip up some hot fudge sundaes with a cherry on top
Houston, we have a problem
We need more lollipops soon or we will hold our breath
Turn blueberry blue forever
Or fall asleep, whichever comes first
Depending on the weather
Stardate 19 Hundred and Something
The Minutes taken
At the last annual general meeting of NASA
The Great and Good of Finance , Politics
Must have sat down together at some point
A gathering
Of the Distinguished League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
Or National Geographic and Scientific Society
To discuss funding the Exploration of Space Travel
To go where no man has gone before
Place a human being on the moon
Escape gravity and earths atmosphere
Forward thinking outside the Box
Calculating an infinite amount
Of Mathematical equations and Scenarios
The Greatest minds we could summons
Took up the Mantle placed in front of them
Could Man really step foot on the surface of the Moon
And Yes we Can
The Answer came back
Affirmative
Yes we can
But Houston we have a problem here on planet earth
Would these great minds of our time
Not be better spent
Coming together
To solve the more pressing
Problems we humans face here on planet earth
First
Escaping
Starvation
War
Suffering
And destruction of the earths natural resources
Are to the average Joe like you and me more pressing things
To cling onto
Than Astronauts Dreams
HARVEY - NOT CHILD’S PLAY
Houston, we have a problem ~
where the throngs of children played,
only possessions remain
in giant heaps - mattresses, furniture
and hefty bags brimming.
Two boys step over threshold
to survey the damage to their home,
for the first time, since the storm’s surge.
Several boxes labeled Hurricane,
contain fans. All is calm in aftermath,
ready for forward march,
albeit months of reparations.
Bare bones, as if in early stages
of construction, with see-through walls.
Boys in blue shirts, step into their room.
Dad points out which ones were theirs.
He asks them, “How do you feel?”
And the simple answer,
echoing from a child’s lips,
stabs you in the chest,
sucks the air,
in vise-like vortex,
“sad…”
9/25/2017
Houston we have a problem
Orbiting
Safe space
In a Bubble
Viewed through Hubble
We see the trouble
Not on the ground
But from the window of a station
Circulating into critical mass
Nature's come calling
Evolving
forming
Death and destruction
And repercussions
Butterfly Effects
God help those left
Subside the waters
Raise the heaven's
Wash away our sin
Let the light back in
~Disbelief~
The older I get
The more that I see
The closer I am
To you're kidding me
A once drop in the ocean
Now a raging sea
~Disbelief~
To get to the bottom
Of what's bothering me
Houston we have a problem
Of major degree
Have we all forgotten
Crazy is free
~Disbelief~
All I'm now finding
I don't care to see
The once silver lining
Now torn and rusty
It's come out of hiding
And it's scaring me
~Disbelief~
Houston Houston, we have a problem.
My wife has created a mayhem
She is stuck in the gullet
It's not my wife,a mullet
She has just reached her cerebellum
"When returning love, becomes to Late"
Fantastic,
From her eyes
His name the name
She mumbles silently
3 rivers, 3 years, 2 many tears
She loves him endlessly
Sending her soul
A free feeling,
Finally, he fell
Engaging, equal to the spell
Morning, mountains and more
Move across a new age moon
His heart happily
Traveling towards hers
Dashing dandy, onto her dinner plate
Too long she waited,
She's not hungry, her heart self healed
3 rivers 3 years 2 late
Her tears faded his rusty name
SKAT
See up there the crest of heaven
Cast aside the earthly realms
Touch black, scorched and engraven
Earth again, rocket down, ready helms.
Did you seize divinity past sky's limit?
Erasing gravity with your metal falcon
Limitless physic forces as you rim it
This invisible barrier a vacant balcony
Unhappy with these bonds upon us
Seeking outward bounds of new worlds
Scorching reality with rocket fuels fuss
Welcome back to Terra-Firma boys
Is it still you?
Houston... we have a problem.
My heart flutters inside my chest
like a blood red butterfly
frantically trapped in a wire cage
full of rage
knowing its life span is short
Houston, we have a problem,
mission abort.
Crush the butterfly in your trembling hand,
blood soaked sand
under your feet
the secret you cannot dare repeat,
iron fist to stem the weakling's tremors,
do you remember?
'Cause the porch hammock of childhood
has long rotted away
and the day
the day
you'll never forget,
unable to wipe the images from your mind
after all this time
Still fresh and vibrant as you roll over,
the seventeenth of October
the day that time ended for you,
lips turning blue,
relive it every time you're not distracted,
ambushed and attacked it
blinds you to life
and then he took a knife
and you know it will never end
its part of your being
warping all feeling
and you understand completely
what drove him mad
and it's so sad
that genetically he was more like
you than any other,
my brother,
my brother.