Witchy Gives Birth
The following Halloween Witchy gave
birth to a handsome Magic Picture Frame. She
was so so angry she missed the Grave
Halloween Party in Hiss; she
spent the whole night locked in (no one
came!) the Elmwood Hospital room One
where she had to choose a name
that the Jovian doctor, the father, the Knave,
didn’t think was lame.
Half the moon sits aloft the Jovian star
Its other half away in green pastures far
She sat leaning ‘neath the peering lights
That ever pervade such provoking nights
Are they dim, or are they bright
Small in stature or stood upon dizzying heights
From where she sat it was hard to tell
Then suddenly one fell
She traced it by its silver tail
As it illumed the hanging clouds
Then streaked across the glooming dale
Revealing the wandering shrouds
It tumbled down and out of sight
In a spiraling trail of rainbow light
I am looking for a book I left
on a train back in 88.
A book concerning explorations made
on the Metropolitan line
between Harrow-On-The-Hill and Croxley.
An odyssey
only reaching its destination today
as I now circle low
over the Jovian moon Calisto.
Close to her sad old face
I can see that she was
a good mother and an unfaithful wife.
Diana, Zeus clad in the form of Artemis
all three orbiting a scandalous history
disguised as pulp fiction.
Her womb is full of dead stars now
but she shines by the light of Jupiter himself.
As predicted in an overlong story
they still circle round the same
orbit of West London,
where a book I had almost finished
must always lay completely unread
as a tale planted by the very God's
that stirred my younger mind
to be a train reading rider
in the first place.
I told that guy in the trilby hat
that when we create something in our mind
and push it out into the universe willing it to manifest,
it will, in some way, manifest,
though maybe not in the way we expected.
It may appear in the small print of creation
perhaps as a footnote or an addendum.
Trilby hat man gawps at me
as if I'd gone raving mad.
I blithely continue:
“if a cowbird comes to nest in your garden
then goats or cattle will visit your cabbage patch.
not now maybe, maybe never,
but the possibility hovers.”
I notice his trilby is trembling now,
he’s backing away from me
spluttering in outraged disbelief.
As I watch him depart, I have a vision:
The trilby catching fire while on his head;
naturally this will not do.
I imagine a rain cloud drenching him
then LO
It rained.
Four moons orbiting Jupiter were discovered by Galileo.
He named them Europa, Ganymede, Callisto, and Io.
Several unmanned space probes were sent there recently.
They revealed things no earth-bound sky watcher could see.
Of special interest was the Jovian moon Io.
This body has many an active volcano.
Io is literally turning itself inside-out.
This makes the moon the most fascinating without a doubt.
If I were to tell you its name
then it would and will exist.
You might think only in your mind,
but no
if two minds see it then it will appear
In the small print of creation.
Here is a simile or a metaphor, probably both:
if a crow comes to settle on your roof
then a goat will eat up your garden,
not now maybe, maybe never,
but the fear of it
will keep manifesting in small ways
until random goat piss patches
will ruin your lawn.
When I informed him of this notion of mine
his hat (a trilby),
began to quake upon his head,
he spluttered in disbelief
but I could already discern that soon
his hat would catch fire
under the blows of destinies
jocular lightning bolts.
The Raven by The Alan Parsons Project
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=170&v=mfBpxfRAPo4
through my sleeping
a bit of napping
I kissed the glimpse
of a wrapper tapping...
countless creations
of ever lasting
flipped the switch
in tricks of timing
t’is only this...
at pebbles shore
the silken lips
of evermore
whispering in mist
of wishes lore
then into heaven
raven soars
and to amazement
said “once more!”
the very quoth
as heard before
“this nameless... evermore"
a heart of hope
no burden bores
as raven sights
“the Jovian shore”
and so upon
a starlight twinkling
lines of rhyme
by way of thinking
"called the raven"
linked and syncing
into a maddening
demons dream
" Welcome...
to The Screen"
Based on the BBC news article "Diamond rain falls on Saturn and Jupiter"
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-24477667
Mighty Jupiter - king of planets
Noxious gasses form a blanket
Fearsome storming - red spot raging
Timeless tempest never aging
Lightning cracking - breaks methane
Sooty puff clouds fall like rain
Clumping forming - makes graphite
Dropping further losing height
Pressure rising carbon crush
Diamond snow in downward rush
Heat increasing gemstones melt
Further down as mist does pelt
To carbon ocean 'neath the sky
From boffins' sums in their mind's eye
Yo, ho, snow does flow....
A rising puff of Santa.
Winds of methane blow.
Typical Jovian banter.
A rising puff of Santa.
Trading frozen diamond rain.
Typical Jovian banter.
Saturn rings but does not feign.
Trading frozen diamond rain.
Gaseous blowhards tilt and sway.
Saturn rings but does not feign.
Mars turns red; Earth blues play.
Gaseous blowhards tilt and sway,
Catching killer planetoids.
Mars turns red; Earth blues play.
What luck to be not void.
Catching killer planetoids.
Venus chokes; Mercury burns.
What luck to be not void.
On Martian dust our future turns.
Venus chokes; Mercury burns;
Winds of methane blow.
On Martian dust our future turns.
Yo, ho, snow does flow....
In the Greek and Green
ovation standing, memory pitched;
In the Greek and Green,
Leverage nudged, and cantos plucked.
In the Greek, and Green,
politics of God's own fates,
In The Greek and Green
posing for first
And foremost king,
In The Greek and Green
Lacking all luster
with Guilt goodness
In The Greek and Green
Jovian phantom verbiage.
In The Greek and Green
lost lovers wailing, into
The Greek and Green
The brain, unveiling,
Pasting shots
In The Greek and Green
Singing and humming noise vibrations.
In The Greek and Green.
listen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=NtbunQgEi_0
marooned …
she looked sad
when I stopped her
the action of a theory
almost mad as sure
determination grows
four . identification
a matter of when
we show
unification . politico
perfectus to socio
… it’s the order she knows
a pandora . a where now
of why she goes . she echoes
of bio . psyche . technico
the sixth
a scent undeniable
and undetectable
but for the few
….
she looked up
and knew
in his eyes
the truth
.
I’m out of time
genetically modified
to not show
and I’m rogue
….
stunned
and in stereo
her voice within him
let his mind say go
and she was gone
a para . sight
of entangled song
.
the names Callisto
she drove on
as he watched her
fade to colors unseen
” it’s where I’ve been “
he could hear her
a new horizon
unknown of when
she’d return
.
lines of dimension
distort in a form
unmentioned
a storm of disorder
in a Jovian doam
.
her intention
is to move in time
inspired by
Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said
Philip K Dick
" and I don’t know why "
ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER JOVIAN * DOLLAR
Strolled down to the café to meet the guys,
The braves as we call ourselves in vain.
Get a breath of fresh ammonia from the skies
Maybe a whiff of methane.
Not many red men left now to stand .
White earth dudes tried to kill off all
Of us native Joviandians and
Take whole of Jupiter for themselves in thrall.
Space the final frontier, by Jove
Not moving west now but out.
Treaties made and broken. Where can we rove?
They killed off all the jovalloes, used to roam about.
Even our Jovian satellites are exploited for metals or oil,
And hey, look what happened to the Great Red Spot:
Filled up with earth guys. They have technology for our soil -
Of course, now renamed the Great White Spot.
Still they all must live in a strong steel cavity
Like a captured earth species avian.
Small runts who can't stand up in our big gravity
Makes us jovial Jovians.
..........................................................................
*Jovian = adjective relating to planet Jupiter
i remember nothing while it all happens
i am like the shadow on the wall of a cave
with no actual light source
i move similar to expectations
then suprise
the unsuspecting...
with the gravitation of the jovian
and then
spiral away like a wheel that
flattens a speed bump
Jumping through hooks
Barbed by barbarous thought process
Making it out anyway
The days are too stupid
Filled with fijarse
And seeing the makings of
Seasonings
As leaves fall into your hair
Heir to you
i feel the shell of God
Surrounding me like a glad bag
Around the throat
Thank God
Nuestra vida es muy preciosa
I reached out,
to touch the sun
Gold and red
Down it dipped,
night came
Instead
The night sky
brought forth its' stars
Planets too
darkening rush,
the day slipped by
I lifted high
Followed the wind
Followed the moon,
in to the starlit sky
This blue Earth...
At night...
Leaving a trail of stars
The planets emerging light
Martian red
Venus, jewel bright
What I came to see..
Jupiter..
Rising,
in all its' majesty
Mighty Jupiter
Chemical storms , seething
Swirling below
How it burned,
in a night sky
The Jovian light returned
The suns' radiance
felt upon my face
in deepest coldest space
Yet I sense...
Jupiter, rising
others may see you
as the beautiful person
you are
i will always see you
as a massive human
who has everything
to give the world
within being
unbelievably beautiful
they coulnd't
of had any idea
of your presense
and what you mean
to me
your gravity
is heavier than
any jovian planet
to me
i am waiting for you
to show
these showers
how the real things come
together
because i've watched you
since birth
now run with your
birthright
i will be here
to make sure
this becomes
fruition
dad
loves you
always
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