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Deep into scientific facts, I do not want to go,
Though - why? And what? - Questions of reasons often in me glow;
I wonder at the mystery of the magic sun, here,
How he splendidly, with his brush, brightens up the moon's sphere...!
An amalgamation of orange, red, white, and maroon,
On a canvas, sober and solemn, set like a sand dune;
As though brutal murder is committed and blood is shed,
On peripheries of ponds and lakes, red rays flow ahead...!
The Vagabond clouds try to caress and kiss it gently,
The breeze, sometimes slow, other times fast, taunt it intently;
A little darkness from some unknown horizons hovers,
As though tears on someone's farewell, there are also showers...!
A manifestation of an accord made with the sun,
In myths, with the bloody red moon, many stories are spun;
In amazement of human paths of pilgrimage, perfect,
The blood moon is a gorgeous chariot with red gems decked...!
Though a mystical shadow, depending on the nature,
The blood moon has extraterrestrial legislature;
Harbinger of the apocalypse or Parousia,
Speaks volumes! The red moon is an encyclopedia...!
Dragons within the clouds
It's not an Omen!
Oh man! It's not all men!
It's the structure of the climate. They say it is change, well chance made us see we have to dance!
So dance monkies we are! Trying to appease the beast so it won't feed on many souls, yet our thirst for paper and legs not quienched , prisoners to our own vices.
Get a grip and realise things ain't the same no more. It's not the world we are used to. There is an extraterrestrial shift taking place , as much as we deny, oh it's so! Take a look outside , days ain't the same no more , the heat signifies hell on its way to engulf us all................
Confounding Paradox
Are there exoplanets evolving, terrains for the living?
Living forms upon rivers, microbes drifting in the air?
Do they breathe oxygen, a unique concoction of gen?
Primeval human questions borne out of conceit unveil apprehensive curiosity
Antiquated they must be encapsulated inside the boundaries of mortal frailty
Beings are ephemeral and aged galaxies yield their jewels in a fiery embrace
Breaking then merging with brilliant mystical islands in the vastness of space
Life propitiously ubiquitous weave throughout obscured mazes encompassing
The most confounding paradox is existence and to probing souls enlightening
Penned: 4:17 P.M.
10/27/2016
Aboard cruise liner:
Vision of the Seas
Argostoli, Greece
Absolute truth
Question?
What is the absolute truth ?
Depends on who you are asking
What they believe in
And what there motives are
Some say the Bible is the absolute truth
Beyond question or reproach
Islamic State will kill anyone who disagree with there's
The Nazi holocausts exterminated the Jews for there's
But for me
The truth is in the eye of the beholder
For instance
Thou shall not kill
But faith has been killing in the name of the Lord
Since religion began
And survives till today
If everyone goes to heaven
What is the point of dwelling on hell
Judgment
Judge not others or you will be judged yourself
Judge Judy is she a real judge?
Judge me on my actions not my faith
Jpon Judgment Day
Who am I to be judged by?
And on what or whose criteria ?
Are we not not all sat in judgment of the soup?
And does placing our comments ?
Not underline the case in point?
Lies
Everyone lie's
The very world we live in
Is based on mans lie's
Example
False news media outlets
Our electoral Politicians
Bent Priest's
Islamic Suicidal Bomber's
2 World Wars
And Nuclear Weapons
When all is said and all is done
The absolute truth is that
All scripture is based on lies
They can't all be right?
Unless there is more than 1 God??
But that slams the door firmly closed on there
1 true God ideology
And what about the proposition of Extraterrestrial being's ?
Come to your own conclusion
Reference facts whence you seek solution's
In which to place your faith
All these books were written by power hungry Men
Christian, Islamic , Jewish
Every single 1
Mainly inspired by Prophesying
For Political gain
There is not a single soul on mother earth
Who has ever seen or witnessed the voice of said God
Or am I ?
Completely Wrong ?
Some 2000 year's have elapsed
Since the 3 Major Faith's
Propagated God had spoken
And the gate has been left wide open
For the 2nd coming
All 1 has to do is believe
Place your hands on the holly book
And swear allegiance
But 1st and foremost
Never Question
Judge only for yourself
What are lie's ?
And who is lying to you?
And if the means defies the end?
And the truth will set you free
I choose rather to believe in
And place my only faith in
KNOWLEDGE
And
LOVE
An extraterrestrial hiding -
Elliott and E.T. won’t stay sober.
Reeses Pieces and alien colliding.
After all, it’s late October.
The shelter of woods - not his home.
Where Elliot’s family resides, not even close.
His long finger points up, “Home! Home!”
Bicycle on firm ground - arose.
The painted trail, scenic beauty,
it’s cold out there - far, far away
from his planet. It is a friend’s duty
to let him go…he cannot stay.
Separation of friendship souls.
Spoiler - both Elliott and E.T. Live.
There never was a reason for consoles.
Escape hatched - actions corroborative.
10/X/2022
Painting prompted #2
Sponsor: Lisa YY
160 words max FV or rhyme
HMS counted 95 words
Used Rhymezone
I cannot say that I communicated with a UFO
but I felt like I communed with one
I yelled for my husband to come see
He discounted it as some weird plane
And promptly returned inside to the TV set
It hovered, dipped, swooped
In precariously odd ways, nothing like a machine
I sat outside for a long time,
Feeling I had been selected
Wondering what might happen next
It had a glow about it, but not neon
Something else, something not of this earth
If I knew what four-d was, maybe I could equate it to that
All I really know is that it quickly grabbed my attention.
At first it was hovering, not moving at all
I thought this peculiar which is why I fetched my husband.
The second he spotted it, it began to move like a plane.
When he returned to the house it made swirls and loops.
This is about eleven thirty at night, no time for an air show.
I would have to guess this was thirty or forty years ago
I felt like it was playing in the sky for my benefit, to entice me.
Frankly, I still do.
He visited Simon's mother-in-law, who had a fever.
Did he do so because she was kin of his disciple?
The elderly needed care. He knew this as a healer.
Wasn't their psyche more than their physique what made them ill?
A lesion in reason and logic rots the mind, like rust.
Depression, delirium, dementia, and rifts in moods
Loss of autonomy, grief, loneliness, and lack of trust
Optimism fades like a waning moon, and pessimism broods.
He knew these puddled muddles. Was he a psychoanalyst?
How was he able to read each mind like a telepath?
Wasn't he, for-bye, a universal philanthropist?
Was he not the zenith of extraterrestrial math?
Innocence, like crystal clear streams, flooded from his person.
Wasn't he, after all, the Almighty God's precious son?
As scientist search other planets for water,
I think about Indian villages which don't have drinking water.
Astronomical research what is its utility?
Except for telecom services everything else is futility!
Money spend on space expeditions and exploring,
Should be diverted to masses whose conditions are deploring.
Even if we do find extraterrestrial life, Goldilocks zone,
What will be the benefits? Will we ever live in those zones?
Water and air are getting polluted every day,
Government is doing nothing to stop it in any way.
Let's address real problems here on earth,
Instead of spending money on what lies beyond earth!
21st March 2021
Inspired by Goldilocks Zone Contest of Anthony Biaanco
"Every enigmatic environment enlists enlightened emotions" Quote by The Poet
Spectacular silvery spangled, star studded sky, so serene.
Under universal utterances uniquely unabashed, unseen.
Wildest wind wails when weakened, was welcomed warm weather.
Trees towering, trying to triumphantly touch together.
Serendipitous splendor soothes soulful scenes.
Gracefully groomed, growing greens.
Lustrous light looms, lasting like lingering lanterns.
Youthful yellowing, yet yesterday yearns.
Moonbeams meander, mesmerized midst melting moments.
Extraterrestrial elements enlist exponents.
Frenzied fireflies flutter, fulfilling fanciful florescent flashes.
Sparkling, swishing splashes.
Sycamores sway sweetly, so subdued, sounds softly sweep.
Calm clarity closely causes comfort, combinations creep.
Sporadically straying, sadly sets sorrow so steep.
Upon surrendering this self
hypnotized faux yes ("FAKE") Earthing,
I noticed nothing amiss
(which temporary state of transcendent bliss
twice daily meditation strives to attain),
ah...before you dismiss
a non "FAKE" claim lemme juiced
apprise ye with a very brief hiss
tour re:, how this generally outlandish
(long gush fellow) doth wanna kiss
hippy, cheeky and buddy
UFO's (with chess
a mon bot of errant knightly -
je ne sais quois finesse,
Oh Henri Matisse -
yea artfully add a touch of Swiss
obviously predominantly
French laced politesse),
though up pawn occasion
this lousy manque non
rook key mutant doth miss
long disused subtle social cues, cuz I still
feel asper (in) a human aberration
always felt like an outcast in an alien nation
even though born on Mars,
(a distinct honorable station),
yet resided on third rock from the sun
what seems like forever damnation
yours truly experienced abolition
against supposed invaders from outer space,
and essentially targeted, kindled,
and bullied on par like an abomination,
no surprise while attempting
to escape being walled din,
and trumped "illegal" accusation
crackled, snapped, and popped with abjection,
your honor (forgot to mention
earlier got picked up mistaken as invitation
from outer space by a kid prized
as some sophisticated surveillance drone),
within a sketchy section
of town, and must avoid acquisition
by mad scientists (employed by NASA),
who will undoubtedly take immediate action
and disassemble me (carefully as if dismantling
Bono fide atomic bomb), hence activation
must be established pronto against administration,
sans powerful GMO firearm, emitting disinformation
(mine defense of last resort)
will definitely signal to nemesis
furthering my aggravation,
and Putin this webbed, whirled,
and wired woebegone wysiwyg at risk.