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Sun RA Rockets to Mars/Tony Adamo/2000
Sun Ra rockets to Mars/ landing with his Arkestra by way of his supersonic jazzhip ship/
The red dust be a flyin’ below his dancen’ feet/
The heliocentric world of Sun Ra comes to the red planet
Sun Ra is a true jazzophonic citizen and the first musician to probe deep space/
He is a high tech hitchhiker among the stars with knowledge of the heavens above taken from the Egyptian pyramids below/
SING BRIDGE
Get on board the Sun Ra space cruiser/
Get on board we’ll travel the space ways together/
Get on board for bebop, jazz and beyond/
Dig the flight with Sun Ra leading the way/
Message from Sun Ra calling from Saturn and the milky way/
Message from” sonny”/
I’ve long left my earthly ways at Delmark,ESP,Saturn and Black Saint records/
My free jazz spacealicous music can be heard in between the layers of cosmic space to the galactic beyond
I bring you the healing force of the universe/
Space is the place
Oh yeah man talkin bout Sun Ra
The first space cruiser to dig outer space
That cat was beyond heavy
We don’t even know if he was born on this planet earth
Sun-Ra the first space cruiser to dig outer space
The first galactic man
See that sun a shinnin’
Right in back of your face
Sun-Ra space is the place
Yeahh Sun Ra doin his thing now
That creazy kind of galactic tripped out music
Bumpin ya rollin ya
ad lib vamp out (sing)Space is the place
Words from Tony Adamo’s CD,Miles of Blu
against light source well crafted
tubular structure appended with
eyepiece gazing offers viewer eye-
opening, mind boggling instantaneously
birthing then vanishing resplendent
myriad colorful geometric awesome
shifting shapes hypnotizing sight
seer whirling gigolo where multi
faceted fractals display pin-wheeling
arithmetically perfect triangulate squarely with
proportionate arcs astounding with blind faith
on microscopic scale analogous to cosmic big bang
spell-binding mankind from time immemorial when
her/his gaze turned heavenward peering into
azure vault – one macrocosmic hint per origin
from when on-looking proto-humans ruminated
inscrutably enamored at the spectacular eminence grise
forever holding mystery of universe evolution
in shroud of secret continually mystifying
one generation after another until twenty first
century astro-physicists begin to unravel evolutionary
tale writ small on planet earth yet storied tome
pried open from scientific revolutions enabling
birth of cosmos honed with more fine tuned precision
to zero in on precise second whence explosion filled void
with nebulous material coalescing into rudimentary
galactic masses generating vast surfeit of globular
structures evincing
conically swirling
millennially futuristic clear cut entities
upon which one – namely gaia
finds this sole member *****sapiens reveling
in his makeshift primitive contrivance
teasing ocular sense with visual orgasms
begetting thought provoking questions
into eternal wonderment that perchance
intelligent deity willfully rotates planet
some plaything synonymous mere mortal
peering into magic of kaleidoscope.
Photos bomb social media.
While
Terrorists destroy livelihoods.
War rages from within.
Crashing rathe upon distant strangers; us...
Pictures reveal this through social networking.
A quite distant war becomes real—too extents.
Photo bombs drop atop crooked faces.
Suicide bombs disfigure and gravely injure a far out man and a groovy woman.
However,
These groves are not so far out.
Closer to home than the television thinks—
Maybe more problematic than depicted and possibly more galactic than photoshopped.
What is their left to do with this distant war?
Sir War, her majesty, governor of terror like substance—ruler of all.
King War . . .
Master War . . .
Will you bow your heads to such ungodly deity?
Or
Will you fight for your mental pictures of believed righteousness?
Let's take this down to size and ask me (the writer) what he would do.
I would photobomb every picture possible until everyone around me cannot help but to smile and laugh.
One thing I know for sure I would not do is...
Never would I ever bow down to Master War.
May 29, 2017
Contest: Form P
Sponsor: Broken Wings
CYBER LIFE
My stamen a purple flare of Light
lit from Galactic Sun
igniting me for an hour or a day
a week or month, who knows ?
Portholes open ever so slightly
Time truly an illusion
Between petals I zoom extracting
nectar for cloaking against
cyber pistols, unpeelings
invasions, unveilings, insertions
with fire eating flesh
A joke tastes of poison
Moon a metallic observer
Buttons, knobs, numbers, clicks
My babes in their Pleiadian pods
incubated quietly like geraniums
in the backyard
Radiants swirl down marbled stairways
No corridors or medbeds touched
trained so on a faraway planet
Sheets folded in symphony
without speck, sparkle or frequency
We were strapped
Plutonians commanded
destruction
Tails chopped or dissolved
pendulums swung
A silent silvery slippery kiss
below a peppered moustache
pats on backs for a job
well done
My stamen wilted into mauve
Galactic Sun still waits
for me, as I return
to civilian couch
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2022
What is a hug, but an embrace of sorts
between supporting entities that wish
to meld their energies and show the force
connection lends to further harmony.
Our Earth is hugged by arms of gravity
that compass its direction endlessly.
Without this hug, off into space, we'd drift;
but no- in Sun's embrace, we soundly stay.
In this enfolding gravity, Earth spins
beneath an atmosphere that's held in place-
with layered blankets of protection wrapped
and firmly hugged in Sun's galactic arms.
Eons of years ago, a star- our Sun
drew Earth into its hug- to cling as one.
June 3, 2020
Contest: N-A Re-Run 7
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Received an N/A for Contest, Hugs
Judged: 06/14/2020
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
No one ever asks for what everything is, a cosmic cycle of shadows and lost light,
You will be buried in the clothes of unfulfilled dreams, mantles of light and throbbing illusions,
Or, like all of us, modest souls who cannot pay for grand transitions, we will spin
On the eternal winds, freed from our earthly forms, an ethereal thought in the dance of the stars,
The crematorium opens like a star gate, a dragon of fire and change,
Refining us, our skin melts into the sacred steam of purification, we burn like stars
In a starry night, transforming into the magic dust of eternity, ash
Scattered in the mysterious landscapes of forgetfulness, as if sprinkling an ashtray
In a millennial breeze with a forgotten name.
Every dream, a spark in the infinite universe, silver butterflies
Losing their wings in the dance of eternity. We hide in the rainbow of days gone by,
Too poor for marble altars, silence is our silent witness,
An ethereal echo in the vastness of the universe, we get lost among the enchanted leaves of trees,
Our ashes nourish the earth, returning to the cosmic beginnings,
In the blessed arms of mother Gaia, nameless, formless,
A luminous dust rising in a beam of light, dancing in the cosmic silence.
No one remembers us anymore, enchanted stories lost in the untouched magic books,
Buried in white pages and incantation verses, ethereal spirits
Wandering the infinite corridors of the universe. Better to burn in the strong winds of desire,
Than to wither under the weight of earthly years, prisoners of stellar oblivion.
The fires dance in the eternal night, a mysterious and extraordinary spectacle,
Burning our desires, purifying our dreams, leaving behind the dust of dreams,
A luminous trace that is lost in the galactic depths of time.
Memories, our falling comets, scattered in the cold wind of infinity,
Embracing the earth like a wave of magic and nostalgia,
Better to be ethereal voices echoing in the cosmic silence,
To be ghosts singing their own rebirth,
In a universe that does not ask, does not seek, only eternally transforms.
Our ashes, enchanted dust, scattered in the forests
Of eternal forgetfulness, where trees embrace the sky and rivers always flow towards the stellar seas,
Without regrets, without complaints, just a magical equation revealed by eternity.
search for oddities
into space and time we squeeze
eons can be seen
through highly polished mirrors
on bitter cold night so clear
'The Accident' morphs
dim mysterious brown dwarf
skimming stellar turf
leaving possibilities
constitutes dark energies
lustrous Milky Way
is where we reside today
facing come what may
dusty gas, huge black holes hide
where galactic center glides
interstellar bliss
where supernovas exist
fireworks not to miss
proves the cosmos are alive
eternity will survive
for the non-earth bound
cosmic microwave background
has now hung around
over fourteen billion years
since Great Expansion appeared
sky watching sessions
cosmic history lessons
answering questions
when the universe was born
how our galaxy was formed
sitting in the dark
with conditions often stark
tracing heaven's arc
watching the vast cosmos flow
where true dreamers choose to go
There in a galaxy and a land, far, far away
There are super Stars and super Humanoids
They playing baseball with hot plasma baseballs
Aliens are causing bright light luminous emanations:
These from their lightning light-saber laser like bats
A League of teams is fighting for their own home planet life
No one ever touches the ground over there
The only very strict rule is to keep walking on the atmosphere
The cleats used there are to be able to endlessly hover
Also, on their backs are super powerful gama-ray jetpacks
Home-runs there do cause volcanic catastrophic land shocks
To win is life with zeal, to lose is a demise and a death unseen
Somethings there are similar as here; these things to be pondered
He was always dressed in fashion
And as he walked down the street
Not many people noticed
That he’d got both left feet
He wore wide flared long trousers
Boots with very square toed ends
They caught on in clubs
The latest fashion trend
He could have had many lovers
He’d never ever have to beg
But he was conscious of
Also having two left legs.
When he’d put his human suit on
Just before he’d left his little ship
He’d not really bothered
It fitted badly at one hip
It was the first time he’d worn it
His first visit to the human race
And he was far too busy
Admiring his human face
He had to adopt very dark glasses
When he’d found to his surprise
Very few of the natives
Had different hued eyes
And he wasn’t being really very picky
After all he was just a very junior erk
But he did think it bad
One arm didn’t work.
It was an ill prepared mission really
But he stuck it for a full earth week
Only giving up when he
Found he couldn’t speak
It was poorest of mission preparations
Couldn’t be really classed as bad luck
That the human race
Really didn’t cluck
So they forged all the reports
Lied for all they were worth
Nothing worth having
From the Planet Earth
Then they’d hidden in the asteroid belt
Watching hot films he’d stolen in Rome
Until it was that time
To proceed back home
They’d received a hero’s welcome
Reception with a large brass band
And were declared
Heroes of the land
Because of that stupidity
We have the currrent situation
Where Earth remains a backwater
Not joined the Galactic Federation