Long Galaxy Poems
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In my journey across languid life's undulating landscape,
the course of the designated track as ordained I don’t lose.
The hazards on the way I could circumvent and safely escape,
as I walk toward the final destination someone chose.
I don’t believe in what is said with dubious authority
that the genes control the life's course and the free will.
For surrendering to the supreme designer, the almighty,
the divine ecstasy of sacred fulfillment I could feel.
In tormenting wilderness my secluded soul is never forlorn,
for I can suffuse my being with the heavenly breath,
realizing the cyclic karmic fate of being born and reborn,
that God decides in a blink between life and death.
Released from the fold of sense-response my anguished mind
lies still in meditative tranquility of devout mindfulness.
At the end of the mortal tunnel godly guiding light I find,
where the devoted life reaches the stratum of consciousness.
Plunging within I swim sanctified in the boundless blissful sea,
I see the serene shore of nirvana waiting as my ultimate abode.
Blessed, I find illumined by divine galaxy His reflection within me,
and as my soul floats on the crest of spiritual wave I perceive God.
I've become a sleepless stargazer
Stepping out of the shadows at night
Alone, I gaze at the stars each night
Keeping watch over celestial skies
Call me a dreamer and you'd be right
Wanting things to be made right
I stay awake, watching the cosmos
Desperately hoping there will be a sign
A sign of deliverance from the Divine
Praying it's not too late to find
that place deep within my soul
that offers me control over my fate
That place deep inside of me
that shines like a galaxy of starlight
I want to feel fully awake
and not quake as if heaven will combust.
I'd like life to give me a reason to purr
instead of groaning and moaning
like a dejected black cat on a fence...
hissing at the world in my own defense
Don't tell me it's too late
to find that kind of satisfaction in life
A stargazer, a dreamer I was born
to shine like the stars
I'm not yet ready to become stardust
waiting until happiness comes along
I'll learn to be patient, although I'm alone
instead of howling like a black cat who moans
I'll welcome sunlight after a long night
wanting everything in my life to be made right
When night is over and stars have faded
I'll gaze at sunshine's radiance as it burns
asking when it might be my turn
to have golden days in my heart and soul...
no more moaning like a black cat, all alone
I don't want to be all alone
Morning stands up like giant in front of me, and the dogs are running like wild goose in the street, the sun is out in full force and the trees are waving in the breeze without a doubt, nothing dynamics is happening, and I feel the hunger for a good rhythm; families are torn apart and the children are left scrambling in the dark. I have searched high and low for another song to sing, but I just could not find the right rhythm.
I sat over the keyboard all night, but my imagination puts up a stubborn fight; and so I took a walk in the pitch black night, and alas the universe was asleep, and for the first time I could feel my spirit weep, for the souls trapped in the deep dying to get out, so they roam the open ground and wander around the fountain in the city, trying to make the world happy. But one man in his time must change the plan and go all the way out in the land and when the dialogue won’t do, the bullets and the guns will see you through.
You have one foot in and one foot out, but you must clear away all the doubt; you must storm the earth by surprise and evoke the living and the dead sacrifice. There is no more time to play around, and you must turn the galaxy around; there is no crown or big gowns waiting for you and nice words cannot do. You must change the plan to move along on the land. The British have the best sea men, and you must work with them to get the operation to heaven.
The global economy is feeling the strain, and you must take precise actions to end the naval games. You have to go all the way in and commit an abominable sin. There comes a time when the plates must turn down, so that the universe can move around.
Many more will die and many more will have to cry, many more will live in the street, until the mission is complete. If negotiation doesn't work, you have to get the bulldozer and start digging up dirt. The situation room is waiting for you, and the general will tell you wat to do.
You must end the stalemate and crush the head of the snake that is lurking around the gate. Open the gate and pour out the sour wine and nature will thrust them to their knees, and the mission will abruptly complete.
Open the canal and let the static water flow.
I never understood love...
Always was I the one who adorned his life with dreams.
Music was my compass through the fog towards all that I was to become.
Often, love seemed a superfluous entity,
I found myself wrapped in a cocoon of crystal,
A prisoner of solitude,
No one seemed to unravel the enigma of my soul.
But here you are now, emerging as if from the void,
And a bow's arching binds us,
Covenant is the word -- once inconsequential
Until you awaken and resonate with its hidden influence.
From afar, perhaps the world will not understand our symphony,
And perhaps it will never understand.
For even our own minds do not comprehend how all this came to be,
It was something beyond rational thought,
It was a feeling.
It was not a visual attraction, but a pure curiosity of our souls.
People may not understand;
Perhaps they will never see or feel that sentiment when looking deeply into your eyes.
This mist, for others, would have seemed an endless abyss.
Your black pearls.
In your eyes, I recognize myself.
In your eyes, I see us.
In your eyes, I see an infinity of tomorrows.
I never understood love.
Not until you arrived in my galaxy.
Collegiates and learned mercenaries
Await their time to lead the willing minions
As lemmings, suicide seems ordinary
Both deaf and blind, devoid of all opinions
Ageless as time itself, she waits
An elixir of evolution
Needing no cure, no answers
No humankind solution
What stops us moving forward
What keeps us all enchained
What keeps the starving hungry
What drives a world insane
A galaxy here, a universe there
Speckled by constellations
But man it seems is content to fight
For the sake of his small nation
Black as an empty starless night
Deep as the hungry ocean
Timeless as death, on its endless flight
In a time of perpetual motion
What stops us moving forward
What keeps us all enchained
What keeps the starving hungry
What drives a world insane
When will it end, God only knows
As greed alone inspires us
Old Earth, its very soul exposed
To MAN...IT'S LIVING VIRUS!!!
(English and Klingon versions)
As cold as it gets on Planet Zero
Light years away from home alone
Crystal clear diamond mountains glow
Over jagged black landscapes of granite
A green sun emanates illusions of blue
No warmth in winter or light to speak of
Grows dimmer on the backdrop of space
Spacial planes seem more remote than usual
So far away from Earth on the distant eye
Frozen corners of the sky aim correctly
Though inhabitants are hard to find
To appreciate the beauty of nature
And what life hides behind the stars
Just out of grasp is Christmas
In a foreign part of space called Earth
It turns in every corner of the universe
As children listen on a distant path
The past, where time stands still on snow
Just to find Jesus at peace in a galaxy
Far away from home and gone to sleep
(Klingon versions)
Christmas DeSDu' mach chuq
Hoch bIr law' Suq 'oH yuQ pagh
tayqeqmey'e' lutu'lu'be' away from juH nIteb
qut HuvchoH Separ HuD wew
rIn qIj landscapes granite jagged
SuD illusions emanates SuD jul
qaStaHvIS winter wov jatlh pagh warmth pagh
HoSchoH dimmer poHmey backdrop
spacial planes law' vI'Iprup Hop puS motlh
Suvmo' away from tera' mIn chuq
Qeq taD 'er'In chal correctly
pagh ngan let Samta'meH
moch appreciate
'ej De''e' Hov So' nuq
neH jIjatlh 'uch christmas
tera' pong neH nov 'ay' poHmey
qaStaHvIS 'u' Hoch 'er'In tlhe' 'oH
Hoch path chuq 'Ij puq
qa' jIH, nuqDaq Qam poH reH peD
yeSuS Samta'meH DeSDu' roj neH qIb neH
Hop Ha' vo' juH 'ej yIjaH Qong
Dear Kathy Griffin,
I love you I do
But you're the only one
That did this to you
You can hem and you can haw
Place blame on them all
But your foot in your mouth
Is the cause of your fall
That flaming red hair
Along with the face of blue
And those crocodile tears
That you keep letting loose
Are turning us off
More than you ever thought
You might want to try and sell
This farm you have bought
You say womanhood is your victim
Of that I have doubts
And do you really kiss your mother
With that filthy mouth
A word of advice
To the not so glamorous wise
And that ain't no lie
Quit blaming the old white guy
One day this may blow over
And you'll count your lucky stars
But not before this galaxy
Does its best to forget who you are
Sincerely, Mike
P.S. I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself...
Around their solar father, planets circle in space
Each traveling the celestial realm at its own pace
But there is one he seems to dote on most of all
She's a lovely ballerina, dancing at the Galaxy Ball
A tulle skirt she wears in the guise of glittering rings
Moving in the black velvet sky as if she has wings
An endless performance choreographed by the stars
to music played by its moons, heard far away as Mars
Saturn shines like a beacon in the vast Milky Way
like a beautiful prima ballerina twirling in a ballet
Regal is the celestial sphere in her graceful pirouette
Bowing after a presentation no one could ever forget
His Majesty, is delighted and with a warm applause
He nods to his favorite child... in her he sees no flaws
He would place a crown upon her, made of ice and rock
and gift her marvelous gowns to adorn her as a frock
He cannot get near enough to embrace her in his arms
Enamored by Saturn, Ra is quite smitten by her charms
With human eyes, she appears buttery yellow and pale
Perhaps her constant dancing leaves her tired and frail
I would honor her with a poem, an ode in which each line
tells of her grandeur or write a song that would be divine
Far away, she may be but still mesmerizing to my eyes
Saturn, a distant amber gem, dancing amid starry skies
Spinning, wheeling, turning,
a streak of light across the universe.
My soul, my spirit, all that I am,
gone in a brief flash
here in this place, this earth,
but everlasting in the cosmos.
Searching, reaching, touching,
my soul, my spirit,
all that I am, winds itself,
binds itself around your soul,
your spirit, all that you are,
a steady beacon, an endless column of light.
I am a sparkling ice crystal
reflecting the beauty of your comet self,
the tinkling sound of glass
shattering in the cold,
a lower note, not lesser,
harmony to your rich symphony.
From galaxy to galaxy we whirl and turn
leaving in our wake a melody of light,
of love immortal to those who scan the skies;
eternal in its perpetual newness,
yet all too brief for us,
forever is not enough time to love you.
He speaks an uncomplex language,
a simpler time and all the more better
for he to not contemplate the ways of the Sun -
revolving around in his mind,
burning synapsis, conjoining
an onyx ringed Saturn unmasked
(they say the devil, Medusa dwells there),
now view the Sun ray-banned,
traversing his time
around the skirts of it all,
they say earthquakes follow -
that one split his world in half,
the ancient adage this too shall pass -
ignored for all time,
inverting into that black void
unlike the minute Venus,
now birthing Andromeda, more mysterious,
her barred galaxy calls forth the warriors
like a siren’s bewitching hum,
on arrival, the immensities become
ominously shadowed, waiting and silent -
for the courageous Perseus, unexplored -
like a hall of mirrors he now walks fearlessly forth,
he walks the crystalline corridors of time
pursuing the reflecting Meiosis’ mind
one could get lost
in the eyes of a gorgon storm
the heart turned to stone
somewhere he hears the litotes
I shan’t be sorry for I shall be glad
that wasn’t half bad
then, like an ex-wife,
the Nemesis calls
Candide Diderot. ‘24
two suns.
Medusa's path.