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When I gaze far off into the night sky
The chaos is not pleasing to the eye.
Seems there was never an overall plan
When the beginning of time began.
I don’t mean to sound so high and mighty
But the stuff up there’s not very tidy.
Yes, there are luminous constellations
But it needs cosmic configuration.
When figuring out just how to plan it
I started on the jumbled up planets.
It’s not a stretch to say they need sorting
And here are a few things I’m purporting.
First I thought they should be alphabetized
Or at least ordered according to size.
They could be arrayed by number of moons
But I think that’s getting too picayune.
Sure, there is a listing of other things
Like arranging them by their colored rings.
Or by what lie’s hidden beneath the dust
That entirely coats their outer crust.
I settled and placed them by dimension
As said plan will cause the least contention.
Starting with the sun, since that big old orb,
Can’t help but lead; being so self absorbed.
Petite planet Pluto, this time is first
Mercury’s next, then trodden Mars comes third.
After that Venus, followed by our Earth
Which were in that order, now they’re by girth.
Let’s jump up to Neptune, then Uranus
Which happens to rhyme with Ignoramus.
Yes fancy Saturn, you go next in line
Jupiter’s last, since so easy to find.
Let’s continue this celestial tale
By systematizing the scene, broad scale.
We’ll journey further than Venus and Mars
To coordinate the world of stars.
We can array each pulsar by brightness
Which doesn’t interest me the slightest.
Or chart them based on their distances from us
Though why on Earth quibble with all that fuss?
Instead we’ll do what the globe mappers did
And arrange every star on a grid,
We’ll plot a rough draft on large graph paper
Like olden times, by light of a taper.
Now, you can choose a square and stick by it.
Worry free of the old cosmic riot.
Where each and every star is viewed best
Whether gazing to north, south, east or west.
The sky is looking much better by now
And all the skeptics will have to avow.
That once you know how to rework matter
Like here on earth, it’s the size that matters.
REWORKED 27 OCT 2017
I'm sorry I'm reposting this, I had to rework it for better meaning continuity and flow of speech.
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Time pulls life by its hand
and she's gliding along,
to see, to sense to enjoy,
proliferates with pride,
but..... it's waning too,
breadth after breadth spent.
Doesn't know, time doesn't tell her
it's being ebb away,
cheats on young life's careless richness,
don't t feel time an enemy.
Young minds don't know what's
thirty, forty,fifty years,
they go along, they have plenty to spend.
As life is waning, lessens, feels lighter,
and counts her breadths fewer.
Humbled then, pulls her hand,
but the grasp is tight, it's late.
Time, is dragging her now,
time and life are one, it's nature's destiny.
The mountains and the seas,
the sun and the stars sent time away,
life didn't learn it, nor curing wane.
Nature faulted on life,
created her bittersweet.
Thieves, time and demising death,
you're stealing our things,
our inner worlds,
switching existence to nothing.
We are life, only life,
that's all we're, life, nothing else.
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PREVIOUS VERSION
Time pulls life by its hand and she's gliding along,
to see, to sense to enjoy,
doesn't tell her, her being ebb away, breadth after breadth.
Young life has time to spend, young mind don't know
what's twenty, thirty, fifty years, doesn't feel time an enemy.
It's proliferating, while it's waning, breadth after breadth spent,
lessens, feels lighter, and counts her breadths fewer.
Humbled then, pulls her hand, but the grasp is tight, too late.
Time, is dragging her now, time and life are one,
it's nature's destiny.
We are life, only life, that's all we're, life,
nothing else.
The mountains and the seas, the sun and the stars sent time away,
but life didn't learn how,
or how to cure waning.
Nature faulted on life, created her bittersweet.
Thieves time and demise,
you're stealing our things, our inner worlds,
switching existence to nothing.
sitting across from me
you are a hanged man
sacrificing one of his eyes
for a chance at a sacred alphabet
at a chance to gamble to decipher
the blueprint of this life
When will you cheat death
and redefine your life
fortunetellers know
when will you meet with your destiny
and perhaps redevelope ytour fate
something fortunetellers know
sitting across from me
dangling on your lifeline
suicidal ghetto jesus
geniusus never had a turn
to turn the teacup
and dizzy up the girl
something the fortune tellers know
roll the dice see it another way
stigmatised and bleeding
the lines blur and decieve you
cant send the rescue
when the newscrew wont do anything
to get caught up in the truth of whose in the midst of the thirteen dead end drive
re work the living will
something the fortune tellers know
I put myself here in this position
i second guessed this ultimatum
i dumbfounded this situation
never wonder why i called it in and noticed when nothing happened
something fortunetellers know
redlights and blue lights
sirens and deadlight
no rescue coming
sickened by it all
left the tips
for the nearly murdered
called the news crew
the deal never called off
the tower fell
the deal with the devil
the day came
help never came
something about dangling on a string
fortune tellers know
nothing about knowing nothing
where to hide
how to pretend
how to lie
how to slide away
where to cry
where no one will see
what disguise for the alibi
the famous never deny the truth
its way out of hand
the fortuneteller knows
how many have reached out
and just need some grounded advice
who knows the reality of their life
cheating death
to escape desperate graves
getting away from yesterday
caught up in today
just to find ou tomorrow never came
too late for their destiny
and you dont have to accept this fate
dangling from this string
rework this alphabet
and bleed into me
reaching out for nothing
blood on our hands
society blackmailed
no big deal
fortunetellers nose bleed
There is no reason to surrender, no reason at all
No reason to cry or regret after a rough fall
Life may tough as rock and a straight upward wall
Look at what you got, diamond is toughest of all
Sometimes the thing we are trying change or leave
The thing before our eyes we cannot see, for better
Seems the light from fat away than that on the sleeve
Sometimes it is so precious gold you wear as fetter
And what of that dream you left behind, what of that trash
You thought would only waste your mind, worthless
To your craving mind that saw all things as immediate cash
Fault not the dream, but how little work we did invest.
Fault not the journey that to a dead end seemingly led
The direction taken points to how well you prepared
Trash can become new gold or building blocks instead
For a palace, stairway, or vehicle where the vision dared
Do not surrender, do not give up, dare still to try
With one more blow the wall comes down, every leap
The muscle strengthened, preparing you to leap the sky
Dreams are work plans: without a tree no fruit we reap
Stick to it, roll up the sleeves, set stages of goals, commit
What we earn is the value of self, dividend from esteem
You are not alone, there is always that strong unseen spirit
He whose purpose is hidden in a rough diamond of dream
Why should you surrender, others lesser did it all before
And when you are quit and gone another will come still
And find your failure withered beside an opening door
And we will shake our head and scoff at such a fragile will
Do not quit, surrender is a loser's option only for the dead
Rework the plan, steel the heart, and go for that distant goal
Each step brings it nearer, determination with vision wed
Shall guarantee victory, guarantee honor, for you the bell will toll.
Diamonds may look like common stone, and rainbow broken light
Those who commit will often tire and feel they walk alone
But if we do not surrender, winners who take the eagle's flight
Will find a world to praise us, and rights to rest upon a throne.
I took advantage to contemplate the equation of I+U
And I thought I +U = US which always =’s just 2
At least that’s what I thought to be true
Now, I know for fact that I = just 1 so what =’s U?
Because somehow I must have missed a step and my equation was no longer
true
Because an unforeseen factor called “HER” was added onto the U
Which changed the product of I+U from US into we
And I+U is not supposed to = 3 which is WE
So how did I+U become 3
And basic number theory tells me this is an impossibility
Unless I was 1 and U+ HER =2 which means I+U + HER=3
But the original I+U equation was only supposed to = 2 and true love I believed
But the U + HER sub-equation was hidden in parentheses
And perhaps I was just blind maybe
Cause I know for fact that I+(U + HER) isn’t in the equation of US or true Love
But you changed the equation by subtracting the I and US
And added U to HER and called the result of that equation lust
And had the nerve to try to convince me that it was still the equation for US
But I don’t remember seeing U+HER in an equation that =ed just 2
Cause I know for fact that HER would never had been in the equation for US
As long as I+U was supposed to = love that was true
But since your arithmetic seems to be off, I’ll fix this for you
Cause I think I have a better solution for I+HER+U
I’ll rework the problem and get a result of just US which = 2
First, I subtract the I from both sides of the equation and that leaves
U + HER which I will call U2
Next, I’ll take my I which = 1 and replace the U with the unknown X to find the truth
And rewrite my equation as I+X=US
Where X=”the One” and I = 1 too
So the product of I + X=US was made by subtracting the HER and U
And maybe one day I’ll replace the X with another U
A U that knows that there is never a HER in the equation for I+U
If the equation of I+U=US and love is = to just 2
Form:
To watch the dark, and twinkling skies,
Brings joy and love, to my curious eyes.
To think of where we are today,
It sends my interested mind away.
To a place where thoughts and dreams come true,
To a place where all the planets are blue,
And green and round and full of beings,
An alien planet, that’s full of meanings.
You ask yourself questions, when so engrossed,
On what it is like, on the sea coast,
Of an alien planet, so far away,
To make you want, to run away
To catch a flight, to the nearest rocket,
Sail up to the stars, to go into orbit.
To glide by all of the shining diamonds,
To ponder and watch, at endless horizons
How much I would love, to visit the stars,
The velvet of night, the orange of Mars.
The blue of Neptune, the rays of sun,
The awe of earth, held by a gun.
The gun being held, by mankind themselves,
With pollution, mass production, and everything else.
A world gone to waste, our spot in the space,
A fact that no one, can seem to face.
I look up at the stars, whenever I see,
Through the polluted clouds, and satellite debris,
I see some worlds, untouched by mankind,
And think to myself, I hope we don’t find,
I hope we don’t find, a world to destroy,
We’ve already destroyed one, a child with a toy.
We can save the planet, we aren’t done yet,
We need to work, forget about debt.
We need to get rid, of toxic material,
It’s like man kind, is something bacterial,
A virus to the world, so beautiful and pure,
We don’t deserve it, and that is for sure.
To work together, is the only way,
To save the earth, from a gloomy fate,
Reduce the plastic, cycle to work,
Stop the cars roaming, we need to rework,
To come together, man woman and child,
To save the earth, before we’re exiled,
And end up doing what I first said,
And move to worlds, to break their bread
Yesterday I had a short circuit
So, I just had to go sit back
And just rework it
Been writing for more
Than a week a half
Boy this download did come real fast
Yeah with the music
Man it was blast
I then had a quick reload
And hear
Clear beyond sound of one's ear
Is what here in deed did come
Laying back and leading my mind…on om
Now I will explain it to you some
Here to you this new encode
The next day the sun did rise
Coming to no surprise
Thinking a day to rest my mind
Truly would be the best and the wise
Laying head upon northern star
Opening mind thoughts whatever thou art
Electric spark spoke these words that are
I speak in a tongue
Even to thee you young
It’s about the Universal One
So, Lets take a journey
See vibrations in light and sound
Even when it appears
Absolutely none
Around
The explanation of the FORCE
So, listen up and you can learn from me
Frequency of Orientation in Rays of Circuit-light Energies
Now about that
The Jedi Situation
Well hear Ye thee interpolation
Yoda…Ye the one Alpha
Qui-Gon Jinn…Quickly understand I Great Officer Known Namaste General
Mace Windu…Makes wind do
Obi-Wan…All be I THE ONE
Anikan…Any one can
Padme…Place made in thee
Darth Maul…Dark Master of all the Underlords
Darth Vader…Darker Vampire demon rising
Count Doku…Conniving, obsessed, underling too does kill ye, you
Supreme Leader Snoke…Sinister Underlord, prince Ruthless Evil Maser eternal leader Sin I Satan cross hater
Wow what an ego man
That name does runs all across this great vast land
So, that’s the 411 on this here download
And now that you know the tongue of the code
Go have fun with it and don’t crash the mode
Muse, you didn’t offer excuses to hold my hand
To walk and talk to the flagging courage
Weeping and seeping into the stamina gland
Where years of interaction on the educational stage
Yielded fields of unexpected benefits
I accrued from the investment you made in my person
Learning, teaching, editing the list of tweets
I dared and cared to ensnare in every lesson
My broken bones and swollen muscles
Endeavoured to flavor as you and I did communicate
On the chalk board in ninety minute corpuscles
Riding in our blood dared to dictate, not to desecrate
The warmth you exuded as you took over my teaching role
Spinning my brain, pinning down my despair, leaning your shoulder
To spell for me the scale I embraced to give up the droll
Approach and technique you taught me could move the boulder
That limited the view you held as to ways I could improve
My teaching craft if only I could rework my draft
Over and over again to delete passages that couldn’t move
My performance forward if a blessed benefits raft
Should finally open my eyes to the greatness your love
Appreciation, support and faith could blend and lend to the path
That led to the pinnacle your suave personality raised above
The mediocrity I walked worshipping the poetry path Sylvia Plath
Opened for my sojourn in search of the companionship
I didn’t know would metamorphose my struggles into accomplishments
Fed and led to a ship that grew into the friendship
For which I hankered to fly into achievements
You made possible
Cos you made me believe against belief
Sterling performances I once thought impossible
You would catalyze to grant limpid life to my academic relief.
"Pluto’s Dark Abode"
they say you can feel her
walking through you
it only happens when
the frost and mist is about
where hidden wild things
watch but make
themselves heard
in the half light
they sum you up
they are found
in darkness
they say if you stop
to listen to the brook
speaking its beseeching
babble, you can hear
your name, as if
summoning you, so
you make your way
and kneel at the edge,
as if in solemn worship
what you see
in the glimmering
reflection, is not you,
you suspected this
all along, that what
calls you forward
into lost glades
such as this, are strange
haunted creatures
phantoms from
your abyss
seeking unwelcome
conference
and exchange
of currents
electric
not completely
foreign, this one
she smiles
in darkness
eyes like magnets
she pulls you in
they say you can feel her
walking through you
it only happens when
the mist is about
and wild things
watch but make
themselves heard
in the half light
you are found
in darkness
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“A Hidden Glade” / Mindgarden Rework / Jarp Music
https://youtu.be/oKhUS4TnWG8
“High on a stag the Goddess held her seat,
And there were little hounds about her feet;
Below her feet there was a sickle moon,
Waxing it seemed, but would be waning soon.
Her statue bore a mantle of bright green,
Her hand a bow with arrows cased and keen;
Her eyes were lowered, gazing as she rode
Down to where Pluto has his dark abode.”
(Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales)
Could our verity be any unique?
Whenever the twenty-first century is antique,
Links are the best way to deal with everything
When even the pencils will betide self-replicating,
The whole would be vastly improved
And, the fortune of the rich would be approved
Would remove those in requisite thoroughly
There will be no grimness when there is no infirmity.
Autos would be entirely electrical
Fuel and diesel would behoove skeptical,
News and journals will be made ready on digital
People react to move visions by a flash signal.
Parcels won't be uttered for a long time
Besides, astonishingly swiftly and in prime
On voice order, pencils and pens would work
Baring, scribble down all that we would rework.
Everybody will include a robot in their house
That will perform anything, including catching a mouse
It will cook meals and neaten the home, with no screams
Additionally, conceive all your expectations and dreams.
The earth will deem even as sole leader
A man with odd propensity and backbone neater
We might glean the option to dwell out in the cosmos
And we'd stray out on rockets to shop for blue camos.
How slightly does the world treat spot our sacred history?
Purvey future posterity with a canvas to our glittery
Sober-mindedness is the best way to crumble in terror
Indeed, pens will be automatized to abject horror.
Written: February 06, 2022
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