For those who want to travel throughout the sparkling magic of space,
to see meteors crashing on planets,
Icy comets passing by and dead moons revolving…
Just where do you think you are now?
Whirling, and howling.
Just spins and spatters.
So chase planets in your head.
Tingles like anti-thoughts.
Eyebrow raising, gentle gasping, and nodding like brush strokes.
Or even weird pieces of paper thrashing from the words.
I have a note.
Tells her I can’t do any talking.
I chewed my hair like it was death or gum.
Chase planets in orbit.
Or write something with your hands.
What if the sky is a set of mirrors
That reflects the passing of time
As time goes by, the answer appears
Why the outer life we can’t find
Seeing through time isn’t a metaphor
But a mind and a heart plugged in
Unaware of what is this net for
We are living our lives within
So a search for the creatures like us
Maybe reflects what we were
Before we became the stardust
Sending our light to nowhere
They found Love on the Outer Banks
They weren't looking, but it found a way
Dancing together out in the midst of the waves
Holding on tight like it's their final day
Two hearts beating, with the strength of a hurricane
for about a week
I’d like to float into outer space
wearing my pink pajamas
the ones without frill or lace
I would float in my rowboat
full of root beer and Milky Way bars
enjoying the pretty cosmos
tantalizing the stars
I AM miles away in outer space sending a message to the human race
Your wildlife is dying in fields of fire
And your ice cap is melting as the temperature gets higher
You have so much plastic that fills your sea's
And your world is being infected by a new disease
You have a problem without a doubt
And you need to act now to sort it out
You have a hole in your ozone that is getting bigger
But your leaders denied this they laugh and s
So I am sending you this message from outer space
You need to save your planet and the human race.
Your intergalactic watcher
A. LIAN...
Inner Tides and Outer Moons
Just like Earth and her moon
Our own body-mind fluxes
With and within the cycle of tides.
Up-down, strong-weak, high-low
We swell and contract in a rhythm
That effects if not controls us all.
Maybe it’s even what makes us care
About others and what others think of us
Since without the flux
We’d be more consistent
And so more confident, less needy
And thus more independent.
But at a certain point,
Maybe what we call mid-life
We should have learned that no matter
The flux is ours and not up to others
To verify, confirm or even acknowledge
Who we are, our successes and failures.
A body-mind in flux
After all is a mystery
In the process of becoming
But after at least fifty years of becoming
We should have become familiar enough
To know what is and what’s ahead.
At least to know
That there will always be
Change and more change,
And that the key to a mature
If not always happy body-mind
Is a measure of self reliance.
(3/23/25)
Found my space to roller skate
Like I did when I was eight ...
Round, round and round the rink
Flashing lights of blue and pink
High above such trivial things
Skating the track of Saturn's rings,
Go, go, they can't catch me now
Once you learn, you never forget how
The music flows from far, far away
Down on Earth where records play,
The stars, they pulsate to the beat
And correspond down to my feet
Bubblegum pop and all the feels
Purple shoelaces and rubber wheels,
Rock my world, let me go back
To neon lights and skies of black
Feelin' like that long lost kid ...
Feelin' things no grownup did ...
Right foot, left foot, I got the pattern
Skating upon the rings of Saturn.
Crowns our world with clouds, green plants and waters.
Sun, moon, stars, rains and rainbows ~ its daughters
Their beams from far in one dead outer space.
Atmospheres pack airs into its vast vase.
Sparks up lights to send armies of thunders,
To shake warriors with earthly blunders,
Hills whispers to snow to fall on their laps,
Leaves dance while each cloudburst fills up their wraps.
Sun shines as gold giving lives to shadows,
that are models for the smiles ~ each night chose.
With their hearts beaming as twinkling blazes ~
which bring sleeps, dreams and nightmares in phases.
Every year, seasons pretend to be grooms,
To marry cold or heat in fine costumes ~
mariages that last just a short while,
But they still return in a bigger style.
man is a display of man
man is a outer display
space is a outer display of man
space is a outer display of the universe
the universe is a display of the universe
the universe is a display of man
man is mankind display
man of space,man of display,man of mankind
outer space,outer mankind,outer focus
mankind focus on mankind
a focus space is a focus man
a focus space is a focus universe
mankind focus on outer space
time focus on time
time focus on outer time
time focus on outer space
outer time focus on outer time
time display time
time display space
time display the universe
time display man
What if we have came as far as we can
So now we are trying to integrate
End of night leaving our eyes on a pad
Could you teach A.I. to be bad
Would it know the difference
See we worry about technology
but the weakest link
Is humanity
What dreams would A.I. dream
A byte to eat at edge of a digital stream
Counting down from infinity just to get to sleep
Counting every shoop
Weight that does knot compute
Err
Did you ever see a cow with a green eyebrow
Wow! Hope you sought some help
Did you ever see a llama, wearing pink pyjamas
Something more serious has developed
Did you ever see a fly with a polka dot tie
You're really need to visit a shrink
How about a turtle wearing a form fitting girdle
That would certainly make you blink
Did you ever see a bee with a sunburned knee
Should have used more suntan lotion
How about a bear with pink and green underwear
Surely that would cause a commotion
Did you ever see a spider drinking apple cider
How about a bear combing his hair
What about a kitten wearing woollen mittens
How about a horse asleep on a chair
You may think I've been smoking some funny stuff
But believe me that isn't the case
Actually I see many things that others don't see
Think I might be from outer space
She sits on the outer looking in
As the party is in full swing
Another family gathering
With all the happiness and laughter it brings
Her family….children and grandchildren
Her reason since their birth
Nurturing, worrying and loving them
Her purpose on this earth
She reflects back on their younger years
The days of prams, parks and play
Of afternoon naps and cuddles
Forever sharing their days
Always being needed
The apple of their eyes
Knowing their lives entirely
There to comfort their cries
Adults and teenagers now
The years have brought changes
No longer knowing them as she did
Absent are the daily exchanges
Without question their love for her has not altered
Yet the circle of life forever turns
She sits on the outer looking in
A stifled tear falls as her heart yearns
Some days,
I have to get into my spacesuit,
and follow an umbilical connection
to your mind.
Your heart has always been
a capsule
large enough for our love,
but somedays,
I just float around in the space between us,
- signaling in the void.
Your hypnotic eyes
and childlike exuberance
sends a bliss spasm through my veins.
My void centric stance
melds my spirit with God’s light,
aglow in cave of your heart.
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