The rings of Saturn are empty.
They smell burning.
Moons which circle planets which are otherworldly.
We forget about them, sometimes.
Venus is catching on fire.
Mercury is always being silly.
Neptune is worried.
Moons laughing about being moons.
The rings of Saturn are tilted weirdly.
No one says anything.
I bet it smells like coffee.
Somewhere in space.
Somewhere in space.
Comets live.
Planets have names.
We think it’s up to us.
Pluto.
Seems lonely but,
Has five moons.
When we think he’s too small to have any.
Looking out my back door as the day slowly dies
the sun bleeding colours across the endless skies
of all the hopes I ever had
I never knew would come through
I was hoping for something would show me what to do
watching from my window the night was on the rise
the moon spreading silver above the cloudy skies
of all the dreams I ever had
I never thought would come true
I was dreaming of someone would tell me what to do
hold on to your dreams
(the planets and stars)
and you can fly to the Moon, Venus, Jupiter and Mars
followed my heart wandered into the night
with a case full of hopes wishes and desires
down the path less traveled 'twas a starry sight
and there at the beach I understood
I could be whatever I wanted to be
if I held on to my dreams
and remained true to me
As their twinkle
(starshine)
takes time travel from the past
and light years
(90 billion)
to arrive across a void so vast
altho' we've been to the Moon
(and back)
Venus Jupiter and Mars
how can our future lie
not here and now on Earth
but in the planets and the stars?
She appeared beside me
before I could climb on
the shiny palomino—
barefoot, bright-eyed,
with a plan already forming
behind her charming grin,
so naturally I let her
canter first and then I’d take the reins.
She rode it with unstudied grace
and I was mesmerized.
We talked of stars and silver ships,
of other worlds and Laika—
the brave little dog
who never came home—
but must have found a garden—
on another planet—
with open fields and softer skies.
She rocked on, lost in orbit—
hair lifting with each gallop,
the world beyond the saddle
fading into breeze and stardust
as time trotted on unnoticed.
And when the rocking slowed to stillness,
she hopped down easy as a sigh,
thanked me with a quick bright smile,
and gaily skipped away—
off to find new wonders waiting
hid in the shimmer of the day.
I stood there, nickel spent,
half-laughing at my luck—
had I just been bamboozled
by a spacefaring femme fatale?
Perhaps.
But I’d talked with a girl
who knew the stars by name,
and I decided
that was worth the ride.
i hate the saying
i met you at the wrong time
or
we met at a strange time
because
when isn't a strange time?
we're on a planet
perfectly aligned for us
so i think every second
on this planet
is a strange time
Dip 'em in caramelized honey or gummies
Without it, they taste kinda funny and runny
A Carnivale only for bobblehead gods
A barrel of laughs for the rest of us clods
That are blubbering bobbling bobbers bobbing
For corn-on-the-cob
When iridescent light collided with dark matter you were conceived. (Again)
In places of decadence beyond my perception, we interweave.(Event)
Saturated with strands of fiber from the great traits handed on
from the souls that speak without words aloud, but are glean, nundating and heard.
The transition we vaguely recall in our dreams as bairn sprits.
That reminds that we are small, that we travel forever in time.
Heading towards wisdom gained and amassed in collection, ( destination)
we stay a course towards becoming more than we can dream.
As we try to recall each time it occurred, it fades away like seasons.
Yet, I feel the grains filling the trug of my heart and mind.
Once the star is born, fusion becomes life, becomes red, becomes white, then becomes darkness.
The circle continues and begins again with a conscience remembering of all that is gained, all that is lost, and all that we'll become. (Sparks)
Attraction of Far Planets
Watching the sky, and thinking in the blue space
No boards of the thoughts, mind, and visions
How big is the Existence, and where is it next?
… mean the next living planet like Earth,
where we can live, develop, and grow like trees
Like the jungle, like every living creature in the Earth
but the distance, millions of light years, it's a long time
Distance and time, so far, far-time, distance-time,
and human life is limited, in the universe only flesh
nothing else, not even that, just a fraction of the moment,
but the Universe is calling, must go there, why?
Maybe we are important to someone, He loves us
He is pushing us
He is calling us
Gives new life
Opportunities
Our creator the
Supreme Deity
Supreme Being
Supreme God
We are just wanderers
In his forever plan
The spacewalkers
In His Universe
In the space of the sky
Never have I ever felt something
That I could not live with out
From the very first time I glanced at you
I never had a doubt
Its not just a craving
Its something deep inside
When my world crashed into yours
We were always meant to collide
What began as a Super Nova
Turned into this Black Hole
With no chance of ever escaping
Something we could not control
No light can escape
Spinning millions of miles an hour
Shredding my world to pieces
Every part of me devoured
Both our worlds becoming one
Infusing us both together
Gravity was the reason
We are now bonded forever
You see, you are my world
My life was always destined for
A sun burning in Eternal darkness
The center of my Universe
You are my Inner Core
Your eyes shine like the Sun
My chance with you, small like Mercury
My heart, near you, burns like Venus
The tears of my weeping come from Earth
When I see you, I turn red like Mars
My desire to have you, the size of Jupiter
On your fingers, I would fit the rings of Saturn
But without having you, my heart is cold like Uranus
And I keep living, lost in your blue eyes, like Neptune
You are as beautiful as a nebula
When I look at you, I’m taken to another galaxy
While I get hypnotized by the light of the stars
I imagine us dancing, orbiting moons
A sadness consumes me, like a black hole
I feel empty, alone in space
For without having you, I am a lifeless planet
But my love for you prevails, beautiful like the universe
We are children of the planets,
We are children made of stars.
We once believed in a magic old man
Riding in an airborne sled.
With a bounty of unconditional love
For every child, a bounty for any child.
We must remain those children,
Believing this love is universal,
Believing it is truly unconditional,
Love that glides on sleigh runners
Over ethereal vistas of clouds.
Immortal love, so much greater than
The sum of its parts.
To put an end to the Gaza genocide,
To put an end to future holocausts,
This is the only hope for our species.
We are children of the planets,
We are children made of stars.
The sun shines brightly every day
On each colourful autumn morning
Who are we to dispute this simple equation
For what we observe in our daily life
In this cosmic myriad of unfathomable numbers
Of extraterrestrial activity
Like creatures from other planets
Foreign to us in our unique imagination
Or are they less advanced than us
That we perhaps mistakenly observed
That every creature in the known universe
Has their own unique characteristics
So totally different to ours
Jumping over the jagged rocks of Jupiter's sixty-seventh moon
My soles are bleeding, but my soul continues chasing the memory
Maneuvering between boulder and ice
Irritating eyes to turn frost-bitten
Bitter wind whirling across my cheeks calling attention to the sky
Surrendering a quasar to quiet my noise and drown out darkness
Distant behemoths to haunt and torment
Terrestrial echoes of another life
Legs pumping violence since leaping across the volcanoes of Venus
Visions stream and seep into my subconscious, scratching the surface
Stars blind but ignite a fuse
Fueling the search for my story
Stored somewhere in the brainstem to throw my body off balance
Breathing hitches and heart rate halts, the race interrupted
Ions charging at one another
As the Greeks attacked Troy
Totally silenced for a mere moment in that grey galaxy sleeping
Soundly in the cold recesses as realization rocket-launches past neurons
Neon panic propels me to Neptune
Numbing nerves to prepare for judgment
Comrades,Do you know the significance of nine?
Nine is a divine number, says Hindu mythology
The lord Jesus Christ died on a cross
His death time is called ninth hour
You wonder ,there are nine choruses of angels The sun is encircled by the nine planets. Precious gemstone are nine in number We believe that they exhibit healing powers. There are nine kinds of grains. And they are benefits to the human body. Do you know how many poisonous substance? Hindu mythology says there are nine The number nine possesses confidence and influential South African president Nelson Mandela born in this number. Above all ,nine is a magic number. The sum of the digits of the number to nine. is always equal to the sum of the digit of the result
Jupiter and Venus meld like two canaries
Kissing in late February
In a black gap
Between mountainous sparkling beach hotels
As if
The planets have privacy in their own city alley
Sand in Miami
Warm as peach pie beneath our bare feet
A beach just for us
Bob and Kerri
What cosmic gale
Blew these names to our lunar sails?
The froth from ocean waves
Breaks
Like ghostly surfers of dull light
Riding the brink of non-existence
Swoosh and retreat
At the broken ankles of us
Silhouettes
Hobbling past prints in the mud
Sunny Isle Pier flinging her jeweled harpoon
To the starfish abyss
While we are gone
Our boys drive from Lansing to Denver
Forever-
More
They call from the highway and say they’ve discovered
Dark Side of the Moon
On the Plains in a blizzard of pebbles and stones
Try it, I say, while you watch The Wizard of Oz
Then you’ll understand the coming and going
Of our Universe
And all its tricks of sound and vision
Kerri
Pulls my face to her lips
Whispers, Kiss me
While we have this chance by the sea
Tomorrow
The two of us return home
To the zodiac space of our empty house.
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