Hello, brothar, sistar!
I see how brightly you shine...
You hang high and illuminate amidst darkness, time after time
The veils of animosity and the curtains of vitriol may come to conceal your light,
But shine you must and will; your luminescence will carry the fight
So, brothar, sistar...
When darkness is abound,
Go up and shine and don't come down
Remember who and whose you are__
Shine and spin like a pulsar
Starlight
Gleams bright
Deep space
Dark place
Black hole
Eats whole
Dwarf star
So far
Cosmos
Not close
Night skies
Moonrise
Stellar
Dweller
Spaceship
Long trip
Hot sun
Fire spun
Blue moon
Mates swoon
Sand dunes
On moons
Pulsar
Quick star
Eclipse
Sun slips
Red mars
Fight spars
Gas rings
Weird things
Pluto
No show
IO
Moon glow
Dead star
Burned char
Aries
Pisces
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
Pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse
Echooooo, echoooooo, echo
Echo, echo, echo
Shimmer, shimmer, shimmer
Shimmer, shimmer
Pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse.
Tic toc, tic too, tic too, tic too, tic too.
Throb, throb, swoosh, and glimmer
Humming drones craft sparkly saucers.
Blip, blip, blip, beeps, beeps, beeps, beeps
Resonate and oscillate. Vibrate and pulsate.
Undulating Nebula. Reverberating pulsar.
Wailing Quasar. The throbbing void.
The Cosmos echoes. The Cosmos glimmer.
Shhhh. Shhhh. Shhhh. Shhhh. Shhhh.
Sizzling singularity whispers the secrets.
Of the wailing Heliosphere.
Flaring pulsar with whooshing voids.
The chiming zenith balances rumbling singularity.
Surge, shimmer, wail, whisper, flare, and rumble.
The moon beckons you with its beams.
My UFO shimmers as it drifts into the mystery.
Shimmer, shimmer, shimmer, and sparkle.
Reverberating and gazing at stars.
Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo.
Tic, too, tic, too, tic, too, tic, too.
Whoosh away. Whoosh away.
Whoosh, echo, and shimmer.
The echo rebounds.
The shimmer opens bright eyes.
Whoosh as we fly high.
Cosmic alien robot cowboys fly
Life is so hard that my horse is a star
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
We play our robotic songs to comply
Our chrome hearts branded with a neon star
Cosmic alien robot cowboys fly
Stars pulse to charge our glowing circuitry
We race the dark horses to realms afar
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
Our cowboy robots rise and amplify
Star songs beamed out from a spinning pulsar
Cosmic Alien robot cowboys fly
We ride dark horses onward to defy
These handsome cowboys born as superstars
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
Women ride free; they have no fear to die
They reach to hold their bodies from afar
Cosmic Alien robot cowboys fly
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
She inhales the aurora,
breath laced with frozen with light speed
Pulsar fingers stretch through cirrus gauze,
her bodice bending like solar flares.
Astronaut
A quasar shudders behind her lips,
erupting across the event horizon.
Space folds—
she unspools like a nebula unraveling,
luminous in the underworld
aphrodisiac of your vanilla fragrance
Only One Love
Only a love
Just yours
All my life (was)
Death gets on
Loved a soul
A lover cruel
Hard love her
So hard to love her
She, she, she
For me, me, me
Dance’s love
Platonic love of mind
Dance with me
Holographic this love
Life is just in the mind’s time
Vision of a will’s desire
Come a life into a pulsar star
Falling dead asteroid in the sky
Comes to your soul’s planet
Collision with your space…
Fire, just a passing fire in my life
Just passing in your atmospherical life
Fire, fire, down, down, end, end…
It turned into an explosion in the sky
Flash ash rain…, sun gone…
My life has turned to dead ashes…
Goodbye love of life
Bye-bye life and love
No life
Only a love
Take my soul and set it free
Am not asking for perpetuity or eternity
Even just one second would be enough
For I crave freedom , freedom & freedom
For I am painted to be an independent work of art
A masterpiece. A reason for apocalypse. Not a rising star but a pulsar , a nebula promising catastrophe
For just a moment let all that sink in
The world around you no more exists
Afterall in the end it's just
A perfect illusion
A love story of jeremiad
And then among cluster of stars , metaphorical moons (flowers)
Poetry , paper & ink
You will find solace , authenticity &
Eternal happiness.
Despertar
No amanhecer
do domingo,
Fran encontra
a serenata,
AME de Jales,
na mente a pulsar,
no descanso da paz,
o pouco se expande,
na luz do teu encantar.
Na reunião
dos amados,
a orquestra da vida,
no brilhar
da sabedoria,
o espelho a refletir,
e no grande instante,
a caminhada
Vá, Fran,
ao domingo
entoar,
a ação de
sabedoria
a compartilhar.
Nocturnal soulstice
Drown me slowly in
Fields of fractal curiousities,
Adrift in non reality caves
littered with magic pearl wisdoms
with envelop stars. Pulsar opals
lit by flame, hugging in square
circles 'round blue charged
cozy monastery marinas.
Ascetics assuming lotus blossom bliss
Incarnates huddled in full measure light,
gently colliding space in time.
Would you believe that which I believe?
Will I become who I believe?
Can I believe that which I believe?
If no reality, no belief.
If no belief, nothing is real.
If nothing is real, nothing exists.
If nothing exists, we are emptiness.
If we are empty, what are we?
Incorporeal representations of the classic tenent--
To be or not to be.
Oh childhood lullaby
Yee of bedtime sheep tailored
dream woven pillowcase
Ticking striking momentum behind
hidden crossed finger hand
Conical , decoherence pyramid shape
of future held in open palm
In barren room furnished simply
with a wardrobe hidden in a corner
Beckoning forth an erstwhile champion to
penetrable it's wonder-wall of secrets
And relieve them of the key so
as they can sleep and keep no more
While those who unbeknownst to them
know what they are not
Safely slumber under moon and star
pulsar up above and far further beyond
Sheltering under love's protection from
the bite of the north cold winds jagged teeth
cutting through bare exposed flesh
Who's purpose they believe is to challenge
the power of the witches spell and stroke
a lion's mane
And hopefully imagination permitting
return via the very same rabbit hole
they entered
To speak and tell of such graphic tales in
the key of lullaby that children just like
themselves can even understand
And willingly wish to go to bed in order
to dream
And resume the search of last night's
merriment and folly
Taken a light cosmic journey in a
hyper-luminous light vehicle.
I view space grandioso of "light bulb,"
blue big blazing bedazzling beacon;
a brilliant bright behemoth blistering.
Warp to a Pulsar star:
I view its pulsing light;
projecting prominently, its
pinpoint precision is like an atomic clock timing
Light-speed to:
Magnetars: mighty magnetic magnets.
Neutron stars, neutralizing objects.
Quasars, with their active-galactic beams
beaming like a gama-ray space spot-light laser.
I sling past Black-Holes that warps space-time:
they bending back all light matter,
behind their total black darkness horizon capture.
I continue warp-speed throughout space with
the use of fusion and some anti-matter.
I, a frontier intergalactic astronomical time and space traveler.
Homebound now; this of sometime in the far future.
I am your dreams
Curled up in a ball.
Napping vicious dreams,
Crouched against the wall.
Oh the stoic stares at dovetailing dreams.
Throw your fryer in the briar.
May the mist tear your eyes.
You haven't cried in months.
Bleep out all dull colors,
Let the celluloid solitude remain a-drip.
You are your heart's keeper.
Tend to your first original light.
The all-possible pulsar of our lives.
blub big blue blazing
bedazzling boisterous
brilliant beacon bright
pulsar pulsates
projecting prominently
pinpoint precisely
quixotic quasars
quintillion quarks quirkiness
quantum quintessence
wind whirl waves
watery whirlpool
wreckage washed-up
whimsical weasel
waterfall weathered willow
wilderness walk
zoo zebra zip
zealous zoologist
zeal zen
villas villages
vestige views valley vinca
vacation venues
The muse time travelers fatefully freewill say,
this love of ours was written long ago in the stars
But presently, my earthling feelings
is Venus empty
Got no romantic future happening ...
on another orbital losing spin
Just a tinfoil head man
listening to the upper UV wave band
Alpha Centauri hoping for a constellation prize
Then out of the delta quadrant,
I heard a string of “pings”
A supernova force, binary stellar voice —
Projecting a holographic image of a robot face,
it was mechanically screaming wildly at me:
Danger, Will Robinson!
Your heart is gonna get lost in her space,
and there ain’t no outer limit to this pulsar pleasure place
The cosmic choice given
was a “Love Theory of Relativity”
Grab hold of the quantum bond
and let the cold fusion burn nebular deep
That’s how it time continuum is
when you meet the Orion woman of your galactic dreams
Constellation prize instantly arrives
on a solar wind flight “faster-than-light” transporter beam
Danger ... passion overload, Will Robinson!
Your heart is gonna blow pure crystal dilithium,
and there ain't a single symbiotic soul to repair the hole
pulsar pulsating
projecting prominently
pinpoint precisely
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