WAR’S OXYMORONIC JUSTIFICATION
(An Awareness Haiku Trio)
They say, sowing war
is a profound investment
reaping fruits of peace:-
Billions of bucks spent
uprooting trillions of lives:
Quadrillion bucks reaped:-
Yes, sowing war seeds
to reap peace, continues
to be justified:-
“ Reincarnated Angelic Soul “
This Soul is a Quadrillion Years Old,
It’s Not Like That Of A Younger Soul.
Facts Is That I Leave My Mark Every Where,
If You Ever Have My Loyalty, Respect and Heart
I Wouldn’t Let Go Of Them.
Because I Can Strip It All Away,
Just The Same As Giving It.
It is Your Choice Whether You Decide,
To Be Left Behind As A Lesson Or Progress As A Blessing!
" I Am Gabriel, It Is Time For Revival "
Written By: Kendall “Gabriel” Aaron Conrad
December 25, 2024
12:01 a.m.
Our Comings And Goings
Signals concerning streams of tones in lights,
Quadrillion twenty to being precise,
Derivations a formidable chore,
Left for later, time for us to explore,
Of a dying world now eon lifeless,
Once home to living beings most like us,
A passing records a race of humans,
Records a mass planetary movements,
No mass exodus has been recorded,
Signals nova near, we have been ordered,
Farewell, planet...what was this planet named,
Earth, Farewell Planet Earth--none, that's ashamed,
As planet explodes to oblivion,
Perchance we may bump into one of them.
2020 February 13
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Rhyme Scheme;
aabb, ccdd, eeff, gg.
The most central of the reason to bestow,
Is understanding that which alights us,
Stars seen are bigger, brighter than our own,
Red hot, cold Blue--NOT, stars are black bodies,
Our Sun is a green star that can't be seen,
Our sun is a dwarf star too small to see,
There NO millions of stars in a night-dark,
About Black Holes, they, in fact, do not suck,
There 20 quadrillion stars nightly.
Stars don't ever twinkle, negatively.
Date: 09/07/2019
Secreted burst of time so short
One would wonder, was it naught?
Gamma Ray Bursts so mysterious
not long ago,
Now understood, what next shall we
know.
Looping tendrils of coronic waves
Not the usual solar way the sun behaves
Neutrinos, neutrinos....
Do you add up?
Or is your existence,
A useless empty cup?
Or are you like the ocean;
A hydrogen hydroxide molecule
of no significent importance
Till nature, through happenstance,
Collects seventy trillion quadrillion
such molecules, powered to 10x10x10
And power and beauty unimagined
Come forth in their needed yen
So much to learn, we must,
As we are barely above cosmic dust.
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