aristocratic antelope alarms and annoys
blue-eyed baboon’s billy goat buster
causing confusion, consternation and crying
distressing and disturbing deliberate donkey
egg-producing egret elevates enthusiasm
forever frolicking in farmer fred’s pastures
giddy goats gallop in garnished with garlands
happy horse henry hypnotizes henrietta’s hens
intense iguana ignores idiocy of inmates
jackals justify jack rabbits jelly-like jeers
kangaroo keenly kicks off kingly kibitz
luxurious llamas lollygag in the lounge
mischievous monkeys march among marshes
nervous newts nibble on nutty Nutella
obnoxious oxen opts out of outrageous opportunities
preening peacock praises his pompous president
quivering quail questions quaking quasar
rustic rooster ruffles robin’s restlessness
sassy songbirds swizzle and sway toward sand beach
talkative turtle trains tarantula to twist and turn
understudy Ulysses utilizes universal unitedness
validating vocabulary of vicious vultures
wandering weasel wants to find his wishes
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xhibitions ‘xperiment on eagle’s nest
yellow yak yawns next to yipping young wolf dog
zealous zebra zips into view of aristocratic antelope
They tell me that I perished
But I've never felt more alive
And the warmth of your presence
Still lingers in my mind.
I ventured longer than an arm -
Beyond the dim horizon -
Further than a murky quasar
Yet less than a prayer's span.
When you stop to think of me -
When tears can't help but fall -
Know that it's okay to grieve
And let them wash your soul
Then look up and say a prayer -
Since words have power of flight -
I'll catch it at heaven's shore -
Think of you - smile and sigh.
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
I
king of the hostile quasar !
stelliferous beast without origin
anechoic void-crown usurper of the throne without end
upon a tundra in the cosmic septentrional :
fantastically obscure to the naked human eye
and shrouded in the asterism of shadows !
gatekeepers of the GN-z11 realm,
amethyst-fanged beasts of the farthest space
pursuing from beyond the ultimate meridian
to battle the flame-born basilisks of Alpha Scorpii
the star-beasts battle in constellatory theatre,
a timeless outing of the yet another
anniversary cosmic implosion
II
hostile whorls in the night-sky
spin into mass hypnotic effect
cruor of celestial bodies splatter
alizarin spasms across the death-black vista
which emanates across the heliosphere
as hallucination becomes reality becomes hallucination
lines between
cosmophobia and cosmonoia
are blurred
mystical systems of glyphic code
etched into bedrocks as star-maps
guide the madman into liminal states
between this and the great obscure other
Red Fiery Sapphire glows from the Kings Diadem
To Rise In Light, is to Rise the Greater Man
Jewels Of Power and Strength for the Chosen Crown
Oscillating Bonfires Of Glory to Trumpet Sounds,
Exotic Gold for the Triumphant Soul
Beyond the Lower Nature an Emerald Throne,
Jasmine and Fire the Garments of Victory
Shining Bards of Royalty,
Pulsating Halos of Brilliant Opal Luster
One with the Universe, Stellar Gleaming like Star Clusters
Illuminating Gems of Wisdom, Burning like a Quasar
Diamond Luminous Solar Blazer,
Scintillating in Stones of Nobility
In Hues of Grace, Faith, and Destiny
Kingly, the Shine of Regal Majesty
A Diadem Of Glory for Hope and for Humanity
We had the right love, but at the wrong time,
Albeit chance or of fate, our paths entwined.
Soulmates converging and destinies aligned,
Still can’t turn back the cruel hands of time.
We met ’neath glistening stars on a velvet night,
The connection was strong, our future so bright.
But life’s melody, is so often a contrary chime,
We had the right love, just at the wrong time.
We had the right love, but at the wrong time,
Two hearts harmonizing, with one joyful rhyme.
Our passion burned hotter, than a quasar sun,
But love that burns brightest is too soon undone.
Seasons do change, opportunity comes to pass,
Love’s blossoms will wilt, or wither like grass.
A poignant chapter, a zealous, sensual crime,
To have the right love, but at the wrong time.
Down life’s road, our paths may cross again,
My hope will abide, no matter where or when.
The echoes of your love will linger in my mind,
We had the right love, just not the right time.
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
When asked to go against your grain
Will you cross a river while flooded
Will you climb a tree in a thunderstorm
Walk over live electric wires
Go outside during a tornado
Only true love crosses picket lines
Faces down an angry crowd
Forces open a window to save their love
Save me love as I am walking on the wild waves of uncertainty just for you
Be my life raft
Be my solid shore
My sand to the sailor
My land to the lost
Be my breakfast when hungry
and my hat under the scorching sun
Be my hand when I fall down and my cake when it isn't even my birthday
Be my sunrise on an over cast day
You are to me the most precious thing
A laugh when I am sad
I want to heal all of it for you
Eclipse all other past loves
I want to be your Mars when you think you can't live on this planet anymore
I love you and I hope you find in me a quasar bright enough
to outshine the stars you live among
We are so close
Don't give up now
She appeared as a quasar, brilliant and beautiful within and out, as a hummingbird suspended exquisitely in midair.
With a soft and gentle melodious voice, calming as rushing spring waters with skin so soft, subtle and fair.
Exotic in her graceful style and strength, a passion and power slumbers within, that can make any mans heart skip a beat.
Just to hold her hand while gazing into your eyes would make any man to bow at her feet.
She moves with such grace and royalty as melodious music, pulsating through the air.
She is the serenity of joyous peace so that no other woman can compare.
She is a beacon of light piercing through the blackness of night, revealing a safe passage while burning through the dense ominous mist.
Truely an angel from heavens heart, divine and eternally empowered whose spirit God has blessed and kissed.
Common Wisdom is not really either. For example ..
1. Let the past bury the past
Can not be done that way.
Use funeral parlors, or celebrate a dead person's with memorial
When Jesus said similar words, "it was to rebuke a procrastinator, "Let the dead bury the dead." The living dead make much of human traditions including ceremonial matters. Real life is in God, his living word. Not in idols!
2. What goes around, cones around.
How much time you have?
If it's a shooting star, comet, quasar, or even an Everest climb, you need intervals at the very least.
No beautiful face on sale; Bazar is out of order
Fairyland - O dear goddess Ishtar! - is out of order.
I was alone at home, we'd to spend the noon together
Now, she rings aft' afternoon: my car is out of order!
Life is not that simple that few words on paper decide:
Words are limited - leading quasar is out of order!
"My speech is not contrary to public benefit - think..."
In Parliament, members' seminar is out of order.
"We can't measure depth of sea, sorry captain! we're stranded-
Sea breeze is against our ship route, sonar is out of order."
We may attack own cities at this impatient moment;
Enemy jets are coming, radar is out of order.
April 01, 2022
As quasar mixes the starry dust,
a newly formed planet en route’s a must;
new universes revealed beyond black holes
captivating stories are yet to be told.
Tiny newborn sails saturnian seas,
a Venus flyby in Saggittarius is a breeze;
absolute magnitude in glimmer sails on by,
soon new space he will occupy.
Whoops! Now dodging meteor shower,
a bruise or two won’t slow his power;
he’s on his very own spiritual quest
for new horizons where he will rest.
He’ll take his place amid the fold,
his travel stories yet to be told;
to tinier planets that he will meet,
he’ll even brighten eclipsing binary.
He’ll take his place in man’s Ephemerides,
oh the astrologers he’ll guide with ease;
to alter man’s future by their birth stars,
providing them with fascinating memoirs.
No planet in any galaxy,
will mess with this star’s alchemy.
He’s on a mission, this tiny young one,
his planetary cycle for millennia will run.
When you spy him there in your glass eye,
be sure to shout, “Hello, Goodbye”,
as he races across your galaxy,
you’ll marvel at his pageantry.
forty years late for death
uprisings toppled civilizations without hurting my eyes
at the apex of the vortex and inside this antechamber and shelter
the euclidean dome engine where i move the galaxy
I sweep the creation with the neural scanner
around here I became brutish and for each failure
I adapted the respective lie
I've been layering things for a long time
solid blocks of ghostly mist
but complacent with the physiology of what is organic
I know it's time to disappear into the pale palace of time
the vacuum unfolds like a three-dimensional ball of wool
each house of heat rises and blasts the stars
the dark and infinite field of the universe spews flames
quasar beams build the checkered web
where I'll be stuck while I die.
I
Study of meaning in numbers: numerology
Study of "Theos" or God: Theology
Keep them far apart, still they love 1 and 3
Does numerology espouse a timeless theology?
II
Father, Son, and Spirit have a trifold duty
One into Three; One God but PERSONS three
It rings true, but befuddles mental ability
To explain when hearts grasp the subtlety
III
From time immemorial, humans ignored "2"
Adam and Eve allowed another, father of Lies (TRUE!)
Happier couples want Number 3, a baby,
Otherwise two would be as famous as 1 and 3
IV
Why is it there are THREE tries & 3 STRIKES usually?
And people insist there is but ONE God, not many!
Even wise Hindus worship The UNITY in Godly diversity
Like seeing two stars in 1 Quasar, distorted by dark gravity
* NAMASTHE, SHANTHI Om, SHALOM-SHALOM, SALAAM, Paz. Eirene
I
All that we see, up and down, day and night
May feel "LIGHT" but 95 percent, out of sight,
Is "dark matter"** that shaped our universe
II
You may ask, "How does he know this, Bible man!"
Quasars shine so bright, appear as stars to a human
Quasar is: Active Galactic Nucleus/Nuclei, powered by Black Hole
III
In 1979, Q9057+561 betrayed what Einstein guessed: G. Lensing
Revealing a massive galaxy sits between our Milky Way and Q9057+561
All this says stars rotate at same speeds no matter where they are!
IV
In Genesis, the very second verse, revealed Dark Forces, forget the Atom!
"[E]arth was without form, and void, and darkness was upon the face of the Deep."
Coincidence? What we see is tiny compared to what forces there be
**Note: I ought to make Dark Matter about 25 percent of the Universe because the link with Dark Energy (70 percent) is not there! So together dark "Forces" are 95 percent of what there is in the Universe
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