The borders fell like fever from a long-tormented frame,
No steel was turned, no legions marched, no decree spoke their name.
For when the node of silver wood began its quiet rise,
The phantom lines of sovereign pride dissolved before their eyes.
The ancient ghosts of territory, of fortress, and of crest,
Like winter frost before the sun, sank deep into the breast.
The pain that once had armed the hand and built the concrete wall
Was opened to the anchor node, unmetered, shared by all.
A mother’s cry in Sector One, the drought of Sector Four,
No longer stopped at checkpoints or the barricaded door.
The collective mind, in empathy, received the bitter sting,
And wove the ache of centuries into a single string.
Where once the barbed dividers stood to guard the hollow grain,
Now surged a tide of healing hands to wash away the stain.
The map of old Vaeloria, where blood-bought nations bled,
Became a tapestry of care, by quiet mercy fed.
No citizen was left an island, stranded in their grief;
The shared scar of the species brought its ultimate relief.
549.
Let's Learn Pol. Sci.!
Let's learn a Social Science subject called Pol. Sci.
It is not something that just passes by
Political Theories & Systems stand & remain
They exist & endure in every domain
We must all abide with the Public Law
To Public Accountability we are all below
Public Administration is the eyes & ears of rulers
Public & International Relations encompasses the universe!
-04/25/2017
(Dumarao)
*SSN Poems
Green lights shine on my face,
Lookin' up to the Cosmic Fires!
Shootin' stars, wild lightning glow.
The Cosmos rules the Universe.
Bright lights, as a UFO picks me up
Takin' me to a brighter
Sci-Fi tomorrow!
Oh, Florida's beaches . . .
Flowing waters take me away!
I wanna visit the planets,
Converse with Extraterrestrials
In my Sci-Fi Starscape,
Forever existing, twinkling like Rainbows!
Ancient howling came back to Earth
And before long more species followed
Some contested against this unnatural birth
But no one could deny it’s monetary worth
Then after a little - our world was swallowed
Even though we lacked a time machine
We ended back up in the Pliocene
Then we fell
We fell down and down
Further down the chain
The more scientists screwed with the current domain
Some of us reverted back as well
Gathering and hunting, because our old-new world fell
Some would live and some would die
Kids were taken and mothers cried
The ones in white coats were mostly taken first
They were the ones who unleashed the curse
Cities got taken by giant birds
They roosted atop the buildings we built
Everywhere you went, a sound could be heard
The sound of blood being spilt
Predators and their megafauna prey
Against each other make the worst sound I’ve heard to this day
But at least it’ll keep them fed
Sometimes that sound made me sleep more soundly in my bed
Oh how the tables turn
And how we turned them till the world burned
Way back a learned man tried to teach his
Students, the treatment of using leeches.
And to those who had doubting defiance,
They were told to, ‘Just trust the science.’
After all what’s wrong with bloodletting,
When good health is what you’ll be getting.
Yet sometimes leeching was overdone,
Which aided the death of George Washington.
Two hundred years ago some Calomel,
Was supposed to make sick patients well.
But some people cried out ‘It has cured me,’
To avoid ingesting more mercury.
And shockingly there’s coffee enemas,
To ease constipation dilemmas.
Yet its cure is just ‘pie-in-the-sky’,
Joining that list of cures, that are sci-fi.
Sci-fi persists with Coronavirus,
Since shots can bring on myocarditis.
Still, people long to be in compliance,
Coz for god’s sake, they trust the sci-fi-ence.
Why be like past sci-fi-ence enablers,
Who believe the paid off ‘expert’ fablers.
Why not take time to learn alternate views,
And debunk myths with good health and good news.
HEY HEY HEY
No more fears
How long was I out there
Try 75 years.
Drifting alone
In the depths of space
Far from earth
And the human race.
Your lucky to be here
To tell you the truth
Cos I ain't joking
Cos this ain't no spoof.
The ship that found you
Way out there
Could have passed you bye
Without a care.
Alot has changed
Since you've been gone
For the material of time
You've been torn.
So it's welcome back
I could say
For the dawn of your new life
It starts today.
I've been in battles
Never seen before
All are top secret
To documents I swore.
Places so different
No one has seen
But when I got back
I was told it was a dream.
But I can remember running
Running so fast
Dodging bullets of light
And infernal blasts.
To say exactly
Where I've been
I really don't want to remember
What I have seen.
Everywhere around me
Seemed like a trap
But no one could ever
Place this on a map.
I remember the rules
No helmets off
For the air is so thin
Your definitely cough.
So where is this place
Cos I want to know
3 golden suns
In the sky that glow.
Scared to death
Each day a fright
So stars in the sky
For perpetual daylight.
I just won't except this
For it isn't a dream
In god's holy name
For where have I been.
Politicians will be the end of me.
To cynical now to trust their lie!
To angry now to listen to:
Continuous disharmony,
Pointed conversations,
Loose denominations.
Finding flourishes,
As the mouth,
Drivels,
Contagonistic,
Voyeuristic,
Egotistic,
Unrealistic!
Politicians will be the end of me!
Polecats in harmony,
Conversations without relations!
Christian living,
Without forgiving!
Moving forth and backwards
In our own know three dimensions
Is understood and simple
It’s our basic comprehension.
Yet adding in an axial fourth
We become confused
Time just keeps on ticking
All our protests are refused.
Gravity affects the speed
At which our time proceeds
Yet always marching forward
Not affected by man’s deed.
To travel where we wish in time,
Is something we unable
To achieve but we should not
Remove it from the table.
To master temporal travel
Will always be the goal
But who knows what is lurking
Inside of a Black hole
Never giving up the hope
We’ll master it one day,
To travel to the time we want
Is just the human way.
Accepting limitations
Of the possibilities of time
Is how we will stay grounded
But to dream is not a crime.
So for now, keep on watching
Doc Brown and McFly
Time travel may be out there
Just keep reaching for the sky.
We grew up with sci-fiction, books and movies were all around. Now living out the past, in science fact.
Date Written:5/27/2022
It seems we've come up with numerous definitions,
For life, and what it all means.
From the biological to the philosophical,
And all the various strata in between.
The scholarly sciences, may include the aspects
That need to respirate, regulate, and replicate.
While philosophers might wonder how we
Facilitate, proliferate, or just deal with our hate.
Recently I've seen our evolution, along the
Political spectrum grow and accumulate.
Where fantasy has driven false narratives,
And chaos remained for those to speculate.
Will life now be defined by the social-economic,
Or will it divide our very structure again?
Since these interactions can certainly be the death of us all,
And life may never be the same as it has been.
I went in and Sioja was ready for me. Before we started I introduced myself and put the cash on the table. Pay before enjoying the goods. Sioja was orange skinned and had purple hair. It was all natural as was the third eye in the middle of her forehead. This was brilliant green and her normal eyes were dark brown. Her looks gave a startling contrast. Welcome after the strong blue sky and light brown desert.
Shift Galactic
The Space Turd was big
As large as an abnormal man
Three miles across
By a million wide
It moved here and there
Splatting moons and planets
Like a tennis ball
Universal destroyer of crap
Not caring who died
Its death list was long
On and on till the end
Would it kill all planets?
Thus voiding all life
So only blackness remained
All stars being full of crap
Just like my teenage enemies
Unleash the galactic turd
Space Turd is coming to Earth!
MAJOR INSOMNIA
CORPORAL SLEEP
Nick Armbrister and other writers
Mars flew out of orbit
Venus got rid of her gas
Mercury sped past Pluto
Jupiter shrunk her mass
Saturn shed all her rings
Neptune's water froze
Uranus just flailed away
Pluto's dog lost its nose
The Solar System was freaking
The 'Laws of Physics' creaking
Living layers of being tugged around scraps of lusterless metal shape the man who was
Or is it the other way around
He can not tell anymore
Improvements or subpar substitutions
He marches on despite his contemplation
The clang and tang of metal on metal echo from his right leg while the muffled thud of organic flesh whispers from his lesser left
He marches on
Imagine feeling where your blood stops flowing as if your veins have hit a metal door yet beyond its frame lay dancing ghost who mock your past
With every augmentation he advances yet diminishes his mortality and morality
Still he marches on
On assignment that must be completed
Computing
The command was entered, a reaction will occur, must occur
His ability for choice is doubtful yet feared
A semi-bionic time bomb ticking its way to a liberating explosion of conscience freedom
Until then he will march on
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