Philosophy Science Fiction Poems

THE MOON’S SECRET DIARY

I am intrigued by them,
the ones who call me the moon.
Who are they? 
the inhabitants of my imaginative world?
or am I a...

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by Max Burchett

Black swans are a thing.
That thing never seen before,
Not known to exist,
What has never happened before.

If you can think of it,
Can expect or...

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ice fishing
is there a science to it

that's fiction

I say that
cause my fish is somewhat small

mayhaps your hole is too small
if you make your hole bigger
your...

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He reigned down through the centuries,
and every human knew his name,
Emperor Guiscard the Deathless,
from Quebec this great figure came.

Arising in chaotic times
in the twenty-first century,
when...

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...“I suppose that this just makes you
like everyone else on this earth,
light and shadow both in your soul,
your choice as to which you deserve.

“Some might...

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...Jack couldn’t believe such nonsense,
said, “You’re not a shrink, you’re insane.
I’ve been a farmer all my life,
And no one has cut on my brain.”

Johns handed...

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...Jack watched her go, rather confused,
he looked to Johns and said, “That’s strange…”
Johns nodded, said, “It will made sense,
there’s much that I have to explain.”

He...

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Jack Ripton lived a quiet life,
west Kentucky, in rolling hills,
he’d been farming there for ten years,
all according to his own will.

He’d never been much for...

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Imagine a black velvet curtain
Pinholed to allow specked light
Now imagine that same curtain
Endlessly stretching out of sight
And there you have the immense
Velvet blackness of outer...

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HOLY IS THE NEW FLESH

burning the rights of an ancient Sacrifice 
by ancestors holy and profane 
the offerings of an Intellectual ape 
hairless and Afraid...

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Why are these songs pitched the way they are?
Maybe because the vibrations are being sent
Out into space, as messages through sound waves.

Why does music today...

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In the empires of my mind...
            Searching for the Divine.
     ...

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Let's cast these words at a funeral like shards in clay pots
like hard sounds n bright noise of memories of this lot 

of feelings real...

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Black Hotel
Immortal fear, 
blind rage appears on black rock… 

How does it rise along on a lonely beach?
…an outcrop of the night!

A black hotel looms...

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What tis' the work of man 
to leave a testament 
to his grand plans, 
the usurper of the throne 
eternal is, man!

The after image 
of...

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