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I searched out the Universe. 

All the realms of Eternity! 
All the places of Infinity! 
I searched out the sweet,
 Smelling planets,
The silver and red and gold
And diamond stars
That echo on forever with their light.
 

I searched out the.
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Mountains of Mars!


The coughing dust storms 
That whirl around on Venus!

I peered into the angry eye of Jupiter!

I caught up with the asteroids;
I searched them.

I ran and caught the satellites of Saturn.
 But He was not there.

I called out to Andromeda!

I pierced the Ring Nebula
And the Horse Head with my eyes!

All in vain!
I pleaded with the Seven Sisters.

I stood up to Orion.
I petted his Dog.
I feared his Lion
And searched out all
The Milky Way.

I hunted the Great Bear and the Little Bear.

I captured Cygnus the Swan in my nets.

The Great Ram 
And Proud White Pegasus
I ran down and captured.

I called out to all the Galaxies


To all the Constellations:

I pleaded with the STARS

But they were dumb.

And finally when I searched out 
All of these....
And found Him not,
I looked inside myself
And found Him in my heart.
Oh white goddess 
of the Heavens!
We beseech thee…

With only the Orb of the Night 
To light my path, 
I set out on my long journey.
 My faithful Horse.....

Man land on the MOON! 
You read that crazy Science Fiction junk?!

They can land a Man on the Moon So why can't they....
Wherever you will go
Be it the endless red rift of Mars,
And Crevices of 'canos long extinct.
With Mountains Black and High!
A world of scarlet sands
And bleeding skies.

Be it the silver clouded galaxies
Or Worlds between.

Rather be it Heaven's wide
Or Hell beneath:

Wherever you will go I will go;
Following you to the ends of Creation
And beyond the star-clad skies
Of Alien worlds. I will go.
Wherever you will go
Forevermore!
Amino acids churning, swirling                    
In the tides of New Earth’s seas!


Tossed and turned 
And cooled and burned
And flung before the breeze!
God's laughter roars! 
and Life is born!            

 His work has just begun!

 Small Plants climbing, crawling, pining,           
 
Living, dying, 
Growing, trying...
 
To take the dry thus untamed lands!
Pioneers to 
an Ungreen world!
 
Cold winds! Dry air!
 
Millenniums of toil!
 
Sinking roots into the hard rocks.
 
Splitting stones to  SOIL!

 
We come;
 
hunting, warring, snarling;
 
Clothes  and clubs and coins and spears;
 
First sense of God and Love Beyond.
 
First agonizing Cosmic FEARS!
 
Words upon the printed page'        
Pots and  bricks and wheels and FIRE!!   

But  like the Plants the inward longing!
Deep inside the same desire!          
               


Starships surging, sailing, soaring!                                                                     ­     
   Silver bits of flotsam flung;                                                                                          
  Watched by the Mighty Lord of Hosts!                                                                           ­              
 His work has just begun.
Seeds blown by the Winds of Man!                                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                                  
To multitudes of suns, such toil!                                                                    

To sink our roots in alien sands!   
To change a zillion worlds to Soil!
Speeding like a silver dove
Through the velvetness of Space.

Hunting for great, brand new worlds
Where Man may learn his final place.
In the Universe of stars 
Past the CREVICES of Mars.
Past the Worlds that we did know.
                                                                ­                                                   
Where is Heaven?
Where is Hell?                                                           
Where are worlds where Man may dwell?                                         
Where are Answers to his quests?                                            
Where are Worlds
Where Love e exists?

Where are Worlds
that have no frights?                                                                  ­   
Past Eternal Velvet Nights.
                                                         ­  
What is Man that he may go   
Above his Earth and to and fro?   

Despite the Fallen Angel's rage
Man has lived another age
Stars are not silent!
No! They sing!!!!
Child of the future

Laying in your cradle place,


Star light through the window

Shining softly on your face.

By  the time you're grown, Child

The proud starships will  soar!

So sleep deep, softly, now, Child

The Future's at your door!

Play in the SUN,  Child.

Earth-wind sweet caresses you.  

By the time you're all grown up

An  alien wind  will do.

The Children that you bear, Child

Will know an alien SUN.

So dream and play and grow today.

Your  journey's just begun.
author kim Oct 1
The sun came up through east, as usual |
But it shone over me today, being neutral |
As if life's fair, as if people care ||

But my mind knows, that is a game |
My heart is a fool, just like my name ||

I have ecstasy this forenoon, is it a gift by God? |
It feels like illusion, testing me like Lord ||

It's feathery and dreamy today, the leverage's pulled off |
I keep my head high, though I hear them scoff ||

The rays slow down, breath of wind turns cool |
My smile wears off, the anguishing demons drool ||

Moonlight transpires, tearing the illusion |
Reality hits, leaving a conclusion |

That no matter how many years pass |
My soul remains distraught and heart of glass ||

The moon is better than the sun, my mind mutters |
Even so, illusion envelopes my pain, my heart flutters ||

These notions sleep with me, in my bed |
The bliss and despair stays, enlightening my shed ||
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Shaun Copple Sep 19
Travel too deep
and get ****** dry,
by a psyche, not a logical leap.
Ascension—let it fly.

Personal fragility—
Senses need grounding
by a cup of Earl tea,
the alarm is sounding!

Collapsed social animus,
all the animals attack—
Equanimity—No fuss.
Who really has the facts?

Now just wait a minute,
it is all an illusion.
We are actually infinite.
And heading for fusion.
How deep is too deep? Care to find out?
Zywa Aug 12
There's a compass rose

in the sand, raise your finger:


what wind is blowing?
Song "Blowin' in the wind" (1963, Bob Dylan), album "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan"

Collection "Great Flow"
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