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Emery Feine May 10
i am so tired of being yelled at
im tired of the screaming
im tired of the lying
im tired of the whining

i am in a black hole
and you take more and more
and you bend the sound
and you take my time
you have taken the one thing i cannot bring back
MetaVerse Apr 29

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go and catch a shhhh                           star. . . . . .


Captains log
Powers on and my fuel is comprehensive
This is another message
I’m sending all my blessings
Put on your Sunday best
Shine your shoes and don’t forget
To keep that bubbly on ice oh
Captains log I’m coming home.

Captains log
Tell my love that I’m on my way
Floating through the ether
I love to say that she’s still eager
When I get back I’ll never leave her
For the record I’m all drowsy from stasis
Your questions will be loquacious
I don’t have time for a pursuit
I’m trying to be gracious
I love you more
Than you’ll ever know
I won’t ever let you go
Captains log I’m coming home
I’m coming home.
They’ve got all the hardware
They don’t care for footwear
Grey guys with a shiny craft
Their telepathy gives me the creeps
They analysed me for weeks
And asked me how I had crashed
Intergalactic narcotics
Cosmological erotics
Kept me in a state of bliss
They’re from another realm
And now I feel overwhelmed
I don’t think that probe will fit.

Aliens really ******* give me the creeps
Technologically advance but ***** beasts
they like how my skin is silky and pink
Genders mean nothing to them I think.

Somehow my spaceship is fixed
They’ve been busy and quick
I feel like a brand new man
They space ghost me and leave
Hope I don’t have any space transmitted disease
But now I can leave for home yes I can.

Aliens really ******* give me the creeps
Technologically advance but ***** beasts
they like how my skin is silky and pink
Genders mean nothing to them I think.
This spaceship is useless
And your out of this world
Stuck on this godforsaken rock
Marooned five years without my girl
Couldn’t find the fuel to blast off
So I’m sending out a message
In a hope that help will come
And if someone finds my wreckage
They’ll know I loved someone.

Calling planet earth
I’m just a mortal man
Can you please tell my woman
I did all I can
Calling planet earth
Do you believe in love?
Can you please tell my lover
I did all I could
Skimmed the stars
That we saw in the sky
I’ve never seen beauty like her aye.

Space food is tasteless
I got freeze dried heartache
Energy is critical my oxygen is low
Every photo of her is my keepsake
I seen our own sun with its dim glow
If you hear this it’s probably too late
I hope I did you all proud
In centuries you’ll know my fate
Captains log, Large Magellanic Cloud.

Calling planet earth
I’m just a mortal man
Can you please tell my woman
I did all I can
Calling planet earth
Do you believe in love?
Can you please tell my lover
I did all I could
Skimmed the stars
That we saw in the sky
I’ve never seen beauty like her aye.
Steve Page Apr 30
Lord of life,
of green and colour,
of breeze and light.
Lord of bluebell and butterfly,
of birdsong and birds' flight.

Lord of space to think,
of time to rest.
Lord of movement,
of stillness.

I sit here and I confess
complete adoration,
my sunshine celebration
of this, your full spectrum,
this rainbow-wide gifted creation.

I sit and give thanks
for this sustained life,
of greens and blues in yellow light,
of fresh composed songscape,
of this colour full to the brim life,
this God given land and sky-scape.

I thank you, Lord, for this gateway,
this fresh every morning,
gifted new day.
loving this Spring weather
TheLees Apr 30
A park bench, and
A yellow orb nukes its core
a million times per second in space.
Somewhere, a man spoke his last word,
Or an infant giggled at her father’s scruff.
A black hole light-years away
engulfed another black hole of lesser mass;
the surrounding planets spaghettified.
Yes, this park bench is.
And you,
sit there with a leg over mine.
Wrinkles on your iris orbit a black hole,
visible because of our star.
It's just you and I,
sitting on a bench.
Sudzedrebel Apr 24
What torture ignorance is!
When you treat ignorance as such,
Perhaps it is.
Being so ignorant,
I could see it.
For the foolishness of it
Is that it is the only route to wisdom!

In how we define it?
By how we describe it?
Of how we perceive it?

Perception birthing perspective,
Yet both products of their environment!
"Self-copulation?"

Of course, given context,
The definitions fluctuate.
So, then our perception of it
And thereby our descriptions of them,
Change or fluctuate also.

Like the rain falling.
Like ice forming.
Like water flowing.
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