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Solaces Nov 2016
It was a fantastic machine. A machine that was built just for me.  No one else can drive it. No one else can turn it on.  You see its a part of me and my emotions.  My soul and my aura.  Its a part of my thinking and the boundaries I create.  Its engine runs on my imagination and emotion.  

The moment before take off is always my favorite part! I mount this star glass machine, imagination cycle, a bike made of the stars.  All of the air around glows a beautiful sapphire blue.  From earth to sky to stars past the blue atmosphere.  I am riding past our sun to beyond where it can shine.
no limit!
Max Neumann Sep 2020
flakes in the kitchen, flakes in the kitchen
my fate is holy like religion, old traditions:
live life greedily, follow your ambitions
without the stacks, i got an itching

thousand racks, volume of a bible
the day is black, that is my lifestyle
don't offer me gizmos, i know the skid row
above the earth, you see an airglow

above my head, you watch my hair glow
snow male machiny, breathing airflow
phantom with a whisk, never stop-and-frisk
my birthmark, no risk, twenty yumys in the carpark

when no one sleeps, the crowd dances
i'll be hanging with the focus, grabbin' chances
fountain flavour, the mountain and the savior
brash, blue bunnies burning all my moneys
Flaky...
Solaces Jul 2014
Among such structures was the  pools of creation..  The airglow here was ambient and beautiful beyond all measure..  This is where I set fire to all the stars in the universe.. I smile before I do so..  Signals and twilight fire flies fill the black void..  And there echoes creation eternal..  A nexus travals across forever..  Feeding colors to life..  To the eyes that will one day behold them..  This is how wonder is born..  I think of all this as I look to the stars.. I am just a human.. But my imagination is a GOD...
look to the sky with me..
Exosphere Feb 2021
I always thought
the bands of light around the earth seen from space
represented the reflection of sunlight
through the various densities of atmosphere

they do not!!

they are actual emanations of light
from chemical reactions, cosmic rays, and photoionization
(don’t worry about that last one)

my point is...

                 we glow

                           we, the earth

                                          we glow

                                                          like we’re made of stars
The art was most masterful on the dark canvas

Within the thick of night his hand was full of sweep  
beneath the Muskan moon the artist quivered not
Etching silver dollar stars the artist took a leap
as he painted up the sky with orbs of sparkling dots

Celestial objects bright as light, a candle spark
moonlight, starlight, airglow, all a  work of art
Applying white on black creating a celestial ark
he mastered in the light with darkness off the chart  

Tinted colorants of amber midnight grains of gold  
every brushstroke took him, to a journey home
Van Gogh signatures and visions stories yet untold  
all night long he painted, from a sonic neo zone  

Light to dark, with different distinction
he played shadows with God's bric a brac  
Twas' a Masterpiece of fact and fiction
Oh !   He really had the knack !

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