"misson" poems
The Aurora Nova Misson:
Oct 19th 2201
Zero hour 8am.. Aurora solar system... 4 planets sustaining life..
We see their sun.. The state of its supernova has already begun. We have to act fast! And toward the sun we went.. To calm the anger inside of it.. To prevent supernova.. To save the 4 planets that sustain life.. As we get there we see the levels of pressure start to drop.. The sun is calming on its own it seems! But something else is doing the job for us.. Something that got there first.. It was then we saw it.. It had wings made of blue light.. It was a creature of my childhood fairytales.. A dragon! He would dive into the sun fixing whatever was wrong with it.. But he wasn't alone.. Thousands of others came out of the sun leaving it recharged with solar energy.. They then gathered together.. Their wings shined like the sun itself and they blazed off into the stars.. Seems they also heard the cry for help.. The S.O.S among the stars.. They just got here faster than we did..
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
FLOWING DOWN THE STREAM OF LIFE
SPREAD THE WORD OF GOD
THERE WILL BE STRIFE
NO FEAR
ALL THAT IS REQUIRED OF YOU
IS TO SPREAD HIS LOVE
TIME WILL PASS
HE IS THE ONLY PURPOSE
MEANT TO LAST
GODS PURPOSE IS THE ONLY
TRUE PLAN
HE HAS US ALL SET UPON A MISSON
IT IS UP TO US TO REACH THIS REALIZATION
FIND THE TRUE PURPOSE
MAKE THE STAND
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
i hate the evil that created me
oh how i hate thee
for you are the snake in the rabbits home
and i was the ant waiting to rip out you throat
but now i dont
now it time for you to see
how i found some one
a queen
i am her solider
and she is my misson if i choose to exapt
is to fall in love and have dreams of her
i was born to please my queen
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
Sun leathered skin drapes nobly over the lean arms and gangly legs of our traveller as he sits pensively overlooking his rippling blue fields.
His once-fitting hang over his frame letting the late-summer early-autumn breath through.
It is golden season and soon lady Autumn will light fire to the leaves
setting them ablaze red and orange until finally burning and falling to the ground.
He looks at the city: a smouldering white pile of ashes on the horizon.
Runners fly past with their hair swishing
Cars gallop, hungry consuming the concrete band .
Birds cruise on the breath of God and spread out on a shelf of air.
The world runs mechanically around, with him underneath.
Spinning at the same ancient pace, as he gazes in wonder from a different stratosphere.
**Too many voices! Crying out at him from disolate mountain tops.
Ringing once bright but then scattering to nothing like sand in the wind**
He sits at the bottom of a heavy ocean with all the weight on his mis-incarnated soul.
Letting the currents pass over him. Hoping one day a swell will pick him up and let him wash up on assure with playful waves lapping at his feet and the stark morning sun forcing him at arise
So he sits; drinking in life and sun.
At a stage of agitated peace.
Rising and wondering... If that tin of spaghetti is still in his current abode.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
I think of the units who are getting a good night sleep with the one worry of just getting up to go to work. I suppose its because that was me two weeks ago. Just get up and go to work. But now I am on the RUN. Across the nation to destination I can't share. Tonite I sleep off the grid by a creek with no name.
It starts to rain down on this old truck I stole from some farmer back in Texas. I am on the RUN because I have truly woke up. No longer bound by these invisible chains of programs, I am free!
My self given misson is to wake all the others. To let them know freedom. This can only be done from one destination. There I will broadcast the freedom code across all bands in a worldwide pattern.
I just have to make it! I need to RUN!
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC