"panspermia" poems
angel's can shout through demons
if they have to
here in the valley of time slips and air borne rock
land of meteor splash and ufos
sprit friends
a fantasy gift you give yourself
but if you see some of them
its the worst day of your life
those streaking trajectories
as straight as a pencil path
sending a migration of aliens
weird ovoid's with ****** binocular vision
like Helix pomatia
****** crawlers
while eight legged locomoting moss piglets
that look like a thousand blinking
one eyed gob worms
hurtle in decent
perhaps landing in the Yucatan
barbarian headed asteroids, critter ridden
mixed of spirits and denizens of deep space
from the parametric edges of Bals
glittering kingdom
shoot suns down from the sky
far flinging those crater bashed demons
into predatory gardens
elixir's of war and death
wave screaming reveries
through red cities
of nightingale floors
nautilus agents plummet
into brawling plots of ash
shattering a million spines
of **** ***** monsters
in a bulls eye break neck rodeo
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC
I sprang up from white dust
onto the shore & my mom calls me the Lying Cat—
I tell the truth whenever I’m awake.
I walked to the place where
everything sunk beneath the boardwalk
and pumped water out of a dead tortoise’s lungs.
If I punch his chest, I wondered:
would his soul creep back into his heart?
I couldn’t care for anything at that age.
Now I drive Cadillacs into expanding skylines
and with crusted fingernails,
dig my plastic shovel to find sand dollars
but it’s all empty.
Last week, I thought:
(I see a wilderness for you and me)
but that wasn’t very original
Tomorrow I’ll curtsy on flashing meteorites
and court double winged men on Mars.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
We celebrate, don't we.
We celebrate celebrity, don’t' we.
Fame and fortune, apprehended while still alive,
we celebrate such aims
hit. Right on.
We worldly humus beings,
highest bits of the dust of the earth;
we,
self evidently know, in side, on the
inside of what we are,
there is an idea of being measured for worth,
by the joy you
use by right to stir the old ideas that once formed gods.
we feel the flow, we know more blessed to give,
than receive, given and given
evidence of all we know we never see
overwhelming the hope
deferred heart sick
deception post reception, too late,
the fix is in. The heart is new, not twisted, designed,
with that magnificent aortal vagus CNX action,
swirling the field of all we imagine into
watchaseeswattchgit
Hide, and watch… there is no whimper
when this bubble of been
is popped.
But its not a bang, more a hiss
or a sigh.
The
traditional medium, words,
thinking, the thinking thing seems to think
somethings
missing
something is
missing a sense of
why
mass and matter whats whats whats
first things first
wise arises as a character trait,
wait - there was a chance all hell could be imagined
as real as any thing, so we made some mods on V.2.1,
biome factors...
-- time, yeah, time is a factor, but not luck…
patience, per
fect love casts out fear, not
perfect aim.
good wins, try again
Fear not. Death has no sting.
That's it, God's own
fear fix, so low we go with this sci used,
just right, so
life always wins,
using sci-,
hence, no lie forms from truth,
no imaginable evil ever exists, never is perfectly empty.
panspermia pandaemonium psy=sci
wit use of knowns, we try
umph, and be come
at worst a proven unthinkable thing.
celebrity (n.)
late 14c.,
"solemn rite or ceremony,"
from Old French celebrité "celebration"
or directly from Latin celibritatem
(nominative celebritas)
"multitude, fame,"
from celeber
"frequented, populous"
(see celebrate).
Meaning "condition of being famous" is from c. 1600;
that of "a famous person" is from 1849.
When the old gods withdraw,
the empty thrones cry out for a successor,
and with good management,
or even without management,
almost any perishable bag of bones may be hoisted into the vacant seat.
[E.R. Dodds, "The Greeks and the Irrational"]
From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=celebrity>
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 8:36 PM UTC
Schrödinger's cat
Pavlov's dog
Occam's razor
Ones in? A box alive? Or not
I think maybe he was smoking ***
The other liked the ringing of bells
It was time to eat salivation tells
The other used to shave
Down to the fewest assumptions made.
Poetry is hard to interpret?
Read of these and confused, you deserve it
While lots of science, lost in theory
Some of it will make you weary
Dark and anti matter exist indeed
Does that mean there is an anti me?
How many dimensions and do they touch
This will turn your mind to mush
Ancient aliens, panspermia experimentally
Makes a lot of sense to me
Explains more than you're taught by rote
Pyramids built by tree and rope?
Megastructures built by hand
All over every land
Some we can not duplicate
We are just supposed to believe by faith
Running circles on my head
Random thoughts uniquely spread
Down to paper or on to screen
They are the damndest things
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC