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Fah Sep 2013
One ,

life - does go on ,

Two ,

I get what i want

Three ,

He get's what he want's

Four ,
Sunday's are for chillin

Five ,

( u r probs asking why didn't she say , she yet to include all the women out there )

but that's an assumption,  (^^^^^ that is guv. ), that list goes in order of importance..

it's* just numbers* , we've been told, go in that manner ,

whatever -

i've got you this far , now ..

i think i would like to just
document
this moment .

and preserve it - because this golden flower
of a feeling
where nothing , matter and everything hangs in a fine balance and the whole universe just opens and starts to dance , and infinit is no longer a goal but the present space all around
in whatever convex , concave confines you would call these human bodies

keeping us weighed down like lead baloons to the physical world
and - no , we're not from this plane

we ARE from this planet though , but not this dimension either

i rekon,
aliens are exactly - what we are , but in the "future " after
                             we've learnt how to time travel
and we come back ,
                                     and because 'we as earth' 'i.e - the current inhabitants -

AND WE REALISE ! THAT WE HAVE BEEN FOOLED! those,

who are under a dastardly spell,
woven into our minds good and deep - using words and symbols , number and name - anything to rise to that fame.......

Like an oil spill

                        it has swept through our eyes and blinded us from the truth that -.-
there is no such thing as time.

we just made it up

but there are such things as dimensions , we've seen them -  we've seen them crumble away before our very eyes and just exisit in momentary spots of delusions illusions

and the wonderful thing is our creations , effect our physical reality - what we make in our minds , we put out for the world to see , the other illusion is that somehow your mind is this dark foreign space .....YO...


MIND IS FULLY  light !  EVEN the shadows emit some kinda glow....
so vivid !  well , there's magic in there , and poines and stardust and sometimes
if you are very lucky someone will come along
and tell you about all kinds of yum! And play with you - there in the mind's garden
to create everything , materialy

i just, hope , that when we wake up - all of us - then ,

we are ready to face what will be a new dawn , in my eyes - humanity stands on the tip toes of heavens open armed throws or the pits of depths,

- that are diamond encrusted found after the coal has been left for centuries -

We are the those fabled stars...the ones that seem so far away...we ARE MADE UP of the same stuff , now tell me - who do i bow down to...i only give bows of respect. Earning it...

there are no more melodies,

sweeter nor more healing , than the eyes of love's serene face just , all magic and stuff, making me speechless and speech full , with the eyes that over throw ironic nonchalance , in a second and are ready for go up and get em and ready for snuggles in beds
this is the only story i've ever known and (you can not have written it!)

this is my life what i've discovered from my journeys findings..I hope you have your own take....but...what is that i hear you say? ....

....what happened?
Just, started , saying yes.
i guess..

and gradually , and quite elegantly with hindsight , this has been built.


and by tHIS i mean this poem.

pro's
prose ...
heh heh
Dave Martsolf Apr 2015
Silver, cool, harsh rock-smooth as rolled steel on the horizon defies the cold blue-violet sky of Mars as the pinpoint dots of distant white suns circle in wonder of the scene.

Green mist hanging from the verdant leaves of the thick mountain forest permeates the humid cool air of a rain of a few minutes past above the soggy moss, gray-green rock, deep red brown trail, columned by mighty yet yielding deep-colored trunks.

Glistening snow reflects on each crystal the apparition of a cold white moon, blinding in glorious circles the eye which beholds the perimeter of sentinel black-green poines, opening the snow-hidden field to that which it mirrors.

Deep sea-salty blue-green transparency softens the pink bottom to a wavy yellow-pink-yellow-pink-banded black-white-black skittering across the deep pink-yellow-pink green blades waving in time to the yellow-pink-yellow deep sea, never leave.

On this day Cernan lands from his Gemini IX flight with Stafford conducting a two-hour space walk in that void.

— The End —