"proxima" poems
I was greeted by
unearthly
midnight
or stellar light
I'm hypnotized by
the evening clouds
I espy
the busy
passers-by
or the silly
vagabonds
The round
earth doesn't pause
Proxima Centauri
doesn't pause
Ursa Major
doesn't pause
Colours change
The game
continues
I close my
eyes
This is how I can perceive
the sound
of silence
This is how I meet myself
I'm neither
a nihilist
nor
a hedonist
I'm simply
a monotheist
A gust
of wind blusters
My gossamer
scarf flutters
I open my inquisitive
eyes
I discover the mysterious
scene
Jun 16, 2022
Jun 16, 2022 at 10:08 AM UTC
Incubus.
The male demon inside my head
The astral constellation
satellites off the shores of Pluto
a cold crushed diamond
hurtling in hyperspace
sparkling in rotation
silently spoken
the unspoken,
the uttered,
the muttered and the said.
Gas formations spiral
the nebula of new world creations
happening beneath the cobalt sky
the unanswered questions
am I even here
and if so,
why?
Gravity.
Descends me
push and pulls me
the ground holds me
reaching for the stars
just beyond my grasp
Space.
That vacuum
******* the corners of imagination
and the lost voices of childhood
running free in the long grass
of colourful dreams.
In the blur I see you
moving slightly amid plucked strings
and vintage wallpaper
the garden of candles
flickering in the near light.
The incubus of devilment
and stolen words
to yet reveal themselves
the forgotten fragrance
of yesterday's radiance
never forgotten
just a short solar burst away
from Proxima Centauri.
I'll get there,
eventually.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
The "dark planet" it's called
because a stars light can't reflect
a single atom of brightness
visible to the eye.
Suspended in space
light years and light years away
an entire new world
with a blackened sky.
A human hand can't touch
a surface too hot for clouds,
that swims beneath supernovae,
absorbing the potential of sunrise.
The journey would pass through
the Pillars of Creation
around Sirius and Betelgeuse
and Proxima Centuri.
If I could explore
many a glittering nebulae,
with Sagittarius I could speculate
and with comets could I pry.
But on a marble's where we've thrived,
and speculated a silver rock,
why not look deeper to the veil of explosion
And, with that, the wonders that colour our sky?
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
the milky way is around
100,000 light-years across
which means that, traveling
at the speed of light, it would
take 100,000 years to cross
omitting the theory of
relativity.
I've been dreaming about
going far away.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
The star that rises in the morning
Hangs irrevocably above me.
Its light is the product of the mind.
It casts my shadow by the doing of brilliant light. Freeing myself from its follow is a plight
I know well.
You are the closest star until the morning
Living and burning and being in the dark
--the splendor of that lightless radiance;
but where there is no follow there is no guide:
You are a proxminity never the vicinity of something I could see.
You are the closest star until the morning.
Although you are closest you are still far
Even the sun is closer to me than you
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
The neon green frog leaps
Unto it’s last bastion of
Sludge.
He thought it was water,
But I know full well
A murder’s been administered.
So ushers in, the acrid scent of
A life wrought nothing more than
It’s surrounding pestilence;
A chaos concocted,
And alchemy rendered man;
For we’ll break this world,
But at ends, the world will hold us,
For our crimes and
For our contempt.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
The whole universe paused
Oh Jeune Homme,
What have you done?
Your eyes reflected a picture
of how Proxima Centauri held its feeling no longer;
It exploded!
Into trillion heaps of wonders
it shattered
And it seemed like the sky is falling
That even the earth stood still wondering
But why did you not flinch at all?
Though on your chest I felt the great vibration
Of Mount Vesuvius fulminating once again;
Getting rid of all its innards and pain
As if trying to turn us into ashes
And for that my heart beat races
But you were smiling instead-
looking at me in the eyes and said
"Not a single mountain had erupted,
and not a single star had exploded.
Jeune fille, you're just in love."
-8/4/19-
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
**The search goes on
to discover at last
that we are not alone..
Yet others wait
for the discovery
that we are alone..
Alone in knowing
that Awareness knows
itself Alone
and that we
and this exoplanet
color our Awareness
as we remain Alone...**
Closest Exoplanet To Earth -- August 2016
On Aug 24 2016, the European Southern Observatory announced the confirmation of the closest exoplanet to Earth. This illustration (see polarityinplay.blogspot.com) shows Proxima b, which orbits its parent star Proxima Centauri, the closest sun to Earth's sun. Proxima b lies within its sun's habitable zone, strongly suggesting the planet has liquid water on its surface.
Huffington Post
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
Under my skin
Cyan blood flowing through my body, sending my heart on a drumming quest for a feeling
A feeling that wants to escape through my knife tattooed wrist
We fall in love and hurt one another.
We live with hidden emotions.
We live with a camouflage hiding scars from the human satellite,called eyes.
Falling in Tim Kuilmine, creating a comfy home for the lovers of solitude
I fell into this safe haven, knowing that no one dared to enter the world of the hurt
Until life sent a Prodigy into my hollow life
He was the moon on my sleepless nights
He was the sun shining on my cloudy day
He is the rain that kisses me on a beautiful stormy day
This Prodigy came into my my life like a feather causing mass destruction
I hated this Prodigy who took me out the comfort of my hole
Who made me laugh when depression clawed under my skin pleading to be released through my wrists
He caused a hail storm of emotion when he hugged me
Here today gone tomorrow i chanted
But he was here today and tomorrow
He made me stop giving the demon a path to dance from my mind to paper
I started seeing stars after months of solitude and clouds
Prodigy became VY Canis Majoris.
Greek Gods never understood him for he was sent to save Proxima Centauri
My love for him as my depression turned into insecurity
But he saved me
For now
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
Te vi de una distancia,
se me fue el alma del cuerpo.
sentía mis piernas convertirse en gelatina.
no pude respirar.
escalofrios por todo mis hombros,
que lindo brillo tenian tus ojos
lo único que quise hacer,
fue quemar la luz de esas hermosuras.
paralizar tu alma,
hacerte sentir como yo me he sentido
por, demasiado tiempo
causar una alma pura,
convertirse en algo horrible.
desde entonces
supe que ibas a ser mi proxima victima.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 1:57 AM UTC