"quasar" poems
*Milky way around me
stars, sun, planets, the moon
interstellar, interplanetary
orbits, i commune
The heavens surround me
galaxies, constellations, nebulae
across my cosmic journey
for revolutions i'll stay
The cosmos envelope me
dark stars, black holes, supernova
flames in my tail I see
celestial brightness of my strata
Heavenly bodies you and me
falling star, giant star, dwarf star
my love is quasar-like energy
a bolide of us is not far
Astronomical intensity
alpha centauri,sirius, achernar
encompasses their enormity
unlike pulsars, we are shooting stars*
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:19 AM UTC
Enter—the transitive nightfall
of diamonds.
There are crop circles dancing
in a wave on Neptune,
with corn rows gleaming from
the man on Mars.
Tail feathers toss toward a
flute near Venus.
Fly me like a rainbow
to the nearest star.
Sirius B
has nothing for me.
Anunnaki women want
to dig my scene.
Don’t take me seriously;
I’m bluffing like a rookie
with a pair of queens.
Moon Unit lands with a
Zappa on Pluto.
Yoda on Saturn
plays steel guitar.
Moses rides in on a
doggone quasar.
Captain Trips sleeps
by a medicine jar.
Sirius B has
something for me.
Hot Nibiru babes try
to make my dream.
Don’t greet me furiously.
I’ll drop you like a comet
heading to the east.
Exit—the transitive nightfall
of diamonds.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
In the middle of the forest,
There is a little sun,
Like a dream of every florist,
It’s shine, the night begun.
Hidden in the glowing walls,
Of moon lit petals,
A young star at her night fall,
Within, the heart settles.
A bee who finds sweet pollen,
Hiding with the evening star,
On the emerald ion,
Gazing at the earth’s quasar.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
Neal Cassady
February 8 ,1926 - February 4 , 1968
San Miguel D'Alene , Mexico
Dead from extreme exposure
Four days short of forty-two
Only fitting , next to a railroad track
He had many words to haul back
The wolf sleeps next to the silver rail
Howling at a silver moon that fell
I see here he drove a ******* Cadillac
Through the San Francisco streets
With the top down
Smiling free , it was meant to be
Life is a quasar
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
On the dark side of the moon
The light is always more blinding
One may hear a patterned tune
But Sol is no less binding
In the deepest black remains a torrent
Energy flows in all directions
A pulsing eruption of active current
The source of all of life's connections
Forces infused in superb creation
Energy powers our vivid dreams
Seen in a bright fiery demonstration
Found at backbone of cosmic seams
And every blistering binary star
Energy pumping from a quasar bazaar
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
clicking teeth
rattling breath
veins too small and cramped lungs
spindly ribs and spiderweb lips
you wake up
sunshine on your face
lazy smile lazy voice eyes squinted
why can't I be happy like you?
you taste like ozone and i have traced the knots on your ankles
and the hole in your chest
for hours
revising calculations
compiling a chart
mapping your unknown spaces to find the real distance from you to me
not in the light years from your mouth to mine
but thoughts
memories
four thousand six hundred fourty four instances without me
that void is infinite
your mouth is full of flies
your brain is a quasar with no light on the horizon
there is nothing left of you but bones
and a nest of veins and arteries with your heart stuck in the center like an egg
your wings are melting
you've flown too close to the sun again
wax tattoos you poppy red in drip
drip
drips
how could i forget you?
your parabolas
your rosy cheeks
and the weight of you
how could i forget?
you have no solution
(i could help you find one)
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 9:55 PM UTC
I desire to enfold you in my adoration
My senses are enslaved to jasmine and your skin, covered in symbols
Please, do not ask me to leave
Feel me open the door to your inner warmth
Elicit sympathetic gyrations, by stimulating your flesh
You lost your innocence long ago
Let me antagonize your lust
Imprison you within my embrace,
Increase the pace of your pulse,
Elevate your heart rate,
Coat your whole body in sweat,
And **** screams from your depths.
The sun will wane in the evening
And we will harvest satisfaction on my bed
And we will rise like the moon,
and drink the shine she provides
We will remake each other, a thousand ways
And cast our inhibitions out the window,
And get lost in the maze of each others bodies.
You will die, and be reborn, in the flash of a quasar,
We will cultivate and devour the fruits of our joining.
We will set the controls for the heart of the sun
Come rise with me, into the ionosphere,
Do not fear the suffocating void
I will give my lungs to you,
Each breath belongs to you already.
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 1:23 PM UTC
Fairness!
vast, equal ideas that claim to propose the similarity of wave particle to the icecaps!
the relation of a quasar to a trampoline!
the formation of matter resulted solely so that sixty-seven hours of detention could be issued to retain and break the spirit of contradictory efforts!
I heard such fond words about the so-called real world!
a reality measured in it's invisibility!
measured in the lock and chain of binding expressionless touch!
Freedom!
I embrace you as a brother
your words and games fit me so snugly!
drag me into false kingdoms!
I am willing!
your vapor trails, I find intoxicating
your summers, endless
I renounce all desire to move anywhere but up and into your ever-seeing heat gaze!
whose red stare coats the sky and ground
your primitive, machine gun logic
I am pierced by your omnipotence!
you claimed my brothers, now claim me!
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 11:23 AM UTC
The Birth Of Gaia
"The changes themselves are already under way for quite some time. They are energetic changes, not so much on a physical 3D level. The Hunab Ku wave signal, on its way to Earth aka Gaia, will open a Stargate. The wavefront will get here by the end of 2012.
In physical terms Hunab Ku (Hunab Ku aka Perseus aka Ouroboros, the Milky Way Serpent who swallows its own tail) is a quasar radio source, also known as Sagittarius A, 'weighting' about 4 million suns and so 40 million kilometers (or 2 light minutes) across and about 25,627 lightyears distant from the core of the Earth.
The changes will result via energy Matrix changing not the planet itself. Gaia's ascension is interdimensional, not physical.
Changing the rotation and inertia of Earth (geographic pole shifts,..etc) could easily destroy the planet. The higher dimensional envelope is changing (subtly seen in environmental changes).
Energy shift is slowly displacing the old Matrix - this is the ascension. By 2013 it will complete the reconfiguration. Old humanity will be "forced" to either adapt or go crazy. The less "dense" reconfiguration will enable the ET (extra terrestrial ) contact by then. Until that time, ET will only be seen as plasma (white light, orbs..shadows of 4D).
There will be a pole shift....but at the center of the Earth. Its a dimensional 'Opening' or Rupture of spacetime itself as a 'SelfIntersection', of geometry. The wave signal will than bounce back and begin transmitting all the gathered data from Noospehre aka Akashic Records aka... to the entire universe."
THE COUNCIL OF THUBAN
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
I, who is staring at the night sky,
Wondering if everything will be fine.
Beautiful stars made the evening bright,
Will never be the same without the light.
The beauty that caught my attention,
Feeling of emotional connection.
I wanted to give it my affection,
And relieving the ferocious corrosion.
Shining bright as the quasar,
Can be seen, even though it is so far.
Having the uniqueness of a pulsar,
No one will ever be on par.
Things that remained unknown.
The universe that which has grown.
More mysteries that are yet to be known,
Like the history of the pre-historic bones.
You, who are zooming like a shooting star,
Started the throbbing of my heart.
You are turning into a neutron star,
Pulling me closer like a magnetar.
The world that has no reverse.
Started changing after the converse.
One's known as the universe,
Has now split into a multiverse.
Jun 4, 2022
Jun 4, 2022 at 12:52 PM UTC
Suppose you got a quasar for a pet,
And brought it home,
To play with your pet laser,
But your mice,
They stole them both,
(They got out of their cage,
I don't know how,
But I know they're wicked smart,
You'll see)
Then they ran into a tower,
With the laser and the quasar,
Where you couldn't get them out
Because the laser gave them power,
To keep you far away,
Then they made you bring them cumin,
All the cumin you could find,
Soon the tower was so full,
That there wasn't even one
Indian restaurant in the town,
That could cook a single dish,
Soon the tower got so full
That the mice began to sneeze,
So they knew they'd have to fly
With the laser and the quasar,
To some other place,
Maybe outer space,
Or Greenland,
Or Albania,
Or someplace that I can't spell,
But right now my one good hand can't type,
So I must go,
Sigh,
Bye.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
Limbo
Black hole quasar pulsar star meridians oblique oracle messages from beyond the lost between the bureau of the forgotten
Dreams images disjointed some admirably projected on the screen of the mind they tell you a mystery where is the key
Like being in a library books everywhere any subject any topic whatever your taste or fancy but without retrieval how rotten
Space fascinates holds men enthralled the searching of the cosmos the whole of life it has consumed the overly curious
What I’m talking about is if you could take a meteor shower put it in a black velvet bag capture true magic hold for your disposal
Take droplets of rain speak to them and they would obey your voice become for one hour that which you desire most from life
Find the passage to the center of the mountain a gapping cave where a true oracle is beheld divine utterance her real espousal
You take knowledge long hidden disperse it among the most troubled and confused and aura breaks and arches those of need
Life’s dilemmas and contrasts these intangible twisted knotted fields of gloom you touch bows unknown understanding blooms
Course contrary buffeted by unpleasant wind oh to know how to rescind make rays of hope grow in resplendent rows
The common coal fired and pressured over millennia does purist light ignite the mind soul and heart in excitement it consumes
Striation found in the cold glacier this natural marking take from it learn the soul has divine grooves that only play spiritual tunes
This might sound farfetched but one day it will be the norm for Gods family the unexpected the unbelievable your daily life
Now we are in neutral or the drive is mostly in the natural like you build the best house then someone sticks up an eye sore
There is the contrast the conflict your spiritual house shines then your enemy self wrecks and devalues ruination rife
The spirit oracle revealed that the devil wants you as a trophy in a case how nice God wants you but he wants you as family
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 8:43 PM UTC
I want to taste your constellations
Freckling your galaxy
I want to feel
Your sunburst kiss.
Guide my hands
Around your orbit
Where I can drift
For eternity.
I am your satellite.
Your daybreak smile
Constantly in my head
Running revolutions
During my day.
I could get lost
In your cosmic gaze.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 7:23 AM UTC
Let us go see.
what happened since.
We left.
We let.
The wind blow long.
The Orb burn.
Tempest howled.
Poles froze.
Let we take flight.
A small trip.
My ship.
Blue orb.
Look what we made.
Odd creatures they.
Small bodies.
Small minds.
They like big explosions.
And rocket ships.
They seek.
They wonder.
They cannot look inward.
Stars beckon. come
Come children.
Come children.
Their journey is ending.
The journey to dust.
To us .
To us.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 7:04 PM UTC
I want to write about the debilitating soulfulness with which I love you and your broken heart and gentle hugs.
I can't seem to find the words to describe how soft the blue of your eyes is.
I can't find the right bat of my eyelashes to show you what my mind is wrapped around.
I cannot laugh in the right way to express bubbling joy, swelling memories.
My heart aches itself to the size of a quasar, begging to find a word greater than love.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
Wishing upon a kamikaze plane
Dancing in Titan’s rain
We could spend the day together on Hyperion
Never knowing if it’s short or long
Take me to the moons
They may call us loons
No one said we couldn’t swing
From Saturn’s rings
Surprise me with a star
Better yet a quasar
So I can be consumed
In the vacuum of you
I live between the stars
Until the sweet sun reaches out her arms
Slow to open my eyes
As to not wash away all that I fantasize
In my reverie
The galaxy
Is our playground
Mar 22, 2011
Mar 22, 2011 at 9:19 PM UTC
Bright as a quasar -
Your smile, your eyes
Dancing with Orion
Lighting up the night sky
An asteroid of ice
A volcano hot on Mars
Your charm - a true delight
As I gaze into the stars
I've come to find myself
In awe of many things
The wonder of the universe
And the marvelous life it brings
Though we are all made of stardust
From many years ago
In one thing do I trust -
Yours had the brightest glow
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens."
- J.R.R. Tolkien
The irony of it all is the loneliness of a star.
Not noticed in the nebula, she glances from afar.
At her neighbor’s neglect, even in nature of quasar.
The irony of it all is the silence of the owl.
A lot in the gloom it used to hoot and growl.
Prior to the onslaught of looks with a scowl.
The irony of it all is the frostiness of the blaze.
A fire that only freezes surrounds me in haze.
My friends, the flames, their stare a cold gaze.
The irony of it all is a bird that wants a cage.
Astounding is the absence of his own faith and sage.
To acquaint with his habitat, he is afraid to engage.
The irony of it all is a knight with no one to save.
To issue a kind aid, insignificant it is to crave.
So the importance of his ideal is dug into a grave.
The irony of it all is an unbreakable heart.
Tired of trying, it is an insatiable art.
That Heart’s betrayal splits the soul apart.
The irony of it all is the kissing of the hated.
Love was hostile, but the exes again dated.
And my heartbeat for her was hasped and gated.
The irony of all ironies, a phantom of tangibility.
Roaming amongst humans, champion of inutility.
Is the ghost of an emotion, the dust of heart’s fragility.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 10:46 AM UTC
Puppeteers, mastering strings
Playing with the minds
Of the sentient beings
Like the Q Continuum
Popping in and out in omnipotence
No doubt gods
In their own right
A universal vibrato
Effervescent and bright
Giving each quasar
An enchanted light
The Science of Everything
The Existence of Nothing
Solipsism and narcissism
Drop kick 'em and nark on 'em
But don't let go
It's wondrous out there
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
I... lied
for the first time in my life
a true lie
I regret it
and want to cleanse myself of the guilt
and this horrendous evil
This time
my lie was not a deceiving answer
I saw the pity in her eyes
and I knew that she already had her information
she was trying to confirm it
and i lied.
I. lied.
I didn't even look at her eyes
Like i usually do
I just
looked down and around
She knows
She knows
She knows
I cannot hid it
the guilt will ****** me
but the lie
oh, such a stupid one
but the way she asked me
"is everything alright?"
It made me jump
I knew it would happen
I knew she would ask me
just
not come close and whisper with sympathy
I have never lied before
and this is the last time
i will lie
the guilt is unbearable
and
I cannot keep it from her
but also
I don't want to do anything stupid
but the only way to clean this guilty
feeling off
is to tell her
I will not lie
because the sympathy and kindness
reflected in her eyes so brightly
a quasar would be dimmer
oh, this guilt
it truly is the ultimatum
The way she perked when she saw me
close enough to come bounding to me
then to say a whisper and leave
that just killed me
i wanted to break down and cry my heart out
but i couldn't
not in that place
no..
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
You were a beacon in the cloudy sky,
A little gorging, ravenous black hole.
You devoured us all until we died,
Stripping us down to our trembling souls.
Though your smile shines dazzlingly bright,
Your friendship was little more than a ruse
To bring us closer to your burning light.
Who could stand for such cold, heartless abuse?
Yet I could not bear to be separate
From such a supermassive part of me,
So I dove headfirst—it was too late.
You ate the crumbs of my love gleefully.
You danced from your perch in the glinting night,
And I hoped none else would repeat my blight.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 12:42 PM UTC
the truth is that you are more like a quasar than a lover
you are distant and golden
i ask myself if you will burn me -
disintegrate my being -
if i draw too near you
they say that there are silver linings in clouds
but you are more valuable than any metal
you are more precious than if light had value
and my living was made in ultraviolet
some days you are icy and i wonder if stars can burn in reverse
i'm frozen, but i can't tell if it is hesitation or your wintry eyes
if i never see you again, let it be known
you are more like a quasar than a lover
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC