"satelitte" poems
Gravity is depressing!
I would rather fly
exchange my shoes for a glide
A million places to go
watch me soar
now life's a bit interesting
blissful flips and somersaults
just at times when I'm quite sad
or just because I can
and you can too.
Gravity is depressing;
Gravity is expensive!
Take my car for instance
the one I see in dreams for instance
Or the stress of sending up a satelitte
a job that 10 flying men would enjoy
So it's a yes for space exploration
Would have been easier if
we all went to Mars sometime
visit Saturn for summer
orbiting around it's many rings
of cos there will be a warning around mercury
I hear you might mistake it for the sun
Gravity is boring!
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
I am just the observer in a foriegn world,
the truth unbeknownst to me,
listening to the news on a satelitte radio of my own creating.
The Inner cities of my heart and soul,
thinking of what I used to and used to not be.
Dreamers, Believers, accidental happenings with the not so acquainted acquaintances.
Fiction is peril, non ficition perilous fiction peril,
sense becomes non sensical, words blurred, heard while reamaining unheard.
Dreamers, Believers, accidental happenings with the not so acquainted acquaintances.
Distasteful, disgraceful, shameful, painful,
to fully understand is to fully comprehend,
actions have results,
condone or condemn, all the while justice cons them,
substitue, excuses, sub conscience, contentious,
Erroneous roots to hidden truths.
Criminal in the subliminal, sublime, sunshine,
fetch boy, new stick old tricks.
Boat for sale, sail boat, same old, all same
Sanity, Vanity is in constant demand, man, michelen stars perahps lost in space
Depraved, beraved, inner cities atlas atlantis, at last this port royal has sunken ship
Saying God saves the Queen in a dream,
fiction is peril, non fiction perilous fiction peril,
never safe, sugar sweet has lost its taste,
estatic ectasy, youths remedy, careful melodies, what are you telling me
Perhaps the aliens, alienated in the same way have been made to fall in love with me
Perhaps the ramblings of a sorry soul, sold, to be heard over the intercom
What do I really know,
a foreigner,
Observing, never really knowing, because I created it all
~Another Dream Deferred
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC