"starships" poems
~~~^♡^
black light posters
lava lamps
purple haze
and mega amps
bright **** rugs
in pink and green
long straight hair
or Afro-Sheen
go ask Alice
how time flies
starships blast off
In her eyes
yellow ribbons
in her hair
Vietnam
Scarborough Fair
beaded curtain
leather n lace
brains are gone
without a trace
Mother Mary
let it be
flower power
love for free
you can find
a cause to bend
but it's hard
to find a friend
psychedelic
music blasts
what was "groovy"
now the past
soulsurvivor
5/10/2015
~~~^♡^
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
Star wars
star wars
What's there not to love?
Laser swords
and clone trooper hordes.
The action is thrilling,
the plot is chilling.
And everyone is just plain
badass
Starships and land rovers,
life is all in the galaxy.
The begining is epic,
*A long time ago
in a galaxy far, far away...*
What's more iconic?
Yoda so fly,
ain't no other franchise can try.
Star Wars,
my first true love.
Always wantin' to be a jedi,
destroy all sith
and bring balance to the force.
Almost may 4th,
May the forth be with you
there was 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6
but 7?
you bringin' me to heaven
Star Wars,
is there anything better
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
When things were going great
we'd eat transcendental dinners,
we'd take livers
in rainbow saucers
and ladle them
in tartar sauce
until our mouths
were full of salt,
sometimes we'd go to Thai China
and make interstellar fighters
out of the wise guts
of
cream-colored Starships.
But the nights when we went
to Burger King were the greatest,
we'd have simple dinners:
99 cent burgers
and fries like elephant ears,
we'd sit in our booth
in the corner,
you farting ketchup
out of like
twenty packets
into a red **** pile,
and I farted
like
twenty farts
out of my ***
but I like
simple things;
they are natural
even if they don't sound
that way.
Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 12:27 AM UTC
As you can see now
We've lost two men to Father Time
They were your friends
As they were mine
They both were outlaws
and they lived life their own way
If we had our choice
They'd still be here today
But, I am not the one
Who took them both away
That's all I've got to say
They were our brothers
And they stood here dressed in black
Close your eyes and they are back
They're in the ether
Waiting there for their return
They'll tell us what they saw
And then we will all learn
That life's a circle
And death is no concern
When they do return....
We are all highwaymen
And we all travel different roads
We all bear witness
Carry loads
We will all pass this way
More than once I'm sure
There will be other times
When we meet at death's door
But as for now, I say
No more than evermore
For we will meet again....
Once there were four of us
And the world was our domain
We've gone away
Come back again
We sailed the seven seas
And rode the highway roads
We flew on starships
And we followed our own code
We met the horsemen
And our souls we did unload
And we'll be back again...
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
I've blasted my way
across the entire universe,
a member of a special operations team, we take no prisoners,
leave a wasteland behind us.
Once,
I stopped an alien invasion.
I single-handedly destroyed
an entire nation of grays
from taking over the planet Earth.
I was a hero in the cyborg wars, too.
I blew apart all of their starships,
& even unwired their motherboard.
Last month,
I defeated a whole fleet of pirates,
used my sword to cut body parts
& whack bearded-heads,
sunk a lot of their ships as well.
In fact,
every opponent
I've ever faced,
I've left belly up,
stone cold dead
behind my closed doors.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
PARTY PARTY PARTY
THE MUSIC IS SWEET, AND VERY VERY COOL
YA SEE IT'S VEG OUT MUSIC TRUE AND TRUE
STARSHIPS ARE MEANT TO FLY
SO HIGH TO TOUCH THE SKY
**** ALL YA WANT **** ALL YA LIKE
AND WE PARTY WITH THIS MUSIC CAUSE IT'S REALLY REALLY COOL
OH YEAH, SHAKE YOUR THANG BUDDY
SHAKE IT ****** RIGHT
SHAKE IT IN THE MORNING, AND INTO THE NIGHT
PARTY, UP AND PARTY DOWN
YEAH SHOW EACH SQUAREHEAD WHO LETS OUT A FROWN
THEN TAKE THIS MUSIC TO THE DANCEFLOOR
AND GET A BOURBON AND COKE, AND ***** AND SCOTCH
YEAH THIS SOUNDS REALLY RAD
PARTY PARTY PARTY
INTO COSMIC DREAMING, YEAH MATE YEAH
COME ON MEN TRY AND STEAL MY BEER
I THINK YOU CAN OPEN THE LID BY USING YA EAR
COME ON PARTY PEOPLE TRY A NICE COLD BEER
THEN HEAD DOWN TO THE FAMOUS NIGHT CLUB
HEAR THE BIG BAND SINGING THE XM,AS CAROL
RUPPA PUM PUM
COME THEY TOLD ME, YOU ARE THE OLD ME, STUPID VOICE OF OLD MATE
THE OLD ME, PLAYING COOL FOR MY FATHER, LIKE A DRINKING BOOZING
YOUNG DUDE DOES
I BIT THE TOP OF THE COKE CAN, MAN
AS I HEARD STARSHIPS FLYING IN THE SKY
I YELLED BRIAN, MAKES STARSHIPS REALLY FLY, OH YEAH
SO MUCH, IN FACT THEY'LL HIT THE SKY
BRIAN HAS THE POWER TO LIFT UP A STARSHIP NOW
THEN I SANG THE WORDS OH YEAH, BOW BOW
PARTY PARTY PARTY
I DRINK A COCA COLA SO STRAIGHT
CAUSE ALCOHOL DIDN'T WORK FOR ME
I KNOW I COULD'VE SAID NO, BUT IF I SAID NO
I WOULDN'T KNOWN IF THEY WERE BAD FOR ME, NOW WOULD I
I PARTY PARTY PARTY THROUGH THE STREETS OF CANBERRA TOWN
OH CANBERRA TOWN IN SUMMER IS VERY HUMID
OH YEAH CANBERRA TOWN, CAN CHANGE THE WEATHER
WHEN ONE MINUTE IT'S HUMID THE NEXT IT'S ICE COLD RAIN
AND THIS RAIN ONLY LASTS 5 MINUTES AND IT'S ****** HUMID AGAIN
OH YEAH CANBERRA TOWN, WILL STAY HOT IN JANUARY AND FEBRUARY
OH YEAH WE ALL FEEL LIKE A COLD DRINK IT'S SO FUN
TO PARTY IN THE HEAT OF CANBERRA TOWN
AND WE'LL PARTY PARTY PARTY ALL YEAR LONG
HAVE A NICE COLD BEER TO MY GREAT MATE BRIAN
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
I would like to say
that I know everything
about you.
But sadly, that's not true.
I may know that,
you don't believe in love,
and that body image
doesn't matter to you,
and that you want to have
a love child with Anderson Cooper.
But I don't know the simple things.
We never once
talked about what your
favorite color is.
Or what animal
it is you like best.
I'm not sure what
your favorite food is
or what you like for desert.
I know that,
you like to do math
for fun,
and that you used to be
in little league.
I remember you telling me
you once climbed a mango tree,
and that's time
you found out you were allergic.
I know that you pronounce
'English' with an 'a' at the beginning,
and
"secretly, I bought this song"
when Starships by Nicki Minaj
came on during the school dance.
I know so much about you
more than anyone really.
But I wish I knew
what your favorite color is,
and what animal it is you like best.
But,
it seems a little too late to be asking such simple questions now,
doesn't it.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
Why are all the starships dead
The devil’s eve is a dessert waitress
Making phoenix ash pie
Devour the oasis
And burn to dust
Jun 2, 2011
Jun 2, 2011 at 2:43 PM UTC
The phases of matter all turn into one
When her lips touch mine
It burns like a thousand supernovas
And freezes like the vaccuum of space
The stars spill bright light through the invisble river
That holds no air in the darkness
The cheek of her face brushing mine
Fills me with the feeling
Of my heart when I see crescent moons
I can't wait to float away
Into the bright swirling stars
In the distance
With nobody but you
And maybe when we do that
We'll feel the stars pull us back
Like on starships
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC
Come closer, beckoning
witch finger,
curling, crunching
in shade.
Summon the night
gallery, hanging Homer and Waterhouse as distorted oil
oozing into a
disappearing act.
My feet are a detached movement
upon semi-real
floor of tar-black
tile.
Scraaaaaaaaaping———
Where is the lapel suit
of my Rod Serling dulled
by bad agents of
thrills.
Have him string me
up, a hoisted body settled into daVinci
wings of plain wood and
curvature like a waxy bird's.
The pig's blood waiting
above my head,
Serling signaled
for drama.
I see the false teeth of the planetarium
twinkle, an engulfing omnitheater's
air that I am crucified.
Serling behind the casque of gauze
to young Shatner and wandering
starships of lean men and
the end of this star system into
galactic
odyssey.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Was Mister Spock ever tossed from
Olympus and forced lame in
the heart, a shell that is far
from hollow—what only
a mother could hold.
The bow figurehead, awaiting
corrosion.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 3:01 PM UTC
Today she broke my heart
The pink turned to blue
The lines severed
Repaired with glue
Today she broke my heart
The fool who believed
False love was real
And it was
For awhile
I can't sleep at night...
She found her one and only
Now I'm just one and lonely
I'll sob a tear for you
A selfish gesture
Maybe two...
But that one cut...that one cut...
She gave to you
Dark energy releases the clergyman's thesis
A golden arch to worship your false prophets
Some will ask:
Where are the Starships?
A break from the rhythm
The very wave that produces the symptoms
SNAP!
He's laying with my lover
She is purring under his covers
Today she broke my heart..
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 12:42 AM UTC
Productivity is for the birds
So let's start the pecking order
Zoom like starships, did you know they were meant to fly?
Pop stars tell facts
Let's name my ****
We'll call it Mr. Richard
Too formal?
What about Mr. Pritchard?
I added a "P" at the beginning
P for *****
******* Freudian holiday
A Holy Day of obligation?
I better stop before I get struck with lightning
Blasphemy
Passed to me
Last of me
Squeeze out every drop
Make sure you swallow
It's rude to talk with your mouth full
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 5:14 PM UTC
Lovers trapped
in flourescent corners.
Skin shimmers underneath
loose tees,
beige with the kind of sweat
that blackens
Levi's in the crotches.
Her fingers *****
at his mice-sized ears
which hunger
for the acrylic traps
she lays with her fingernails.
If lips had tongues
his lips would say:
"I've had plastic flesh
and mercury is in my veins
cooling me
until I'm frozen
in the arms
of death."
And his lips never touch
hers:
neck,
breastbone,
cleft-chin,
chapped ear lobe,
crackling scalp,
fracturing spine,
splitting abdomen,
scarred heart.
his are never touched by
hers:
lips.
They finger the hills
of each other's skin:
velvetine,
innumerable,
wet.
Starships beep in the night.
Beep through receivers
from a place against the earth,
but not touching it.
THeir voices are intimate
and not there.
Cries are heard from space
and cradled as breathing
treasure.
Intimate,
but not there.
Their fingers touch each other,
infinitely
and not at all.
He feels her
as the earth feels
remote beeps
in remote intimacy.
Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 9:45 PM UTC
Traveling the world upon your hazzy skies engulfed in lustrous plumbs.
My lusting of your branches carries us across the galaxy, basking in your rays barreling into my solor powered eyes. Astroids plummeting through space to the rythem of our hearts, dancing in robotic trances among our union. Starships orbiting our rings for all eternity to our guide through wonderous star showers, distributing perfectness among a
world unconquerable
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
trolling the doldrums for crumbs of gold
selling old caldrons to witless witches
wearing goblin teeth and dragons blood
earrings from Hot Topic
I languish in the Emo village that is the United States –
Self-serving ******** preserving their precious habitats
while habitually encumbering the global ecology
drinking biodegradable Starbucks in Buick Escalades
escapade-ing ***** raiders afraid of Mercury in retrograde
staying clear of the mayhem
and playing fear propagating madman
I stoke wildfires with gasoline
prodding the populace into premature *********** –
poorly formed ideas the norm
the scorn for the figureheads shows on the shoreline
boorish oarsmen, moored, pour their kerosene blood
onto the floor…. Sure,
pure Fuerer fodder, but newer shoes
were never shod
and the godhead faces west into the sunset –
druidic fluids escape wiccan slits
as the children of the Azure seas never get to be born
Pleaedian starships collide inside Antarctic subterranean dwellings
indiscriminate shelling of uninhabited caverns
as ravenous reptilians eat the jaw muscles
and left eye sockets
of organically fed Dairy cows…
espoused louse houses in Fall fashion blouses
trounce the infirm in clown shaped bounce houses
again, the sin goes unnoticed
as the blood of the innocents grants the elitists
another thousand years of power –
The tower on the hill still shines in the moonlight
on the 5th night of delighting the religious right…
mighty flightless birds self-assured and fed
on bramble burrs
purr at the sight.
bodies strewn all askew;
the moaning few with skin turning blue
true to the stories of old
as lack of oxygen blends with the biblical beast mark
and staving for air the impaired dare not to ask for Jesus aid…
instead they lay, waiting to be saved –
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
It was summer's bleeding
whether on dried grass
or straw
or whatever you want to call it
soaking
Sweat from pouring instruments
that we would give
Hands outstretched to our counterparts
our falling stars
That gave shape to our words,
our turns, our learned behavior
Static kisses, that were such the darling fantasy
My, empty vase of colored strings instead of tapestry
You've, been, watching me.
Our hauntings seas, my gallantries.
Shining armor on my eyelids
Painted faces, flying starships
All my heartstrings into
Static kisses, that were such the darling fantasy
My, empty vase of colored strings instead of tapestry.
I heard that when you walk on past those doors
You're followed by the man that you had left
behind so long ago, when you began to notice,
Those silhoettes, those heated scents
That greet us from a hand to hold
A cheek to kiss, a face to miss.
We all adore the hopeful mountains in the distance
We all have planned our mansions in the distance
Grasp the walking stick and for an instance
Plan to have our mansion in the distance
But you and I
We were such the sudden contemplative types
Your icy eyes, the daisy type of deeper maybes, for a moment.
And let me tell you, it sort of strikes me how this conversation's been
such a smooth and gentle river stone for skipping
classes, distracted, by the way your eyes reflect so well this fire
stirring in my soul like sparks that rise up towards the sunset.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
I am many things.
Mostly,
a beast of burden.
I am everything.
Mostly,
painful consciousness.
I am pain.
I am detriment
to my own health,
as well as
I am detriment
to my others.
What do I want?
Alexandria fell.
For what more could I want?
Then, may the flame
burn, ad infinitum,
inhale human conquest.
What do I want?
To keep grandiosity
from obtaining starships.
Or,
Just turn to dust,
As is the prophecy,
Happy the motes
ever did arrange.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:33 AM UTC
I am late.
And as I am running down metal halls, past metal doors
hoping that the internal gravity works in my favor,
imagining the force of nearby planets
turning shards into shooting stars,
I remember.
I imagine her sitting alone at the table last night,
wondering why I never came home as I promised.
She’ll have dinner cooked, the finest meat and my favorite beer.
Eventually, she stops waiting.
I seal off the east wing,
watch the right engine hide stars with its last breath,
push men into emergency pods,
watch the shadows of space creep cold into my heart.
The stars have never looked so menacing.
I am late.
She’s dressed in white, form fitting fabric
whose end blossoms like a flower
that cost me two months salary, but it was worth it.
The music plays, apprehensive in her heart
as she imagines me surprising her with late entry.
She practices her reaction in the mirror.
The last pod shoots away,
as I attempt to force the corpse of a vessel
away from puncturing a scar across the land.
The heat of our descent will boil the blood from my hands
before I am sure.
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
Copy yourself,
make something other
a binary you,
in a world
of starships and code
and the fact that death
doesn’t really mean anything here.
Right here,
we don’t need
oxygen or food,
in this world
of falsity and fantasy
and the sweetness of hallucination
that aches behind your body.
Stand still,
headset firmly on
and breaths calm,
a new world awaits your better self
where you forget the depersonalisation
of still always being human.
Copy that,
you’re the captain
of false starships,
hurtling through uncertainty
with virtual reality comforting
you when you realise that
you’ll never be like this.
Another you,
version fifty-three
in a chain,
never changing yourself
or becoming something better
only sticking in mistakes
and pretending like it’s improvement.
Copy yourself,
make another other
for another self,
forget your body
and transmit human signals
to other fake-people
who tell themselves aching stories
of a reality
that we daren’t change.
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC
We are all puzzle pieces
to some grand picture,
a scheme made just for us,
before the big bang,
before our parents
had dreams about us.
Can we, do we
see it more clearly
from table level,
six inches,
eight, maybe
thirty thousand feet,
from beyond
the stratosphere?
Eternal questions will
continue to haunt
our hearts,
our minds,
our bodies,
our souls,
the very essence
of our
sacred-beings.
I want to fly,
soar forever with Eagles,
ride starships,
view the wonder & splendor
of the the part I play,
my piece,
through a crystal kaleidoscope,
carried on the back
of my guardian angel.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
I dreamed I saw a field of Golden Starships
A crowd with suitcases standing by
For those first come to those first served
Heading for a new home in the sky
Like animals escaping from a flood
They were lined up two by two
Some for adventure some have just had enough
With no earthly idea of what they should do
There were those in their families there to wave their goodbyes
With only precious moments left
I know it's just a dream but I'm still curious
As to the last thing that they said
With the ships loaded down and the countdown begun
I knew it was time to leave
As I opened my eyes to the new mornings sun
Waking up from my dream
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
//// ::::
•
<>
(•) (•)
••
Yes
It's you
•
After all has been done
After the mutant thoughts no longer linger
••
I recall
that you'd say
that you would
Always remember
••
And the drizzling rain
the San Francisco
Honeymoon
The stars and starships and the sainted evening
••
(Yes
You)
•
We are still free
We still choose
We do not have supernatural powers
•
We have all the power we need
• •
Youth
Come
Into the forever
That lingers
•
That must linger
••
We linger
We stay
•
We must stay
We must keep the children safe
this we must do
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
Night's tucked me in
Its soft wool blanket
The stars have kissed
My tears away
I lie here ready
And awaiting
For the end of
This life's day...
*Sing to me, oh my Savior!
Sing to me, oh my soul!
I am through with
All my hardships
My life's tale
Has been told.
I am waiting
For a rising
My final rest
To so acquire
I let this flute of
Bones go silent
I see Chariots of Fire.*
I have moved
10,000 mountains
In this life I've
Walked the earth
And if you're counting
The equator
I have run
Its very girth.
I have seen
10,000,000 starships
Taking off
Behind my eyes
I have heard
The screaming
Children
I have witnessed
Hell disguised...
[chorus]
If you don't think
There is a devil
Look into the
Face of fear
Look into a
Mother's eyes
When her children
Go to war
Look into the
Maw of "justice"
Jingoistic
Jaundiced JOKE
See the planes
Of Hiroshima
Cast The Bomb and
*SMELL THE SMOKE
[chorus]
**BRIDGE:
I lie here with
My blood a'soaking
Into barren,
Rocky ground
Soon the Rose will
Be a'growing
The sweetest e'r
To be found...***
SøułSurvivør
(c) 6/27/2017
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC
You ask how much I love you
And then you ask once more
And so my love I'll tell you now
As I did once before.
I love you more than flowers love
The rising of the sun
I love you more than horses love
The plains on which they run.
I love you more than eagles love
The currents way up high
I love you more than rainbows love
The droplets in the sky.
I love you more than fishes love
The sea in which they swim
I love you more than sea birds love
The waves on which they skim.
I love you more than moonbeams love
The planets as they turn
I love you more than starships love
The void through which they burn.
I love you more than Paris loved
Fair Helen's days in Troy
I love you more than any girl
Has every loved a boy.
I love you more than Shakespeare loved
The muses in his verse
I love you more than rich old men
Love money in their purse.
I love you more than yesterday,
And every day before,
I think that when tomorrow comes
I'll love you even more.
Although you see I love you much
One thing I must confess
I love you so much more than words
Could ever help express.
Forever Yours,
Noah
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:26 PM UTC
Wasted time
And curfews
On the march
To see another
Horizon
Counting on
Starships or suns
Waiting to fall
Like a ticking
Explosion
And I know
The next day
Will bring
Silence
May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 12:47 PM UTC