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Sunday, June 19, 2011
The Nexus....
We never know when the age dies, we just wake up one day and realize-- it's over with-- and it's never coming back. Ever.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Letter to a Star...
Letter to a Star...
a letter to a star, the poet wrote
as it peeked at the poet
from around the moon
a letter to a star, the poet wrote
as the lass gave him an eye
from the woodsman's fire
a letter to a star, the poet wrote
as the fire turned to embers
and the flames died down
and the earth, it glowed
and resembled the star,
of which the poet wrote...
Dear Star, (wrote the poet)
Why so far? I am here on earth, and I have no flying car, that can take me to the moon, and from there catch a lunar bus, to where me and you can become an 'Us'. Why so high, Bright star? My eye can barely see, but a prick o' light in my eye, and a dream in my heart, that poets and stars can meet in the ether, and fly just as fast as stars so far. To play around our moon and the moons of other places, to visit other galaxies and view other faces, the poet and the star were not made for a single planet. Yes, a poet and his star, and all the love they can make, those love-makers, love-creators; those star-born, star-like creatures. And now I must go, there is a knocking at the door I believe it is the star, she has come from afar, and I think she brought a snickers bar, and we shall go a roaming, where no farmer ever could, and no earthling ever should. A trip to the moon, and from there, who knows- maybe wherever the solar wind blows. A poet and a pen, a star and her poet, make rhyme in the night, and the constellations show it.
The poet,
November 24th, 2010
11:25pm
Among the Savages of the Earth and the Aliens from the Moon...
here I stand, an Alien From the Moon, among the Savages of the Earth....
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