Je vois le ciel noir, je vois Neptune.

Les planètes dansent, tourbillonnent !

Je vois les étoiles, je vois la lune.

La lumière du soleil qui résonne !


J'entends la mélodie des comètes ! 

Et le silence des trous noirs. 

J'entends le vide, sachansonnette ! 

L'univers danse au rythme des cauchemars.


Je suis dans ma chambre. J'ai froid. L'univers chante.


J'entends le requiem des étoiles mourantes !

Reliquat de somptueuses géantes

Je vois l'éternité dans ma voie lactée.

Je sens l'hypnose de sa spirale me gagner.


Je vois le vide. J'entends le noir

Je suis dans ma chambre, j'ai froid

L'univers chante pour moi.


Qui de la belle fleur ou de la rustre graine ?

Eclaira l'esprit d'un certain Darwin

Et comme un puissant coup que l'on assène 

Fit sortir le raisin de la vigne ?


Qui, de la méduse ou de l'hermine

Posséda en premier l'opsine

Découvrit les couleurs de l'arc en ciel

Et donna à la Terre son étincelle ?


Qui, de l'amibe ou des derniers hommes

Brûle la forêt, massacre l'oeuf encore chaud

Chasse l'hermine et inventa Dachau


Consume la planète, leur mère

Celle qui les a vu naître tendre

Et les verra disparaitre dans la cendre.

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Science = Hope

Dry your eyes the phoenix has risen

Science dictates and has given

Progress toward our perfect reality

Baby steps taken in actuality

It's hard work gethering the evidence

Setting the stage to measure the incidence

So we can rely on our knowledge base

To know for sure that's certainly the case

That i believe the solutions are there

Proclaiming it loud i have no care

So be patient folks it may be slow

But the truth on us it will bestow.

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Wild Fire

Poisons of breath simulate symmetrically,

as it detoxifies the infinity of darkness.

Mesh my lunar twin so that spontaneous combustion repels your light.

I can then wither its infinite particles to a dream;

provoking madness.

Its pull fires a wild intoxication,

masquerading the needed desire.

Make it a disaster so that all cannot see, hear nor feel the realities.

Let it burn its course through receptive endeavors whilst channeling fixated unknowns.

Let it be the villain.

Let it be what astral plane calls- love

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The Mystery Beyond

He stares down at me with hundreds of blinking eyes

I stare back,

Mesmerized by the mysteries he holds dear


The damp blanket beneath welcomes me.

The green claimimg my fingers,

my toes

Begging me to remain


I see his eyes coming down on me,

Lifting me, 

Telling me he wants to show me,

Show me his secrets


He lifts me.


I meet with a blakened curtain,

His eyes have gone

I am alone,

alone in a pool of darkness


I hear his voice

A tiny whisper in my mind.

He tells me to come,

says he wants to show me


The black curtain follows wherever we go.


He tells me he has nine children

Nine who are so different.

He wants me to see


He says he has a favorite,

He says he is beautiful,

He says he has the bluest of eyes,

And skin like oatmeal

He says I have met him


I see the other eight

I am in awe 

I want to know their secrets

I reach out,

they are too far


The air feels funny,

My eyes feel heavy,

I open them and find the stars above,

My coat damp from the green carpet beneath,

My fingers buried in it

I realise then,


I HAVE met his favorite

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Pretty sky

Full of lights


What delights

Live out there...


Stuck down here

In my bubble

Best I got

Is the Hubble



Magic here

Magic there

Pondering why and where

Did it start...


Did it begin

Does it end

Who knows

Where or when

Life goes to...


We are all

Made from stars

Even dust

Even Mars

Natures way...


Science shows

Magic too

Even logic

Falters through



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Science is Magic

Science is magic.

Scenery made the people.

Magic is self-evident.

Understanding magic is another matter.

Another matter is my magic.

The People are the world.

I know what else is here and why/that you don't.

Nobody gets to disney except via me.

If you wanna goto heaven, you gotta go through wheel.

And I am the devil's magic.

Existance is proof.

The world is havingness of all the makings for a horror film plus a sessame street paint job.

I am Reality.

Hunter Reon Barnes,

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Periodic Table


Periodic Table: The Elements of You & Me©




Kyla Bingham (Written circa September-October 2011 – modified January 25, 2012)






You can call me helium cuz I rise above.


Iron shouldn’t float, but that’s exactly what I do cuz I’ve got a core of pure gold, and it’s overlaid with love.


Breathe that in, I’m oxygen, breathe so deep, you think your lungs’ll burst.


Now add two atoms of hydrogen, cuz I’m all you need to quench your thirst.




But you played fickle and jumped around on me like mercury daring to make my temperature rise.


So I was forced to bury you deeper than silver, I had you all the way at the earth’s core and still wasn’t done cutting you down to size.


What’s that? Now you’re crying—eyes looking like I threw chlorine in your face.


You messed with me and honestly, you woulda been better off eating arsenic—cuz I’m about to chew through you faster than a moth does old lace.




I coulda built you up strong like calcium


But you crossed me. So now I must crush you—leave you crumpled like aluminum.


Why’d you hafta go step outta line?


I didn’t wanna cut you this deep and leave you burning from being doused with this verbal iodine.




You’re faker than breasts of silicon,


Weaker than Superman on an IV of krypton.


You’re so all over the place; I think you best ask “doc” to up your dosage of lithium.


Lord knows I can’t deal with your erratic ways so we can’t go back and we have no future—not even if you had a Dolorian and plutonium.




People like you will never change; wouldn’t help if y’all were made of copper & nickel.


So it’s my job to slice you outta my life and cut you down with a decisive swing of my linguistic sickle.


After that, I freeze you ‘til it burns, like liquid nitrogen, then leave you teetering on the brink.


And just when you think you’re safe, I’ll shove you off the edge, watch you shatter, observe as you rot in the pit of despair until like sulfur you begin to stink.




Did you really think you could compete and outclass me? I’m a flawless, priceless diamond; that much is obvious by my sparkling wit.


Whereas you? You’re just cheap zirconium—purely counterfeit.


You’re a washed-up has-been, a dingy peon.


I’m a glowing marquis for all the world to see—flickering, flashing and lighting up the night like a sign of neon.


My mind is full, it’s a forged steel trap, and stronger than galvanized titanium.


You’ve got nothing of worth to share—it’s so hollow it echoes inside your cranium.


And if these words have been harsh, I can’t and won’t apologize—this is my manifesto of feelings and emotions—there’s simply no stopping or combatin'  ‘em.


Besides, why would I even want to fight it? Not when every utterance I make is unadulterated truth and my tongue’s drippings are liquid platinum.




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The Sentient Serendipity

I dont remember how long ago it was, that we, who came before you began this enormous odyssey. Things were simple back then, you put yourself together from all that was around you in the most efficient way you could and then you would get a glimpse of what was beyond. As you began to explore this "beyond" You would find more materials and learned better ways to use them. Some of this things would hurt you but every once in a while other things would come that made you stronger, bigger and suddendly you could remain longer in this new place. Thats when it happened... Thats when suddenly we knew there was more out there, and we wanted it... we wanted it all.


Progress was slow at first, building ourself from the limited materials around you wasnt easy and sadly after we did figure it out, we would deform soon after, in so undoing our work. This was one big problem... We needed to find a way to pass on what we had learned after we inevitably deformed again. Luckily more of us began to form and eventually one of us found a way to not only record all that we had made, but to also be able to improve on it later on. We had invented writing. We now had a way to fully explore the beyond. No longer did we have to try so hard to reform ourselves, because now we not only remembered how to, but we began to help eachother form. We were forming so fast and easily, that we began to try knew ways of forming and soon realized that some forms where better than others. Before we deformed, we had the duty to find eachother and trade our ideas so that all our hard work would remain long after we deformed.


This suddendly became a competition, of trying to figure out wich was the best way to explore this beyond. Not all ideas where bad, as a matter of fact, there were thousands upon thousands that were all good and great ideas. Eventually all these ideas began to take different directions from eachother. Even though all of them were a way to adapt to this beyond. They began to start conflicting with eachother and thats when things got out of hand... In our need for more, for finding the best way and for being the best in this competition. We created something that made the beyond a sweet and sour place... We created violence.


We needed to be bigger, stronger, faster so we started to band together. This was the fisrt step that will unexpectedly lead to you. As we began to work together we found out that there was even more than we could have ever imagined. Upon realising this we became obssesed to see if this was true. This obsession was a gift and a curse, and its one that you are very familiar with. This idea of working together to create a vessel so complex, so larger than anyone of us had ever imagined started a new age. An arms race to be more precise. This "great beyond" was expensive and so complex that we each began to take different roles in order to make this vessel work. Some of us were in charge of processing and distributing materials around the vessel, others were in charge of navegation, danger alert and damage repairs. The bigger we became, the more of us we were and the more jobs we had.


Suddenly we began to lack the resources we needed to continue our progress. Thats when we took violance to the great beyond. Some where merely content with progress while others were finding new ways to destroy and consume the resources that others had gathered. Things continued like this for a long time, competition was fierce and the great beyond was a dangerous place in itself. But these challenges made us stronger... and also killed others... Nevertheless It is because of this that we begun to see more, hear more, feel more and of course think more... Think more... Thinking is such a strange thing... And yet it is because of this, that we had come this far.


We want more... more of this that you call "life". And the only way to get more was by thinking... We thought it, we tried it, and we continue to do this to this very moment. What was worse was the more we thought the more there was of this beyond. So some of us decided that perhaps, thinking was going to get us ahead of the rest of the competition. So we began to invest large amount of resources, and there began to be more of us, whom sole purpose was to think. We continued to do this until the most unbelievable thing happened. We somehow created you... Believe me when I say we did not do it on purpose. You just happened...


We are not saying that you are a bad thing. However you seem to be quite unstable as we are still trying to figure out how you work. But nevertheless you are unbelievably useful in our quest to explore the great beyond. There is just one problem... You dont seem to know what we know, and believe me, we know a lot. But its because of this inability to comunicate with eachother, that is the problem. You seem to be just like us when we first started and its because of this you had to start all over again. Do the same mistakes we did, learn the same things we already know.


You seem to be exactly like us... Having this hunger to learn and be and do, this obssesion for more. If you ever wondered why that is you can blame us... but maybe you wont blame us. I mean after thousands of years you have just barely even learned we existed. And even then you look down upon with condescending eyes. You think we are simple... You dont even believe we can think... Hell, even some of you have this unbelievable fear of us... I find all this very frustrating because... WE ARE YOU.


Dont get me wrong it's not your fault... We know as little about you than you do of us. Well, actually we know everything about you... We do, because if we didnt you wouldnt exist. The only thing we dont know about you is why and how you exist. But then again so do you. I find it weird, both when you dont know we exist and when you study us. You call it "biology"... "Human anatomy"... You call, us cells... Let me put in perspective how awkward this is. You dissect a goats brain in order to see it, feel it, understand it. But the only reason why you can do this is beacuse you have a brain yourself in order to accomplish this... So let me get this straight, you have a perfectly functioning, super complex brain. But you dont know how it works or know what it looks like... YOU NEED A BRAIN IN ORDER TO STUDY A BRAIN TO KNOW WHAT A BRAIN IS... We know what a brain is, we designed it... we are it.


Maybe now you can understand the dilemma? Sure you can discover things we could never have, but then again that is why we made you in the first place. But dont think for a second we are simple and we dont think... Who else builds you in the womb of another vessel? Who else makes sure your blood gets pump through your "body"? Who else processes the food that you consume? Protects you from our other selves? Makes sure you stay breathing while you sleep? As a matter of fact we are so in control of your breathing that if you stopped on purpose to the point of harming US we would override you or "make you pass out" so that we can assume full control and stop this madness.


By the way, what is this bullshit of wanting to kill yourself?! I am well aware of the challenges that the great beyond can bring forth. But how dare you "think" that all our hard work, no longer matters. Unlike you WE DONT SLEEP, as a matter of fact, you need to sleep so that we can perform very much needed maintanence. Your "dreams", they are nothing but simulations that we run in order to experiment in a harm free reality. They dont make sense? Thats not the point. Were else can you fly like a bird, Fall from tall buildings, get stabbed multiple times by someone or something and later wake up just fine? Some of these may be "nightmares" but we are not afraid to experiment because we are not the ones who dont know that, whats happening is not real.


We do all this to make you better, keep you safe and make sure you last longer in the great beyond... or "life". We give you dopamine to make you happy when you do something good to further our cause. And cut you off when you dont. We let you know when its time to eat and go to the bathroom. Because lets be honest, if we didnt do that, you wouldnt know. You wouldnt even care! Thats why we had to make "love", or the release of dopamine when you think of a specific person. Hell if we didnt make sex feel so good you probably wouldnt even bother with it! and even then you create condoms and spermacide to prevent the creation of other vessels. On top of that you hate us because we store excess energy that makes you "fat", just so when a time of need, you have a fighting chance.


Look... we are not perfect... We make mistakes, and sometimes cause you problems. But we dont do it on purpose... And its thanks to you and what knowledge you have been able to discover about us that we have been able to save lives. Both yours and ours. Your even getting to the point where your learning to write our code which you call "DNA". Perhaps your ideas is just what we need to maintain our advantege. Together we can get better... I show you and you show me... Its only a matter of time before we can talk. Your already acting like us... working together to make a "spaceship". Making your own vessel to explore a place that would utterly destroy you with out it... Having some of you navigate while others distribute resources, provide maintanence and specific skills.


Like energy, like matter... like matter, like compound... like compund, like cell... like cell, like sentient... like father, like son...

We all want the same thing... We all want... more.


Let's go there, together.



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If we could communicate with cell's, what would we say? what would they?

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