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2019

you take my heart with you.

sweet talker.

midnight moon.

I know she doesn’t lie when I lie awake.

I hope she will measure the nights between us.

we already have too much space and she has so much more.

she is further from me than you

but still sometimes

she sings me to sleep.

is that a promise?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 9/26/19

From 300 writing prompts

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Escaped Through the Wormhole

Turning in the worm tunnel
          the lines
      unraveling
            while I’m time traveling,
I hear a ringing something in my gravity-------------stretched
ear, my spaghettified fear [look it up]
I’m near
a complex effect
yet, my ship is long wrecked,
we were connecting the sectors,
we are stardust collectors.
Too bad we neglected our trajectory
didn’t correct it to victory,
now in a strictly forbidden wormhole
hidden within another dimension,
and just outside lies the elemental
nectars of divine planets
crammed in with
Neodymium & Neon
refracting towards far out fronds
of a galaxy beyond
Earthen sight
where light
is nearly gone
and gear-ran peons,
machines confined to geo-mines for eons,
have the rights of three delights,
drill, collect, and protect
this best tech for light years,
if blessed I’ll retrace my place in space
and free these spiritless slaves from
~Here~
I tear through time without steering,
barely aware of the immeasurable treasure
that I’m missing, still not sure if
the Magnetic planet will remain static
or have some dramatic impact as it’s attracted
towards reactive iron cores.
My doors are floored.

 

Keeping my cool
              while I sail through
              this wormhole
that pierces the fabric
of everything,
not totally certain,
if this is my closing curtain,
‘cause I’m only Carbon,
lonely and starving,
funneling and spiraling
the tunnel keeps turning,
eventually I’ll be burning,
I don’t think I’ll be returning
Home.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'm still out here ~ Send Help!

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Hands of time

It seems like only minutes pass

And then you are gone

Into the nothingness

That surrounds me when you are away

 

Our hearts fleeting moments

Seem to go by in the blink of an eye

  

Our desire for one another’s touch

Is only enjoyed in intermittent flashes of time  

 

How we both desperately want to reach out

And take hold of the hands of time

And use them to bend and mold

The very fabric of time and space

 

Into a continuous shared moment

Within our very own place

Of timeless existence

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As I float through space…

As I float through space…

 By jfarrell

 

I can only say “WOW!”; and, cry;

Our planet looks so beautiful; so blue;

So much water… So much green;

I cry, over and over;

So much TRUE beauty;

How could I not cry like a baby?

 

I am being crushed;

All oxygen, all my life;

Sucked from my body; but,

Damn, Earth is SO beautiful;

If this is to be the last thing I ever see

 

Let me float through space;

Forever.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i'm floating round my tin can

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Algol

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Poetry

Algol; red star of light

Shining upper bright.

Eclipsing binary star,

Beta Persei B

Beta Persei A

And being the third star:

Beta Persei C.

 

Algol meaning ghoul;

Translated as Demon.

Evil reputation

Of all stars in the skyline.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Aldebaran

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Poetry

Alpha Tauri:

Red or orange star.

Constellation Taurus,

Being really, really far.

 

Aldebaran:

The Demon-Star.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Billion Dollar Beast

Near dead on some moon of Dakar
dying ship, Dark Scar,
Pushed it too far
to make myself Tsar of a distant Star
went hard in the spar 
against the blue cat crew from ‘Avatar’,
fighting fist to tail 
I refused to wail
when they beat me senseless,
I was defenseless
still on the fence about this,
and pissed that I missed
  Their Leader
a man of strong cedar,
a cat-people believer,
with equal brain & brawn
that motha fucka, James Cameron,
on his shoulder sat a Tamarin,
a monkey with an iron lung 
fluent in Mandarin which it sung
quite beautifully,
and here I’m stylin’
my hair with my blood
coagulated crud,
sort it out in the suds of the swamp
that flooded the house of the Swami 
Himself,
James Cameron.
 
Swam up
Went in
my head began to spin
such a terrifying thing
to see a skin pinned to the wall
about to fall 
into the bin,
maybe it belongs to his twin
otherwise the sin that is crawling
in the corner
is no ordinary 6’2” cockroach,
be very wary of its approach
it has coached a team of camera-men,
That Beetle Thing is James Cameron!~
 
a creature that's a preacher 
to not be a leecher,
rather a teacher, a dissector, a connector,
a cheap collector
of stolen storied nectars,
The Director,
Billion dollar bar-raising specter
 silly elder holding a scepter, 
at last my confession, I am now a defector,
a protector, caught in the messiest obsession,
the Tamarin and Him want Armageddon,
I dare not question  their progressions, 
driven demons need professions,
destructive depression
constructive expression
he’s after ascension,
just look what he’s done,
he’s fucking James Cameron~
fin.
 
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Random fun musings about a vile adventure with the Beast himself ~ hahahaha Carmelo

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Wats wrong

I feel something new up in my bones,

Some new heat between my toes,

My pubic hair has grown in,

My baby hair has grown thin,

My Steven Tyler chick says she don’t love me,

Say my balls don’t swing past her knees,

She say my hands hold too much heat,

And my locs have too much soul in between,

My, my, my, ego be, patron(-n)izing,

Gangstaraptalk gives me the freedom that I need,

When she grab herself, look me in the eyes and say she not horny for me,

Im stuck in a rut,

My wool feels like satin when she lay with me,

He lays his head on my soul while he bathes in heat,

My hands cover their bodies, give them instant ecstasy,

Giving them vibes they never felt before,

While my energy is getting drained,

People emptying their souls to me,

I wonder if they do it knowingly,

Do they feel me grounding their energy under their feet,

Do they feel a sense of healing after talking to me,

I am creating new bible verses,

Telling everyone the truth is in their veins,

Creating super-duper villians,

Now I can go insane,

I miss my daughter,

Now I can go insane,

I see her face when I close my eyes,

Now I can go insane,

When I was lost in the desert,

I saw a knife in my back,

Now im having flashbacks,

And now I don’t recognize myself,

Who is this person crying out for help,

Im on my knees now,

God please don’t turn me to salt for looking back,

''Wats wrong, wats wrong'',

When I sit and think, 

I cant feel my feet,

Im floating on a nimbus,

And wishing you were me,

And that I was you,

Wat is wrong? Wat is wrong?

I know the truth.

 
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The Formless Son

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Star Crusher Prime

It no longer has a true form;

the original was absorbed by the hatred

that became the imprisoned soul,

The child locked in the depths of sorrow

and chained to the walls of darkness.

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