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Baby in Universe Photographic Print

Baby in Universe  ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^



By: Panoramic Images 









The universe holds me,
Gently in it's arms,
Lovingly, with the grace of angels,
Stardust sprinkled upon my tired brow.


The universe holds me.


The universe warms me,
Kindly, with it's luster,
Blankets of billowing clouds,
And whispering winds that feel cool
Upon my heated beads of sweat
Sustained through growing pains
And open wounds.


The universe holds me.


The universe morphs my human frailties
Tenderly, like swirling colors of the rainbows
That shine their golden mist upon the greenest hillsides,
Donning light upon the flowers on its rolling breasts,
Transforming solid ground
To birth the dreams of cherubs' quests.


The universe holds me.


The universe holds me,
In darkest night,
When life has left and all is withered,
Dreams, once shining stars of fire
Now turned to ash by life's demands,
I wake to find the universe,
So devotedly, tucked safely in my hands.


1:02 AM 5/27/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The most important relationship one will ever have.

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Humanity Is...

...the bridge of a soul from what is,
to what is not, and from what is not,
to what might, can, or should, be.


it is a turn of events in the schism
that shrouds the evolution of
the universe in it's momentum
to be empowered or to wither in
time and space, it is an immeasurable force,
both minescule, and prodigious,
and incapable of comprehending itself
in it's relation to the infinty
that holds it's ongoing
destiny...or not.


it is untold potentiality that
manifests itself through the
guidance of all that is,
and queries that surround
existence...or not,
are the pivotal levers that
hold the breath of the universe
in the interims, gently teetering
upon the fulcrums that
balance the stars and planets.


every new question, thought, awareness,
of every human, anywhere upon the earth,
and every spark of emotion or emergence of enlightenment
contributes to expansion or contraction of all that is...
...and all that is not.


and so to ask the question
of 'to be, or not to be?'
is really just a waste of time
as we know it...

...an oxymoron, maybe,

and yet, all questions

refer back to it.




4:18 PM 5/4/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Incarnation of man.

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Snake Eyes

Nature / Folder 1

Cold and icy in the minds of humankind,
A mystery yet unsolved, unseen,
Lying in peacefulness, Pluto's kingdom...like Hades waiting,
Voids that hold the mysteries to man in between
His delusional egoic visions that distort his sense of balance,
Between his covered eyes, his created valance,
From what he cannot bear to shed light upon,
For his fear molds and controls his stance
To see beyond his own perceived glorious dance with the gods.

This veil of his curses he has created to protect his nakedness,
Denied in vain, slyly wooing his heart callous,

As he tests the tepid waters in judgments that define his world
Without hint of what consequences await,
Yet to be unfurled,
This guise has been planted since the beginning of time,
The balance to be shaken, and dwarf planets, so oblivious to him,
Will collide, and alter man's world voiceless, a mime.

Charon will await him, and as the obolus is removed,
The thoughts of evil he created by scales unbalanced within him
Will either change, or seal his doom,
To return would be chance, a matter of course,
Based upon his dreams undreamed,
And the constriction of his thoughts unesteemed,
Blasphemed, and denied,
A lie to the self for the sake of his own pride,
A course untried, for fear of losing his comforts
To the opening of his eyes, falling in desperation by the wayside.

Only one small 'unknown zone' of the universe
Cold, dark and demoted by man,
Holding untold power in his very hand.

7:36 PM 4/25/2013 ©






Author's Notes/Comments: 

About the nature of humans and the dwarf planets. The balance of the universe and the balnce of man within.

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Untold Story

Nature / Folder 1

And on the
eighth day,
the entity
known as
God emerged.

The slumber
from deep within
the universe came
to pass, and beheld
unto time came
what was.

Gazing at the
girdled in all
by the blue
planet and
it's struggle
for evolution.

And in that
wielded all
space and time,
and all
angels, stars,
and planet gods
and goddesses
came forth to
look upon
the blue

for never before
had they been
witness to

Such exquisite
beauty and
gifted into
life, hurling
regard to

in cohesion
with what
they saw,
a strange
and eerie
sense of
rapture ensued.

And balance
was sought,
as the blue
floated to
it's destiny.

Time and space
went on,
and stars
and planets
and all was,
is, as it
ever shall be
to infinity
and beyond.

So mote
it be.

Copyright 2013

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about what we are doing to Mother Earth.

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"The Demons of Man"

I fabricate skyscrapers, piercing the heavens with chrome blades.

I see a world of fire: combusting, incinerating, devouring.


The valleys burn red with blood stained spades,

The universe watching discreetly, towering.



The demons of man ignite the skylines as day bleeds to night,

The structures emitting a silent roar as the stars lay breathless.


The avenues inhale kerosene, reflecting red light,

The cities burn to ash, dying, defenseless.



As the aggregation of starlight coats our landscape with a luminous glare,

The ruins of a million memories electrify the skies.


The fires burn out as the moon is relieved of its empowering stare,

The once amplified street pinned under its arbitrary demise.



Once upon a time, when man walked with man,

I stared in the eyes of a world worth living.


I watched as it twisted, tore, became a cancerous scan;

Mankind destroying itself, relentless, unforgiving.



As I walk under a sun that illuminates a planet encased in sorrow,

Tears fall parallel to light rays.

As clouds float in a boundless ocean, awaiting tomorrow,

I continue roaming, a stranger, in a world astray.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Let me know what you think.



I see a pattern Everywhere:


Circles and globes (three dimensional circles);


Shiny rings of fire.




Countless manifestations of this same shape.


Star-spangled galaxies wheeling through the sky:


That half-globe dome.


Earth, in circular orbit (more or less) around the Sun,


Escorted by the Moon.




Days give way to seasons,


Repeating every year.


Groundhog Days becoming


Groundhog Creations






The list seems endless:


Hopkins’ dapples,


Planets, craters, cyclones, anti-cyclones, sea currents,


Balls, apples, oranges, nuts, potatoes,


Teardrops, heads, faces, eyes, mouths,






Coins, bin lids, and plates;


Sunflowers, daisies, pansies,


Rings of mushrooms,


Circling birds of prey,


A cat curled in a circle,


Like a foetus.




Life as we know it


Is a circle


And a cycle too.




Birth, Death, Blossom, Wilt.






Clock-faced Time itself.




Eternity might be a circle,


Infinity the same.


Maybe even God,


Some way.




Perhaps we still are building God,


For Him or Her to travel back through time


Like Doctor Who


To Create The Big Bang,


And form this expanding Universe,


Thus taking us full circle.




Or maybe the Universe will fold back in upon itself,


Producing yet one more Big Bang,


In an endless cycle,


Of Big Bangs,


Amongst this ever circling






Paul Butters


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspirational I hope.

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Yog-Sothoth: The All In One




Dwelling in the interstices between planes,
Composing the Universe.
Manifestation as a conglomeration,
Globes shifting, flowing into another.


Deity of Sorcerers and Wizards,
Granting them great power
To travel between the planes
To see into a plane through crystal globes.

Commanding various monsters
From distant worlds...

Gifts in return,
Opening the way
For Yog-Sothoth
To travel from His domain.


Tawil at'Umr;
Wishing to travel to distant places.
Being the least malignant
Him unveiled
Causes great sacrifice.


Utterly mad,
Destruction on its path.

The Cult of Ne-Pang
Is a Yog-Sothoth Cult.
Order of the Silver Twilight
The Temphill Cult
Claim this name too.


Power to travel within the planes,
Reaching any other time or space.
He is the Key and the Gate.
Opener of the Way,
Wishing to enter this plane.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the Cthulhu Mythos Deity Yog-Sothoth.

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An Outer Constant


So spake the celestial outlier


in booming and gravitational tones:


Hearken, for I am your only crier;


these are abrasions I have seen and grown!”


What connotations were lost in its haste


to expel its wisdom, we cannot know -


our understanding lacks and in its place:


the ravings of men and their telescopes.


Were it not a voice, but a membrane shook,


hemorrhaging its contents down towards none


and laying its claw to draw in and hook,


anchored by mass at behest of dead suns;


we'd seek to prod its infinite bubble


with mechanical detritus that strays


long after the passing of our Hubble,


while its insight that's accrued shall remain.


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my ode entitled multiverse


Multiverse, amazing space

Spec of dust

Human race

Magellanic clouds

Amazing energy

Created you, me

Increasing endlesssly


Big bang designed

Creation in mind

Perpetual energies

Sustaining electricity

We are electric too

I use mine

Do you?


Dust, explosions

Perpetual motion

Operates everything

Ever changing

Cosmic bretheren

Beautiful; heaven

No hell too

You are living truth

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