El Dora
Infinity's rainbowScattered flowers
Across the mountain
Mornings sang
Stars smiled
A river flowed
Across my eyes
Broken corners
Of the heart rose.
Children Are People
People are hippies, dope dealers (mostly
business men)
And lonely old ladies and gentlemen
Shipwrecked idealists
ordained by a headless horseman
with muscular flanks
galloping, galloping
in you and me.
Children are people
who are not hippies, business men,
lonely old ladies or gentlemen
or shipwrecked idealists
Children are flowers, trees, butterflies,
birds and bees who constantly keep a sense
of humor and sadness around hippies, business
men, lonely old ladies and gentlemen and
shipwrecked idealists who talk about God (who
might be a business man) with muscular flanks
galloping, galloping in you and me.
Poem for David
The Earth is beautiful
When you see the sun
And smell the air
And plant life
Because you are
The sun and Earth
And a moon child
You are beautiful
Like when you smile
You are alive and growing
As a seed in the Earth
You were born today
And tomorrow you will be
An older gardener of
Corn and strawberries
And I love you
Since you plant life
Bamian Afghanistan
Echoes of Tamerlane, Genghis Khan and
Alexander were found in tourquoise, opal and
Amethyst dreams,
Young vagabonds slept on Persian rugs
Beneath Heaven's green pastures far below
Tall Buddhas on Bamian's plains.
While bright on earth green grass grew under
Falling rain, above the sky lit up dark
Echoed man's last refrain:
'We hail the rains to bring us back to life;
We hail the rains to remove this mortal rule
of knife.' But thunder shouted and sirens cried,
People hurried, they fought and died.
Echoes of Tamerlane, Genghis Khan and
Alexander were found in tourquoise, opal and
Amethyst dreams,
Young vagabonds slept on Persian rugs
Beneath Heaven's green pastures
Far below tall Buddhas on Bamian's plains.
Time Capsule
The cold machines from earth
Travelled as far as they could
And travelled empty paths
Through endless spaces
Filled with myriad stars and
Galaxies
For one thousand years.
It didn't matter, after all,
Since life on earth as men
Had known it was gone
And the men, the intelligent
Knowers and machine-lover makers
Had also disappeared.
The sun never felt a thing
And God remained inside
His big laboratory quietly thinking
About what to do next.
Bulletin
FoOlisH sCiEnCe
Go To SlEep
FoReVeR
tHe UbIqUiToUs NiGhT
iS FuLl Of ScReAmS
iT iS rAiNiNg oN fLoWeRs.
BuLlEtIn:
ThE KeYs To HeAvEn HaVe BeEn LoSt On EaRtH.
iF tHe MoOn Is PoWeR tHe RaVeN (sNoW) iS
DaRkNeSs.
RoAr Of ThE lIoN aNd ThE gEnTlE lAmB
wHo WiLl WiN
sAiD a ChIlD oF nOwHeRe
ThE lIlAcS iN hEr HaIr.
Last Appeal
Atomic madmen
You dancers
Of doom
Leave my Earth
Go live on the Moon
Leave my universe
Atomic madmen
You don't scare me
Boom.
Entry 248
Flying Saucers come from distant worlds.
Dr. Herman Oberth
Something unknown to our understanding is visiting this Earth.
Dr. Mitrovan Zverev
Information is desired if this was some new or experimental aircraft or for any explanation whatsoever.
1949 CIA memo
Reliable reports indicate there are objects coming into our atmosphere at very high speeds and controlled by thinking intelligences.
Rear Admiral Delmar Fahrney
U.S. Navy Missile Chief
The nations of the world will have to unite for the next war will be an interplanetary war. The nations of Earth must some day make a common front against attack by people from other planets.
General Douglas MacArthur
Entry 258
The question is not so much whether there is life on Mars as whether it will continue to be possible to live on Earth.
Unknown
What kind of world is this that can send machines to Mars and does nothing to stop the killing of a human being.
Jose Saramago
I am part of the sea and stars
And the winds of the South and North;
Of mountains and Moon and Mars,
And the ages sent me forth!
Edward H.S. Terry
Entry 268
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
Oscar Wilde
I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.
Og Mandino
We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened.
Mark Twain
Starlight
AnD tHeRe It WaS.
ThE vErY fIrSt StAr.
ThE vErY fIrSt TeAr
Of LiGhT iN tHe UnIvErSe.
StArLiGhT.
Oh WhAt A mYsTeRy
Is HeAvEn
AnD
wOmEn
So LoVeLy
An EaRtH.
By M.L. Squier
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