you can see now
now that the veil has been lifted
and the clouds have cleared
trillions of stars in the night sky
coming into view
for the very first time
it’s then you tell yourself
how they’ve been there all along
yourself previously
buried deep underground
like a dormant seed
waiting to be awakened
october two thousand twenty-three
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they’re talking about us
refractive plants
exhibiting arms
& shoulders
working on
additional features
if you cut them down
will they bleed
if you dig & divide
will they multiple tenfold
there is concern
in the fields
where the alien plants
[in short order]
mimic what they’ve learned
on earth thus far
soon they will be
able to think
soon they will be able
to speak
is it merely a coincidence
that the harvest moon
is scheduled to arrive
any night now
july two thousand twenty-three
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evolution speeding
well beyond the information age
ghosting guns & intelligence
physically & artificially
unleashing imaginations
from century-old masters
ideas created from the cradle
coming back full circle
july two thousand twenty-three
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there is nothing ever new
it has always been there before
whether it be spaceships or dinosaurs
to be or not to be
give me liberty or give me death
what are they but bold proclamations
made by multitudes (of men)
long before recorded history
there is this cumulation of sorts
that continually runs on autopilot
where storms and wars become
even more powerful
nature against man
man against nature (and man)
relentlessly pounding
worldwide peace movements
that somehow flourish surrealistically
century after century
it’s a long way to where I’m going
but chances are once I get there
nobody will ever know
october two thousand sixteen
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there’s no going back they said
speaking omnisciently from
their holier than thou prophecies
their interstellar ambitions
went far beyond
conceptual matter
went far beyond anything
this side of the sun
space travel is like a slingshot
they explained in ancient
texts blown to pieces and
heat-seeking exoplanets
like some uncensored comet
like aliens trapped in human bodies
they continually pray for change
on so many different levels
october two thousand fourteen
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you started out as an idea
and developed beyond creation
abandoning the seed
you thrived in and out of water
sailing beyond mountains and
conquering various realities
you are a like a tumultuous
space rock hell-bent on
reckless behavior and aspiring
to start whole new worlds
you started out as an idea
and evolved into yet another
intelligent species
april two thousand fourteen
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the sun went down
time after time
viewed by synthetic eyes
painted green
computed by plasma minds
learning to change the mood
from elation to blue
the streets disappeared
beneath the earth
giving rise to urban wasteland
man-made armies
evolving into superior thinkers
soon to problem solve
the world’s surrender
october two thousand thirteen
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this old blue jewel continuously
reinvents herself
through orderly chaos
using beautifully destructive forces
to tear herself down and rise again
in unimaginable creativity
she is her own god forever conjoined
with the serene sky
the strands of creation
emitting sparks from her fingertips
fashioning transcendental elements
into a supernatural world
june two thousand thirteen
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this little planet
collects preciousness
from throughout the galaxy
this ring shines
from outside energies
we’ve yet to understand
the established gods
refuse to assign value
for what is worthless
without ending
where would we begin
march two thousand thirteen
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when i was a butterfly
i floated with the best of them
from country meadow
to urban garden
my world an eternal adventure
of technicolor and sound
when i was a butterfly
children chased me with their nets
but my keen instincts
evaded their hopes
of ever capturing the beauty
forever felt in their hearts
when i was a butterfly
every day was like a dream
of first impressions
repeating themselves
toward an expanding evolution
of psychedelic freedom
january two thousand thirteen
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the ancient ocean gave birth
to fertile earth admired from afar
worked by hands never seen
from its soil a new creation evolved
assisted by elements capable
of producing wind and fire
seedlings awakened and stretched
and instinctively sought to reach
the warmth of the outer dome
brown and green gradually gathered
throughout the valley
weaving itself into a blanket
of outlandish color
november two thousand twelve
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gravitational forces
make the world go round
geometrically perfect
and mathematically sound
innocently conceived
of violent explosions
woe are the children
born into a whirlwind
of poverty and starvation
whose land neither spins
nor revolves with beauty
or compassion or truth
sad is the soldier
dying in a battlefield
dark clouds circling above
the beauty of the world
just a passing idea
taught in a classroom
man and his machines
compete for dominance
racing across the skies
and testing mother nature
with all the tangible wealth
this blue jewel can muster
august two thousand twelve
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