ASTRAL NAVIGATORS

In the boundless reaches of the cosmos, where the night sky is a canvas of infinitesimal lights, there exists a singular star system, Gaia Nova, distinguished not merely by its celestial beauty, but by the extraordinary society it harbors. At its core, this system cradles a planet teeming with life, a haven of wonders beneath the canopy of stars.

This planet is not just a sanctuary; it is the epicenter of a civilization that has harnessed the enigmatic powers of space and time. Millennia past, a select cadre of beings emerged – the Astral Navigators. Gifted with unparalleled abilities, they command the very fabric of reality, enabling them to traverse the cosmic abyss between stars and the unfathomable depths of ages.

The Astral Navigators are no mere travelers; they are the life force of their star system. Armed with their extraordinary gifts, they explore the far reaches of galaxies, map unexplored realms, and weave connections through the vast tapestry of the universe. Their talents are not just a blessing but an essentiality, for beyond the sanctuary of Gaia Nova, malevolent shadows of ancient origin lurk, coveting the secrets harbored by these navigators.

These extraordinary individuals bear the weight of their civilization on their shoulders. They are the custodians of knowledge, the bearers of hope, and the pioneers of the unknown. In their hands, space and time are pliable tools, shaping the destiny of their kind. Yet, this power exacts a toll. The strain of bending reality ages them prematurely, demanding sacrifices that transcend the comprehension of ordinary mortals.

Yet, these sacrifices are indispensable, for the star system from which they hail is dependent upon them. In the tranquil interludes between interstellar voyages, as the Astral Navigators gaze upon the twinkling stars from their homeworld, they recognize the profoundity of their purpose. They are not mere wanderers; they are the architects of destiny, crafting the fate of their civilization amidst the grand cosmic ballet.

Amidst challenges emanating from within and beyond their star system, the Astral Navigators stand resolute. Their saga, an epic of bravery, sacrifice, and limitless exploration, is etched into the very fabric of the universe. Unbeknownst to them, their most extraordinary odyssey lies ahead, one that will test the boundaries of their powers and the depths of their determination.

The universe beckons, and the Astral Navigators are poised to heed the call. They are not mere individuals; they embody the dreams, the aspirations, and the indomitable spirit of their star system to grasp the stars, regardless of the cost. In their story, the aspirations of the cosmos find voice, a testament to the ceaseless human endeavor to reach for the heavens, transcending all limitations and sacrifices.

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A HEART FOREVER BROKEN

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, ‘The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’

Within this dark lonely evening I write vacant words
and the moon turns from silver to cold blue.

From tops of highest trees the predatory birds sing
as I write the saddest words of this night.

As this night like one other held within my arms
I kissed and was asked to forget by endless skies.

How depth was deeper than any other depth
that my heart dwelled and then asked to forget.

Love, the power of the sun and more I held toward her
breaking physics and eternal rules.

that she loved me sometimes but I loved forever.

so Tonight I write the saddest lines of a poem.

The feeling of night — the feeling day

both weighing heavily upon my Soul.

:: 010.07.2023 ::


RHAPSODY IN BLUE (A Musical Translation into Words)

In the heart of the city, where steel and glass arise,
A melody awakens, a sapphire in disguise,

It’s a symphony, a rhapsody, in shades of purest blue,
A tale of New York dreaming, vivid and true.

A clarinet’s wail, like a siren in the dawn,
A plaintive, soaring echo that gently lures you on.

It dances through the concrete, down avenues and lanes,
A lament of longing, tethered by invisible chains.

A rhythm then emerges, a pulse within the stone,
The city’s heart is beating, alive, yet all alone.
Piano keys, like raindrops, begin to gently fall,
Painting blue-tinted stories on the city’s endless wall.

Bassoons echo softly, the heartbeat of the day,
As the city awakens, chasing night away.
The strings join in harmoniously, a river flowing free,
In this urban symphony, this rhapsody in key.

Through the din and clamor, the rhythm never dies,
A testament to resilience beneath the endless skies.
In every brick and rafter, in every shining pane,
Lives the soulful echo of Gershwin’s sweet refrain.

Sometimes fast, then slow again, the music ebbs and flows,
Through joy and sorrow, love and loss, the city’s story grows.
A dynamic dance of shadow and light, of new and old,
In the heart of the city, where countless tales are told.

As the final notes fade, under moonlight’s gentle hue,
The city sleeps, and dreams once more, in tones of deepest blue.
Yet in every rustling leaf, in every whispering breeze,
Lives on the timeless melody, the city’s memories.

Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue, a symphony so grand,
A poetic ode to the city, where dreams and reality stand hand in hand.
And so, in every sunrise, in every setting sun,
The city’s song continues, the rhapsody plays on.

:: 01.01.2000 ::


I APPRECIATE  THE MAD  HEAD OF POLITICS

The decapitated hand passes an hour from a flower
That above a spectral chess-city they cry
And ghosts control the furious variety of flesh
Invented like iron and silver structures of thunder.

Since so recently alive in a burst of light
Nomenclature within a ledger of written blood
parting waves and snow, clogs of ice that hands
cannot grasp even in brilliance i CAME.

The pregnant thoughts give birth you big star
in the jungle of concrete called Earth
Within that half-opened mouth of depth of a diamond
Sex is an extreme delight that easily directs a great
reading of a delirious ORGAN of phosphorescent change.

I look up to the sky but my eyes burn ~~~

I touched a goddesses whose chief song
between shelter and pillows; as her eyes carry an air
of a woman without legs or arms –> but a root
we met in pleasure as two doors in dawn / my shape
is tool divine too ; i look up to the skye where
everything is pleasure among the winds of clay
that invite out the tigers of their stems
among the furniture that sniffs out misfortunate
i had a fierce dream and bite the rain
and defend the cold politics of public snakes
whom I kill in the end.

I rubbed the different footprints of my feet
on ocellated carpet.  

:: 10.02.2023 ::


The Mirror Dance

In mirrors’ dance, where shadows glide,
Where swinging doors did once reside,
There stands a girl, by glass embraced,
In wings of salt, her form encased.

Oh very young one

From distance vast, a figure nears,
A motionless stance, he veers,
He queries you, the mirrors sing,
In whispered echoes, they take wing,

Reflecting truths in swift ballet,
Like birds that grace the sky’s grand play,
With love’s sweet swing, they shimmer bright,
In endless flight, their hearts take flight,

Oh very young one

As dreams of salt, the girl envisions,
Mirrored in her soul’s collisions,
In Dickinson’s rhyme and spirit’s flight,
This tale of glass, in dance, takes flight.

:: 010.02.2023 ::


BLUEJAY EGG

Like a bluejay egg
broken life awakens
like a first bird
praise for the ceiling
pray for one fresh
in this world

Morning opened
like first bird
pray for the chick
fresh in the world
is the love of heart

Sweet fawn below
mother gives
she obvilates her
newborn loved one

Mine is seeing
Mine is Eden
praising Life
God’s creation
of a New Day

:: 10.02.2023 ::


FICTIONALS

A blank slate of paper,
At birth, no marks to see,
A story yet to be written,
What character will it be?

What narrative to drive
That actor’s soul, and make it thrive?
A setup from the start,
And conflict lurking in the wings,
But how will it play out,
And what resolution will it bring?

We, the fictional,
Take our lines from the Divine,
But the genre we choose,
Is what makes it truly shine.

For me, romance is the way,
Not this horror, please, I pray.
Let the pages turn,
And the story unfold,
Let love be the centerpiece,
And let our hearts be bold.

So let the ink flow,
And let the words take flight,
As we journey through this story,
With love as our guiding light.

:: 03/27/2023 ::


The Year 15,000

(The Planet of Humans)

1.

What spirit imbue that flesh!
a love as thy mother in her best
twinkle eye too, heart of gold
the spice Melange
that mystic flair balance dew
upon the blade of orange soothe
And touch thy father’s heart, too!

2.

And thou tend to good deeds
that love and life bequeath all
a fire and tender twinkle too
thy father so joyous tears sing
and moon and bird-song along
shall forever follow you!

3.

Her lovely grace in turmoil say
and his heart too shall always beat
for you the world and all its gifts
not of gold or position in world
but that tender spot angels dance
that room which first I met you

over 5 thounsand years we have
traveled. In true freadon.

Also known as

Dune.

:: 03-24-2014 ::


LOVER SPEAK TO ME

I love you not for your beauty
I do not love you for your skin
I do no love you for your lips

I love you for your mind
I love you for your heart
love you for your soul

As you walk through the night
while the moon follows mortals
the meadow lit as the loving soul
which heaven and Earth never denies
half of day between the night
is more than shades of any light
as lovers kissing within twilight.

:: 09282023 ::


Don’t You Forget About Me

In the quiet realm where shadows weep,
Do the dead find solace in eternal sleep?
I, a wanderer in the land of dreams,
Ponder upon life’s relentless streams.

Beside my mother, where safety lies,
Amidst the echoes of bullets that flies,
My face, a canvas of fear so deep,
Haunted by the secrets that I keep.

In the midst of chaos, my soul takes flight,
Lost in the darkness, seeking the light.
What is this existence, this dance we tread?
A gap between teeth, or a soul unfed?

Does life consist of mere worldly gains,
Or the whispers of wind, the patter of rains?
Hit me up when the monsters play,
When murderous babies and priests hold sway.

Actors on channels, their faces masks,
Burial plots leased in the shadows’ grasp.
My father prays, my sister bled,
Like Jesus, she rests, among the dead.

Ghosts, like lovers, court me near,
On this night of fright, where darkness sears.
Out of sight, my fears take flight,
Kiss me, Mama, in this endless night.

I slumber now, as the dead may do,
In the embrace of dreams, I find you.
In the silence deep, my soul is led,
Sleeping like the dead, I rest my head.

:: 09.28.2023 ::