Friday, October 07, 2011

...Finding's Looking...




Outside, I couldn't see them, so then went inside again... occluded by my thoughts on hidden stars. I reflected on the masking of these things so large or vast ... exceeding any measure of a section or a class, and the suffocation's woeful like I'm underneath some heel; the atmosphere is cloistered, and I cannot breath or feel.
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I feel imposition that the sky somehow projects. The sky becomes a metaphor for: "that which disrespects." So, cut off by some malevolence to the fullness of my life (!), I feel withered, drawn, emulsified, or whittled by a knife.
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"Craft" leap and dance behind their clouds, each one a different color, but it's color in a spectrograph, so then wider, Brighter—FULLER!! ...And these boil ultra-violet! Then, they simmer infrared! They churn in colors you shan't see passed livid bluish REDS!
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Still, I'm sans all observation under soggy, humid clouds. There's a harshness to the "atmosphere" which, then, foams uncalled for doubt...
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...I'm disallowed that promise MADE in my own youth... now seems betrayed... Is real *magic* starved and hidden? ...Make no wish! Now, all's forbidden!
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I shall not spread my human arms, and cleave the heavens unalarmed while... *fathers* of convenient *place* destroy my planet for their "faith"!
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Things aren't the way you thought they were while hidden by those clouds, mon frere! Every thing is out of locus, has no meaning... ...sans all focus!
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This makes one look with longing for some "easy answers," friend! It makes one want to go along, give in, and just pretend ... that "we are but alone in space"! We are IT! Just usOUR RACE (?), and we, of course (*creation's jewel*), are not just gangs of grinning ghouls!
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...We have substance, we have smarts—we have sense ... Friend, we have hearts! That we would have a spotless spirit, or make some aspiration near it! That justice is, most times, at hand (!) ... that freedom's where we make our stand! That neo-con's need high-colonics... ...they're LASTING sickness—sadly chronic!
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...Clinton was a cheater who betrayed his only wife (...but produced a healthy kid, yet, still!)... though, no additions to our strife. I preferred him, even knowing he's the left arm of the beast, he didn't take my money, or kill my friends, at least! He didn't cut school lunches while he lauded family values! And he didn't cleave the country twain for "profit" and "what have you"!
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Now Reagan ruined Carter, Bush's lies would sweep the stage... for massive trickle "ups" of bucks should fill us all with rage.  It's these people who were cheated will be breaking down our doors—we'll be dragged to bloody streets become a vicious killing floor...!  Though, THEY ...our "elder statesman," they just OOZE benign neglect. While Clinton was a MONSTER?  Why... 'cause he liked his penis wet?
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...Now we stand beyond all help for actions made by Bush's whelp, a dry-drunk sans all nuanced sense, "deserting twice from combat," yes!
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All this, extant, while stars explode and flying saucers swoop and glow... but travel in their way, mysterious—pulsing through our skies, imperious!
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Reality's a fever scream! Do space folk dream more cosmic dreams in manners we shall not determine? We can't grok their story, Herman!
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Every day *good* people pray for unborn babies, "save their day," but once they're born (?) forgot, forlorn... unless they hear a Christian horn!
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Then, reviled and shut out from life—a victim's "double standard" strife... These took their licking, kept on ticking, so fill the jails, barely flinching!
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...Though, blow away the clouds glad fate (!), this sighting saw Orion's gait! He strode across the starry sky like flying diamonds, soaring high!
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...And there beside huge Betelgeuse a *flicker* blinked alive and moved so grandly in the predawn air—a UFO should blandly stare!
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...Just a point of light that moved, my glass dispels a plane with crew ... the circle of unblinking light moves WEST against a star field, bright! ...And I saw it, it was there (!), moving weirdly here to *where*? Flashing lights in non attendance!! Breaking major laws ... some business!
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No "flash" to its position? Well, it's "flash" avoids collision! A flashing light's required—planes in flight. And it's "wrong" when you don't see them; light's measured *flash* proceeds them—port and starboard's red and green's required light!
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...Though, for now, no longer hidden by the tyranny of clouds! For now it* can be seen so plain sans ragged / rancid doubt!!  The sky is mind perceived as such ...and filled with more than stars, but awash in contradictions you're betrayed—you know you are.
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Anomaly unmasked is what we sign our contracts for (!) —breaking black paned windows and exploding hidden doors! Digging up the truth-soaked ground is what we should be doing! Do it 'fore it "needs" it, friend! It's honor we're pursuing!





  • When you look? You find! Sincerely!
  • Restore John Ford!
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