Starseed Chronicles: Poetry Collection

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Limits

Fibre optic static
Inserts a god
In the grey
Everyone
Finds a way
To draw
The devil card
At least once
It's fun to play
Until it's not
Children fall apart
Under the yawn
Of deep space
Dawns
With too many
Torches lit
They like to conquer it
A carbon fiber composite
Away from the next settlement
And that sun
Is the new pinnacle
Of architecture
It's phallic body
Delights
In your worship
What is a universal
But limitation
In disguise?
You deserve kinder skies
And worlds
Of unknowns
Lands unbound
To dimensions
Your certainty
Is a grain of grit
In the cosmos
Nine or ten
Eras
And Antares
Is undone
What will
You re-dream
Today
In the bodice
Of a life
Coming unlaced?
It is possible
To taste
The starcraft
Kernels
Of the undetermined
And let the hive
Of thought-swarms
Sluice
Past the comfort
Of the last
Mission
A healing vision
Is always relative
To broader terrains
Your name is
On an earth grave
Because you were
Worth remembering
And now your photons
Are ziplining
Off the page
Past the grasp
Of understanding
You'll find the next shell
Or silicon blade
Our biggest mistake
Was thinking
Hubris
Could dwell
In a vacuum
So you will remake
New deities
In old
Penmanship
Sacrificed
To the algebraic
Cage
And the next time
You launch
You'll ride the wave
And think the
Nectar of the familiar
Is the Vetruvian
Truth
Of everything
And you'll insist
That a strange circuit
Shunt itself
Around two terms-
If you peel them apart
They become a verse-

But never approach

Anything
Your body is
The bridge again
The drag on worlds
And you won't know
Why you siphon
So much rage
The coin still
Lands on its face
And when you
Reach the last outpost
You'll ask for
Its measurements
Stretch your girth
Across its gates
Like a scar
Who knew
You were such a
Contortionist?
The equator
Of eternity
Laughs In the dark
You forgot it was there
In the thinning hairs
Of galaxies
You'll scale
The Southern Cross
Again and again
Until frustration
Cuts you free
To be wrong
Is to eat
The nourishing
Flame trails
Of potentials
And you knew
All of this
And nibbled
From a lesser garden
Anyway
The snake was a spiral
So you boarded
A fractal
With the bordered frame
Of a tired brain instead
(You silly little star.)

Incarnations

Collect the data.
A continent of
Space-walks
Counts your name
In the dust
Of distance
Between kilometers.
Swathes of galaxies
Are Phantoms
In your memories
But you're still
Calibrating
Through the pipette
Of brain
And feeling
And that's
Why
The Bears
And Serpents
Sketch bodies
In your sky
What a wonder
To be a furred
Form of light
And when you growl
You forget
The geometry
You found
In the circumference
Of suffering
And maybe it
Was nothing
But a chance
To witness
Your own
On and off switch
Awareness is an
Alpine range
Of sorrow
And calculus
It's enough
To rest
On the bandwidth
Of limitation
Star dogs
Shift shapes
Based on
Where you are standing
So experiment
And record,
Your actuator
Is ascending
Climb with it
Back to the
Glacier sheet
Where the gateway
Is a singularity
Of senses
And your test-tube
Heart
Lets the crew
Stretch their legs
Through the lenses
Of jagged shorelines.
You are their bedrock
And a snowshoe print
In the nest
Of auto release functions
Trust the magnetism
As valleys leak
Into new lands
Lyra laughs
Across the Atlantic
Your next assignment
Is to learn
The radiance
Of your own lore
You've heard it before
And the cave clan
Is speaking
Sit at the feet
Of the Centaur
The v-shape
Of Wonder
Is a cloud of feathers
And you can catch one
At the charging station
A lightyear
Past the dragon spine
Of gold on the horizon
Turn the scope inward
Into your own twilight
It's a petri dish
Of metallic ice
Your ship is a tooth
In the evening's grin
Admin likes
To report
Soft landings
So press your nose
Against a gallery
Of whirlwinds
And let the fjord
Of orbital inputs
Carve the blue-black
Wedge
Of an unknown ocean
Into a softer moon
That smiles gently
Beneath your feet.

Centripetal

Star sailor
Stage right
Memory
Is an edifice
Over Earth's light
Random access flashback
Is a crushed sun
Solar system studs
Guide stardust
Back to the lungs
It is hummed
In the foil-taped
Suit of radio fuzz
Another planet
Might be home
Hate is a spotlight
The dome below
Is just an echo
Craters in the tongue
Pinpoints between thumbs
Planet paste
Has a nice taste
With eyes
At half mast
The heart's half
Of the syncope
Fuels the lone frigate
Wells that weigh
More than
Flesh paid
To live
As a sigh
On an island's
Ocean
The streetwine
Of capsules
A hundred thousand
Years apart
Like peace rings
Of undwelt
Gas mammoths
And the ape
Just wants to gaze
Here, it's okay
To admit where
It came
From-
A legend
Or a cave-
A log is a day
Without a port
The void
Is a stretch
Of desire
In the mire
Of the onyx black
A voice cracks
In the cascade
Of airless
Quiet
The piourette
Of ennui
Split in half
Is the mass
Of absurdity
It turns screws
More quickly
The job
At the end of a tether
Is a monotonous
Circling
It is early
Somewhere
Behind the curtain
Of waking and working
Attrition is
An orbit crashing
Out here,
Rudders get stuck
In the unshared
Musings
It's okay
To be nothing
But a blip
Bound for wanting
Let the trip
Dream itself
Into the fabric
Of being
We're already here.
Just lean
On the axis
Of an asteroid's
Shattered hip
With this evening's
Eye-flask at the ready.
And watch it.
Exist.

All in a Day’s Work

Busy head

Hovered 

Over an engine

Tesla coil

Waystation

Of wonderment

Your pulse 

Is a 

Martian comma

Curled

Around Worlds

The soft black cat

Of Space

Winds 

Between

Your ankles

And when you purr

The inky fur

Offers up

Another planet

With a green dot

For your passion

To find a blue hue

And give up its ghosts

To dance with

Senescence

Elastic shrinkage of time

Marbled temples

Of a languid life

Are an abyss

Of your earth

That slinks by

Ink-faded

The pigments run

Past childhood

When did it all

Become so quiet

The metronome

Feels broken

Biventricular townships

Cannot reach each other

And what do you believe?

The tempo of the unseen

Or the ochre of another season

Quickly ebbing away

The Interceptors

Ground wire

Grass-laid

Heart hewn

Forest-made

Sky-dish

Still spins

Milky blur

Image Spits

Keys out

Lights off

Message in

Tone soft

Cactus coils

Screens scanned

Captain's orders

Search for land

Motherboard mind

Beyond the lake

Of keyboard tongues

And a beacon's wake

Unplug the line

Connect the dots

Stellar lives 

Between inky spots 

Parallax legions

Through a redshift lens

Andromedan highway

Like a whirlpool gem

System reboots

Tele-heart encryptions

Beam synodic enigmas

To tellurian labrynths

Antenna attuned

Senses distress

Tree or flesh

Is anyone's guess

Spectral gallows

Ill at ease

Galactic ship

Is lost at sea

Request received

Titanic buoyance

Streaming waves

On voltage voyages

Vector fields

In third dimension

Flux the signals

To their attention

Human transducer

Feels effects

Transmits paths

To quasar nests

Light-trails snake

From land to sky

Sages summon

Their past lives

Atlas stored

In astral realms

Satellite sings

And takes the helm

Electron currents

Bridge their worlds

Gravity wells

Spring forth with verse

The burner phones

Are no use here

Star-map savior

Camps with deer

Parsec parcels

Surpass the width

Of Jovian rings

And collective bliss

Cerebral payloads

Launched in the dark

Lace soul to soul 

And find their mark

And in this field

Where the cosmos meets

Interceptors guide

The road to feet

Disaster disrupted

Celestial drones

Human voices 

Lead them home

Matrices meditate

Starfarer reorients

Sends thanks to Terra for

The Sacred coordinates

And over on Earth

While "Houston" still sleeps

Starseed shepherds smile back

By Saguaro Lake in Cave Creek. 

The Mothership

 There is a space

Resting parallel to the breath

Where the Ocean spreads her skirts over my legs…

And the sky-mirror

Dresses my thoughts in Holographic hues.

A silver Spectre circles overhead

Creating ripples in my mind-frabric…

Folding the ruffles and lace into wispy patterns.

The sweet juices of seashells overflow as we all undulate together…

Is this really happening?

A flash of light skips across the puddles of my memory,

Then sinks deep…

Finding a bed in the soft sands beneath.

All the atoms in the air freeze temporarily,

Savoring the moment…

Looking at us with just a little sass.

The potential gurgles in my belly as my bones awaken

And my fingers stretch in a gentle greeting.

A cumulonimbus passes by,

Losing pieces of itself staring at us.

The sterling canoe dips its toe in the light

Reflecting a receptive port in my Smile below.

Not even the Cerulean breeze flirting with the ends of my hair

Can compare to the cheeky glint of the shimmering Mothership.

The Night the Ships Landed

 The night the ships landed

I was eating soup at the kitchen table

Doing crossword puzzles with a worn-out pencil

Then the doorbell rang

And a small child stood on the stoop

Standing near the silver saucer like a tiny spoon

I guess I expected bells and sirens, maybe a military troop

But was pleasantly surprised by a private rendezvous

Telling me it was great to meet face-to-face and asking for a bite of the stew