…Bombs to feed our Children—WTF? ‘Swords to Plowshares’—How Simple and How Sweet…Worlds without Rape and Murder—Absolutely! And! ’ Sleeping in Safe Arms’ Wonderfully—Wonderful…donchathink?

From the harbor of Calimesa City there once sailed great ships of crystal—sent across the seas of space toward small spinning places three steps from a little yellow sun—dancing lights and heated waves vibrating life chances and starts and beginning of ends in exploded variations of home and conducive to blood-fleshed creations and our creature-selves.

Are we living proof—the something-of-else—far from planet here to there where once and often Gods ruled the what-of-ever-forever-for-more-or-less and created woman and man inside the worlds of Sirius and Nomad Gods dragged life’s sweet creations to Mars and Earth and another beyond in hinged fringes and the bright light of golden ships of purple sails and silent engines? Improved and less and by the joint endeavors’ of sin and survival we remained alive?

These ships of crystal and filled to brim with living mischief—and the odd whimsy of god-speak  and legend—lurched forward toward features reversed or continued or extinguished—Titans created the creations of presences and histories and current fallacies—And! Since wars among Titans raged heaven’s high and length, ‘tis simple why creatures created in images or by—production of accidents’ industrial strength and robotic renovation—determined little more than continued strife and strike and stupidity and suffering through little success—successfully executed and lost…

However: The created creations lost an ‘Eden’ place when the ‘She’ and ‘He’ of the ‘It’ either happened by an accidental accident or fell from or was pushed out of the wonder of ‘Immaculate Contraptions’ and through construction divine discovered the ‘other than’ robotic being and joined the ‘Spirits of Twirl’ while discovering choice is better than and more difficult than the straight-in-line-crawl toward golden lights and cave dwelling and scrawling dots or dashes against walls without reasons or rhymes or the ‘Rhythm of Love.’

The created ‘Something’ became Creators’ images. Titans both liked and did not like those new—some and toothsome robotic creators and out of the Martian splendor again Crystal ships left Calimesa City and those Wars of Heaven started again and ended again with a bang of clang and thunder as flashed bright light streaked to ground and again to sky shapes and sweeping clouds. Natures’ way and the wary way of being a meek part of some partial particle of the ways of Natural processes or nature’s no reasons to whimsically past time became new  ideas and shapes—always simple and called ‘grand schemes’ of things discovered and ways-to-live again…

Again: The concepts of Alpha’s fade into sunlight’s setting in a western sky or an eastern place where Suns counter-twirl the clock’s faced sweep of hands out-of-motion in the used-to-be circle and night still happens and daylight is always measured in products produced and profits lost or gained. Must be the Gods of creation…We created them—they must earn a return for their creation—‘so let it be written?

And! This day ‘smaller’ Titans create crystal ships against the blue of sky day and sail east into a setting sun as orange/red disappears along the line. No profit for created creations—no bill to pay for a piper of songs of long ago sounds or for an eternal drum-lined-march-to-war…Just peace and sunset’s sweet and crystal ships on these waters—along the line where sky meets sea and light fades into a very fine night…Watch for those purple sails and listen for the distant sounds of silent engines—Oh Yeah—Baby!

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Whispers’—by Unsun