A Lunatic Of One Idea…

1435In a couple of thousand years—the Travelers once again spread wings-to-fly and cross space—from fleshy beginnings—to a Mother ship—called Earth…With each arrival—many kinds call them—Gods—Goddesses—Wizards and Angels…The Travelers unite—divide—arrange—re-arrange—construct—de-construct—create and destroy…Ones to worship—to fear—to despise and each time—their comings and goings are recorded—written—re-written and replaced…Always wars—always…Ever—superior to Earthlings—these worshiped ones—do not know peace…And! If they are true—they are an—abomination to Life—everywhere…No one wonders—why Earthlings are always at war…

Expansion—shifting reds—to observe—Star Path—motions away—Suns’ red color suggests ‘out-bounders’ while—‘in-bounders’ are not—‘red’ shifters…’Bench markers’ —nova—supers—only depend on—the invariability—of time—‘tick-tock’—throughout—the Universal Divide…If Time—is—‘downshifting’—our notions of—solitary time—is on slow-bump-grind—into a dimension—of—New Space. “Twinkle-Twinkle-Little Star”—how we wonder—what you are? And! Even ancient stars—from Earth-spin-twirl—perspective—does appear to still be accelerating…

On Carta-Spin—a twirl of world-look—a revolution of sunshine—moonshine—tucked between—dusk or dawn and—somewhere outside—Sol-speak and near—Star shine—Police—the—Political Group—only serve—to—self-servitude—hating all—without real power—rich—were they—and elect—by them…Their roll—vast—their rock—solid and while—supporting—a demon—democracy—of token—spoken—lies and spies—nothing “of the people—for the people—or by the people—never-ever existed—no matter how—spin-spun—fought-thought—taught—or sought—And! While hungry folk—began to understand—their representation—accounted—for no—accountability and hope—was—viewed by arrogance—lies—bravado and skies—slime’d’ freedom—existed in words—not deeds-of-needs—that elites-of -few could-would obtain everything—anything—anyway…Realizing this…again Revolution follows—the followers—‘cross Cart-Spin’s heaven’s dark and sunless days…Again—hope—stops—blood flows…

The Crystal Ship

“Before you slip into unconsciousness
I’d like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss
The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We’ll meet again, we’ll meet again
Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You’d rather cry, I’d rather fly
The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I’ll drop a line”

And! Beautiful you are…

‘The Crystal Ship’…By The Doors

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