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Author: | danlo60 [ Thu Dec 26, 2002 6:13 pm ] |
Post subject: | About: Moonspots and the Alien, and the poem that follows... |
I think I have strep today...:mhoram ...so I'm amusing myself by putting up and (trying to) edit this next poem from the same collection, Zen Rubbish (c.1979), that contains Too Much Chianti. Like the poem, Dealing With Your Conscience, it stems from the time I almost wrote a Sci Fi called Moonspots and the Alien (see excerpt in fan fiction thread). **To give you some background on the book: I am called, as a point of reference, not that it is important, The Main Observer and I come from a planet named Liecia in the Gamma-Epsilon B quandrant. Liecia is the second planet from the doublesun Cappella (yes, named after a real binary star!). Inbetween the tiny first planet, Moth, and Liecia lies an asteroid belt called Moonspots, the remnant of one of Liecia's three moons that (er, met w/an "accident"..) and constantly dots out the doublesun. The other two moons are Second-Hand and Helper, Helper is actually an asteriod that got caught in Second-Hand's gravity well and now orbits it, kinda like this: rogen . The third planet is called The Strange Sister and is habitable for four of our months. This is where many Liecialians spend one of our three seasons. A planet to planet pilgrimage is required during this season. The fourth planet is twice the size of Jupiter, and is called The Weight. Finally there is a mysterious black fifth planet, smaller than Saturn but bigger than Earth, Equalibrium. Equalibrium orbits The Weight, and every 92 Earth years The Weight decides to counter-orbit Equalibrium causing all sorts of weird cosmic flux and messing all the other planet's normal orbits! **Liecia is primarily a water-planet, dark maroon seas cover most of it's surface, the seas are extemly calm (for the most part) and not that deep. The land masses are connected to each other by series of long redwood planks that are supported by hard coral colony-pillars. These fragile white ecosystems are protected by "Keepers" who are a cross between angry red anemones and piranhas. There are schools of transparent minnow-like creatures called "Keeper-Beepers" who warn the "Keepers" of approaching maruaders. Leicialians are constantly on the lookout for Chiselbeaks, barracuda shaped thrushes, that attack the colonies from the sky! (Also the T-bird's arch enemy...) **The landmass, or island, The Main Observer, currently, inhabits is Devonia. Swamps and large dark-green algae encircle it. It has one lone anicient volcano, now resembling a large hill, in it's center and reaches off to the sea in a series of long, sweeping hills. There is a small whitish beach tucked away in a scared bay. Redwood groves and Mercury-recyclers are the only "trees" that grow on the hills. The "recyclers" are half as tall and breathtaking. They look like huge Weeping Willow bushes, or cobwebs, whos platinum-mercury branches dip and sway as their tips drop blobs of "metal" on the ground to soak up nutrients, Then the tips bob back down, reattach to the blobs, lift them up, and feed. **Liecia is comprised of about 100 beings like The Main Observer, we are unisex and telepathic. We are very private/spiritual beings and hardly ever communicate, xcept in times of great need. Like the Rhinocerous, because we are usually in such a deep-meditative state we don't realize where we are going (and don't wish to appear silly talking to ourselves), each Liecialian has been adopted by a T-bird. T-birds are telepathic, as well, and have their own council. It is assumed that T-birds taught us telepathy... The Main Observer's T-bird is Newt, his/it's/my eyes and ears. **Legend has it that Leicialians originally evolved on Earth, but as these slivery skeletal spinalfuild filled "Eels" formed hard fins and began to crawl out of the "primordial soup" some were sucked into a small spatial-vortex and deposited on Liecia. Along w/Redwood "mother seeds", which no one can explain... Of course, the "Eels" who were lucky enough to avoid the "vortex" would eventually become Homosapien... **One of our "scouts" returns from a deep-voyage to the Void, and a gathering is held at The Nocturnal Colleges. The Galactic Council (Demi-gods) is rumored to be on the verge of ridding itself of "home", our sister Earth, due to Earth's essential developemental lack of compassion and spiritual connection to the Universe. In an effort to aid our human "brothers and sisters" I am "appointed" The Main Observer and must venture to Earth on the double-disc through a singularity. As I do so I encounter The Council on my way--as seen in the xcerpt "Moonspots and the Alien". When I arrive on Earth in the mountians of NM, the double-disc is hidden in a tree and I become myself... **After all that huge buildup Lacerates may be a little bit of a letdown, but I have more poems and stories in my bag o' tricks! (The freaky thing is that everything alluded to above came to me through a series of dreams... ) And now Danlo looked in that direction, too. He remembered that snowy owls mate in the darkest part of deep winter, and so along with this beautiful white bird perched in a tree a hundred feet away, he turned to face the sea as he watched and waited. Ahira, Ahira, he called out silently to the sky. Ahira, Ahira<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 10/16/06 10:31 pm </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Thu Dec 26, 2002 7:05 pm ] |
Post subject: | Lacerates (Master of Evil) (1978) |
The amber warning light automatically flipped itself on on the bridge of the Starship Source The Silent Universe became aware of an incredible danger and snapped at Mescalito, The Navigator, to alter course "It appears that Apex has finally discovered his bastard twin, Summit (the horrendous doppleganger) lurking in Anti-Universe A-15..." And through this reunion both came to the humbling conclusion that an even darker power controls them A creation that even the Mega-Wizard Mephistophiles has no name for... Satan shrinks in it's shadow and worships at it's door It rises opaque blotting out space wider than fivethousand Jupiters no eyes no features no face Only massive humaniod-like arms and a head with a searing red inverted isosoles bleeding down it's "forehead" It trancends reality and makes the Council shake it's home is beyond the Void dimensions scatter in it's wake. So be warned be warned O, ignorant holymen of Earth! Your God has a foe equal to it Only the lone Liecialian (who now holds the orb) understands how it operates and knows it's true name... Its name is: LACERATES master of evil pronounced La sear rattays (pronounced only that way) Your Christ and God may visit you on your so called "Judgement Day" but O' beware beware beware Lacerates. And now Danlo looked in that direction, too. He remembered that snowy owls mate in the darkest part of deep winter, and so along with this beautiful white bird perched in a tree a hundred feet away, he turned to face the sea as he watched and waited. Ahira, Ahira, he called out silently to the sky. Ahira, Ahira<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 8/12/06 10:15 pm </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Sun Jan 26, 2003 1:47 am ] |
Post subject: | Camel=on Rainy Days (1982) |
Electric light shines on phone, kitchen table, windowsill bars on my windows bars walk across the balcony Electric light shines on (shadows) the wet sidewalk, saplings dark courtyard dark sillouettes, buildings and trees Electric light streetlights stand among sillouettes high sunset color flux high tension wires glide along horizons Electric light shines on me, H to He rainbows streaming from my soul "Rainbows End" on the stereo Deep orange-red at the edge of the world lightens to cream through the pitch black trees green gray skyblue purple, violet, midnight blues hyper-charged city rats in violent homes and bars and their metal contraptions do not see this way here's my clear and that's why I listen to Camel on rainy days And now Danlo looked in that direction, too. He remembered that snowy owls mate in the darkest part of deep winter, and so along with this beautiful white bird perched in a tree a hundred feet away, he turned to face the sea as he watched and waited. Ahira, Ahira, he called out silently to the sky. Ahira, Ahira<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 1/13/06 7:20 pm </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Wed Jun 11, 2003 1:44 pm ] |
Post subject: | The Truth is You (1981) |
Doors of fear slammed tight man hiding hiding from himself There is no need to imagine how it can be for: as seen from space and conciousness there is only one reality: truth Borders and religions merely serve as temporary screens the only thing we truly fear is fear day to day life is a personal philosophic journey that all must experience and from which none can hide but we try, oh, how we try Government is nothing but strongarm propaganda although it's lies appear to uphold the law it is not designed for the good of the whole only those with money, those who seek salvation in faiths do so out of fear and lack of faith in themselves Fear of impending holocaust is humanity's guise upon it's image and one of government's prime excuses to justify it's existence it throws the poor in the direct line of fire and takes 25% from all to build bombs in the name of peace just as the old priests required tribute and sacrifice to still the wrath of the angry gods for fear that truth might would appear and that we might question the neccessity of rules Clothes serve as a placebo of man's reality we pretend and won't accept what is given reinforcing jealousy deep down inside we are naked in this reality naked, ashamed and not knowing what to do Doors, walls, bombs, borders, religion and clothes will never spare man from truly being seen the spritual network is all that has ever held us together they know this too as they lock us in shackles of fear to blind us of it's absolute beauty and it's absolute beauty has always been you And now Danlo looked in that direction, too. He remembered that snowy owls mate in the darkest part of deep winter, and so along with this beautiful white bird perched in a tree a hundred feet away, he turned to face the sea as he watched and waited. Ahira, Ahira, he called out silently to the sky. Ahira, Ahira<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 10/29/03 12:03 am </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Tue Dec 27, 2005 11:28 pm ] |
Post subject: | Being (1980) |
There is no head here surface engraved images-someone else's ways pounding on the walls of the brain inside deep Listen stop fighting you are what you are So many eyes we have met stay in mind the mind of someone looking back at you reflect for sometime stories, not of the heart, mirrors of the mind leaves fall on the ground you know they're falling-you feel it you know it's Fall There should at least be windows I should be outside I'm not happy here in this padded mental cell... ***** Before, you are wise; after, you are wise. In between you are otherwise. Fravashi saying (from the formularies of Osho the Fool) <i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 12/28/05 10:57 pm </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Fri Jul 14, 2006 7:21 am ] |
Post subject: | The construction of: Dream Opus & Other Stuff ('87) |
Hang on to your hats y'all. Have to figure I've got an audience out there somewhere. Anyway this was originally penned during my first marriage, probably around '87 when the dreaded homefries was about to stay, and stay, and stay... (under construction: I'm sure it'll make no sense) Dream Opus & Other Stuff She had a face What a face!!!!! (In lieu of what happened it really didn't matter) A cross between the Mona Lisa A Matisse interpretation And the Queen of England (possibly Regina or Liz or both) It was a sunny day, trees and shimmering clouds I was in the kitchen doing dishes She was the Queen (of somewhere) I was not who I thought I was She was tending children (playing on the lawn) And yelling at me through the window The door down the hall was open (or was it?) "Why you infidel! Why should I believe A word you say?! You are merely a scullery boy And I am the ruler of the realm! It gives me great pleasure to see a mercenary Doing such common work What the HELL do you think you know about Strategy and the affairs of knights!?!" "I am from a different world I have been in many lands I have seen things you would not believe An attack can come from anywhere They have devices you don't understand They can appear anywhere Even in the kitchen doorwa..." As I said that it did The doorway crackled and flashed She stood aghast in unbelief IT began to walk towards me... Many things happened at once The creature materialized Muscles popped out of my muscles And I became the barbarian I had always been Somehow she broke her trance And disappeared with the children (Somehow I knew she would never believe me again) I'd never expected to see anything like this In my life He, it, what ever it was-was amazing (and totally hypnotic) It was a cross between the sylph god Pan And a very pissed of biker He/It had very curly long brown hair A forehead (not exactly like Lt. Worf...but) angled Almost two dimensional A long brown beard that came to a point Naked but a pair of brown curly chaps Or legs, animal legs I tried to look at it's feet-but it's eyes held me They were completely round Like psychedelic spirals-reaching into my soul Like refugees from a very bad acid trip "WHERE is LEECAPIA!?!" it wailed I moved towards it holding a dish I'd just washed I threw it-as a frisbee-as hard as I could It shattered against it's forehead He/It didn't blink, then lurched at me "Now wait a minute, friend?" I pleaded, holding my hand out in a gesture of peace "Who are you? What do you want?" "WHERE is LEECAPIA!?!" it wailed "I don't know what the hell you're talking about Is this a person? Where does shehe come from? Here? Some other country? What do you want with this LEECAPIA? What do you want with me?" Then He/It sprang into the air I sprang too...(almost involuntarily) We grabbed each other by the throats We were suspended We were levitating Muscles bulging to the point of no-return Veins popping Much more than a test of strenght-a test of will Then I noticed He/It was staring right at me My brain was beginning to be sapped dry........ I looked away We both landed on the ground He/It's question was ringing in my head He/It's eyes were staring at me again I had no ideal who this LEECAPIA was And if I did I wasn't about to let this @#%$ know who, or whatever, it was (sorry, just gettin' juicy, I know-but it's a looong poem and Im devoting the 4 day weekend to it! ***** Before, you are wise; after, you are wise. In between you are otherwise. Fravashi saying (from the formularies of Osho the Fool) <i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 10/16/06 10:36 pm </i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Tue Jul 18, 2006 3:34 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: Resisting the Urge (1986) mostly Frank Herbert quote |
Does this seem interesting? If not I'll scrap it, If so I may keep going...I'm so far into my head lately (what a Grilli day!) that I do need some feedback, please? ***** Before, you are wise; after, you are wise. In between you are otherwise. Fravashi saying (from the formularies of Osho the Fool) <i></i> |
Author: | clearfrontier [ Wed Jul 19, 2006 12:05 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: The construction of: Dream Opus & Other Stuff ('87) |
danlo, I had no idea you were such a prolific poet. Your work is very cool. I don't know if you are a fan (I am) but some of your work, if set to progressive rock, would impress like Neil Peart's RUSH tunes. Where was all of this when we were putting together the first Kevin's Watch Anthology? We could have used anything I've read here. At least we have one entry from you for Anthology II. <i></i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Wed Jul 19, 2006 7:20 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: Resisting the Urge (1986) mostly Frank Herbert quote |
Thanks! (don't tell Luci) but I love Rush and Peart! ***** Before, you are wise; after, you are wise. In between you are otherwise. Fravashi saying (from the formularies of Osho the Fool) <i></i> |
Author: | danlo60 [ Sun Aug 13, 2006 5:19 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: Resisting the Urge (1986) mostly Frank Herbert quote |
I'll seriously get back to this! ***** Before, you are wise; after, you are wise. In between you are otherwise. Fravashi saying (from the formularies of Osho the Fool) <i></i> |
Author: | danlo [ Sun May 27, 2007 3:58 am ] |
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ok, here is what I promised you-the poem I read for my mother at her memorial: Long Island Girl Even when our mother yelled at us She did so with a sinuous, graceful, panache It was the same when she walked The same when she talked With the elegant and eloquent air of A Bon Vivant and natural catwalk model She seemed to glide through the world on a plane many yearn to reach Immersed in her books Loving laughter Music And a fine conversation Fascinated by all works of creation And deeply in love with the arts If she had a mantra It would be= 'Live life to it's fullest!' And she did And she would expect us all to, as well This fierce lioness Left us gasping At the void she left behind |
Author: | Avatar [ Mon May 28, 2007 4:40 am ] |
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Nice Danlo. --A |
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