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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

THERE IS LIFE ELSEWHERE

There is life elsewhere
Spaces in the Universe we can never perceive
Right there, the air is clear, or not even there
Talents unexplored and gifts we can never receive
Dry seas, liquid mountains, square clouds, reined by gods we can't deceive
All year, weather's constant, whether or not, life there is fair
Fear is a nightmare dreamt by inhabitants of a world they've never seen
Blur is the line between him and her
Eyes stair the night sky with flair, stars are massive
Prison bars are passive, no one's there
Cursive scribbles speak of active trees that bear
Divinity and care that Angels wear
Branches composed of songs that only pure souls can hear
Dreams that hidden gods share, sheer beams that lights retrieve
Believe; yes believe, that's the imperative step before the practice of faith,
They know that, God is a fact, no soul doubts that, or questions that
Yes believe! There is life elsewhere!
Spaces in the Universe we can't perceive


New colours exist, unknown shapes are there
Amorphous canvases painted with glare
Collages of time; future and history are concurrent
New philosophies and novel artists
Congruent dichotomies, single dualities and same differences
Never identified sound of voices, never classified sort of choices
Past body language to spirit jargons, imagination is before photography
Last holy carnage to new unborn saints healing wounded angels in advance
Meditation morphs mere mortals to paragons
Paradigms unnoticeably agitate word temperature
Conversations are heated, witness the speech bubbles
Troubles are tales of a life imagined by the weak
No dream, no reality, all is as it is, any other idea is oblique
There is just space and nothing else, shut your mind and connect to the unseen
Your belief system is a link
Yes believe, there is life elsewhere
Spaces in the Universe we can never perceive


Horizons hold twenty four doors to realms of miracles
Gaze at skies and see cross temples of the new chronicles
Thousands fold laws to govern hopes of lost popes
No one being is above the other, No mother or father
Only daughters and sons shining promises of a bright tomorrow to forgotten yesterdays
What we see as miracles have deployed frequent occurrences
As the syllables of amen on the tongue of a praying mantis
What bonds the son and the daughter in essence is incense smoke
Sons smoke and daughters make love to the dancing smoke
The dancing incense smoke caring hypnotic movements in its stride
Arms stretched behind the flat surface of the wind to protect its dreams from fading with time
Miraculous beings with cold feet caughing infinite riches from their treasure chests
Pleasure best suits fire blazers; appareled in flames sisters of phoenix they're perpetually hot
Wisdom promised to the brothers by the empty pages of doctrines and blind masters
They will alter shapes, align colours, balance numerals, their minds play rubrics’ queue with the walls of the Universe to show us spaces we could never perceive, provided we believe
Yes believe, there is life elsewhere
Spaces in the Universe we can never perceive