(the next one was written after watching the program on the hubble
telescope)
hubbles(microphone)
a bowed head
listening to the thoughts
releasing them in words
going ahead with trust
smiling at the release
feelings, feeling a phoenix
a thankful one
a hand in mind
touch of gratitude
a wonderful rememberance
that lives less prejudice
equality for all, not malice
which travels faster
light, sound,or thought.
who perceives more trustingly
youth, adult, or child
dust, gases, ashes creating
rising carnally totally engulfed
in the rebirth of a star
a universe- and the life
of ones self
a bowed one
a humble wish
take care- care of yourself...please
tigh...5/19/ 98
(i can remember the effort of carl sagan trying to get hie space ideas
accepted by the public.)
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time
it's time to part the ways
no harm, it's last years day
once someone is used
he gets used to the abuse
but, all rings well
for you are swell
and life goes on forever
paths that were onced walked
are lost in smoke and talk
stop and face the years
which echo smiles and tears
the tempo is update
work up no real hate
because life goes on forever
what was once so real
sits like an uneaten meal
you wonder why and how
that it happens just now
it's no joke
life's a probe
like it goes on forever....
tigh
(the smoke refered to is cig. smoke nothing else.)
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