molecule. (Friday Night’s Poetry Corner #45)

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People, people, people this joint here is an example of love at an early stage of being while forming your own person that shapes and shaping by the world. Great poem here called “Molecule” by Levi T. Visit this poet’s page and read other brilliant pieces. Welcome to another edition of Friday Night Poetry Corner #45!!

Originally posted on Relatively Poetic:

I am a molecule of water
attaching easily to all
I exist in states of matter
wherever I may fall

When you love with heat and fervor
I am vaporized, expanding
I fill with ease the greatest space
ever rising, never landing

When you dip to lukewarm temperatures
I condense, a splashing pool
I bathe you, and I mend you
become a liquid, clear and cool

And love, the times you turn away
send blasting chills of cold
I ache and turn to solid ice
and wait to melt, when you I’ll hold.

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Wading (Friday Night Poetry Corner #44)

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Good evening peoples from all over the world, surrounding neighborhoods or maybe out of space??
Any way lol, I would like to welcome you to another segment of Friday Night Poetry Corner #44. This week; a great visual, modern voice poem called “Wading” by K. Shawn Edgar will be sure to keep your eyes focus on your screen. Visit the poet’s blog when you get a chance. Very “mysterious” poet :o)

One more thing, the blog itself features a group of poets called “Carbon Noise Poetry.”  So visiting keep in mind you will see other good, great, intelligent, witty, thoughtful, and creative writers.  Yes I do deliver, enjoy!

Originally posted on Carbon Noise Poetry:

Their monochromatic faces hovered at the store again,

flying like black dragons at a seaside kite festival,

making me wonder why no one ever laughs at them.

Stoic humor is dead, I guess; lost in the bright-siding.

Oolong tea, better served hot, first withers in the sun.

It’s left to oxidize, tortured for taste, and later it’s twisted.

That’s how it is in our stockroom, but we laugh at our ills.

On the floor, we glad-hand our customers without guilt.

Even Mr. Thomson and the Peck family are welcomed.

Then, by lunch time, we’re back laughing straight faced.

We employ the art of Wade clowns and Chekhov plays

to get us through long, dark, boorish days. Fishermen!

We’re trolling the backwashes, waist deep: Set the hooks.


K. Shawn Edgar | Writer | Telepath | Fixed Gear 45×17

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ASTRONOMICAL—A Look Beyond and Forward Imagination..

The void creates madness to the weak and and arrogant ones..

Good evening Ladies & Gentlemen.

Tonight I am featuring an exclusive look into my newest book “Astronomical,” Chapter 3.  The crew of Amaco is at the beginning of their mission.  None of it went as plan currently but the professionals they are; they plan for everything.

Or do they?

I hope you enjoy the read.  Hard Copies are on sell at Lulu.com & the E-book is available at amazon.com.

Enjoy this look, I’m sure you will want more ;o)

Appreciate the time..

 

 

Chapter 3
Beginning Travels Into the Void

“On the other hand, science itself cannot deal with such issues, and it seems unlikely that–even in the extended form required to accommodate the multiverse-science will ever prove or disprove the existence of God..”

-Bernard Carr

Space, an unforgiving environment of beauty and unseen danger was an explorer’s reverie to conquer. The gathering of secretive comets, blind eye black holes and the creation of a planetoid itself, wonders! The void of black and tiny lights surrounding the heavenly bodies of nature is a beautiful sight. The absence of human normalcy’s, such as oxygen and gravity, fosters strength to human explorers to keep edging on. Minutes in a sense are hours, days are months and time is a terrible companion to the anxious but a helpmeet to the wise. Col. Harrison’s crew, half of them sleeping, sped through space almost close to the outer edge. Their ship, the Amaco, riddled with small bumps and scratches from small asteroids blasted at maximum warp speed compliance (warp demo 1).

Col. Harrison was still awake while his crew continued in their slumber. He glared out of the mini-convex window (window which has an auto-zoom function for objects on the outside to appear much closer than they are) towards a phenomenon. A marvelous sight of red dust nova clouds on the left bow of the vessel glimmered with flashing lights. The clouds were completely stunning to the naked eye. The glitter of blinking lights mixed with red and yellow dust appeared like a comet blasting though an earth dust storm. The beautiful sight made the Colonel adore his job even more. Exploration at its finest, the gift of seeing what many others wouldn’t have the comprehension of dreaming of. He wanted a closer look. He needed to see what was actually causing the lights to glimmer so brightly in the void. He turned quickly to the navigation computer and input the coordinates of the dust nova cloud.

“Input coordinates B-24 in sector 13—-minus speed of 7.53E-10 to 2.23E-8,” mumbled the Colonel.

Within a few seconds the screen displayed the numerical/letters 553-C.24 Sector 56 which transmuted the findings to a visual for the mini-convex window. The picture was astounding. Numerous comets collided with mid-sized meteorites displaying red and yellow color as the aftermath of each blast. The explosions were so powerful that if the Amaco was within 1,000 miles of the blast, the ship would designate from the shockwaves. Col. Harrison knew this find was an important one as he started the recording of it before the initial zoom computed. Great intuition!

“What a sight Robert,” spoke a now awakened Lt. Greer.

“I know. Sometimes a veteran needs luck more than skill. The ENA’s (Energetic Neutral Atoms) are working properly, more yellow/blue color though.”

“That must mean the surrounding area around the phenomenon must be close to 13,000 degrees Fahrenheit,” remarked Lt. Greer as he stared closely at the initial readings.

“Possibly,” spoke Col. Harrison. ENA’s are more accurate with planet readings anyway.”

“Awe, don’t forget Colonel, we can use them for deep space scans as well.”

“Yes, of course. Program the navigation computer for a forwards scan of 10,000 miles ahead,” remarked the Colonel in a relieved tone.

“Understood,” replied Lt. Greer as he carried out the order without delay. “We should get an estimate reading within a half a day.” Afterward Lt. Greer stretched his arms upwards and let out a relaxing yawn. His eyes were a little red from the previous night’s nightcap but chuckle a kid like chuckle. His eyes brighten at such an exploration.

“Uh, there are some breath mints in the compartment above you,” muttered Col. Harrison. “Just my suggestion.”

“Noted, will follow,” retorted Lt. Greer with a smirk. He reached for the above compartment and hastily grabbed a few. After chewing on them for a few seconds, he appeared very pleasant, almost donning a youthful aura. He let out a playful yawn and glared at the navigation computer again with great curiosity. His weariness didn’t once slow down his wondering, nor did it forsake his courage for the unknown. The red nova storm was dangerous, very dangerous, but the mission must succeed, even at the cost of his and his teammate’s lives.

“We should be in range of the outer edge in a few hours,” spoke Lt. Greer. “Any idea of what to do if we run across any M-class planets?”

“Explore of course.”

“Let me be clear,” replied a more firm Lt. Greer. “Any ideas if we meet hostile aliens on any M-class planets?”

Col. Harrison sat for a half a minute pondering hard over the question. “What will we do? I mean what will I do???”

Lt. Greer sat for a moment and waited for a reply but he never got one. He knew then either the Colonel didn’t want to answer or his mind was daydreaming again. Either way, he was not going to pursue a response.

He glared back at the wonders of the nova storm. Magnification of 8000 displayed more comets of yellowish, blue lights exploding in clear detail. He could have sworn that each blast formed a dust like face. It was an unfamiliar face but with horns and long jagged teeth. He turned for a quick second and glanced back but the image was gone. “It seems like my nightmares are blending in with my reality,” the Colonel thought to himself.

“I’m bout to get some more sleep Robert,” spoke a tired Lt. Greer. “Try not to have anymore dreams of me becoming a Jorganica will ya.”

“I’ll try not to,” chuckled Col. Harrison.

“Let’s get back on course. Maybe this wonder will still be here when we get back.”

At that, the Colonel programmed the auto pilot back to their old course towards the outer edge. He then stood up and walked towards the back of the shuttle as the crew was still asleep, or so he thought.

“Robert, can we talk?”

He turned slowly and saw Sgt. Crawford staring at him and nodded his head. She stood up and spoke softly, “I want to say I’m sorry for my outburst the other night.”

“There’s no need….”

“Yes, the need is there,” replied Sgt. Crawford as she rubbed her eyes tenderly.

“Let’s go to the kitchen and finish this conversation,” Col. Harrison spoke as he placed his right hand on her shoulder.

“I’d like that.”
Back on Earth, Columbia, MO to be exact, Benny Harrison laid in his bed in a cold sweat. The old home of Col. Harrison had seen better days as the farm of yesteryear was in dismay. The house itself needed much upgrade. It was not inhospitable but needed an upgrade simply for more comfortable surroundings. Mr. Harrison’s skin was very wrinkled, more so because of the disease he had. Both of his eyes were almost blind and his lips were completely dry. His head was bald. He had lost his hair due to not taking the natural medicines sooner. He was so tired that sitting up in his bed was a chore that would remove most of his strength for the day. His wife sat by his bed, refusing to cry. She didn’t want to show any type of weakness while her beloved was in such a state. She grew older as well but still in better condition. Her hair was white but she still had the shape of a 30 year old woman. She sat still and so sad over the condition of her husband. The man of her life was so strong in the past but was now just a shell of his former self. Actually, Mr. Harrison’s condition was worse than that since a shell still had some strong traits left but not her husband. He would cry in the middle of the night and howl with pain in the mornings. The afternoons were much worse, as he would actually forget his wife’s name and even at times forget that they were even married. This included forgetting he even had a son. Mrs. Harrison was angry with their son. He hadn’t visited them in over 7 months. She knew his assignments were long but still pondered why he hadn’t even tried to come home. Mrs. Harrison stood up and walked out of the room and into the kitchen. She sat on the stool and glanced back to see if Benny could see her. He couldn’t and at last she relaxed. She cried for nearly 15 minutes.

“Robert, why can’t you come home,” muttered Darlene Harrison between tears. Her blue eyes yearned for the past but instead continued to cry like there was no future. “I know he’s dying, I know he’s……”

At that thought, her heart almost stopped. Her face was so stained with tears it appeared to she came from inside from a rain shower. She didn’t hear anything coming from the room. Darlene ran quickly. She knocked down two kitchen chairs and almost slipped down the hallway to his room. As she entered, she fell to her knees and stared blankly as if time had forsaken this room.

“No, damn YOU!!!!!”

She stopped crying, it was too late. Tears never awakened the dead…..
Forward again in space…
The Amaco was now heading towards the last part of its journey but in contrast with the two crew members who had just begun their journey on board the ship. Col. Harrison drank his first cup of coffee and rubbed his brow as Sgt. Crawford was near the completion of her statement.

“Robert I know it wasn’t your fault.”

“You sure” countered Col. Harrison with a doubtful tone as his breathing became heavier? “Do you actually believe that? He was your family member. I knew you were close to him.”

“I was, but I as a trained officer, I know the risk of space exploration.” Sgt. Crawford retorted as she stared softly into the Colonel’s eyes. “This isn’t my first rodeo Commander. I knew then that the mission was perilous.”

Colonel Harrison stood quiet, pondering what to say but his mouth and brain were not cooperating with one another.

“You don’t have to say a word.”

Then a few words uttered out, “I need too Sergeant. I need too.”

“No, and why don’t you ever call me by my first name?” Sgt. Crawford asked in a confused manner. “We have known each other for seven years now?”

“I just want to keep…”

“…..professional huh?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“Now who’s hiding their thoughts now?”

“Classic avoidance, I see the game now,” replied the Sergeant as she stood up and walked towards the window. Her eyes focused on the wayward comet that was just off the bow of their ship. She wondered at the beautiful reddish stream of light that followed the space ball. Space could be so much simpler compared to real life. At least it is honest and true to its nature not like the conversation with her commanding officer.

“You got me Ernestine…..”

She turned slightly, displaying the flirtatious smirk on her face as her eyes focused strongly on the Colonel’s face. The sleepless eyes and sunken cheeks almost made her feel sorry for him but before she could answer, the alarm went off.

“What the hell,” cried the Commander as he and Sgt. Crawford ran towards the cockpit of the ship. Lt. Greer woke up as well. Dr. Noguchi soon followed in a sleep like manner.

“What’s amiss,” spoke the Doctor while following up with a modest yawn.

Lt. Greer looked towards the navigation board and viewed the flashing green light next to the scanner controls. “Someone is trying to contact us.”

“What’s the identification of the ship?” asked Col. Harrison.

“Unknown Sir.” replied Dr. Noguchi as she started to increase the power to the scanners. “But one thing I can say, they can see us but can’t identify us.”

“Nexus Jorganica?!” asked Sgt. Crawford.

“Most likely, is the communicate data receiver on?” spoke Col. Harrison as he quickly sat down near the controls.

“Yes, full capacity,” Lt. Greer responded calmly.

Col. Harrison motioned for everyone to move to their assigned stations. Dr. Noguchi sat near the outboard scanners station. Sgt. Crawford was sitting at the engine station so she could monitor any problems with the warp drive. Lt. Greer sat next to the Commander as he turned off the auto pilot control and started to fly the ship manually in case they were attacked. The alarm sounded like a ringing school bell, a flashback of old films of school yard playgrounds.

“You’ll need to answer that Sir,” replied Sgt. Crawford as her face tighten.

The Colonel, without anymore hesitation, grabbed the receiver and replied, “This is the freighter ship Camn. How may we help you?”

“Here’s hoping the language translator is working correctly,” pondered Lt. Greer to himself as he continued to monitor the sender ship via sensors.

There was silence.

Col. Harrison without missing a beat repeated his greeting, “This is freighter ship Camn. I am Captain Zor of the Brandizite Alliance at your service. How may we help you?”

“Brandizite, Brandizite,” was the only echo softly heard through the speakers from their unknown interceptor. Most likely it wasn’t meant to be heard as the Amaco’s communication system picked it up; a credit to Earth’s engineers for masterful work.

The communicator was still silent. Only faint sounds of static inhabited the speakers. Quickly, Col. Harrison motioned for Dr. Noguchi to mute transmission.

“Can they detect our ship?” the Colonel queried without pause.

“Again, not at this distance Sir.” replied Dr. Noguchi as she turned fully to face her Commander. “Unless the Nexus Jor came up with new technology to expand their sensors, they can’t identify this ship’s internal energy codes from their immediate position.”

Then a voice emoted, an arctic sounding voice, “This Num 15 of the Republic of Nexus Jor. Your ship is in violation of our territory. You must state your purpose.”

“Time to sound convincing, hope those high school drama electives come back to me,” muttered Col. Harrison to himself. “Our purpose is to deliver cherristale wheat to the Verrta Moon.”

Again there was a long pause, at least fifteen seconds. The silence made even the seasoned veteran Colonel a little nervous.

“Stand by and slow engines to impulse.” replied Num 15 coldly.

Col. Harrison nodded to Sgt. Crawford to obey the command from the Nexus Jor. He rubbed his brow as his face tighten, harden. His eyes lighten up as he turned sharply to his friend. Without haste, he muted the speakers as Lt. Greer spoke, “I don’t know Sir. They might ask why we didn’t give them a flight plan prior to entering their territory.”

“I thought of that.” replied the Colonel. “Intelligence didn’t have enough information to forge one. Formal communications between our worlds have been cut off for almost a year. We don’t even know what inter-galactic trade they have going on with other worlds…..”

“Colonel, the Nexus Jor ship is close to internal sensor range,” interrupted Sgt. Crawford. “If they come within 1500 meters of us our ruse will be detected.”

Before Col. Harrison could answer, the Num 15 returned, “Please halt, your flight plan hasn’t been confirmed by our Ministry of Guard.”

“With all due respect Num 15, this shipment must reach Ver—–“

Communications were abruptly terminated as the Nexus Jor ship continued to slowly move closer to the Amaco. The Colonel knew this would not end in their favor and decided on a secondary plan.

Escape.

“When I give the order, punch the warp drive to spatial 2 Sergeant,” Col. Harrison spoke forcefully.

“Understood,” replied Sgt. Crawford as she turned her chair to face her computer. She rubbed her cheeks as a defense pattern. It calmed her for the time being.

“Dr. Noguchi, how far are we from outer edge,” asked the Colonel.

“11,000 miles Sir,” Dr. Noguchi replied hastily.

“That’s some distance Colonel,” spoke Lt. Greer as he re-checked the navigation computer. “If they are still using their Acutii Class Sar ships, they can reach the speeds of warp 4. Our maximum is 3.3.”

“Hmm, that gives us…..”

“Commander, sensors are picking up two Nexus Jor Acutii ships—De-cloaking off our starboard brow!”

“Sons of bitches, this has been a ruse on us the entire time,” yelled Lt. Greer!!”

“Punch warp drive NOW,” bellowed the Colonel!!!

The Amaco blasted off as three pulsar beams exploded from their near position. Part of the nearest beam just grazed the ship. A piece of the right wing broke off as the particular vaporized, leaving nothing. Amaco blazed forward on a new course. It headed straight to the outer edge with three Nexus Jor ships in pursuit. The crew worked like robots administering pure precision with no hesitation of duty. The enemy ships were closing fast. Even with the evasive maneuvers, Lt. Greer conducted with good accuracy. Sgt. Crawford carefully monitored the engines and unfortunately noticed a flaw in the design.

“Commander!” spoke Sgt. Crawford loudly. “The engines won’t be able to hold full compliance unless we power down in six minutes!

“You gots to be fucking kidding me,” snapped Lt. Greer in great annoyance as he grind his teeth. He smashed both of his clenched fists on the nearby dashboard. “This ship can’t handle a full warp 3?!”

Col. Harrison pondered with much quickness over the new dilemma. They must find a place to hide from their sensors. In order for him to think more clearly, he ordered Lt. Greer to issue more maneuvers to keep the Nexus Jor off balance.

“Got it Sir,” Lt. Greer retorted. “Here’s some shit they haven’t seen, even if their spies were thorough enough.

“Fire back when you can,” ordered Col. Harrison as he began research on the second navigation computer. Sweat started to form a little as combat was nearing its climax.

Amaco then embarked on maneuvers that with lack of better words, was not sanctioned by the USWL Space Core. The ship engaged in near fatal barrel rolls that almost clipped the enemy’s ship with its wing. Then the Amaco rolled strongly to the right and fired two nuclear missiles striking one of the Nexus Jor’s ships. The hit was exact as the enemy ship endured direct damage to its shields and warp core. It fell out of combat sharply.

A voice then screamed from the speakers, “Your intrusion of our territory will go punishable!!” It was Num 15. His ship was now in the middle of the fray. The Colonel had to think fast. He knew Lt. Greer’s tactics would only last so long. He felt his ship shake, mostly from the blast that nearly hit them. A few minor hits on the outer left end but no important systems were damaged. The stars grew brighter, as if it were a signal for their destruction.

“Think,think, you son of a bitch,” cursed the commander to himself as his glared menacingly at the view screen brawling up his left hand.

Luckily he then remembered something for past trainings. Professor Alisha Taylor explained that the lack of speed as well as the armor and shielding made up for the Amaco’s evident flaws. He now felt direct hits on the engines and outer hull. Shields were still holding at 85% capacity. The outer plates were made up of liquid titanium and a technology given to them by the Plexious (native of southern Mars, better known as Ieus). He finished with his past scans and viewed a nebula only 600 miles away. Not just any nebula, but a cousin to the Boomerang Nebula, called Normandie Z Nebula . The main difference between the two was that the Normandie was a lot warmer than the other, temperature only reaching -250 C°. Way above absolute zero.

“Catfish, head towards the Normandie Nebula!”

“Huh, Robert will our shields and plates hold up?!” Lt. Greer retorted in an unsure manner. His face wrinkled up as stress was now more apparent than before.

“FLY TOWARDS THE DAMN THING!!”

Like a loyal soldier of the Core, the Amaco’s new destination was plotted as a nearby blast dropped the shields to 55%. They were hit by plasmas missiles, the most dangerous projectiles in this part of the solar system. “Crawford, can the engines withstand us making it to the nebula?”

“Yes Commander, we still have a minute left.”

“Sir, our sensors will not work while we are inside,” remarked an edgy Dr. Noguchi as her eyes twitched.

“That will help us Doctor,” responded Sgt. Crawford instead. If our sensors don’t work, theirs don’t either.”

“Hopefully I am right. I seem to be striking out in the correct decisions department,” wondered Col. Harrison as he placed his left hand on the side of his face, emoting a light groan. His eyes turned red within minutes, his muscles loosen for the first time in almost an eternity. He was worried but no other decision could be made at this time. They needed to lose their pursuers. Another close dogfight could destroy them.

The Amaco continued its unorthodox maneuvers as it neared the nebula. The computers started to blink off and on for a bit until Sgt. Crawford and Lt. Greer balanced the regulated power output to match the current shielding status. Greer precisely conducted sharp rolls and flew between wayward comets and asteroids to help slow down their hunters. Then all of a sudden, the sensors went blank and they were blind. At first, looking out the view screen, all they could see was blackened space with a few bright stars hugging the background. Then, like magic, a purple like color engulfed the ship and all they heard from the speakers was static. The nebula was beautiful inside. Purple like electric clouds became their neighbors as electric volts lightened the environment. Many asteroids were trapped in the nebula as well as abandoned cargo ships. The ships were dead in the water with numerous amounts of ice forming across their hull. The computer displayed the information regarding the shield and plate strength, both were still holding at half fold. It was working. The Amaco was beating the elements of the Nebula.

“Come to a full stop,” ordered the Colonel. “Shut down all non significant power, but I want the internal sensors on as well as the outer. Wait, let me clarify,” Col. Harrison cried as his initial orders weren’t too clear. “Allow life support, medium shields and impulse engines to stay on along with the outer sensors.”

“Sir, the sensors won’t….”

“I know Doctor, but I want you and Sgt. Crawford to work on stabilizing the senor array just in case we can get some type of reading in here.”

“Understood,” replied Dr. Noguchi.

The Colonel rose up and walked towards Lt. Greer who was attempting to dodge energy blasts. Catfish was in full form. His pilot skills just saved their lives.

“Catfish, pull the ship behind one of those large asteroids there,” ordered Col. Harrison.

“You got it.”

Lt. Greer followed the orders and viewed a nice size asteroid just 4000 feet in front of them. The location was deeper in the nebula, but more importantly, it was near an energy storm. The storm would cause more interference for their enemies but would make it harder for them to compensate for the increase in power to their senor array. Numerous dark red like dust particles surrounded the ship as the skies became brighter and the outside energy became more potent. The skies amazingly also looked like water waves of energy and vibrations of sorts. The temperature was around 230 degrees Celsius. Their shields and armor plates were still holding at 50%. A blast of white flash was not common place followed by a rumble that shook the ship as if they were in a 7.5 earthquake on Earth. They parked the ship and turned to the Commander, “As ordered Commander, what now?”

“We’ll wait; I want a damage report on all systems.”

“I’m running a diagnostic right now. It should take about 50 minutes for it to be completed.

Col. Harrison sat down and let out a sigh of relief as he turned to face his friend, “You did good Catfish, excellent work.”

“You know I do it my way,” chuckled Lt. Greer as he sat back in a relaxing manner.

Sgt. Crawford and Dr. Noguchi also sat back and took a few deep breaths as well. The doctor set the computer to analyze the dense nebula and gained readings in a span of 30 minutes. Hopefully with the data, Sgt. Crawford could figure out a way to adapt the sensors to work within the energy storm. Sgt. Crawford glanced out of the window as another blast exploded around them. She marveled as she spoke softly, “Cold heat.”

“I thought we were going to die back there,” spoke Dr. Noguchi as she began to wipe the lingering sweat from her forehead. Her shirt was damp with perspiration. It was obvious that she wasn’t combat ready like the rest of her shipmates.

“Lt. Greer is an exceptional pilot,” replied Sgt. Crawford as she handed the good doctor another dry rag. “If he was less than that, we would have been dead.”

“Yes, y-yes quite right,” Dr. Noguchi retorted in relief.

“You were fine Doctor,” cried Sgt. Crawford. “How you handled yourself back there made me forget you were new to intergalactic missions.

“Thanks, Crawford,” spoke the blushing doctor as her smile finally came back. “I needed those words.”

Both women sat in silence for a bit. Both were thinking about the mission and survival in the cold gas nebula. Sgt. Crawford continued to check the computer for updates on its calculations.

“Everyone, listen up,” Col. Harrison spoke with authority but with a tinge of gratitude. “This crew stood firm under extreme pressure. We are still in the woods however, even though these woods are made up of energy currents along with frigid temperatures. Two other Nexus Jor ships are out there, hopefully just as blind as we are. One sort of good note, I did send off a distress call back to home base. If it gets there, it is only for a report on our encounter with the Nexus Jor. To put it another way, no rescue mission for us, we are on our own.”

The rest of the crew just listen as their emotionless faces showed firmness of what they just heard.

“I only hope the Nexus Jors won’t attack Earth because of our actions, spoke a candid Sgt. Crawford.”

“I don’t believe so,” replied the Colonel. “I hope they would think that we were a rogue ship from Earth. The Core will have some planned out statement to release. Did you get out an emergency coded message to the Core?”

“Yes sir, I sent the message out when we were first contacted by the Nexus Jor,” Dr. Noguchi retorted.

Col. Harrison smiled a bit as he replied, “Anxious huh, or you just had a sixth sense we weren’t going to bluff our way past them?”

“A little of both, Commander,” responded a smirking Dr. Noguchi.

“Well, with interference from their initial signal jamming, the message will get back to Earth in about four weeks at the most,” spoke Sgt. Crawford.

“Is that your best assessment?” queried the Colonel.

“My best needs no questions Commander.”

The Amaco, not dead but still hanging on to a little energy, rested amongst the chaos of the nebula. The energy storms were sporadic and unpredictable but shielded from the technology eye called the sensors. The colored sky of purple and white was a mixture of beauty and mystery. The only way they could be seen is from the window of a ship and with that, the ship needed to be within 300 feet of them. They were safe for the moment, a moment of constant fear of repression. They needed to recover, in spirit and body but regrettably not at this time. The crew worked tirelessly on maintaining the sensitive systems of the ship. The sensor array was still useless but Crawford kept working on it. It was her only duty but more importantly, her reputation was at stake.

Col. Harrison then decided the best use of their time was to calculate the distance from their current position to the outer edge. He enlisted Lt. Greer for assistance as both of them put their years of experience to guess the closest distance. Guess work was the key here since the sensors were out which affected the navigation systems. He knew one error, even the smallest, would doom them. Personal life to a member of the Space Core wasn’t important. What was important, however, was the success of the mission. He motioned a silent order to Lt. Greer to begin work on the calculations. His trusted friend knew what the order was. He had received such ones in their numerous missions in the past that took a turn for the worse.

After two hours, give or take a few minutes, the sensors were back on line but only at 40 percent. Col. Harrison glanced at Sgt. Crawford who finally leaned back in her chair for a brief respite.

“The engines are a go as well, Commander,” Sgt. Crawford spoke with a soft smile. We can get the maximum warp 3 out of them.

“That should be enough to make a run for it,” entered Lt. Greer.

The Colonel then stood up and paced the middle floor of the command center. He would love to disarm one of their pursuers but if they failed, the possibility of them being destroyed would be likely. “Fuck it! Let’s go for it,” mumbled the Colonel to himself.

“Sergeant, fire up the main engines. It’s a go,” ordered Col. Harrison as he stared out of the window to the brightened void of the nebula. “Head straight towards the outer edge, also Catfish keep your eye on the sensors. I don’t want to be ganged up by more of the Nexus Jors.”

“Understood,” replied Sgt. Crawford while Lt. Greer nodded in agreement.

That instant, the ship’s main engines fired up. The sight was noticeable as their attackers attempted to converge on their position. The Amaco then blasted off towards the outer edge, only with a hope and a prayer to reach their initial objective. The crew was nervous but all did their duty without fear. It was an amazing sight. All four worked in unison with their individual computers. The enemy ships began firing numerous photon missiles but careful maneuvers foiled their plan of destruction. Lt. Greer was at his finest in workmanship. His unusual defense patterns kept the Nexus Jor at bay from engaging in a successful offense.

“Sir,” cried Lt. Greer as numerous sweat beads formed around his forehead. He gazed at the control panel as the instruments readings were beyond his understanding. “Our path coordinates are off the map, I can’t get a reading of where we are at!!”

Col. Harrison double checked the navigation computer and saw a blank screen. It was fully operational about a minute ago. “That’s right,” muttered the Colonel to himself as his right fist balled up in frustration. He glared out into space to discover no stars. It finally dawned on him, “….we are in the OUTER EDGE!!!’

Without warning, the ship began to shake violently as everyone on the ship fell on the floor hard. The good doctor slid towards the wall as Sgt. Crawford raised her head up before losing her grip on reality….

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‘my’ identity (Friday Night Poetry Corner #43)

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“identity needs others to profile itself’ click the pictures to enlarge … [gallery type="rectangular" link="none" ids="807"] mental mind always pushes its image of self, and mind is absolutely sure that this image is reality.…

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Akaasi 13: Cries of Gaza (Friday Night Poetry Corner #42)

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Greetings everyone and welcome to another segment of Friday Night Poetry Corner #42. Yes, yes this is the second week in a row that I am a day late and a dollar short..

Well a quick note; Me along with a couple of my friends went to the Baltimore Comic Con this year. Extremely enjoyable–No I did not dress up. One day, yeah one day.

Now back to the Corner. Tonight I am featuring a socially thought-provoking work by Osama Iftikhar called “Akaasi 13: Cries of Gaza.” This poem in its greatness had a raw emotion to it that regardless of your philosopher leanings; it will affect your human side or at least cause you to ponder on certain things. Visit his page when you get a chance as well. Thank you for supporting and keep writing, thinking, believing in you because who else will do so in a passionate manner.

Originally posted on Poems & People:

Your world in ruin, also your home,
helplessly suffering bitter misfortune,
bleeding Gaza must be where you roam
imagine your wailing unheard importune.

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Friday Night Poetry Corner #41; To Grandmother

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This is late Friday Night Poetry Corner #41, but it is a special one. On August 30, 2014 my grandma; Alma Higgins had her 100th birthday.

Sweet, long hard centennial.

I can’t image the things she seen. The moments in time she was a witness to. The evolution and devolution of human kind. The struggles, plight of African-Americans along with all Americans. The vicious wars along with the evils of Jim Crow. The manic economic, rational and spiritual depressions. The numerous presidents that didn’t resemble her until 2008.

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The understanding and respect all ethic groups began have for one another, well more so from her time.

Her unique grasp on survival and exultation. Her gentle reasoning of loss and forgiveness. Joy and riches, poor and self-doubt. Strength in knowing when, how to push on. The courage in knowing when to let go. She observe so many love ones who passed during her life. So many people lost in time but alive within her. The beautiful smile she displays when saying “Hey y’all.” The various speeches of people who she heard that could move crowds as well as shun the good away. One way or another she made it through and still had the foundation to say, “Hey y’all.”

There is so much more to my grandma, her wisdom of human interaction is magnificent. How she recognizes the most in all and ways to makes us gain from it. The country living and the old roads of Louisiana made me so humble and so honored to have such a beginning.

The future doesn’t seem so scary as her road map gave me, us much faith in human resilience. A road with a 100 ways of knowing the right direction…

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TO GRANDMOTHER
By MIKE SANTIAGO.

 

A Grandmothers love is hard
To explain

It is made up of joy sacrifice
And pain

A Grandmothers love is patient
And forgiving

And each moment with her
Makes life worth living

A Grandmothers love turns a
House into a home

And her beauty shines like a
Precious stone

A Grandmothers love will
Always touch your soul

A love so gentle Gods gift
To behold

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Cigar smoking begets quiet musings…

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Sometimes the greatest in you is the least one you think about…

That pressure to be the one who makes all the decisions to satisfy your soul screams for acknowledgment. Wants what others have and in return craves a matter greater, better than acceptance.

Respect.

It is far too wrong to make our shortcomings our focal point of thought. It is nonsensical to believe that vices can make a person stronger.

I can not even remember anytime that my wrongs were greater than my thoughts of something optimistic in nature. I feel such an emotion only at a low point in my life. No where near the bottom but low nonetheless. This sort of reasoning belongs to self-esteem deniers. The ones who want pity instead of triumph.

You know the ones I speak of.

Now for just a second, release your own prejudices or a person, or persons who irks your being from just a mere look at them. Hearing their tone, listening to their dialect. Cursing the differences and belittling all of their essence that makes them human.

Notice I didn’t say the antonym..

Could a person quiet their ignorant voices to hear and understand what the other “different” is saying?

Does anger make you say things you hate to regret?

Or does sorrow affects your being when you are not on top. When you are at equal standing with the next “different” person. When your sad beliefs are question, and you really has no response.

You forgot that intelligence equates to learning, openness to a broader understanding of self and the world.

A world not mirroring you, but you painting its surface with educational assurances.

If all of these things you can do and feel better for it. Even with the loss of friends. The exile of family, and the change in noticing, talking, believing in something you were condition to hate..

Then you are the enlighten human being of space and time.

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My window at night, iv (Friday Night Poetry Corner #40)

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Everyone again, welcome to Friday Night Poetry Corner #40. Here is a poem whose imagery is near brilliant. “My window at night, iv” by Jenifer Cartland. Please visit this poet’s page and read more of great writing. Take care and thanks for visiting!

Originally posted on Poems from in between:

Breathe air into my words.
Give them spaciousness,
room to roam and be flexed,
to be held, warmed,
to have fingers run across them,
pausing, to know the sense
of being swallowed bit by bit,
or held on the tongue.

Let them open up onto the prairie
to play in all the adventure
of the wide, clear spaces,
to be enthralled by what is plain,
to unwrap the spider’s web,
trace the trails of rain,
how the breeze clips the edges
of the grass, but no more.

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A Slice of Infinity (Friday Night Poetry Corner #39)

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Greetings again everyone.

On a more lighter note (heart still goes out to my home town of St. Louis, MO), it is time for another Friday Night Poetry Corner #39; THE SATURDAY EDITION.

Yeah, I know, I’m a late.

This nice work of poetry called A Slice of Infinityfrom the Carbon Noise Poetry*** blog is a wonderful vivid poem of a voice at a door of something. You my fellow poets, artists, writers, etc.. be the judge of this work, the surreal turns to something you must read for yourself..

Thanks again for visiting and visit the Carbon Noise Poetry Blog from time to time..

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The other night,
I saw a saffron moon,
Horizon low in the sky.
Nestled between two,
Parallel shelves of cloud.
Optically tinted,
And augmented.
There it hung,
Glowing softly,
Like a great celestial,
Yellow lantern.
I had to ignore,
The almost physical need,
Like a lump of urgency,
In my chest,
Compelling me,
To photograph it.
But the sublime,
Cannot be captured,
Nor confined.
So I chose instead,
To savor that moment,
Like a slice,
Of yellow moon cake.
So delicious.
And yet so fleeting.
One tiny piece,
Is all I got.
But I’ll remember,
The taste of it forever.

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Tragedy & Hope of St. Louis, MO–Mike Brown

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“That STL case was my home town. In fact the young man graduated from my old high school. I can tell you this. The bruthas I know ain’t behind a keyboard. For real. It is really time to take a good look at nation building. We must understand that violence anywhere is a threat to peace everywhere. The destruction in our communities comes from us which allow others to continue the same devilish behavior towards our kids and adults. If we don’t police our own, install knowledge of self in the form of education, empathy and self-reliance how will we stand?

What foundation are we building?
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From this forth any destructive message in the form of entertainment, drugs, material wants need to be address and check. Enough of the bullshit. We either step up or step the fuck off and if we don’t see the need for true nation building??

Save the BS for others.

Save the I’m on for me for others. Because trust and believe other cultures are building nations.

They are building wealth, business, educational systems, spiritual base, and self relying money that don’t jump out the community every second of freedom. They believe they are free, we need to do the same.”

That above was a very emotional statement I posted on Facebook that came about from the regrettable actions happening in my hometown of St. Louis, MO. On August 9th, a young man, Mike Brown was shot to death by a Ferguson City Police Officer (part of St. Louis County)from mix reasons (stole some cigarettes, tried to grab a gun from the police car) From eye-witness the young man did not have a gun and even the Ferguson Police Chief confirmed this. What is striking was this young man’s body was left out in the streets, barricaded by policemen for 4 hours before taken to the morgue (or at least taken away from the scene). Four hours to which his mother and step-father look in shock, anger and horror.

Mike Brown was a recent graduate of Normandy High School and was set to start classes at Vatterott College the following Monday.

Now I will say by no means are all police bad, meaning all police are trigger happy. I must say that this looks like on surface and from initial reporting another young black man gunned down by the police. I know all have heard throughout the years of young people; young black people shot by police and private citizens under the suspicion of being a threat. St. Louis from when I grew up has always had a long history of racial tension ranging from worker’s plight for equal jobs to racial profiling. The situation is at a boiling point to which the real discussion needs to be heard..

“What are the reasons for such a tragedy, a continuing tragedy?”
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One could explore this two-fold. First the obvious. There are racial tensions in St. Louis and it has not disappeared. People remember past transgressions of racial profiling and allegations of police brutality. People remember that nation wide cases of blacks being killed by police officers and private citizens using the “stand your ground” defense. No one forgets, the anger just settles for a bit until the next incident occurs. This time it is different.

This time the anger exploded!

This must be address, no longer will African-Americans will sit by and allow such transgressions to occur in their community. Any other minority group would had responded the same. I can assume that the majority White Americans of European descent would be angry if they believed a horrible event has happen with no other recourse to be heard. Sadly the anger transformed into mob violence, that is another calamity that has happen, and it is still continuing.
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Second we in the African-American community must continue but take a harder approach to the violence that has been plaguing our society for many, many decades. We must be honest with ourselves and fight against the gangs, drugs, apathy, poor educational systems, piss poor parenting that destroys our families and communities as a whole. We can not separate the two, violence is violence and the spirit of such must be stomped out. If some of us has no regard for each other lives, how would one expect another person, an outsider to have the same regard? It is our communities, our problem and we need to have ACTION SOLUTIONS!

If that means calling out rich, prominent African-Americans so be it. Nation building is not a foreign concept. Any one heard of “Black Wall Street” in Tulsa, OK?

Or the teachings of Marcus Garvey?

The Founding Fathers of the United States had such beliefs in nation building, it is time for us to reclaimed that.

The conclusion..

If we want to call our Americans, if we want to believe in such a belief of common brothers under one banner. We need to seriously have a discussion on race. That means leave out the personal feelings and discuss each other perceptions and own beliefs.

Discuss what improvements in communication and a realistic education that is inclusive to all.
That also mean inclusive economics, no more building the deck against one segment of society.
African-Americans need to hear what others think of them as well. Our kitchen isn’t the cleanest so a discussion on that, a real talk needs to occur. I will warn that our culture needs to be respected and because one is different from the other doesn’t mean that is bad.

It doesn’t mean something is wrong as variety of life is a reward.

It just means we are different and that is OK. Money and resources need to be look at as an equal value. With only knowledge of self and the realistic view of the prison and media industrial complex we can sit at a table and discuss honestly.

Because remember, we are viewing more prisons being build, by private ownership and it has our face as the look of the tenants. We see media painting different pictures of us to make us look horrible, thugs, and dregs of society for sensationalize news. Oh, rappers and piss poor entertainers we have not forgotten about you. You are on notice for the glorification of classless women, disrespecting women/mothers and praising money and drugs over life-sustaining qualities such as education,spiritual and natural mental health. You are part of the media industrial complex. We see you as well.
In closing, well as I repeated before..

“Violence anywhere, is a threat to peace everywhere.”

I also think Francis Paul of the comic book Shadowkill says it best as well..

“Freedom isn’t just a word, but a way of life.”

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