Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope of stars, of comets passing by, and shining supernovae in the darkest of the nights. So many different worlds, inhabited or not, spinning around like marbles on the floor mat of some God... We are children of the sky, kin to Space and Moons; shall we listen to their tune? Kaleidoscope of strings throughout the Milky Way, like delicate synapses of a Universal Brain, that dream amazing dreams; each throught is made of light, and travels in the blackness to the edge of Space and Time... We are children of the Sky, kin to Space and Moons; the whisper in our heartbeat... We are children of the sky, kin to Space and moons; shall we listen to their tune?

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Time to wake up: the world's waiting there for you; twelve million different colours to chase and dive into. Why d'you quit it and stay just by yourself? No sigh of doors and windows: you've built your prison cell. (So,listen honey) Life is here; here and now : you cannot stop this planet from spinning round and round. Life is here; here and now: the rhythm of your heartbeat is worth twelve million stars. You can't help it: it all looks empty and wrong, 'cause things are always shitty 'n' there's nowhere you belong. Stop this moaning: you're wasting precious time, and that is just the one thing you mustn't leave behind. Life is here; here and now: a flavour to be tasted, don't leave it the denied. Life is here; here and now: the whole world as we know it may disappear tonight. Use every minute, every spark of light: the whole world as we know it may dissapear tonight.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Is this the end? Is this what was meant to be? You're staring down in silence, but your thoughts are somewhere else... Just like fine sand that runs down my fingertips, the star-wind led you to me, now the star-wind takes you back... And you know the pain that i feel just behind my smile, standing at the trap-door with nothing to say I watch you pass me by... I know it well, I guess it was meant to be: a Spacer says "Forever", but there's always one more trip... And you know the pain that I feel deep inside my soul; standing in this space suit, my eyes to the sky, I have to let you go... And I know the pain that you feel as you meet my eyes: staring from the cockpit at all that you love, you have to say goodbye...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Let me cyber-hold you with sexy virtual machine arms; you will show seductively your brand new software charms We will choose the setting: "Caribbean night dot four"; I like the way the pseudo-waves run fast across the shore Everything's just perfect as I set my eyes on you (hold on,let me fix the blue)... This is more than reality: this is living in the Dream It doesn't matter where or who: it just can't be more real, so let's down together in this GodPuter Heaven, my little morbid Eve... Holograms and fractals are glowing endlessly; what a fading memory, the wires tapped in my skin and it makes no difference if you're forreal or not: who cares if you're a program file, as long as you're so hot! Everything's just perfect as you lead me to the bed (hold on,let me fix the red)... This is more than reality: this is living in the Dream; I swear some day I'll find the way to do without these strings, and live here forever leaving behild the nutshell, the hollow man called me.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

The feverish flaming sunset is staining with its blood the far horizon; the burning waves are running to the shoreline where they die whispering at his feet. Seven moons high in the sky; a small space-ship waits nearby; an old man cries in silence on the white cliff; his tears run off his face into the sea. [Man] "I spent my whole life searching for an answer: the meaning of the very Vital Flame. It's time for me to give up and surrender: I spent my days in vain". [Sea] "The meaning of a gift is in the way you give it; the sense of every life is in the way you live it. You can turn back the Clock of inner time feeling your life has just begun if you just see and feel: everything is different yet everything is One" Now the old man's face is smiling, while the Clock turns back to youth. The man is wimming in the purple ocean. The man is you.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

They came from out of nowhere, a distant galaxy; we didn't even know 'bout their existence. A little dying planet: they ravaged everything, and moved to further worlds within their system. A trail of mass destruction just anywhere they go, bringing the mark of violence and madness. We came across the vanguard; the shot without a word: not even an attept to set a contact. They are coming like a bad dream at night; cruel eyes shining as our little ones cry. Now we know what's hatred, ugliness and fright: the most terrible days have begun, on the Filthy Invaders' Dawn. Across the barrer deep space and on a thousand worlds, the battle rages on in all its fury. Their weapons ar so deadly no sign of mercy at all: these monsters came to smash and spoil the beauty. They are coming, and we fight to survive; cruel eyes shining, as our bastions boom high. Blaze of burning planets lightening up the skies; if we fall,any hope will be gone, on the Filthy Invaders' Dawn.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Springhtly and warm the raindrops are falling down pouring on the wide wood in the maze of greenery Flowers and shoots are dancing the dance of life; birdies run for cover underneath the sodden leaves. The Oak Tree is watching it all, King upon his throne Everything keeps changing, and yet standing still; he knows and stands alone... After the rain, the bees and the butterflies hover through the branches, with their queer trajectories. Quick as a wink, a squirrel is running down sniffing at the new scents, in a bright burst of life. The oak tree is watching it all from the greeny dome Through so many seasons, the chill and the heat, he's always stood alone... The Oak tree is watching it all; one more year has gone... Sheltered by his leafage, a new oak will spring; he'll be no more alone... All the nature, wild and free, keeps on whispering its tune in a hydroponic greenhouse orbiting around Neptune...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025