Rockets--re-edit as promised

[Lovely]

When rockets fly into ebon space
they leave behind the human race,
great is science; and the bomb,
where have humans gone wrong?

When rockets leave the earth behind
vertical in ebon's climb,
fast comits, demons born of space,
escaping earth's charge and bounded race,
harbingers of doom staring down;
a scene born, if you like, from Dante's gloomy hells,
Hiroshima, the science failed.
For what good is a bomb
when all the men of gone
and the scientist with conscience, brazened to his hell,
shakes hands with demonds which knew him well.
A reward for death he gave
when cursed and ascended to earth again
only good descends to halt the train,
of grim UR235---- splitting hairs again!
This matter of chaotic unbalance;
Smack it together for lead...
we are surely better of dead?


When rockets head up into space (you know)
that eternal wall without a face;
when drop no more the bomb
for love the stronger on;

our storms are our passions,
rocks beneath, rocks in space,
when left alone in silent peace---
we love the human race.

And rushing into the blue
upon rockets true,
the other rockets gone
a chance to live as one!

Comits, harbingers, these ancient grooms,
violet numbered--- these uncertain brews,
may all the bad be placed to space
and love become the Human Race,
divine sparks from silver to Gold,
rest in peace their merry souls!

Rockets, then become such dreams,
and peace protects the cursed been,
and angel's dance with merry glance
and all is well on wings at last!


Rockets: old and young, we of one incarnating abort,
love and rocks, yet others destined for demonic sport?
upon her locks----then?
What a lesson is this
free will for earthly dreams,
when all it takes to see---
is peace to enter our dreams.
Heaven bound, light sounded rocket-lark,
love bound wave of sheet-lightning,
burning oxygen to upward gaze
till blackness---- becomes her lightning!

Dance you then, as rainbowed beams
silver streams which, eagals climb,
upon the rivers and dreams of time
until these dewdrops turn----------
and atomic bombs no loger burn.

[Lovely]

I hope this doesn't bore the hell out of you guys and girls. It's gritty not to mention nitty. Some might hate it others may not.

Anyway, all zzzzzeeeee zest. Only typos ajusted here no change to structure.


DJL

[David]

Wow. You're not afraid of the big subjects, are you, DJL. Having said that, I'm not sure exactly what the message is, but I admire its epic scope.

There are all sorts of typos, but I'm not sure whether that would bother you. I suspect not.

It's a fulmination of sorts, I think, and quite an impressive one too. It's like a big fireworks display.

Not minimalism, eh?

Cheers

David

[Lovely]

Thanks David still at work with this to be honest. I know about the (typos) and thanks. Working with it still though.

Yes it is huge, in a message more than anything. Thanks. Not quite finished though this does need an edit I feel.

Have a nice weekend, David.



DJL

[jazziwoz]

theres a lot to take in from this poem and a lot of information to sift through, especially with the length of some of the stanzas. Having said that the subjects that arise are worthy of recognition

[backinblack]

Hi L, another epic eh? tons of good stuff in there again I see.
I like the fact that you write so freely on great topics.
I did notice the typos but hey! we all aim to improve,right?
Loved some of these images, thanks.

B.