Truncated History of future Moon Base “New Australia” 2108
Goat Heads of the Mists
Out of the mists
Ascend goats
Toppling cairns
Riding magma moat
Of conformation
And advent
Amid new Tibetan craters
Stiffened n’ arched spines
Hoofed charger,
ramming speed
Radiant goat
heads butting, butting
Sure-foot woolen beast
Carved in stone
Circumstance and path
Origins of goat alphabet
Goateed alphabet of rut
In New Australia 2108
The Hitchhiker
Turning the tables
Always led to
Increase in hitchhiking
Why?
Due to turn-about
Is still fair-play
Canyon freckled
Creation reckoned
Space time beckoned
Journey on spinning spheres
Litany of courage
Frailty of flash
Hounded, lest forgotten
Satan shackled
at last
Creation ending
Creation unfolding
Only restart of something
Rewind and fast forward
Woolly barber
intending well shearer
Lamb of God
Reckoned beaker
Promise perfect
Garden lair
and Rams’ pairs
Creation of mist
Ram heads in the air
Sun not up yet
In dawn haze
She is there; She is there
Horned owl, winged lion
Catching frog eyes
To swallow
Drops down
Plucks them
From grassy hideaways
Fills her gullet
Sharp her eyes
Sharper talons
Her direct flight
Efficient and fruitful
Sends chills down
A morning spine
Rabbits run across lupines
on Grandmother’s grave
stop abrupt, give vigil gaze
...above in predawn predation haze
First light; she splinters off
To her loftier nest
full of Owlets, hungry
For rat, frog and fish
-- Life evident
birth Burdened with Myth
Owl knows well that night
is Living history of moon light
Lunar specter as light reflector
Like an hour of darkness laser
Moon has been burdened
As accurate metaphor for Satan
Masquerading as source of light
But really only reflecting
some True light down on paths
Of those living in darkness --
Truth eclipses comparison
but Satan was shackled
by the Son
Explorer
Pygmy rock bounder
Horned errant
As mists lifts
Burning away
Stratified
Immersed
Pledged woolly robed visitor
In secrets earnest
To charge enemies who
Advance in truest form
Train eyes sternest
Cry: "Forward --
“No retreat”
Woes freighted
As traumas converge
Valor splendid
On shoulders
In morning mists
As moon and sun
Set and rise
with moon wind between
ram heads
Filling sky
Barely above mists
Eye on eye
Brains of rams
and goat heads of the mists
leaping in sixth sense
high flying in gravity sixth
The Naked Stalk
Mote, threshed loosed
chaff
Dry grass,
sodder
Stalks of grain, straw,
Stubble of
Naked husk
To settle forth
Vapors
Chaff
Lecherous she-things
seem to steam out
of walls, and seams
And even from books
Acting on treachery
Everywhere --
Even from her regard
In possession of she-brain
She-goat Elizabeth
Mourns the mist
‘Must we wake to mist?
Every morn?’
She asks Brother Charles
And Freddie Fodder
Self interest
Heightened senses, much like,
Reality is no reality...
surrounded by gravity
So must pass through
Deaf, dumb processing
Go they, so, virtually
Real, eh...
And that’s not all
There is self service
It is complicated, much like,
"Who said we should clip wings
"And tag bears
"And skin leopards ?"
Some curse of dust
moon settlers continue to live under
Proceeding with others’ wishes
Like once was said --
It is complicated
Much like Freemasonry,
and cults of fertility
How else could
well meaning descendant's'
of Baal find redeeming lives
than by staging robust migrate
to Lunar Base 2108?
Too many replications
Destroy antidotes
No one will baby sit
Like billy goats
No being does--
No caste has
gone this remote
New Australia
A goat kissed the mist
Her name is D V Dram,
She was looking for
2020 exhibits on Main
At Chevy Chase Ray
in New Cairo, Siam
She did a quick search
On her Bic.surgeX
To match the beast
At her feet, on its leash
With something
Recognizable of late
In her "Lunar Navigator
Correlative plates"
As missionary to moon
Her mission had been
Preach -- teach -- reach
But how
If she could not even
Understand
The primal screech
or errant bray
Of a flawed speech
How D V Dram
Worried for her kind
The boulevard
Was vacated at this time
But a large building
Was teeming
With fellow goat-herds seeming
To cajole and work
So there she commenced
To investigate the edifice where
The sign read "New Australia
Public Works and Metal Bending
Relics and Attributes Division"
Loud equipment
Being run by
Even louder natives
Conveyors fed presses
Up and down went machines
Banging thunderously
Into their bases
Where from afterward
Bent metal shot out
Onto belts and rollers
To where sparks flew
As parts got welded
D V Dram’s wrist vibrated
To show her the implicated
Match to her query of late
"It is a Dog-Cat,
somewhat matriculated"
"Thanks, SurgeX, return to steady state.."
Ecosystem Evidence
What truly is Remarkable
There is an entire ecosystem
Living collective, in and under
The "Public Works and Metal Bending
Relics and Attributes Division"
Factory floor
of Moon marble
where giant plants have rooted
growing great leaves fluted
Covering large stipules
Sticking out and being
Cross fertilized
By hummingbird spicules
Actually clones of hover
Drop tiny substance
On the flat leaves where
Large slugs scoot
along stems and roots
slurping up
droppings and algae
peanut shells, and grimy
Nicotine scale -- while
Winged butterflies follow
Their sluggish friends
And poke in turn
in the dust
on pollen laden heads
Of hummingbird's
Circles of oily fungi
Form in the slug slime
Growing into mushrooms
Of lunar kind
Microscopic inspection
Would doubtless reveal
An entire sub-visible thrill
Of thistle and seed
Typical of nature's industry
Of outback flotsam and debris
Underway now for a century
UBILAM
Just so we are all
up to speed --
On the same page,
Concerning chaos of age --
Noting its all the rage online
with settlers of
"New Australia Lunar" Stage
Is not a gate of heaven
by any sage...
Goats had hitchhiked
To lunar surface early
And Goat DNA had
Entered the "Errol Morris
Clone Factory" accidentally
And today was Day of the Dead
On Ubilam Beach, where
their leader calls out names
of passed away beloved
"Bedlam, Balaam, Belem, Balsam
"Bart rap, Bangles and Bartech --"
Called Bursar the Human Zy Goat
Calling out names of his dead
And departed relatives
The new races
Of New Australia
Were exceptionally strict
Well-measured and manicured
Almost Draconian ticked
They established a cemetery for pets
And a thin blue line
For security
They held festivals regularly
Such as: Misters of Death
Like today, and Fogs of War,
And, Mists of Plutonium
Or, Holographic Holocaust horror
Also, was a day of Locusts
and The Squid and the Whale
And the naming by Bursar stopped...
Even now
As new Goat Herds
Trippingly Pronk
And roust
Bounding in the kettle moraine
Of lunar surface
One of best times in their
Golden era was 7 x 6
Lunar cycles of childhoods
pre-Time when pupae
Out-birthed as humanoids
Into conditions favorable
And not toxin to clones
Mixed with mountain stock
Of venerable RAM’s analog
As factors allow
Childhoods to reach fruition
In accordance of some singularity
Known as pre-bang mechanics
Abiding no longer
Just as a mental construct
But as a mistake of science
Achieving furtherance
Through moderate living attribute
Of environmental factors and
With pollutants in abate
Meeting effectively all appraisal
For lunar base New Australia 2108
by Patrick Darnell, 05.31.2008
Some Links:
Goat Heads of the Mists gets my goat Richard Berry – Friday, February 08, 08
http://timea.rice.edu/index.html Cairo PHOTOS
http://lunar.gsfc.nasa.gov/moonfacts.html
ram heads
Filling sky
Barely above mists
Eye on eye
Brains of rams
and goat heads of the mists
leaping in sixth sense
high flying in gravity sixth
The Naked Stalk
Mote, threshed loosed
chaff
Dry grass,
sodder
Stalks of grain, straw,
Stubble of
Naked husk
To settle forth
Vapors
Chaff
Lecherous she-things
seem to steam out
of walls, and seams
And even from books
Acting on treachery
Everywhere --
Even from her regard
In possession of she-brain
She-goat Elizabeth
Mourns the mist
‘Must we wake to mist?
Every morn?’
She asks Brother Charles
And Freddie Fodder
Self interest
Heightened senses, much like,
Reality is no reality...
surrounded by gravity
So must pass through
Deaf, dumb processing
Go they, so, virtually
Real, eh...
And that’s not all
There is self service
It is complicated, much like,
"Who said we should clip wings
"And tag bears
"And skin leopards ?"
Some curse of dust
moon settlers continue to live under
Proceeding with others’ wishes
Like once was said --
It is complicated
Much like Freemasonry,
and cults of fertility
How else could
well meaning descendant's'
of Baal find redeeming lives
than by staging robust migrate
to Lunar Base 2108?
Too many replications
Destroy antidotes
No one will baby sit
Like billy goats
No being does--
No caste has
gone this remote
New Australia
A goat kissed the mist
Her name is D V Dram,
She was looking for
2020 exhibits on Main
At Chevy Chase Ray
in New Cairo, Siam
She did a quick search
On her Bic.surgeX
To match the beast
At her feet, on its leash
With something
Recognizable of late
In her "Lunar Navigator
Correlative plates"
As missionary to moon
Her mission had been
Preach -- teach -- reach
But how
If she could not even
Understand
The primal screech
or errant bray
Of a flawed speech
How D V Dram
Worried for her kind
The boulevard
Was vacated at this time
But a large building
Was teeming
With fellow goat-herds seeming
To cajole and work
So there she commenced
To investigate the edifice where
The sign read "New Australia
Public Works and Metal Bending
Relics and Attributes Division"
Loud equipment
Being run by
Even louder natives
Conveyors fed presses
Up and down went machines
Banging thunderously
Into their bases
Where from afterward
Bent metal shot out
Onto belts and rollers
To where sparks flew
As parts got welded
D V Dram’s wrist vibrated
To show her the implicated
Match to her query of late
"It is a Dog-Cat,
somewhat matriculated"
"Thanks, SurgeX, return to steady state.."
Ecosystem Evidence
What truly is Remarkable
There is an entire ecosystem
Living collective, in and under
The "Public Works and Metal Bending
Relics and Attributes Division"
Factory floor
of Moon marble
where giant plants have rooted
growing great leaves fluted
Covering large stipules
Sticking out and being
Cross fertilized
By hummingbird spicules
Actually clones of hover
Drop tiny substance
On the flat leaves where
Large slugs scoot
along stems and roots
slurping up
droppings and algae
peanut shells, and grimy
Nicotine scale -- while
Winged butterflies follow
Their sluggish friends
And poke in turn
in the dust
on pollen laden heads
Of hummingbird's
Circles of oily fungi
Form in the slug slime
Growing into mushrooms
Of lunar kind
Microscopic inspection
Would doubtless reveal
An entire sub-visible thrill
Of thistle and seed
Typical of nature's industry
Of outback flotsam and debris
Underway now for a century
UBILAM
Just so we are all
up to speed --
On the same page,
Concerning chaos of age --
Noting its all the rage online
with settlers of
"New Australia Lunar" Stage
Is not a gate of heaven
by any sage...
Goats had hitchhiked
To lunar surface early
And Goat DNA had
Entered the "Errol Morris
Clone Factory" accidentally
And today was Day of the Dead
On Ubilam Beach, where
their leader calls out names
of passed away beloved
"Bedlam, Balaam, Belem, Balsam
"Bart rap, Bangles and Bartech --"
Called Bursar the Human Zy Goat
Calling out names of his dead
And departed relatives
The new races
Of New Australia
Were exceptionally strict
Well-measured and manicured
Almost Draconian ticked
They established a cemetery for pets
And a thin blue line
For security
They held festivals regularly
Such as: Misters of Death
Like today, and Fogs of War,
And, Mists of Plutonium
Or, Holographic Holocaust horror
Also, was a day of Locusts
and The Squid and the Whale
And the naming by Bursar stopped...
Even now
As new Goat Herds
Trippingly Pronk
And roust
Bounding in the kettle moraine
Of lunar surface
One of best times in their
Golden era was 7 x 6
Lunar cycles of childhoods
pre-Time when pupae
Out-birthed as humanoids
Into conditions favorable
And not toxin to clones
Mixed with mountain stock
Of venerable RAM’s analog
As factors allow
Childhoods to reach fruition
In accordance of some singularity
Known as pre-bang mechanics
Abiding no longer
Just as a mental construct
But as a mistake of science
Achieving furtherance
Through moderate living attribute
Of environmental factors and
With pollutants in abate
Meeting effectively all appraisal
For lunar base New Australia 2108
by Patrick Darnell, 05.31.2008
Some Links:
Goat Heads of the Mists gets my goat Richard Berry – Friday, February 08, 08
http://timea.rice.edu/index.html Cairo PHOTOS
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Some Go SoftlyRecently I found a news clip and article on NASA gearing up for a new moon mission. This time it’s hoping to build a lunar city. Right now it’s mainly for scientific purposes, but years from now, who knows? If anyone’s interested, you can find the news clip and article here:doodlebug has sent you a link to a blog: daddy, i loved your writing :) the photos were trippy as well Blog: MooPig Wisdom Post: MTC 12 "Unsettling Settlers" Link: http://moopigwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/mtc-12.html
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