Djjapp777
Bluelighter
A twinkling rock in the river of blackness and depth,
with power unheard of but at a distance it rages.
It has a history unfathomable until your death,
and has been a guide to man longer than God's pages.
Every cycle 10 billion pupils contract at the sight,
and myths cycle 5 billion jaws on our boring land.
We all point and stare because man says follow the light,
and are told to put our dreams in the mighty star's hand.
No matter what distance, what form, brighter is best,
strive to school, succeed, and rank in the nation.
God made the universe we have so carelessly guessed,
we learn with our eyes and calculate with our imagination.
The North Star is a show-off, a fake, a hoax,
one dictator of human custom and waste of gas.
But as the only star attaining the despairing folks and blokes,
it relishes the attention sitting on its ass.
Like being at a marketplace and not allowed to barter,
People somehow miss the rest of the sky as they leave their havens.
Too busy missing the universe they also miss me the martyr,
-waving my hands as I ride the shooting star among our heavens.
[This message has been edited by Djjapp777 (edited 14 August 2001).]
with power unheard of but at a distance it rages.
It has a history unfathomable until your death,
and has been a guide to man longer than God's pages.
Every cycle 10 billion pupils contract at the sight,
and myths cycle 5 billion jaws on our boring land.
We all point and stare because man says follow the light,
and are told to put our dreams in the mighty star's hand.
No matter what distance, what form, brighter is best,
strive to school, succeed, and rank in the nation.
God made the universe we have so carelessly guessed,
we learn with our eyes and calculate with our imagination.
The North Star is a show-off, a fake, a hoax,
one dictator of human custom and waste of gas.
But as the only star attaining the despairing folks and blokes,
it relishes the attention sitting on its ass.
Like being at a marketplace and not allowed to barter,
People somehow miss the rest of the sky as they leave their havens.
Too busy missing the universe they also miss me the martyr,
-waving my hands as I ride the shooting star among our heavens.
[This message has been edited by Djjapp777 (edited 14 August 2001).]
