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clark · 2004-05-19 15:20:35

:laugh:

Try for a nursey rhyme next.

clark · 2004-05-19 16:33:13

To Mars, to Mars,
Sings sad song
To Mars, to Mars,
Hearts do long
For bitter sweet could be, could be
For empty endless Martian sea
Oh, in passing do the eons fly
With each day gone another sigh
Of breeze to freeze rock to dust
Of seas and trees and wander lust
Mere dreams undreamed and never known
By orange by pink by reddened stone
To Mars, to Mars
The pale red dot
To Mars, to Mars
In her gravity caught
Be our hopes to delight upon the sight
A sight to light destinies night
This sweet flowering hope in wait does bloom
Salvation to sustain us through any gloom
That may set on Martian setting sun
To Mars, to Mars,
Till our song is done.

Cobra Commander · 2004-05-20 11:27:44

Try for a nursey rhyme next.

:laugh:

I actually tried, but this came out instead.

Man walks along the maglev tracks
He's going someplace, there's no turning back.
The MarsPol roaming through the domed streets
while we sit in our cubicles, minds half asleep
a grey-suited line looking down from their towers,
crushing us under their kill-switchin' powers,
people sleepin' in their rovers in the middle of a city tent,
no job, no peace, no air, no rest!

Only some can survive tonight,
nobody's ready, no one knows what to do
I'm sitting in the desert by a beacon light,
Looking for the ghost of Bob Zu

Some walk by with gas-guns in their hands
ready to lose their lives to destroy the oppressors plans
He's waitin' for the time when the first will be free for setting foot on the land
in a metal hab like a tuna can.
had a one-way ticket to the promised land,
now a hole in a spacesuit and a wrench in my hand
resting on a pillow of solid red rock
after clamping shut a Martian aqueduct

Not only Terry that can dish out a fight,
nobody's ready to hear the bitter truth
I'm sitting in the desert by a beacon light,
Looking for the ghost of Bob Zu

Now Bob said, 'when you get to Mars you can live off the land
you can use the tools that you bring to meet all your demands,
you can make all your fuel and your bricks and your air,
It isn't that hard, we can get there.
Now there's no more searching for a place to land,
got the planet, got our future in our hands,
Whenever Martians long to be free,
Look in my eyes Bob, You'll see Me!
You'll see Me!

"The Ghost of Bob Zu"
Rant Against the Regime

REB · 2004-05-21 06:54:36

Here is a great Science Fiction story/song/poem from Rush (One of my alltime favorite groups.)

2112

"I lie awake, staring out at the bleakness of Megadon. City and sky become one, merging into a single plane, a vast sea of unbroken grey. The Twin Moons, just two pale orbs as they trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life here, just plugging into my machine for the day, then watching Templevision or reading a Temple Paper in the evening.

"My friend Jon always said it was nicer here than under the atmospheric domes of the Outer Planets. We have had peace since 2062, when the surviving planets were banded together under the Red Star of the Solar Federation. The less fortunate gave us a few new moons.
I believed what I was told. I thought it was a good life, I thought I was happy. Then I found something that changed it all..."

I. Overture

And the meek shall inherit the earth...

II. Temples of Syrinx

... "The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests..."

We've taken care of everything
The words you hear, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes.
It's one for all and all for one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why.

We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls.

Look around at this world we've made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the Brotherhood of Man
Oh, what a nice, contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand.

We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls.

III. Discovery

... "Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was hidden beneath the cave, I found it. I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful" ...

... "I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples! I can't wait to tell the priests about it! ..."

What can this strange device be?
When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
It's got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that I found?

See how it sings like a sad heart
And joyously screams out its pain
Sounds that build high like a mountain
Or notes that fall gently like rain.

I can't wait to share this new wonder
The people will all see its light
Let them all make their own music
The Priests praise my name on this night.

IV. Presentation

... "In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of grim, expressionless faces. Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall." ...

... "Instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were words of quiet rejection! Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet..."

I know it's most unusual
To come before you so
But I've found an ancient miracle
I thought that you should know
Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There's something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you.

Yes, we know, it's nothing new
It's just a waste of time
We have no need for ancient ways
The world is doing fine
Another toy will help destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn't fit the plan.

I can't believe you're saying
These things just can't be true
Our world could use this beauty
Just think what we might do.
Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There's something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you.

Don't annoy us further!
We have our work to do.
Just think about the average
What use have they for you?
Another toy will help destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn't fit the Plan!

V. Oracle: The Dream

... "I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase" ...

... "I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things ..."

I wandered home though the silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escape to realms beyond the night
Dream can't you show me the light?

I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes

They left the planet long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong
Home to tear the Temples down...
Home to change!

VI. Soliloquy

... "I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my last refuge in my total despair. I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live under the control of the Federation, but there is no other place to go. My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last."

The sleep is still in my eyes
The dream is still in my head
I heave a sigh and sadly smile
And lie a while in bed
I wish that it might come to pass
Not fade like all my dreams...

Just think of what my life might be
In a world like I have seen!
I don't think I can carry on
Carry on this cold and empty life

My spirits are low in the depths of despair
My lifeblood...
...spills over...

VII. The Grand Finale
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
We have assumed control.
We have assumed control.
We have assumed control.

clark · 2004-05-21 09:05:00

Well done Cobra! I get the feeling I'm being hustled. :laugh:

Launch a bye rocket
Through the sky top
When the stars shine
The rocket will stop
When the earth pulls
The rocket will fall
And down will come astronaut
Rocket and all.

clark · 2004-05-24 09:06:07

Somewhere over the Rainbow... little ditty from the Wizard of Oz. Here is my version of the Martian rendition. Any good? ???

Some day after the Mars fall
We will try
Try and make a world that we love so
One that will make us sigh
Some day after the Mars fall
Seas made new
And the hope that we dare to hope
Really makes Mars blue
Some day we'll reach that reddish star
And wake up where the Earth is far behind us
Where waters melt from icytops
Down river streams that never stops
That's where we'll all be
Some day after the Mars fall
Birds will fly
Birds fly after the Mars fall
For this we should surely try
Some day we'll reach that reddish star
And wake up where the Earth is far behind us
Where grasses green on mountaintops
And lasting spring never stops
That's where we'll all be
Some day after the Mars fall
Raindrops too
Rain drops after the Mars fall
Born from a love that's true
If hope can make us fly
After the Mars fall
For this we must try.

REB · 2004-05-25 06:13:11

I heard on the radio this morning that today is national cowboy poetry day.

clark · 2004-05-27 10:07:10

Speaking of radio... (A riff on "mexican radio")

I feel the red dust on my shoulder
And the touch of a world that is colder
I stop the rover and check the number
Gravity one-third while I slumber
I watch the patterns of the planet
All alone I can barely stand it
I start to talking like a DJ
Left behind I have to now stay

I'm on a Martian radio
I'm on a Martian radio

I dial it in and hail my nation
They still think I'm on a vacation
Understand my rocket, just a little
How to fix it, it's a riddle

I'm on a Martian radio
I'm on a Martian radio

I wish I was on Terra firma
Lounging on a beach in Burma
I wouldn't have to phone home
Cause from Earth I wouldn't roam
I feel the red dust on my shoulder
Stranded on this martian boulder
I start to talking like a DJ
Left behind I have to now stay

I'm on a Martian radio
I'm on a Martian radio
I'm on a Martian radio
I'm on a Martian radio

Radio radio…

Cobra Commander · 2004-05-27 10:12:12

:laugh: Haha!

We've got almost a whole benefit concert playlist here.

MarsAid 2004

clark · 2004-05-27 10:21:45

Could have the benefit out by one of the Mars habs. "Earthling Invasion Tour".

Mars Society may even consider trying to get their logo and name on one of the X-prize contendors (or even in the future if the whole race thing works out).

REB · 2004-06-02 07:10:02

Here you go, Clark. I just wrote this a few minutes ago for a terraformation post. It took me about 15 minutes. Feel free to edit it or change it so we can perfect the Terraformist Creed.

The Terraformist Creed;

Never say never
Nothing is impossible
We can do the incredible
We can turn night into day
We will find a way
We can build an atmosphere
And make sure life lives there
We can turn wastelands
Into green forest lands
We can do the impossible
We can do the incredible
Never say never

Cobra Commander · 2004-06-02 08:01:33

Good REB, gotta answer with a little "Rant" though.

The Terryformers creed:

Never say never
Because we're unstoppable
Will do the unspeakable
to turn it our way
reckoned by Terran days
Remakin' the atmosphere
make serfs of those livin' here
Turnin' cold wastelands
to tuna can slave camps
To produce cheap commodities
They're all just warm bodies
We'll never surrender, it's ours.

Damn Terryformers, always trying to make it just like Earth.

clark · 2004-06-02 08:48:38

Never say never-
For this is the world we choose,
Dream the impossible, nothing to lose,
Incredible are these things we might,
Eternal be our guiding light
To lead the way, we will surely find,
New made vistas that forever bind
With skies above, blue in sun,
Waters free while rivers run,
Forests blooming in autumn shade,
While life does spring from glade to glade.
Never say never-
For this is the world we choose,
Mars she waits, our lovely muse.

Well done the both of you.

REB · 2004-06-03 06:35:53

Good one guys.

Cobra, I started thinking about Terraformist vs Terraformer.

Terraformist are the scientist of the terraforming cause. They are the brains. Many of us here, with our ideas on terraforming might be considered armature terraformist.

A Terraformer are the workers. They are the muscles, the ones who do the actual work.

John Creighton · 2004-06-04 14:17:11

That last one is really good clark.

clark · 2004-06-06 14:28:46

Thanks. I wrote it for a girl. A star far brighter than Mars...

clark · 2004-06-08 14:21:54

When great men spoke of
Distant lights
And heroes destined for
Newfound sights
While people feared
The soaring heights,
We waited beneath new moon

While some did doubt
When rockets flared,
Others tuned out
They no longer cared,
Yet still, still some held to hope
And this dream was spared,
Underneath the waxing moon.

Years did pass with moon and sun
Ever on, ever on;
Generations passed into dust
Until the last rocket was gone.
Children aged, and spirits broke
And heavenly Queen became a pawn,
All below a waning moon.

Now sun has set for rising moon
And hope no longer dim,
Dreams from slumber now awake,
As man once again does swim
In gravity free and endless space,
Spreading out on the reaches of life's long limb
Beneath, and then beyond, the long waiting full moon.

clark · 2004-06-10 13:51:26

Silver ships did fly
To Mars for reasons why
Known to each that made the trip
For some it was to leave the whip
And yolk of ancient terran home
Or simply to live beneath the dome
On world of red and orange and brown
To be new fathers of a Martian town
Or perhaps to follow long held ideal,
Great inventors of mankind's next wheel
So great, so wondrous to inspire on
To be a name that lives when they are gone
And some yet still hunger for
To recast this ancient God of War
As a pagan religion bearing their name
Selling hope and misery with no shame,
To search the mystery of far unknown
Or take life to where it was never sown
In dirt, on rock, in empty sea
Taking far life's only known tree
And letting it branch as it may come
Increasing what was given, make greater this sum
Of man, of beast, of hate and love
While for some it might be to touch above
The heavens and all the stars at night
As if this desire was but a right
Endowed by intellect and our means
Our inheritance, one more of evolutions schemes
The reasons continue as our drive
Causing us to forever strive
And bite at the bit of gravity and doubt
Unless, until, they will forever shout
Our Mars, our world, it waits afar
Our Mars, our world, our waiting star!
These words, this hope like sailing wind
From Earth it pulls and finally does rend
The children of a thousand why's
These ones that dream of Martian skies.

Trebuchet · 2004-06-11 01:19:00

Over sleeping shorelines I did gaze
Seeing blue oceans cover red sands
And the surf of long forgotten seas
Echoing ghostly in my own mind
Seemed to me a vision of times past
On blue planets that I once had known
So long ago and so far away
Perhaps some long summer night shall pass
In another year, another time
When dust storms are forever stilled
By the warm summertime sea breezes.

clark · 2004-06-11 11:51:34

Where rivers run with grains of salt
To shallow seas now gone,
Where shadows play in dim twilight
And blue star precedes the dawn,

A paradise of wilted green
Once graced this distant land,
Clouds and trees and singing breeze
Echoed memory long buried in the sand,

Roots run deep in shallow shale
And hope lives far below,
Where darkness keeps the eye at bay
And life does learn to grow,

In years untold in days unknown
The flowers seeds may bloom,
The seas may fill as sky grows thick
Birthed anew from ancient womb,

The stars do pass as moons above
Past canyons and mountain peak,
This man does dream of far unseen,
With hope of what I speak.

John Creighton · 2004-06-11 12:06:15

I fear says,
One man that one day
Machines will rule,
I fear says another
One day they won’t
For a time may come
When may descendents
Aren’t fresh and blood,
And I hope they will
Be free. Free to persecute
Says the other man,
No, free, from our weakness,
But enslaved by are strengths,
Living were we cannot,
And enlightening us with beauty
We could of not found alone.

For like all our children they
Can inherit our best and worse
Lets give them our best.

John Creighton · 2004-06-11 12:15:32

Once upon a time,
Man chiseled a church out of a mountain
I build a city up from dust,
I create machines to tend the greenhouses,
I create pressure from vacuum,
When asked if people will one day travel there,
I say one day we will visit,
And before that day will create a cow from the dust
And are ride wile come from mars to meet us,
And we will travel in style.

clark · 2004-06-15 13:43:26

(I don't normally like to name my poems, but thought this might be apt. I'm open to suggestions...)

Red-Blue

Blue veins, red blood
Flesh of stars between,
Empty skies and empty seas,
And all the sights unseen.

Red rock, blue rain
The taste of each remains,
Gloved hands and booted feet,
A desire that never wanes.

Blue Earth, red Mars
Two worlds shall ever be,
One heart and one Man
With dreams of setting free.

Red hope, blue dream
A battle of what may come,
With silver ships and golden fire
And labor filled aplomb.

Terran veins, Martian blood
Like the flowing wind and dust,
Flesh of Earth and life of Mars,
Becomes blue-red colored rust.

clark · 2004-06-16 09:38:22

Pale dance of stars
Pin pricked points of light
Endless night beyond
Waits in hunger
For existence, brought
And bought by two eyes
Blue, brown, gray or green
Our own
Sweet sights that long
Like flowers in the spring
For humming birds
To release them
And hum their glory
On hurried flapping
Wing.

clark · 2004-06-16 14:42:57

Falling star, falling star,
I know not where you land,
I made a wish upon your tail
Of touching Martian sand.

Rising Moon, rising Moon,
So full in black of night,
I howled beneath your graceful gaze
Longing for Mars's delight.

Spinning Earth, spinning earth,
You hold me hard to ground,
One day I shall escape your grip
For Mars, I am forever bound.

Waiting Mars, waiting Mars,
May your light eternal shine,
If body fails may spirit fly
At last you will be mine.

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