117 - Trek Star

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A few definitions
Included, if I limit em
To the several listed
Of hubrisism’s idioms..

Hubrisitic idiots..
“Hubristic, you idiot!”
Hubricystic fibrilists?
“Stupid is recidivist..”

Right.. somethin itches..
It’s like.. once the stitches
Are taken out
Of vacant mouths:
Quite.. unspecific..

“You have a point?
I hope eternal..”
Yeah? You’re point?
I don’t, but yours tho?
“That’s the point:
My hope is yours tho!”
That’s the point?
My hope? Eternal?

I digress..
Like I said
The dumbest drivel I could say
Is like the best
Private jest:
Public wisdom’s light display..

Private jets
For minds to fetch
Underwritten cipher slang..
I will set
Your time of death
In ugly kitten microwaves..

In short, or no particulate
Order, goes our kitten in..
Horoscopes are digits, then
Orbital: Star, Michelin..

“Michelins? For microwaves?”
If the skin is lightly glazed
With a hint of lidocaine:
If it’s crisp, at rifle range..

Eat it once it’s cooked!
People love it’s cooks:
The mediums of good
Completely undercooked..

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First up is “Star Trek”..
Circus departs next..
Worship a starlet’s
Purpose - the Tart Reks..

Star in the sky
In the dark of the night
Gives a bark, but it’s bite
Is the heart that it guides..

A star is a grand lie:
Darkness is that light’s
Guard if a man’s eyes
Aren’t given flashlights..

Trek is the star-crossed
Movement of society
Kept in a dark vault’s
Rubric of propriety..

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Manipulate emotion’s
Impulse power:
Stimulate hope in
Tinpot cowards

Imitatin boldness
In thought towers:
Simulate a motion
In thought hours

Buried in a screen..
Peer amid schemes:
Share em as obscene
Repairmen of a dream..

Problem: Reaction
Confusion:
Solution:
Mobs given passion
Cuz losers
Abuse it..

All given masks, if
School is
The shooter:
Halls give em passes
To shoot up
The future..

Agreement
With steam is
The impulse which powers
Deceit
Into dreams..
Just rinse off the shower..

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Light is information:
Thought, belief, horsesh-t..
Types of information:
All the breeds of horses..

Riders switch and change up
Often needin more sh-t..
Ire is “awakened”:
Not asleep? The horse is..

People think the “truth”
Is “exposure” of a lie:
Evil’s single root
Will compose another lie

Then to be embraced:
“What they don’t want you to know..”
When it’s really “they” :
What they.. don’t want you to know..

A year represents the pace
Weird sh-t disseminates:
Lifelike
Lies, like
Beards in the second grade..

Seasonal
Deceitful
Propaganda marketing
Jogs a path of artery’s
Clog of “facts” with heart’s disease..

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A black hole’s the brain
Imploding on itself
As that goes insane
When knowing not is health

If only God is well:
But shop vacs
Shop facts
And pull em off the shelf
As bullets, shot themselves..

As the agitation’s
Addin facts to spaces
Massive gravitation
Fractures in a space rift:

Nothin flowing out
With the “truth” blowin minds:
The public’s only route
With no truth, is phony light..

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When the mind collapses
Tense behind the damage
Meant to heighten madness
Then it finds a passage:

To travel, needin light years
To shackle freedom’s highchair:
The glasnost
Of black holes
Adds the speed denied where

Man impedes the ride there:
Plant a “secret” lie there..
Black holes
Are assholes:
“Fact’s” a fecal prize shared..

As those
Collapse, those
Black holes
Contract tho:
Backroads
Are backhoed
To add hope
As tolls..

Dirt roads and semaphores
Work slow, a better horse
Turns those to meta-Ford
Wormholes to teleport..

Faster
than your
last words
To receive
A eulogy
Rabbit
(As the
Hat) was
To the speed
You believed..

Black hole’s the star gate:
Wormhole’s the star’s fate..
Black hole’s the start gate:
Wormhole’s the star’s gait..

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Space is your mind
And time is your persuasion:
Replace it with mine
And recline if you’re patient:

You’re not, so it’s racin
For gods, tho if caged in
Your box of replacements
Or ops of orations..

Time here
Is like year
In light-years
Of meta change
Minds share:
Refined where
Lies there
Are weapons grade..

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Again, very similar
To light-year and space time..
Then, if very cynical
Of hype, fear, and state lies

How can we accelerate
A drowned man to levitate?
How can a selfie make
Proud stamps of empty faith?

Greater the warped lies
The greater the warped drive
And fate is a warped sign
Of faith in the warped dice..

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This, by now, is obvious
If I doubt the hobbyists
Of “truth” search:
Duped serfs:
Give my crown to all of em..

Deception guides
The Enterprise:
The ongoing effort
To Semper Fi
Better lies
From potholes to get where

Every mind
Is never right
And, snotnosed, endeavors
Every time
It gets the “light”
To not know - it’s clever..

Then it writes
With every line
The plot holes in cheddar
Bread and wine:
Nevermind
The Gospel, in fetters..

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“To boldly go
Where no one
Has gone before..”
If only! So..
Fear no one
That’s not the Lord..

To boldly go..
Where boulders
Dash off a corpse:
If only those
Were bolder
And not a fort..

To boldly go
And spit in the face of God
Who boldly shows
Forgiveness.. and maybe not..

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More or less last verse:
Moral: Less ratS - kerT?
One life’s
Concise:
Mortal flesh hazards..

One’s life
Consigns
Immortal flesh adverbs:
One line
Of light
Ignores the best actors:

This we find in common:
Get to know the only bitter truth:
Little, tiny conmen
Get to boldly go to prison nude..