Springing like carbonated pulp

my insides are making

slow circles


silver and pink…..

is this The BIG Bang?


THIS is what I want!

My wishes are butterscotch gold

present inside

like little pots




and space.

I AM The Star M A N

waiting in the sky,

they told us not to blow it ’cause they know its all worthwhile………he told me,

Let the children lose it

Let the children use it

Let all the children boogie!!

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

22 thoughts on “Starman

  1. This is why I believe in the concept of universes within universes. A mother carries a whole, separate human being inside of her for 9 months…and then births it. If you think of each person as his/her own universe, then we were, all of us, big bangs once.

    I so love this, and that? Is a beautiful child. 🙂


  2. I love how I saw the title before reading the poem and immediately had David Bowie’s song stuck in my head. And then. . . there it was. 🙂


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