STRTRK

Where are we...
Sector 354, sir.
Relay the subsequent information of the planetiods in this system.
Yes, sir
With a short pause followed by a sudden secure click,
Take us into subsection 354-123
Yes, sir
The contained atomic explosion resided point three light years away.
30 minuets later...
Sir, Sector 354-123 in scanning range.
Full stop
The solar fire was blue with bright.
The system contained twelve full solid planetiods.
The scans revealed subsequent solids of sensation.
Seven resembled home to some and death to most.

Fluffy Stuff

The snow flies with a whisp by the wind, 

Curling and moving mothers whim.

Cool and crisp, oh & cind of a rule,

The snow wills a way like a hurricane in June.

Then the slow shifting coincides with the full moon,

Jupiter retards despite your coup. 

Or is it a reminder of skiing in Utah,

The air so crisp so clean.

I approached the door,

Wanting it to be more than a dream.

The truth soldiers on and I enjoyed your concern.

The small realization on temperate winds through me learns,

To again depart for truth.

Another storm inspiring me to push the fold.

That is all I know.
Cold and removed,
Snow flies like bugs in June.
Yeeeeee, whoowhowhooo!

Croch of My Finality

Burroughsing deep, as I do, into the past.

 I find Republicans stopping the truth.

These cock suckers constantly ab aid the enemy to perpetuate the war.

I, still beside myself, come to understand pretentious mindsets,
And persistent calamities of control over evil bastards eating their
Own
Crap
 I sit simply sipping on the best whiskeys.

Yet, no matter the tone I take,

Mad or in-place, 

I find myself full of grace,

Resisting your disgrace.