Exile.

On Mars dust storms rage 

That last weeks on end 

Then stillness the final stage

Shine two dudes in the sand

Exiled the breaking silence 

Of any movement will bring 

The opportunity ride the fence

The tour guide A.I. fallen wing

Exiled cries muffled out battery

Levels of darken skies last trans

The sparks of wisdom fail verily 

Render overhead a stilling stanza

The sparks of wisdom cup a rock

Render overhead lighting unkept

Bringing darkness final pit tic tock

Both stopped in my darken empty

Ours was to be a space prospector 

The Great Rover Opportunity study

The look Mars sand and stone bore

A hypothesis of silent exile buddies 

To be continued,

The Broken Code

The little letters on the keys broadly

read 1-9 a-c up and down the key board

Other to messages by older talkie center

Where I put together the last message it

Kept as well as the first which read a bit

“ Return to space, I didn’t go any further 

Because I realized my instinct prevented

A rerun of the question it poised, “bet ya,

I gulped down my coffee and realized at

That moment I wrote down memories of

My life at sea and liberty seeing the wild

A song sung about three stars from above

Skies not powered by silly putty or finger

are seen closest in area and fall of another

a nearest beacon of light the pen points to

The risk of inclusionary politics bare fruit

and tales of the lighted way.

But there is a program on tv having seen it

all about UFO,s and what more are photos 

in this case appears to be brightly lit lights

on fire some kind of circular sun change in

reverse osmosis burning the atmosphere on

the outer side “image against the” mountain

a shaded straight cliff wall as a background

The prescience as I described burning was a

on a t.v. segmented story about UFO,s I was

unaware about the particular viewing site of

The fire capturing its energy for a long flight

Punishment or the period why the long travel

First where it started out came from incognito 

No plan no communication there is not a rule

or root issue to give your charges purple pass

Except the Incas having left the Stone Madrid 

Shadows peak till the next illusion my fingers

feel find the spade of the archeologists daily’s 

Just my opinion at work bon voyage.

The upper or other kingdom

I wrote down a idea

And left behind a note

Here and there I appear

Wings of wax about the moat 

Gorging Godly fortune flowered lily’s 

The run of luck read my noted gamble

Saw behind the luck of red blue out-lay

A road monster of sort behind the rumble

A chaser of darken crows hunger gaming

In wit form the crow and corn stalks a-torn

The road sign in the field presses blending

Turned my luck from red and blue to corn