h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Descartes "asserted that monkeys and apes probably were able to talk but kept quiet in case they were asked to do any work".
http://www.qi.com/tvshow/article/?ID=1
Q .tv show,uk.
not spike maybe a facet ,or faustet,but , faux pas
that go far ,beyond what is said.

Burnt out cars ,empty husks ,of mans mistakes of the a can be seen
Altruistically rusting in pieces ,amidst new ,forests fern filled
These once proud machines abandoned ,where they stand, uncomplimentary
Returning elementary yearning to go back to the land. That once these strange beasts came from, Natures forge, hidden way inside ,valence-bond may find. Hidden From these rocks, now ground to dust ,or sand ,are these mans only Dreams, it seems ,he just no longer respects the land ,he thinks he owns it. Yet time will gain the upper hand .that’s fate .

Not that he understands ,not even that like he planed it,
pity poor Schrodinger's kitty ,No city to live in ,concrete jungles ,dust
Just never has been ,more holes hidden in rock , but if you look ,perchance
Right close up at a grain of sand ,chances are you see right through it .
Natures just , bit subtle, fooling you like ,reds, browns, and greens, chloroformed Screens ,
you just need to look a little deeper,or from the other side,

Or may be just place yourself in the middle,
mirror like what the Reflection sees on the mirror
not in it, don’t see it be it.

señal roja ('a red sign'). Negro ebonised Spanish sign of the night, ,
Don Cortez ,don jaun ,the dark one ,temple of the knight ,right now

Down a country lane , at the end of some cart rutted track , there is
A jet black sedan, all trimmed in red leather ,charred, cherry wood trim, teak
Running board ,bored now by wee-evils ,the woods no longer seen green
Verde All sad and neglected .passing time standing still , awaiting the time
these veins urbanely ,unexplained dried up, stopped , all machiavellian ,
Like , the hidden hole in the oak , beneath the monkey puzzle not like

The heart of the cherry tree one see ’s only the outer case in side
A thin bark like a sleeved tree, disguised on the outside ,by this
Red skin , over this miss understood wood, not like yew you know,
Its not mistletoe, then there’s teak all dark and mystique, walnuts
All right ,special in a full moonlight ,is that fine stringing from willow ,
Duck down, soft cushions, plush moss type flooring ,naturally warming ,

A glove box ,how enthralling ,its got a Camphor wood lining ,a sign
Perhaps , but then looking back ,at the crazy times the turn of the last,
Millennia ,now travelling ,faster ; “I think there for I am” what . Memories
Recalled ,by that polished marbled red wood ,Growing old in the very wood It grew in. Perhaps

This was grown from a seed ,made into a plauqe or was it a page
I believe ,that the tree was to be, in the first Book of life, funny
Back to silicone, computer chips, and all that interior, seen from one side,
intangible evidence ,displayed chrome reflections ,suspended and entwined behind faded glass case ,just in case the question arose. I suppose of just what this was doing parked here, so out of place , defining this jet black red rock instead ,reflect on cats eyes. Bright wide as the head lights, heavy metal
Surround, a mercurial compound , confound them ,well suppose
Different tiger in the tank now, tiger scorpions ,tiger type or
Silurian investors successors ,Devonian was one home ,amber ancestors
Out shine the unnatural counterparts


Back to silicone, computer chips, and all that, funny to think
Prehistoric man chipping messages in rock, now 2000, years
Later here we are dependent to the grains from these flints from chalk
From trees to diamonds all carbon understood , We would ,try
To send images to the stars, pixels and spaces between changes
In this ever changing universe, all this time just to discover the
Secrets locked away in a little grain of sand, a fractual in the true
Sense no beginning no end, the philosophers stone of the future

First century ,tablets ,2000 years later, think what plato or even
Archemedies would have left on a tablet like these, wrapped up
Amongst the ashes of Pompeii ,or some mountain in Peru ,


Nothing new to be believed ,left to be seen not used just,
Perused in a couple of thousand years, undefiled by the changes
In between
Time only seems distant in its passing ,its prompt arrival often missed,
When in its passing the recordings being corrupted by future events yet
To pass into the annuls of history ,to be discovered and covered, in song,
Sometimes wrong ,in the melody ,or rhythm ,and rhyme ,but all gather round,
We may have it right this time.

Once again beauwolf unpacks thoughts deep in the midst of time
Of an age ,when myths had yet to be invented , for the lamentation
Of all the lost nations united in grief , in the discovery that they are the last
Not the first or foremost ,never was ,father sun ,unholy ghost.

But as your are or will be ,once the true reflection you see

Now this is different from the copy I nicked/copied at work....you are like a sculptor over thinking and shaping and scraping....
Without what's that word, gushing
it is so fascinating to read you moving the internal fascia of this piece. I wish you wouldn't turn it into a story, whatever that would be, let it stay this opus poem.
Still and all I pore over it; it is your best so far to me; hope that doesn't hurt your feelings or anything, no bad reflection on your other things...just this is pinnacle to me. Well, there can be more than one pinnacle.
andmymare

ther are stiil a couple of bits /insights /rambles that not happy with
hurt your feelings, doubt if you could do that.
moving the internal this .fascia of this piece.fuseing the fusia
opus poem , might use that as title Ode to opusplus ,or make it some
lacsidaisicle trilogic Perquisite-lamentations
a piece of three halfs

I like things with three halves, good things anyway, you get more that way.
Now I remember, your piece sent me on a learning goose chase; "valence-bond". Back at the dawn of time I learned about valences in chemistry, and this ticked off that memory. I went searching and remembered so many things. That is one reason I like this diptych triptych so much; it is full.
Erp
Lynda

valence-bond interesting how just two word like breif case and money would have brought about different reactions, thought of you as i decided to use it , poem of three halfs ,back in the mists of time i never heard of valence bond, but thought it fitted nicly. after comeing acrossed link while writing it.

just up dating

Burnt out cars ,empty husks ,of mans mistakes of the century can be seen
Altruistically rusting in pieces ,amidst new ,forests fern filled species