A collection of my poetry

A Poem by Valor Gosch

As a man looks up at the sky he thinks, why?

Why do they exist? Why do we have to coexist with such fascinating, enthralling things as the stars?

He thought of the sci-fi of the 60s and wished that he could be in a spaceship

And have a friendship with an alien.

But he can't. His chains are gravity, that is his tragedy.

No matter how high he jumps, he'll just have the arms of this force bring him down.

Fire reaching over the earth, hugging its surface, strangling it at the same time

Nowhere to hide from the halo of fire.

No place to cry because the flames wipe away your tears just as they caress your skin.

Water so deep and blue, what wonders do you possess?

What secrets do you hold in your hands?

What horrors do you hold, entrapped beneath the ocean floor?

Monsters tearing at rocks like the giant who climbed down the beanstalk

Creatures who were thought to be only myth

Let us descend into the abyss and find out!

The wind tearing at the earth, then in the sky a mushroom

A cloud of fallout choking the earth, destroying all life, a child crying at the sight.

A man hugging his wife as if it were their wedding day

A young man looking up and then, horror that he would not be breathing for long

A business woman wishing she had skipped work to be with her only daughter

And then a man in an office thinking, why did he cause this?

Then a million voices silenced at once, nothing left but the charred earth.

A teacher looking at her students, hoping for a good future for all of them

Not just looking at their assignments but hoping they will be writers and poets and anything they want

Hoping that they will be scientists, civil rights leaders, and caregivers of the world

Not just minimum wage workers at a Mcdonald's somewhere

Or working at desk jobs somewhere that makes money but makes them hates their lives

Because they are not living their dreams

But for now all she can leave them is hope.

Going above the atmosphere, flames from a rocket going to space

No pressure, no gravity. Will they miss these things or will they embrace the lack of them?

Gravity, oh gravity, how we long for you! Will we want to let our bones rot and stay in space?

The hum of the engine stops. Will we miss our moms, our wives? Was it lost to us and should we forget it?

Their journey had just begun and the astronaut already misses earth and the kiss of the cold, fresh air. Will we miss the cold, the hot of earth? Now we will only feel the air that we are breathing today. We will feel the same air for the rest of our lives.

Is it worth it to go into the void or just stay on our little blue planet?

From the old days of Camelot to the new age of astronauts

Almost everything remains the same except two things - our imagination and blindness.

Children fear the outside for it clouds their lungs with poison and filth.

Their fears are real. The only monsters they know are people of the past and their blindness and stupidity.

They have no argonauts to look to, only juggernaut doors keeping them from the outside

They are the children of the smog.

Hope is all we will have left in the end

Hope that we will move forward against the night

Hope that we will slay the beast

Hope that we will see the new world

Hope that we can save our race

Hope - what is it though? Is it persistance to do the impossible... or to survive?

The road we travel today seems to be streamlined.

Go to school, make money. Rinse, repeat.

What happened to the people who dared to walk the land bridge,

To go to space and walk on the moon?

The people who dared to say no against their oppressors?

But now we have men in suits, people who say you can't do this,

You can't talk about the things we fear.

Censorship - it’s a joke.

Rushing through the atmosphere, having gravity pulling you down

This could be your last thought, this could be your last thrill.

You could be brought down at the will of God with no chance of survival

But you have as your only safety net, the thing on your back

It will save you, it will bring you up and stop you from feeling the pain of force.

where moving onward to the edge

colonizing every inch of this planet

then we walk on the moon what's next we ask?

then in the sky a little twinkling light

a light so old that took so long to get here now it's upon us

then thats when we see are next goul

At first all the human race ever saw was the green plants and the clouds

then they invented the airplane they not only saw the clouds but went through them

then they invented the Rocket they soared so high that they escaped the atmosphere

they saw earth in its entirety they saw the continents of earth the lakes the oceans the cities

they set their eyes on the stars that day they went to the moon and set eyes upon a blue marble in its entirety they saw how tiny this this world of theirs was they saw the great blue marble

they finally set off for the planets now the place they call home will now only be a tiny blue dot that they stare at in the sky and see thats where their humble beginnings lead to something far greater.

We forgot

we forgot what it used to be like looking up at the giants we called our parents

How we forgot the opening the beautiful plastic that held our Star Wars figures and barbies

How we forgot our bewilderment of the universe that we happened to come into despite the odds

But now were ridden with the plague of work and fear of the world the bubble that we used to call childhood has now been popped

A hoary man looking down upon children singing carols for dimes

they beg and they beg for food but the man just sits there and smiles

he is not smiling at the misfortune of the little ones

he recalling his childhood of misfortune

he remembers the endless nights of starvation

the cold nights that gave next to no sign of warmth

the he remembers the hymn that he used to sing