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  THE GENIUS OF NATURE
  The Age of Bio-mimicry Awaits: 4/10/2006
  
  For over four billion years, our little rock called earth
  Has continuously given birth…to countless variation
  Of life; from the protozoa, to the beasts of great girth
  And height likened to that of a city’s towering elation.
  
  We, in our human journey have arisen to a family of
  Aristocracy and snobbery of little merit to grant such
  Self-delusions and grandeur reaching to heaven above
  Barely understanding what we’ve just begun to touch.
  
  Resting before us, literally and figuratively, is a world
  Filled with life forms offering technology beyond our
  Application that science fiction writers have unfurled
  As evidence upon page after page for minds to devour.
  
  Yet, we carry on man’s attitude of superior ingenuity;
  That we can force nature to our will with no fear that
  We might ever suffer badly for our arrogant stupidity
  For treating our planet as if it were a dirty door matte.
  
  Within every species of life, including our own, is the
  Genius of nature laid out before us as blueprint for all
  Mankind to study and taste sweat its nectar…as a tree
  Of limitless potential, held behind by a cerebral thrall.
  
  From the microcosmic cellular city of self sustaining
  Networks of transport trucks and manufacturing plants
  To macrocosm of electrical earth’s fields of polarizing
  Magnetic Energy and gravitational forces that slants
  To technologies that will be a Star Trek in the making.
  
  …This journey began millions of years ago to realize
  …We’ve always had the tools; we’re opening our eyes
  
  ...Finally to the Genius of Nature

Copyright ©2006 James Daron Starr

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  A NATION FULL OF LIES
  A Whispering of Angels: 4/12/2006
  
  A land never owned by us, struggled for freedom.
  
  Nations upon the other and not one for its natives.
  America…we proclaimed it…the land of the free
  Time would show its bounty, upon which it gives
  In plenty; fields of grain towering hills sea to sea.
  Oh precious…is this life…to whom all that lives;
  None more than the other, each just wanting to be.
  
  Forefathers, in their battle to tame this wilderness
  Under this pressure of such an opportunity…gave
  Litigation to establish Independence, yet madness
  Lead to a wonton states of greed…left to enslave.
  
  Oh sad…the generations who have become blind
  From perceiving the destructive thoughts we bind
  
  Legends will tell of this twenty-first century plot
  Inside a secret government bent on genocide and
  Eugenic agendas to globalize…with a spiced pot
  So that all will blindly deal in…on a stacked hand.
  
  …On a nation full of lies.

Copyright ©2006 James Daron Starr

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NEED MORE THAN LUCK
11/01/2004 - Acrostic

Never have I glimpsed at such arrogance
Each expression a bureaucrat might make,
Each clinching dearly to but a mere chance
Does each and every representation, shake

Morosely the foundation of hope’s reason
Offering little more common sense than
Ridiculous politicians who in voting season
Emphasize only on issues they in time plan

To change, words they never intend to keep
How we draw out this pseudo democracy
And wonder how it is this hole gets so deep
Needlessly, obviously, due to the hypocrisy

Leaders have led; or is it simply we follow
Unbelievably like sheep escorted to butchery
Caring not, for their hearts are truly hollow
Killing, robbing our future, all to the wary

"Heed what I say, we need more than luck
if we are to keep our heads above this muck "

Copyright ©2004 James Daron Starr

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NEW GENERATION OF AMERICA
10/02/04

In time’s retched winter, in siege upon your grey brow
Are the momentary crows in flight upon a field of lies.
They sing the tale of their dark influence that somehow
Fade in remembrance, the reasons why your soul cries.

All in pain, your faltered growth, and ill worth to yield
No-less, than trenches of your residual treasure of days
Left, your efforts to continue this illusion, your shield,
Hiding the factual corridors of our history’s pathways

That has led us to these deep sunken eyes of excuses.
Too long has shame eaten away at you, as bitter wine
Sours, does the frugal praises that within your uses
Prove, your time has come, progression is but mine

And we are made new when you are too old. As revolution,
I am time’s retched winter and the youth’s final resolution

“For we are the new generation of America”

Copyright © 2004 James Daron Starr

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POEM FOR ALL U.S. PRESIDENTS
Sept 2000

Racing onward, onto the end
Fighting all the way, to win it all
Everything tossed upon the wind
A conscience knowing no wall

A country embraced to the hilt
With ideals that too often shame
And so, to the soul that wills it,
Too numerous to even name

Arrogant are we in the mass
Believing it to be, one for all
Yet they, who wear the brass
They really don't care at all

A Roman desolation in action
Falling to the ways of the past
Lost in evil ways, in a faction
Of political rulers with money to blast...

Doomed are they in process,
As they bid the rights of others
By the amount of gathered payments
And seductive lovers

The night is coming, over the hill
Like a clouded storm of Holy fire
The shimmers of light will reveal
The truth, it singing as if a choir

Rumbling hums, crying in the night
Twisting turning deep within your soul
And in those moments of dreadful fright
Until then...the damage will toll

Copyright ©2004 James Daron Starr

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BUSH WINS PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION
11/06/2004

Ballots were all tallied and then a country was painted,
Unbelievably to the remarkable shadows of blood red.
So many questioning that these votes might be tainted,
Haunted by the election that four years before had led.

Why would we not then question all of these glitches
Indicating clearly that there is something going wrong;
None-the-less, even with all of these voting switches,
Stations and technology, Bush’s pole was very strong.

President, we did in fact elect you; although we simply
Reveal that we are choosing the lesser choice of the two
Evils and further illustrates the undeniable reasons why
State after state voted all in near tie, all the way through

It is unmistakable, we believe in confronting terrorism.
Dealing with an insistent violence afflicting our Earth
Encompasses issues such as religious fundamentalism
Not just extremism. For it is clearly identifiably worth

The international friction it causes. The responsibility
In bringing peace is meeting head-on the vile bullies
And bring them to account of the entire world’s equity
Leaving these regions free of tyranny and the pulleys

Evil empires wield over the social and economic right
Life grants free to all peoples, regardless of the age,
Ethnicity, sex or even religious partiality. It is our fight
Chanted down thousands of years and is just a page

The book of time will tell about our peoples and the
Incredible passage we have all partaken to find peace.
Oath to the people Mr. President you are bound. Agree
No-less, precious are moments that we so freely lease

For you have won the election, now go win your war

POET OF THE WHITE PLUME:
Copyright ©2004 James Daron Starr

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THE DUTY OF DREAMS
Awakened by Dream: 1/13/2006 1:11AM

Dreams…they sometimes reveal as duty, the calls
Each participant finds as responsibility, by what
Angels bestow by whispers. For behind such walls
Dark molds invest as sickness and lungs that rot.

Lawyers and secret meetings send the silent man
Yearning for drink, for it’s his last year as second.
Elections grow weary loosing faith in every plan
And stabs like knives, by what war had beckoned.

Rivers overflow, storms larger than every before,
Tornadoes rip and it has nothing to do with green
House gases; for it is the changing magnetic core
Quickly preparing for reversal, by forces unseen.

Unpaid debts, failed markets, led by false reports
Anticipated to a fall and has bearing to the many
Killings that follow and through unprotected ports
Enters in the seed that dooms this land of plenty.

The Middle Eastern containment fails, splitting
Houses both home and far, as fear of world war
Increases ten fold as Syria’s and Iran’s plotting
Sends Iraq into chaos, losing all hope of rapport.

Year of the dog with flaming tongues that spew
Eastern prophecy, will stretch out of its border
As warnings of the devil that will have his debut
Riding a horse of peace, as the new world order.


Copyright ©2006 James Daron Starr

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Dear fellow Earthly Manifestations,

It happened over 700,000 years ago, and it is about to happen again; in fact, its happening right now. And it’s about over due. It is amazing what myths and legends come from such natural cosmic cycles that we, as humans call catastrophes. I am curious what fantasies we will conjure up this time. None-the-less, our present civilizations are much more informed than before; however, considering our religious overtones, who knows: the Angels do, or what we interpret as Angels.

Be aware that nearly the entirety of earthly religions has a way of getting high and mighty, and full of human traits; such as power, sanctimonious authority and greed. One can see how such events can be inferred as God sent judgment, as message and fulfillment of the times laid down by antiquity of prophetical leaders. Truth, if it be indeed truth, lay within you and is hidden only by you. This wisdom is being able to see the truths in a book, or vivlon in Greek, also known as bible, may indeed be 90% false, regardless if deliberately or innocently, if through eyes of truth, not your eyes of flesh, but the eyes of the Soul guided by the Holy Spirit, can one see the blessings in all things.

By this no matter what evils or darkness may perpetrate, know that with faith and truth can one see with eyes of clarity. There are things happening about us, it has happened before. As you may read or discover ruins and markings of lost civilizations try to spiritually meditate and see the deeper truths and perhaps, you may see things you never saw before, connections that are global. Be well, God-Love, Peace to Earth, Shalom.

James Daron Starr /Ma'Zim/Ra’von





Dear Fellow Hominin Species,

Its happening, right now; before you very eyes. Its going to take about a life-time, and you will see, its all going to end as you know it. But seriously, the world is on a huge scale changing, and will be in either ours or our children's life-time.

Our climate WILL change because of it, no prophecy here, simple reported fact that the Earth's magnetosphere is at a sharp downward slop "suggesting" a final polar shift. This polar shift of the Earth's magnetic field has historically been recorded in lava flows which capture the polarity at time of cooling. These recordings show a trend of about 100,000 years. The last recording of an Earth polar shift was over 700,000 years ago. One, the pattern of Polar Shifting has changed and shows a debatable links to "Magnetosphere Dispersal" as in the case of the planet Mars; or two, it means we are over due for such a natural event in a planetary life.

In either case, it is a valid subject to add to the question of if we will be around in fifty years. I feel that all humans should be discussing this VERY important issue, considering its implications of sever climate change and radiation hazards. I hear quite often of how the inrush of GHG “Green-House Gases” by human technology is leading us into another Ice Age; when at the same time I hear that the Earth’s volcanic eruptions which has been ongoing since the creation of this planet spews out extremely more amounts of CO2 and other GHG into the atmosphere each year than humans have in the past fifty years.

Are they both wrong; is one view right and the other wrong? Could they both be right? As the late Itzhak Bentov a scientist who coined, and I roughly state “As we answer more questions the more questions we have; thus we are in action chasing the pendulum of possibility.” I am not a scientist nor am I an intellectually blind-deft-mute, who cares not of these pools of debate that drown us in mystery; in fact, I am the more curious, simply a student of life.

I wrote a poem recently about a dream I had a few nights ago. It was showing me symbols and drawings of many cultures/civilization across the world in a huge picture book, as I viewed the pictures I noticed that it had a similar bases, documenting a global catastrophe were people were dieing because of the Sun. And how they made sacrifices to their Gods in hope to end their God’s displease with their people, and how pyramids were built not necessarily as crypts but as protection from the Suns rays. Merely a dream, perhaps; none-the-less, an amazing contemplation that the common references to Cahn in all its spellings across the earth yet having a similar meaning, and the similarity of conceptual designs of pyramids and the legends that surround their culture. I agree, fantasy, fiction.

Yet, even Jules Vern’s stories were Science Fiction. Today, they are science fact. Many of my poems come from dreams, or perhaps a genetic memory, divine guidance or subconscious contemplation. Regardless, it is something to talk about.

Thank you for your time. Shalom
James Daron Starr

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LOST STORIES OF THE OLD WORLD
3/12/06

Mankind, over hundreds of thousands of years
Aggressed across promised lands, and no one
Gave care to cries of an ocean filled with tears
Now left to whale’s song under an ocean’s ton

Eon’s echo within her chambers the memory
That has been lost to us, stories no longer told
Of an old world’s account of a time of misery
So immense that it brought about a great cold

Pharisees of their time called across the land
Horrific slaughters upon hills of human sheep
Ending in the rise of Pyramids where no sand
Rested but the blood sweat of the lifeless weep

Each Pyramid built to shield the few from the
Radiating vengeance of a God known as Ra
Encased in the golden Sun, left for all to see
Visions by them who survived with such awe

Every continent has remnant of the immense
Recollection, as symbols and culture that has
Shared its knowledge within a remembrance
As graveyards archeologist’s now find, alas

Lost, in a mystery of civilizations now long gone

“On highest mountain you will find this bitter fruit"