Tag Archives: Stars

The Wonder in Astronomy

Devin Stevens Presents Literature

“There, totally immersed in a bath of pure ethereal colour and of unrelenting though unwounding brightness, stretched his full length and with eyes half closed in the strange chariot that bore them, faintly quivering, through depth after depth of tranquility far above the reach of night, he felt his body and mind daily rubbed and scoured and filled with new vitality. Weston, in one of his brief, reluctant answers, admitted a scientific basis for these sensations: they were receiving, he said, many rays that never penetrated the terrestrial atmosphere.

But Ransom, as time wore on, became aware of another and more spiritual cause for his progressive lightening and exultation of heart. A nightmare, long engendered in the modern mind by the mythology that follows in the wake of science, was falling off him. He had read of ‘Space’: at the back of his thinking for years had lurked the dismal…

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“Trouble in the Mushroom Kingdom”

Vex not Thou the Poet's Mind

It is easy to fade in the wall,
Because my huge head,
A round white ball with red spots,
Thinks over and over and over
About how troubled the world is,
How King Bowser reigns with fiery flame.

Yet how sweet it is to see others move
Freely though the castle,
Taking risks and searching for stars.
When a man is shut in a dead town,
His head reeling in years of fear and failure,
How wonderful, how encouraging
the sudden leap of faith,
The yells of laughter:
‘Ya! Woohoo! Yipppeeeeee!’

Though my best speech is in text boxes,
I have often wished I could give you more
Than just advice on the stage;
I wish I could give you free stars,
And make your life easier.

Please forgive me for the times
When I exploded like a Bomb-omb
Or suddenly crashed on you like a Whomp.
My oversized head…

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“When the Poet is Dead”

Vex not Thou the Poet's Mind

When the poet is dead

stars will be burning gases

and not homeward diamonds.

When the poet is dead

wonder will wilt into facts

and the facts refuse to blossom wonder.

When the poet is dead

the glittering princess at the ball

weeps after midnight in her ragged, real clothes.

When the poet is dead

the plain, convicting blade has

impaled the lying heart, despite its rosy intentions.

When the poet is dead,

entombed in truth

and buried in reality,

instead of his sensory, invisible wind

blowing lovely, changing letters in time,

only barcode numbers cover his forehead,

only logic, and no rhyme.

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“Saturn the Intolerant”

I really like this poem 🙂

My poetry.

Gravity and space.

Vex not Thou the Poet's Mind

It is a pity that he,
sixth in line,
would be born
with not much of a rocky brain.
So sad,
for his head,
full of gas,
can only poison the atmosphere.

I’ve tried looking into his soul,
but there are no window eyes;
only vicious winds of methane
blowing in anger.
To defend himself against stupidity,
he surrounds his mind with cold dust,
rings to keep himself rational.

He orbits in hatred,
for sunlight hardly visits him;
if you ever see a golden light
in the night sky,
be cautious,
for the glow
is the show and tell
of arrogance,
wishing to be the sun,
the center of the universe.

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The world is a vampire…nope, maybe it’s just me…

The daily rising of the sun, from the dark, comfortable, peaceful, imaginative, starlit canvas, to the hot, bright, blinding, loud, color-blurred, burning “daytime” is enough to make one go mad…

If the sun didn’t come up every day, but maybe once a week, I think I could tolerate it more…

Excerpts from “Dark”.

Gay stuff.


How I view space.

One cannot help but view space with beauty and terror; much like God Himself.


(I made the above picture using a program in this video about space.

Please do not steal it.

Seriously -.-

At least link it to my video and my blog if you’re going to use it.

I thank you in advance ❤

If you would like to use it for money, then we can talk).

The most difficult enaction in the universe (an “enaction” defined as “Anything which requires energy.”)

Changing someone’s mind is the most difficult process in the universe.

One can create stars more easily than changing someone’s mind.


A Treatise on Stubbornness.


Things that I have for sale on Kindle.

Where you can financially support me if you so desire.