The World According to Cosmos

Updated Publication Credits

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updated publication credits. Good news Cosmos Fans! I am continuing to get published. Foliate Oak Literary Magazine has published ‘Fake Things”

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Plethora will publish October Falling Rain in their next edition. I also have just published my first Instagram poems as I reported earlier.

here is the poem, Fake Things with the audio attached. When I record the other poems I will send along the audio files then and also post it in the audio page for easy reference.

Foliate Oak Review

complete list of audio files can be found here:

https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/fake-things-1.mp3

Fake Things

We live in a world
Of fake things

Fake Products
Fake News
Fake Calls
Fake Politics
Fake Sports
Fake Business
Fake Leaders
Fake People
Fake friends

Fake sincerity

Surrounded 24/7
By all the fake things
How can anything real exist?

Is it all nothing but fake things
Designed to deceive us all?

October Falling Rain

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The falling rain
Of late October
Fills me with essential dread

As I rush about
And end up here
Wherever here is

The rain outside
Seems like the tears of god

As I sit
Crying over my beer

Thinking of lost love
And failed dreams

Wondering
What went wrong?
And what I can set right

And the rain falls
And the night darkens

The rain is falling
All over this man’s world

And the rain falls
And I sit

Drinking my lonesome drink
Lost in dreams

Dreaming of what
Could never be

Thinking dark thoughts
And so I sit
And dream the night away

Final reminder. Plethora is also sponsoring a romantic poetry contest. Here’s my entry

The Story of How We Met

Note: This is a true story. For further details see Dreams and the Unexplainable– a Chicken
Soup for the Soul book, published in September 2017,

It all began in Berkeley, California
In the springtime of 1974
One fateful afternoon

I was sleeping
in my high school Physics class.

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I looked up and saw a tall,
beautiful Asian woman
standing there looking at me.

She was the most beautiful women
in the universe to me

I screamed out, who are you?
She disappeared
as if she was beamed away
from my dream.

I knew that someday
I would meet the girl
In the dream

Little did I know
I would have to wait until 1982

Starting that month
I began having the same dream
Month and month and month.
Always the same.

She was saying something
in a strange language.

Then one day
I had the dream
and knew that
she was in Korea.

So, I chose to go
to Korea
In the Peace Corps,

Somehow knowing
That I would meet her there.

One day

A year after the Peace Corps ended
A month before I planned
to leave to return
to the U.S. for graduate school

That morning early in the morning
I had the last of these dreams.
This time I understood her.

She said, “Don’t worry.
We’ll meet soon.”

That evening
As I was getting off the bus

To go to my class

I saw getting off the bus
The girl in my dream.
It was she!

I was speechless.
I did not know what to do.

Over the course of the evening
I ran into her several times.

Finally, I was introduced to her.
I muttered some lame excuse
About wanting to find a Korean tutor
and got her number.

The next day she came to the gate
Of my base where I was teaching
ESL to Koreans
She said that she had to speak with me.

I told to wait in the library
for about an hour,
and I would cancel class

and meet her then.
We went out for coffee.

She told me that she was madly in love with me

And simply had to have me.
I told her I felt the same way.

I proposed five days later,
And got married one month later.
Does she believe this story?

She claims she does not believe it
Because it is impossible to be true.

But I know that there are other worlds and other times.

In a past life we must have been together somehow.
And our love was so strong

That it crossed over the barrier of past lives.
She found me in 1974,

But it took until 1982 For us to actually meet.

And it has been 35 years
Since we met in the physical sphere
Or 43 years since the dream began

And I still recall the dream
And meeting her

I had no choice
When I met her
We were fated to be together

Until the end of this lifetime
And the next and the next