Hi Steemians,

my name is Sebo and this is my poetry profile on Steemit. I decided to create a new Steemit profile since I have a great experience on this wonderful platform as a musician already. This goes couple of months back. Some of you remember me as @Beatseb and that's the profile I can't yet recover, since I lost my Master password due to my stupidity, inadvertently overwriting the keys document with new data over it. Ouch! I know. I like new beginnings though, and I'm pretty sure this is gonna be fun, a brand new start. I like to kick this of with a Dada poem I wrote years ago, about a Space journey. It's about an interesting astronaut duo on adventurous mission planting a seed on the Mustache Galaxy, which is light years away from the Sombrero Galaxy. Hope you have a good read.

Growing a plant on a mustache galaxy

Now its growing, without my presence.
I know my absence will help it rise.
it's an earth plant embossed of rotten bones,
fossils immortalised like a monumental mason.

The ground is fertile for this asymmetric synthesis.
Eye got teleported right after the instalation.
The bottle is empty, I don't sipp..the plant needed the drink.
It absorbed it like an alcoholic sponge after a week of a desert trip. Absynth.

Mission.com Pete was the pilot and the cee o cee kay for the air hostages.
A Lions was crawler transportet to the circus "Serious Furt" on the Sombrero Galaxy.
My mind was on the development of the drunk plant and the symbiosis.
I know latest now not everything i knew was no ledge.

Pete was a pimp. It was his common atitude.
Dude boned creatures out there and still horny like Ron.
He did'nt care about the mission or the result, the comanders daughter obsessed him.
My plant was on my mind, like an instinct for a morphological signal receiving.

It's been a week now. My face is smooth and i didnt shave.
Suposelly a year needs to pass untill the beard grows back.
Consequence is booked with the contract i signed.
Experience is mental exhortation for the past steps of mine.

The plant is on my mind like an updated veri chip with e shocks.
Lots of experiences crossed my ability in my life. Unsaturated.
This one's making me feel like I'm about to be a father..
of a plant called "EyeLIEview" the first one on the mustache galaxy.

Older Artwork of mine that I think goes well with this poem.

Thanks for visiting.