You’re a girl like no other ’cause of what you are.
It’s not your fault that you got scared,
cry at night or get so lonely in a crowd.
Every day you ask the same two questions:
Why me? And when will they come for me?
You get flashbacks of blinding pain and flashing strobe lights.
So when the aliens abduct you and you feel it before it happens, you wish for death.
Can no one see the alien ship as you float through your roof up to it?
No one believes you when you say you’re an abductee –
aliens don’t exist, they say – they’re just in our minds.
THE MYSTERIOUS GIRL
By Radebe Diemo Glen
Hopeless, yet heartbroken, that’s when I saw her.
A girl so beautiful, so innocent – she blew my mind away,
Took my heart by storm
And left it wondering.
A sharp pang shut through my body
And made my left leg go numb.
She said one word…
It flattered me with its beauty.
I may forget what she said,
But I would still feel so bad.
I will, however, not forget how she makes me feel.
I just hope she and I have a deal.
My love for her has no magnitudes.
It drives me crazy; I’d reach all altitudes.
I hate being an abductee,
Rather I will make her my honouree.
He was a prisoner of war
Four years as an abductee
When they turned him loose one day
He yelled, "I'm free, I'm free, I'm Free!"
A boy standing next to a tree
Had never seen, such a thing before
He said, "So what, I'm already four!"
THORNS
I walk naked among the thorns of life
waiting to breathe in a sweetened spice
Scratched and bruised I overcame,
and remained patient just the same.
A wary glimpse, and I remember,
The moment felt in mid September
The white flecked red rose so purely born
cannot beguile or more adorn
its symmetry.
Ah sweet smell, my sense allows
a perfumed mist to thus arouse
a quick moment, an abductee
of jealous fading reverie.
I wonder if, do you suppose,
That life is like the white flecked rose?
CAK 11-07-2012
Why Poets Dance
spending divers days walking through
once dormant delusions of my mind,
nights dancing in hold with ol' luce
his familiar minions cheer from the
periphery,
sets this mind to wonder why or
if i'm the only one and how to find
answers of this kind; like boats at
sea, possibly some code rendered
ably
even regularly, might attract a like
minded entity who would then wish
to dish their din back, have contact,
share code at least, then two-step
with me
aboard the apparition ship where
pain, love, gain, loss and how
we manage to remember or forget,
evolve, stagnate or die -- each
abductee
can share, compare, meld, and
often be alchemized to gold because
prized poets told, were bold enough
to find a way to reach those who
will read.
When will you begin to see?
That you're a perfect match for me
Like two pods in a pea,
We fit into a perfect T
Cup of tea, no fee, thank God love is free.
One hundred percent guarantee.
Whenever you're around, I fail to be me.
I stumble around, tripping on debris
So instead, I listen to my mp3.
One, two, three
I feel my heart, beating with glee
Why is it difficult to make you agree?
Do I have to confess or plea?
I know it sounds wrong but I want to be your abductee.
It's true in some degree,
I want your name and mine to be up on a marquee
What is it again? Jesse? Mckey? Marie?
Gotcha, just kidding, wait. . .do you even know me?
Up on mountain top.
Just don't know how I got here.
Army Rangers rescued me.
Says UFO kidnapped me.
Sure lucky I was let go.