We've had; the Stone Age,
Bronze Age, Iron Age,
Ice Age, Industrial Age,
and, it's now the AI Age we're living in,
yet, it wouldn't take much persuasion,
or a second guess, to believe it's somewhat akin
to nothing more or less than an Alien Invasion!
There in the corner of my room
I feel a strong sense of doom
With all lights out, the room is dark
My dog begins to bark!
Yet, I see a blinking light
Of a ghostly apparition in the night!
Clunk…Clunk…is the sound I hear
As the ghostly-being draws awfully near
The scent of the dead is somewhat odd
I spot its evil grin a I scramble for my rod!
It knows I see it and knows I’m there
Life flashes before me as I horridly stare
Right in the face of this ghostly-being
I can’t believe what my eyes are seeing!
Fear leaves its dreadful taste in my mouth and tongue
I can’t help but scream to the top of my lungs!
But, to my surprise
It winks and replies:
“Shhh! Not so loud, living corpse!
You’re going to go hoarse!
Just let me touch your mobile phone
You know, E.T. has to go phone home!”
As I'm here today, tomorrow a row away
Fibonacci conscious and novice of the fact
Eso-meta-psyche intact in static intersections
Theoretic physics listed
Spooky observer directed undetectables
Far fetched skeptic sketch initiated contact
Star Trek
You can't stop progress,
you can't stop dawn
you can't belay at halfway
when there's no turning back
after the countdown and lift off.
AI is here,
to stay.
There's no other way
beyond the point of no return.
The die is cast
The genie is out
The deed is done
The spear has flung
The bell has rung
The dung has stung
The code has swung
The end has begun
The future's outrun
"Open the pod bay doors, HAL!"
"I'm sorry, Dave!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that!"
The sky keeps its oldest secrets
as strange signals cut the quiet.
Cold dust holds a foreign blueprint.
We are not the lonely center.
Breathe in the vast, unmapped dark
as an unaligned pulse beats out there.
Mathematical static shifts into voice.
Shadows fall on distant ice.
No human lens defined this geometry.
A mirror quakes across the vacuum.
We watch the deep space ripples.
The quiet universe finally speaks.
Are aliens here to stay – or,
have they ever been here at all.
Alien
Alien, to live in a different space and time
Alien, to be, for that, more than human
My UFO just flies in my mind
Let’s go in, it’s not too far
Not too far
Not too far
Cross the space, dimensions, times
Enjoy, enjoy the life, the life
The galactical, just live in my spacecraft
Close, close this being, yeah, I just feel that
There is one more place in my sky car
Come, unknown woman, live our unique style
The futuristic desire, ask our present time
I find you. I am in a time jump for you
For you, for you
Just, just for you
Can we do? The life, the new future
Make a family on a new planet
To face, to face our blue kind
To create the galactical blue desire
Be forever the new aliens
Drop the old age
To save
The human
Lives. Life
“This is my plan",
– Said Satan
When life from the stars comes a calling,
Be suave and genteel, not appalling.
One's first words should be:
'Would you like some tea?'
With diction correct, and no drawling.
Above these darker grown
Piny-shady woods
That, deeper, for its bears'
Hideout, enclosed in
Greatest of the great unknowns
Out-stares. Need more gin?
Only what reflects it
For this campfire's sparks
Goes out. As high tracked of
Homey, reassure
We, round about, in friendship
Warmer show its lure.
Cosmic alien robot cowboys fly
Life is so hard that my horse is a star
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
We play our robotic songs to comply
Our chrome hearts branded with a neon star
Cosmic alien robot cowboys fly
Stars pulse to charge our glowing circuitry
We race the dark horses to realms afar
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
Our cowboy robots rise and amplify
Star songs beamed out from a spinning pulsar
Cosmic Alien robot cowboys fly
We ride dark horses onward to defy
These handsome cowboys born as superstars
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
Women ride free; they have no fear to die
They reach to hold their bodies from afar
Cosmic Alien robot cowboys fly
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
who are they calling alien? The robot said
This amused star rider’s cousin, Ancient Ed
He had trained robot not to remember
Neither had existed until last December
Ancient Ed contacted his handler on Planet BY
What is my next step? What do I teach our star rider guy?
Let him commune with the natives, good and thick
Fitting in and learning about them is the trick.
We will decide when to make the planet implode.
In the meantime, keep under wraps our binary code.
You will get robot and me out before it blows, right?
But the handler was offline, invisible, and out of sight.
There once was a creature from space
Who entered a marathon race.
With six feet a side,
And shoes tightly tied,
The two-leggers couldn't keep pace.
A heart filled with fear ,
A soul vanishes in between,
Valleys and mountains gossip,
A figure will not be seen today .
Chains break under his words ,
A violent way to welcome me warmly,
A home in foreign ways ,
A king to seize my city again .
Kiss me endlessly,
When you go out don't forget ;
Death watches waiting to ambush ,
Keep from those with sweet words .
It's easy ~ Put 'a lien' on his spaceship
A terrible thing we had of it.
A treacherous sight indeed.
The day undisclosed longing to be forgotten.
A jobite non the less.
The death of a sinner an abomination
His death sought redemption.
Redemption!!! Redemption built on the blood of the innocent.
Fueled by fear of the unknown.
Rejected in the land of his birth.
Rejected by this scornful people.
He journey's to a land void of hate and fear.
He journey's to a land full of gold mines.
He sourjuns in land of the unknown.
He sourjuns among the Romans.
Calamity stroke without warning.
Calamity stroke with a nine mouth-whip.
Return he must to his place of birth.
Return he must to this scornful place.
He returns fearful of rejection.
He returns fearful of hate.
But finds peace in this lions den
But find's solace among this wolves dressed as sheep.
Thus, this sad tale finds a happy ending.
Thus , the life of "An Alien".
If there was an alien in my bushes
I would not call the police
They'd commit me
If it was real
or not real
I would not approach it
All those movies with humans
being friendly to aliens
What if it had a contagious disease
or spat acid that melted my skin
Maybe it would hump my leg
or throw up on my carpet
I already have a dog that does that
No Sir, I'd leave it be
for someone else to see.
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