To hear her speak in celestial tongues
To breathe her moon dust inside of your lungs
A cosmic experience inside ancient skies
A solar takeover behind her gold eyes
You’re pulled into orbit; you’re satellite bound
She’s taken you higher than spaceships are found
An interstellar alien—she keeps your heart spinning
As you fall far from grace where gravity’s winning
Watching her move like a nebulous stranger
The stars don’t compare, now your heart is in danger
She’s here and she’s gone in the blink of an eye
No proof of her presence.. just a myth of the sky
A beautiful muse with her electrical mystery
A neon empress has come and changed history
Feeling like an eclipse of yourself when she’s missing
Feeling like the whole world stops when you’re kissing
You’re lost in her atmosphere and willingly blind
Taken hostage by her experimental mind
You’d think by her essence you were chasing a ghost
An extraterrestrial; she’s the girl you love most..
Today I asked a greenish feller,
"Why do you wear a propeller
on your head?"
This is what he said,
"It's transportation, not a toy.
I got the idea from Beanie Boy".
They come when Winter folds her Wing—
So soft—the Sky—permits a Stir—
A Silver hush—no louder Thing—
Than Breath—of Visitor—
They neither knock—nor signal—Flame—
Nor speak—save through the Air—
Their Thought—an unseen—subtle Name—
The Human—cannot hear—
Each Year—they mark my humble Door—
With Dust—a Star might leave—
I sweep—and yet—it gleams once more—
A Sign I half—believe—
They ask not Bread—nor Candle’s glow—
But bend—to study—Me—
As if—my Soul—were Specimen—
Of their—Infinity—
From their vast, blue sky
Comes a flash of chrome,
A circular ship looking to dock
In a safe harbour to call home
Looking for a new world
While I hover in and out,
Inhabited by intelligent life
Free of fear and doubt
I only observe these beings
Who become more strange,
Yet, their demeanor over time
Never really seems to change
Yet again, I have to stop
And turn back the way I came,
What was here for a million years
Has evolved to be the same
None here would welcome me
A little man with green skin,
How awfully they do treat
Their very own kith and kin
If I had set foot upon Earth
They would surely raise their fist,
Maybe it would just be best
If they didn't know that I exist.
there are seven ancient extraterrestrial time capsule sites
one is located on each of the world’s known continents
North America’s is located in Ancient Arrow, New Mexico
this penultimate discovery is a grand portal to knowledge
ancient chambers hold various artifacts of an alien culture
there are chamber paintings, cosmology, music and philosophy
four of these known time capsules include poetry
each of these discoveries adds credence to the alien’s belief
in the importance of the human soul
Years ago, I had a dream that was reoccurring time after time when I was young.
Deep in Outerspace I find myself floating in my bed along with the stars and no need of an Aqua-Lung.
My bed draped in white as were my robes, lying there amidst beings of light.
I felt at ease as they loomed around my in human form but with luminous dazzling brilliants that pierced the night.
Later on in my adult life, after reading Secrets of the Universe, I had an out of body experience and again, met these Beings of Light, then realizing there was much more than four dimensions.
This I believe had been preordained, just part of my journey, my training, an elevation to new vibrations, part of my ascension.
How exciting to be in the midst of extraordinary light beings who transverse many wonderful realms and various exquisite places.
Realizing and embracing with ancient times, relatives and roots, constantly reminding me that I am light without birth, coalesced in tremendous flesh and continue on only with God's graces.
Confounding Paradox
Are there exoplanets evolving, terrains for the living?
Living forms upon rivers, microbes drifting in the air?
Do they breathe oxygen, a unique concoction of gen?
Primeval human questions borne out of conceit unveil apprehensive curiosity
Antiquated they must be encapsulated inside the boundaries of mortal frailty
Beings are ephemeral and aged galaxies yield their jewels in a fiery embrace
Breaking then merging with brilliant mystical islands in the vastness of space
Life propitiously ubiquitous weave throughout obscured mazes encompassing
The most confounding paradox is existence and to probing souls enlightening
Penned: 4:17 P.M.
10/27/2016
Aboard cruise liner:
Vision of the Seas
Argostoli, Greece
Extraterrestrial Nourishment
It is what nourishes the hunger within a poet's mind
which satiates the restless heart with a precious find
Penned:
12/27/2021
Lake Worth
Florida USA
I cannot say that I communicated with a UFO
but I felt like I communed with one
I yelled for my husband to come see
He discounted it as some weird plane
And promptly returned inside to the TV set
It hovered, dipped, swooped
In precariously odd ways, nothing like a machine
I sat outside for a long time,
Feeling I had been selected
Wondering what might happen next
It had a glow about it, but not neon
Something else, something not of this earth
If I knew what four-d was, maybe I could equate it to that
All I really know is that it quickly grabbed my attention.
At first it was hovering, not moving at all
I thought this peculiar which is why I fetched my husband.
The second he spotted it, it began to move like a plane.
When he returned to the house it made swirls and loops.
This is about eleven thirty at night, no time for an air show.
I would have to guess this was thirty or forty years ago
I felt like it was playing in the sky for my benefit, to entice me.
Frankly, I still do.
No, I'm not kookoo or wacko, I'm totally rational
However, I freak out when it comes to supernational
Spook out when I see
Ghosties sipping tea
Having conversations with a bunch of cannibals
Don’t judges me as a hero or a villain.
I am in lost like a sheep too.
I’m looking for another me.
The day we live, and the world we seek
Let us to forget about the eternity.
Nightmares are whispering to me.
“Don’t sympathy with weak ones. Be selfish”
Holy Spirits are praying for you for the kindness.
The god’s trial is never avoidable.
He is fair and square or righteous,
And formidable than anyone else.
We must rely on his trial.
You know that I can’t seek all.
Yes, here is tough and unbelievable like you said.
Just like we are breathing in an extraterrestrial world.
Your touch is strange.
This kiss isn't right.
This love is not what I wanted,
and you was not what I need.
I never thought my feelings for you could be this strong.
All of this felt so wrong.
Here in this place is not where I belong,
But somehow I wanted more.
I've been deprived of so much in the past.
I know you'll never love me back.
Seems all that I do is dream of you.
and yet, always hear you call.
The cosmos are now our home.
We are slowly losing hope.
but what more could ever we do?
What more could ever we want?
This is all alien to us.
We suffered, cried, and died.
Only just a little inside.
I guess we'll stay here forever.
I bet we'll just suffer together.
The clouds take a little blue from the sky
beyond, how beautiful the weather makes life
seem. The sky is where the soul goes when
the mind runs out of destinations. We love
the mountains because that's where the earth
meets the sky. If you just watch the sky
an hour each day, lie back in the grass,
you'll never be ill. When it rains your face
becomes a holy bowl. Once I was a beggar, no
cares, by railroad tracks. They too disappeared
into the sky. A small town you could hold in your fist
on the prairie. A big city easy to hold in your mind
when you're in the sky. The clouds take a little blue
from the sky. The sky takes a little blue from your soul. . .
You may not believe this
but my last lover
was an extraterrestrial
which caused me great distress
the way she transformed me
her out of this world dress.
She brings winter with her overnight
pseudo-snow fell rocket high
a siren unlike all the other girls
a pleasing form to my human eyes
making love underneath force field
captivating planetarium starlit skies.
Kisses of rapture times warp speed
circling around the rings of Saturn
I will follow her to the end of the galaxy
my lips locked to hers, I love her
beam me up my darling and kiss me
my lovely and beautiful femalien...
I continplate, about the missing moments in a day ---
The small fractions of time that slips through the crevices of our lifes ---
Maybe they land upon some type of cosmic carpet? ---
Onlt to get sucked up by an extraterrestrial vacum.
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