I wanna spend Thanksgiving in a UFO
Thankin' the Cosmos for starlight's glow!
With veggies and fruits on my plate,
It's a Cosmic voyage that sure feels great!
Flying high, my saucer in the sky,
Mushrooms, squash, and peas roll by.
Thankfulness guides my heart, my art, my song.
At my Thanksgiving table, love belongs.
I want to paint like DeChirico in a dreamy haze,
While Roman columns fill my nighttime gaze.
Jupiter, Venus, and Odin are flying near.
My table is in Asgard with good mead and cheer.
Flying high, my space Saucer in the sky
Bluebirds and Cardinals are singin' nearby.
Planetary voices join in tune
As I sail beneath the Carribean moon.
I'm a Cowgirl, a pilgrim, a wanderin' woman.
The American spirit makes me feel free
With mashed potatoes and Seitan Stew,
Thanksgiving grits, yellow squash, and linguistic brew.
I'm flyin' high, my saucer in the sky.
Blessed be all, with peace to guide
Thanksgiving, the best Cosmic Holiday
Intergalactic with forever racing freeways!
Intergalactic dance
By Michelle Morris
04/09/2022
Despite the eloquence of my words
I hope you understand
That they can never do justice
To my feelings profound and true
They glow from deep within me
From my soul beautiful and bold
Like guidance from the Universe
Serendipitous and eternal
I love you and know your heart
It speaks to me across time
Telepathy joins our minds
Our thoughts are always in sync
I understand your feelings
Our emotions are entwined
We are blessed by the highest powers
And our love will go on and on
Our intergalactic dance
Is graceful, pure and sublime
We move together as one
Beyond all space and time
My greatest wish is to be with you
You are part of all my dreams
The depths of our roots and heights
Will expand beyond the Universe's reach
© Michelle Morris, 2022
I walked up to a group of strangers,
Somehow I knew exactly what they were thinking.
Hopped on the train of thought,
Reached my stop, hopped off
Like God, is it touch that I’m missing?
Since birth, I never rehearsed
Spur of the moment connecting
No Wi-Fi is necessary, to hear each word.
It’s heart to heart conversations until I meet dirt.
We’re all worms crawling together we need earth,
Universe colliding, minds gather in a metaverse.
“History, is a nightmare from which I’m trying to awake.” -James Joyce
A burnt blonde freckled white man stands in a white bathing suit
With red raw blistering hands
Stranded in an exotic archipelago
Shipwrecked on a blinding white beach, for weeks
Brain bleached
From flying too close to some dying star
The man sends stagnant radio waves through a useless gizmo
Failing to transgress any sort of didactic message.
He pitches a rusty red lawn chair into the land.
Sitting, he exhales, and cracks a cold one,
Settling his stinky toes into something else's sand
Only to watch the sunset on humanity for the last time.
Once his drink is finished and the ethereal light fades,
He stakes a white flag attached to a big stick,
Its point dripping with glowing green blood
Afterwards, he retreats to the comfort of his newly apprehended man-cave
I carry your heart in my pocket
Only you can make it melt, like chocolate
Let’s go away together into outer space on my rocket
We’ll intergalactic travel through the milky way and look for comets
Step into the void, holding your hand flying pass stars
I just want life to be peace and to be where you are
Break away from the nonsense, diving into an infinite space
Distant from a world enticed by power and profits
Dancing under meteor showers, no worries, no one displaced
I put your adoration in a secret locket
Celestial beings we are, navigating in an interplanetary space
You're my favorite, like dark chocolate our love is cosmic
It is out of this world, quite atmospheric
Floating in the nebula, no one can touch it
I will always carry your heart in my pocket
Only you can make it melt, like chocolate
Let’s go away together into outer space on my rocket
THE INTERGALACTIC SWEET SCENT OF YOU---
the sweet scent of you
aroma so delicate
pure and natural
honey suckle rose
ever so viral and pure
digitally mastered
honed in on virtue
seasoned in values flowing
pure and natural
dialectic plant
fragrant flower of solar epics
grant me sun-sweet kiss
pure and natural
chance flower of galactic
the sweet scent of you
12/10/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
10/26/17
On the radio the sound of static
Got some bad habits
Broke many but am still an addict
Beyond all the semantics
Life isn't always fantastic
Occasionally graphic
And tragic
Not going to panic
Or become frantic
Slight brain damage
Still I manage
Burning and earning cabbage
Working hard going savage
In the beginning hardly had s***
Now am so close I can almost grab it
Working outside and inside an attic
Then going in and out of traffic
Occasionally eating food that is organic
And other junk on my palate
These fools are plastic
Being far too dramatic
Unwilling to bury the hatchet
Taking care of anything problematic
Being pragmatic
Changes in tactics
Keeping my balance
Using my talents
Across the planet
Out of this world intergalactic
Being enthusiastic
I always wanted money and a bad B****
Just trying to avoid being in a straight jacket
Out to help my family live lavish
Before I vanish
And am in a urn or casket
At the speed of light, I hear your scream
I wake up in a galaxy of dreams
Your restless thoughts shatter my sleep
But I dare not take a step
On this terra firma of alien giants
Our love is the size of ants
In-between toenails and craters of decay
Will our love survive the day?
Their bellowed shouts are supersonic
Emit an evil high frequency static
How will I ever hear your heart speak,
Or know of the love you seek?
Your flesh preserved in a spacesuit
My mind covered in your bodysuit
An intergalactic love story about to be told
In this epic war of the worlds
Away
Far
High
Towards
Trembling
Speeding
Faster than sound
Always out of sight
Here Time is Light
Light is Time
Majesty, Folklore
Science and Fiction
Life, Death passes by
Galileo
Picard
Orwell
Einstein
God the Creator
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