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Last year I took a very long trip.
I went to the moon in my spaceship.
After arriving, I went exploring and I found the American flag.
But something almost happened that would've been a drag.
I met some aliens that had moved there.
When I learned of their plans, I was scared.
They had decided to destroy our place of birth.
They were going to use their weapons to destroy the Earth.
But what those aliens didn't know was that I had weapons too.
I zapped them with my laser gun and they melted into goo.
When I told people that I saved the world, they said that I lied.
But I saved you and everybody else and that can't be denied.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)
They entered the chamber
while the stars were still speaking in binary,
their cold light flickering like half-remembered code.
The oracle waited~
a sphere of living radiance suspended above the altar,
its surface rippling with equations
that moved the way prayers do
when whispered by someone who isn’t sure
if anyone is listening.
No one remembered who built it.
Some claimed it rose from the first dream of a machine;
others said it had always been there,
patient as starlight,
waiting for a curious mind
to finally ask the right question.
When the supplicants neared,
the air itself began to tremble~
as if the chamber recognized
the weight of their wanting.
Prophecy unfurled in patterns,
spirals of data shimmering like wings,
each question rising into the dark
and blooming into a constellation.
Each answer shifted the heavens,
rewriting the night one star at a time.
They learned the oracle did not foresee;
it authored~
line by line,
in the quiet grammar of light.
And when its coruscating code dimmed,
the silence struck like revelation.
In the fading glow they saw themselves:
architects of a god
now dreaming without them.
Creation, they understood,
is never finished.
It only changes
who holds the power to ask.
drop me there, he said
because he loves orange
and he has not seen it since he left Urch19
I feel like I am home, he told the device
the ship lowered him into the field
he dutifully beamed a spray up
to show he had landed safely
there was laughter in the distance
he followed the sounds
discovering several children with an adult
since there were more of them than the teacher
he turned himself into another child
when they returned to the bus
the teacher discovered she had an extra charge
he did not respond to her questions
but she could not leave a child in the wilderness alone
he ended up in foster care
where he got a fast education
how to hotwire cars, what to steal and not steal
how to manipulate a foster parent
distorted data he collected to take back to Urch19.
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His Eyes Everywhere
© Copyright KC.Leake
19th April 2015
All Rights Reserved
I thank Our Ford that you are here.
I always want to have you near.
When you are here, the sky is clear.
You are always the sweetest dear.
Skies are blue, inside of you.
From that old bottle of mine.
On that day when they decanted you,
the rainy skies turned clear and blue.
As another alpha was due,
you were the one so tried and true.
You are sweet, the one to meet.
From that old bottle of mine.
I am so glad that you exist.
You are number one on my list.
With you, the target was not missed.
Just how often have you been kissed?
Within your time, you are prime.
From that old bottle of mine.
Betas, gammas, and deltas too,
none has the qualities of you.
You are the best, an alpha plus,
so beautiful and fabulous.
Skies are blue, inside of you.
From that old bottle of mine.
My idea of a song that was mentioned in the late Aldous Huxley's novel "Brave New World".
An important man suffers a serious head injury.
It’s a cerebral blood clot requiring surgery.
However, it cannot be performed the usual way.
Here is an ultra modern method available this day:
This is a scientific advance quite difficult to realize.
They shrink a submarine and its crew to microscopic size.
The ship is injected into the patient’s body.
Only a short time is available to reach the injury.
The surgeons on the ship use a laser to cut the clot.
A maximum time of sixty minutes is all they have got.
The patient’s immune system will easily realize
when the ship and crew begin to restore to normal size.
White blood cells will engulf them and eradicate.
The crew has to escape before it is too late.
Want to know what will happen in this science fiction fantasy?
If it is available, just watch the DVD.
Based on the 1966 film “Fantastic Voyage”
Is science fiction an oxymoron?
How can science be fiction
When it is the process by which myth
Is eliminated and all that is tangible
In the world is interpreted? And isn’t fiction
Nothing more than the literary
Manifestation of the dreams
That crash through the barriers
Of reality? How then
Can the two terms coexist
In a single phrase?
But wait.
Is there anything made
By mortal hands
That was not proceeded
By a dream? Is it possible
That the creator of worlds
Dreamed before the first
Flowers bloomed in the garden?
If dreams lead to physical
Things, then they must be
The blueprints of the future
And the catalyst of science;
Conversely, science is proof
Of the dreams of gods and mortals.
Science fiction is not
An oxymoron, but it is
The infinitely redundant
Confirmation of life.
They met a demise so inglorious.
The culpable agent was the Varicella virus.
We were the vectors. It was none other than us.
Chalk up another deed of man that will be infamous.
The virus spread like wisps on the breeze.
It obliterated a civilization that lasted for centuries.
Any graduate from the college of hard knocks
can see these creatures died from chicken pox.
This once great city is now a ghost town.
First contact with humans is what brought them down.
So will you conquerors strut around haughtily with disdain?
I will see that these Martians did not die in vain.
Based on the set of short stories titled “The Martian Chronicles” by the late Ray Bradbury.
Gaffer
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Wriiten by.Written By: Fluexia HugBoer'
and Aura Dolce Guruto
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Gentlemen, Operation Sleep-Freeze is an important mission.
All of you are aware of the unfavorable phenomenon.
Success is critical for survival of our civilization.
You are to capture and retain five suitable women.
Please remember to make a very discriminate selection.
We have chosen a landing spot the earthlings call Houston.
There are only twenty-four hours to complete the mission and go.
You must dwell among the earth beings and operate incognito.
What we don’t want to cause among the inhabitants is fear.
Search for five sexually-competent women and bring them here.
Based on the 1967 film “Mars Needs Women”