#martians
the enjoyment of taste
do you care where it came from?
what would a burger cooked on Mars taste like?
what would beef reared on Mars taste like?
too far out in the future?
you could use your imagination to get there
is there a little bit of Mars in every Earth bound burger?
a little bit of the Cosmos in every bite?
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 6:06 AM UTC
Once upon of out there
There r of in the stars
It's a little galaxy of Martians
The starry sky of under nights
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 8:28 AM UTC
Martians out there in the stars
Planets and of the worlds
The galaxies, moons to wonder
What's the stars of planets r
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 7:11 PM UTC
Stars like of r
Way so of far
Space is the place
Where of the Martians r
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 9:37 PM UTC
Once out there
A star stare by the aliens
Looks up from far
Sees a light the Earth of ours
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 9:30 AM UTC
Green the Martians
Fly the lights
UFOs the distance
Stars and lights
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 12:32 AM UTC
He knows!!! he knows!!!
What's out there the stars-aliens
This Martian of stars
He is of far...moons to from
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 11:11 PM UTC
Here a star there a moon
The universe of out there
Martians over there an alien
Light years to the galaxy
Copyright 2019 Joyce Joadiyce
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 9:44 PM UTC
Martians of stars too
Earthlings far the planet
Moons and stars the ufos sparkle
Worlds of outerspace where aliens
Copyright 2019 Joyce Joadiyce
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
I'm a little alien up from where
I came to Earth to look there
In my ufo you see the Earthling
To moons your of in galaxy like Martian!!!
Copyright 2019 Joyce Joadiyce
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
Flower people,
frolicking on the moon,
Smiling wide eyed with honest jest.
How did they grow without soil, water,
or air? Roses out of concrete defying social constructs.
Follow the flower people.
Show them you give a **** about the delicacy they expel
Reject your insensitivity and care about someone else.
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
I want to be an alien
I want to go beyond
See, the stars, universe like a Martians!
Copyright 2018 Joyce Joadiyce
You may share my poems if you want not for money though their copyright
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
Moons of outerspace
Of like our galaxy
Out there there
A Martian stares
You may share my poems
Copyright 2018 Joyce Joadiyce
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC
The stars
Milky Way Martians
Out and about
Star-lighting
Copyright 2018 Joyce Joadiyce
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
The Aliens invented religion,
or at least the idea of a Heaven & Hell,
not sure the motives behind their invention,
but it seems to have something to do with oil,
and gold and iron and all the other precious resources,
that exist on Earth and are harvested, mined, extracted,
in order to pay people yeah you know Hue Mans,
so that those same Humans can pay The System it’s taxes,
anyways we’re distracted,
let us get back to the point of the matter,
which is that Aliens invented religion,
and before you refuse to believe the truth take a look closer,
they say Heaven is a place in the sky,
and that God appears sometimes,
out of the “Heavens” and onto the Earth,
in the form of a bright ball of light,
sounds a lot like,
God arrives on a spaceship,
sounds a lot like,
They want us to look to the sky when we worship,
now what about the forest,
and the hot springs from Mother Earth,
well according to The Bible under the earth is were Hell dwells,
and under the ground is where the “bad” go to burn,
and anyone that worships the Earth,
instead of worshipping the Church,
get’s accused of being a wicked witch,
is tied to a stake and burned,
see I’ve got reason to believe,
that The Powers That Be want us to believe,
that space is good and earth is bad,
and we humans are here stuck in between,
would make sense wouldn’t it,
plus it’d explain why we commit atrocities in God’s name,
why we ****** each other and carve out the insides of our Mother,
and why we can do these awful things without any shame,
how else could we enslave people and animals,
how else could we pollute the oceans and lands,
how else could we do all of this with a clean conscious,
and not even feel the least bit bad?
Yeah I figured it out it’s all all fact,
and the only reason you’d refuse to believe this truth,
is collective cognitive dissidence,
because if you speak out against the Space People,
then you’re considered a delusional citizen,
can get locked away for the things you say,
then force fed pills until all of your feelings go away,
so stop theorizing on the real reason for the Bible,
and get back to work so you can get paid,
and all of this may be why,
we feel a sense of alienation in this Alien Nation,
because The Aliens invented religion upon their invasion,
even though we’re not sure the motives behind their invention…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Breitenbush Summer Solstice 2018
New Book Alert: 08/08/18; THT2: The Mandala
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
Time slowly ticks,
and I stand still.
I am waiting.
As a noiseless patient spider,
I seem detached,
but there is much to observe.
And then again nothing to see here
move along
But I cannot.
I am frozen in space and time
fully grokking what's happening to me
yet unable to stop any of it,
And so I wait.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC
Pressure puckers &
a migraine blooms
parachute leaves looming
from my mind,
moonscapes of bare rock.
I've been waking up in a tomb again,
mouth mummified &
crusted over with drool as
my body jolts up at 6
6:45
finally 7:
I rise from the dead once more.
Yeats spoke to the Beats & he speaks to me,
feet creaking old floorboards
in a house with no internet.
"Pensive they paced along the faded leaves,
While slowly he whose hand held hers replied:
'Passion has often worn our wandering hearts.'"
I ate artichokes for lunch on pizza &
lost a piece of my soul down
the toilet of the coffee shop bathroom.
I came out of the womb once & I think that was enough.
I cough up brown mucus
& I'm glad I quit smoking.
One of my ribs pokes out
& picks my lunch for me,
pointing rudely,
leaving blood on the gleaming glass.
People around me discuss
the value of places they've never lived
& a homeless man sleeps with his mouth open.
I drink an infinite iced tea
that refills itself whenever I get thirsty &
a prehistoric potted plant
belches dinosaurs back into existence.
I clean my teeth to become
the princess of the salad greens,
eating olives with the tips of my fingers
the way monsters eat eyeballs
in the nightmares of children.
Everyone shakes,
terrified to look at each other
mouths bleeding confetti & glitter.
A remedy to bitterness: simple syrup.
I want to write love letters
to the boy who broke my heart &
still has all the shards.
I found out yesterday
that I'm a woman of hard angles,
that my moon might always be fighting
to whole its halves.
My calves are sore
& I'm glad I quit smoking.
I'm afraid of empty bird cages &
waking up without a tongue.
My lungs do a dance under my rib cage
& shake my skeleton out of my body.
Hot toddy & we drink on Tuesdays.
Any available body will do.
Picasso's blue period never seemed more lifelike
than when I try to jump
head first into the nightlife.
Nothing can be proven true
but I think my respiratory system
is at least not false.
If I believe hard enough,
I can feel my pulse.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC