Hello, hi! I'm Spike C. Ovid and
I was born in Somewhere in 2019.
Yes, I'm the one you would have never wanted to hear from.

Don't panic!

I'm not the evil one; I'm here because I only want to live;
just like you.

Let me tell you straightaway: this is a knock out match.
I'm invisible to the naked eye but you're not so gullible:
you have science and technology and sometimes common sense and, on special occasions, even a spirit of brotherhood.
  
I want to be really outspoken: my best weapons in this battle are:
your fears, your selfishness, your clinging to private wealth, your individualism and narcissism, as  well as, your conflicting political, religious, and ethnic identifications.

Please don't play the indignant card;

just remember that you are here, by chance, because a meteorite hit this planet and wiped out dinosaurs; but, soon after that, you wiped out the Neanderthals and so many other species, later on, including your own kind.

I’ve already told you, I won't be a hypocrite!
I want you to work for me, free.
I'm copying this from you.
However the final price for this tug of war will only be
something you don't care that much for:

EARTH!

Why did I write you this letter?
Let’s make a deal to end this clash!
Hand all the old and very ill ones over to me - They’re only a burden for you - and then I’ll leave.
A fair agreement: no more fear, no more casualties, on both sides.

Please make up your mind quickly.
I Look forward to meeting you soon.
Good luck!

P.S.

Remember that I was born to dominate: I was born crowned!

Is there a vaccine
that stops us being mean?
Ready for Homeless and Queen!
A vaccine that heals this routine
And keeps you away from the slot machine;
That makes economics less obscene;
That will wash every sin, dry clean;
And will keep you forever at nineteen?
A minus 70° vaccine to fight global warming and be green.

Maybe you don’t need a vaccine
If you travel in a limousine!

Late in the night,
A quiet winter fire
Burns the last log.
The embers, red as lava,
Melt my thoughts away.
The gentle flames,
In their metamorphic swaying,
Here and there,
Follow unintelligible patterns,
Soon buried in ashes and dust.

This poem has no poetic rhyme
It doesn't deal with time
Because I wrote it in no time
It isn't worth a dime
It's more bitter than a lemon or a lime
It has no aspiration of the sublime
Perhaps I'd better become a mime.

Let's invent a new world:

A world where smiles are money.
Work is art,
And wealth is living with little.

A world where kindness is technology,
Empathy is politics,
And sympathy a medicine.

A world where revenge is forgiveness,
War is waged against weapons and waste,
And justice is done for abuses to nature.

A world where
There is no
I or My or Our.

This world will never be
You're thinking; i see,

Maybe we could just sit down,
And start inventing it,
In this critical slowdown.

I am the other one,
not the one I’m telling you about!
I’m a grain of sand in the Sahara desert.
I’m a whiff of wind in the Antarctic winter.
I’m a drop of water in the Ocean of Tranquility.
When I lose myself, I find myself.
When I don’t know who I am; I am myself.
When I am no one then I am everyone.
And When I am everyone no more,

Then I’ll be everything.

There are more words than atoms in this world.

Their sub-atomic particles
spin around their existential nucleus,

in the void.

Sometimes they combine
generating unintelligible emotional
quarks.

If meaning and anti matter
meet
they might annihilate each other
in a momentary burst of
Pure Energy.