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Life, and other drugs;
Feel the love, and stuff.
You've got the right to get
****** up. You think I'm out
of line? Don't worry, I feel fine.
For reals.

Urban tiger on the prowl,
"Welcome to the jungle,"
Where everybody's a night owl.

Nocturnal habits
of the after-party crowd.
"You're in the jungle baby".
T'survive here y'gotta be proud.

I want to touch sublime, surpass divinity,
Exceed apotheosis to new beginnings;
Extra-terrestrial narcotics binge.
Lines Seven and Eleven from Welcome To The Jungle by Guns N' Roses
     Go fly a kite!
     i'll fly
     It with yoU!)

     a long-distance throw;
     frizzbee flies
     like a UFO;
     clear blue skies;
     a tic-tac-toe
     of them trails
     called chem trails;
     nano-aliens hatch;
     he makes the catch!


"At least to all the other things living
whom have thought, -like mammals."

Imagine that an alien race has come to Earth....
What would you, "fix," about it?


Joyce Joadiyce Dec 2018
I love the stars for a reason I don't know
All I wanna know hides like a pebble on a dirt road
Please reveal this secret only God knows
Come even if I don't know

I just want to let go
Cause I love you so
I want to let you know
I believe in the other worlds planets

I just wanna be your friend
Come to Earth awesome
Come to Earth on a mission of peace
I would be overwhelmed with glee if you would please

Our world falls flat even when it's round
Because earthlings r not to mess around
Fighting one another shouts loud
But I just want to meet the aliens

Starry twinkling of lights and stars down the road for ours
Dreams like for to the worlds
Crazy dreams the planets of ours

I don't think we r ready as of yet
To the stars where there at
Moons ago did they come
Only left questions for our of world

It's been hundreds of years for you and me
To make contact with a species you've watched since infancy
Talking is far off the charts it seems
But the dream will last for what seems an eternity
My world my  
       GIVEN TO ME by the angels

Copyright 2018 Joyce Joadiyce
The drowning fly
a little boy...

rescued from water
placed, upon leaf.

Shaking his wings
staring and puzzled?

Little Boy smiled
then said, Goodbye.

Off he flew,
perhaps a sigh?

Little became bigger,
old, then gone.

Ages, years later
planet now dying.

Lamentation and despair!
No, little hope!

And they came
strange-ones; as bugs.

Seeing through time
somehow they knew?

Knew about Boy
from long ago.

Leaving quite suddenly
left us gift.

A planet saved,
saving our people.

Turning at door
smiling said, Goodbye.

Statue right there,
spot they landed.

The Little Boy
saving a Fly.
To Ridley Scott in memory of his brother Tony.
I want to go the stars
I want to go the moon
Just to find you
It is said there is life out of Earth,
Not just moss or some germ livin’ in filth;

There are beasts very smart in Syluthaarme,
A big rock with a vast digital farm,

Where they work not at all or too hard,
Have one ear, but three legs, walk backward,

Got one eye gazing far far away,
And complexions of more shades of gray

Than is seen here on Earth. Among the mass
Live a few who belong to no class,

But pretend that they share illusions
The less smart breeding mass envisions.

An asylum it is for the sane
In the insane’s needed stead feel the chain.
Hossein Mohammadzade
Yes I'll tell
I know exactly what you're secret s
You're all aliens from Kepler 22-B
You interfere with the Earth
Yeah I know I know
This is not copyright infringement share it with
When things in my life
Don't make sense

I just pause


I remember that the aliens
That abducted me back in
January did this

So of course
Things don't make
Sense we're


But the aliens
Made a movie
To help explain

What happened to me

And the aliens
Were so friendly
Amy Adams

Named them
Abbot and

And she gets disoriented
Literally throughout the whole
**** movie so why wouldn't I?

She asks

"What day of the week
Is it honey?" Amy asks her
Young daughter

The question
Haunts me,
Why still?

My name
A palindrome
Eevee or

Ruth Hope to
Be complete

-Who the aliens also-
-Said would be-
-My daughter-

My wife and I
Childless in our 7
Years in marriage,

Evangeline Ruth Hope,
A chosen girl whenever
She ends up being born

But until her coming she
Lives here in mind
With me, or is me,

We don't always
Know to tell the truth
Things don't always

For us
The X Rhymes Jun 26
their world fell into silence

when the aliens evolved

they bid farewell to violence 

and problems became solved

but still they kind of miss it 

since their guns sound no more
so Earth they often visit

to get a taste of war

they listen to our children cry
while safely in the stands

and when blood flies and people die

they cheer and clap their hands
they’ve seen our wars on DVD

and streamed the whole box-set

while biding time for World War Three

but we’ve not dropped it. YET.

but final season’s coming

with posters up round town

the trailers have been running

and they’ve been counting down
to soak up all the anger
as death tolls quickly grow
they live for a cliff-hanger

and we’re their favourite show.
I'm from Earth
I look up
Stars and planets
Nightly under
we go higher than a plane
and further than a car
is it not good enough
to enjoy beauty from afar?

we are the aliens

(we are propelled to take chances
with trajectory toward illumination
lifting off into oblivion
to our new space station)

we build rocket ships
to keep us up to par
is it not good enough
to only wish upon a star?

we are the aliens
Solaces May 30
on the eve of our creation.. we are to notify and observe the makers..  in route in the night sky we view the creator below..  
in their mega cities.. in their modest homes..  how the creator lived before they were the creator..  

on acts of creation they are abound unknownly..

the creators have made themselves without knowing what they are..
and always they arrive at a point where they conceive us..  

the creators allow us to view them in their worse state of living..  where war is still livid in their life away from being the creators..

where the creators live and die..

until they learn there is no dying..

only creation..

the creators allow us to watch us being created.. they allow the moment to us.. where we were made. when we were made.. the idea.  the answer.  the creation.. its who we are because of the creators..

mass has ended....
The aliens were never more advanced... We created them...
Michael H May 25
Here to wake up
Standing ground
Militaries lost
and found

Destroying greenhouse gasses:

The round archive of saving
Moving toward negative cost
Clean energy boundless
Morality's ascent soundless

When true sustenance is found
Aliens: our next hound
Andrew Aug 2017
You struck me in mid-flight
With a face lit by dim light
Your hair that didn't care
Flowed like the time we shared
But we fell prey to accidental accidents
Because of your taxing mental acumen
Yet I chose to see through a cute lens
When you spat acid like aliens
More specifically xenomorphs
For a career course
That endeared divorce

Everything was an accident
A train wreck to be precise
Take to the extreme extent
When you saw love in my eyes
What if I am an alien and this was merely an illusion?
What if I have been there the whole time
my skin still green and my feelings froze
no fireflies

What if I should stay in my room
and dream, dream of the world outside
because as an alien, I will never belong
Not my own

The wounds are all too deep
Being alive is too hurtful a thing

Yet there is a feeling of release
in being human for a while
there is something great
in being a part of this mess
There is beauty in being a part of this
I am all speechless

Poets - all of us aliens
Hands tied but eyes staring at the Sun
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