Please don't shoot!!!
I might be instrumental
in your cure
My family might
invent
The pill
to
end all
ills;

But if you eliminate me
I will never breed.

Forged in fire
born of water
breathing air.

If they ask, which country you belong to?
Say, I belong to Earth!
If they ask, what’s your nationality?
Say, I am an Earthman!
If they ask, what race you belong to?
Say, Earthly!
If they ask, what’s your religion?
Say, Love!
If they ask what do you want?
Say, Peace!
~Niti

I stand.
Back against family; a human shield.
Feet firmly planted on homesoil
|Dirt dark with ancesterial remains|.

I stand.
Front towards future; a human sword.
Hands clamped tightly around the jugular veins
|Of any threat|.

Invade from neighbouring lands, or distant worlds
In the outskirts of Outer Space; you all stop here.

I protect
With the selfless ability
Of man
Alone.

the blue marble below him
looks a distant dream

wrapped in silence
frighteningly dark
he drifts away from it.

how he now lusts
for that curvaceous sphere
where he left his human part
to be adrift in the dark matter
rimless endless infinite!

once a patriotic earthman
he now travels a space
without nations borders
sinking into deeper ink of silence...

**he never loved his planet more
than from this distance!

made from the stuff of Universes
a planet found a voice
and began to speak to the stars.

The Mistress of Dreams came to me
in unsettled sleep; visitor in the shape
of my dark sister discreetly creepy forward,
Blazing-eyed Succubus to have her way
w/ me; her maiden attendants
tidying up my room w/ a female touch;
renting my bed-garments from my back,
Her claws piercing my chest even as she complains
That my body is not hairy as the satyr’s
She ***** off readily; yet it is for me
that she has come down secretly
from her white palace where moon-****
no earthman could stomach fills her divine lungs
w/ smoke so thick & subduing, I nod off,
thoughts languorous; her harsh whispering in my ear;
my merely human eyes cannot perceive her;
no, her shadowy shape-shifting
is beyond my comprehension &
I fall out of bed onto the floor planting my face
at her mottled feet & suddenly I am in love,
reeling as Eros & Pan enlisted to her ****** cause
Hold me down while the Mistress of dreams
Has her way w/ me and it seems every man
whom ever lived; ever breathing the sultry air
of toddler-earth just learning to spin,
getting used to its permanent stalking of the sun;
Apollo on his temple throne wondering
who’s that girl sneaking through the garden,
peering at him through the open window
although absent eyes; Apollo knowing better;
she doesn’t need eyes to see & he brings her a cup
ambrosia personally; drunk on Mead the Norse-god
hatchlings run amok & Apollo’s Witnesses
the priestesses of Indra quietly read their Gitas
before she jumps me in the dark