UFO

I believe UFO exist it would be strange if they didn´t
considering the many planets in the vast galaxy.
I have not seen a UFO person close up with the exception
of my face in the morning before coffee.
The picture I have seen is always at a distance
and tend to be grainy.
Some people insist they have been captured by UFO,
analyzed and sent back to earth again presumable because
the UFO being found them of no interest.
The UFO world does not call us human but the strange
blubbery beings with a penchant for killings and fighting wars.
They, the UFO is petrified by us keep their distance
hence “grainy photos.”
Still, I believe the UFO people are a friendly sort all we have
to do is to stop wars, be polite and they will come to us
not necessarily in human form, and show us how it is possible
to move so fast through space and defy gravity.

Time flies with no eye spies
Only thing you've spotted is failure for certain
I'm cordial just slightly
Verbal **** flung
I'll simply say alrighty
My own brand is
Generic oddball
Don't know what else you would call it
Wondrous notions compound like potions
Presumable presumptions met for your consumption
Devoured by normality
I just wonder
When my life will share resemblance to social
Straight up demonic savants  
Best believe I have grief filled grievances
Advance aren't made
The games been played
Only colors seen
Have been jade
Serenade all of your woes
I'll never pose if that's ok
Only thing known
Prone to failure in plenty forms
I'm purely noting nothing natural
Nimble nocturnal in nature
Punctual never
Clever thoughts too mundane
To change at all I feel like nothing
Searching for something
Again my friend
It's only the end
Strictly purely surely going to change
Nevertheless it's not yet in sight
Alright
My biggest plight is trying not to **** myself
Just trying not to **** myself
My biggest hurdle is trying not to **** myself
I'm trying
Just trying not to **** myself
My only fight in this world is trying not to **** myself
Hope I'm not failing
Truly hope I'm not failing
Flailing

She Utters

She boarded her fate to Minnesota.
She made her way
To a deadly audience.
With a grin-she was hopeful.
Her eyes soaked of warmth
her gaze so intangible.

Not  found of attention,
As cunning as her audience,
Her art was profoundly
her sketch was presumable.

She grasped for breath!
Her lips carelessly rhymed
Her pain, so glued for comfort
Her eyes sour
She  spoke softly in resentment

Her script well adept
her lips inferno, stir controversy
That blazed the stage with passion for disdain
Her dialects a mournful adversity
Uncut the pause , her audience mocked!
A resented  integrity.

As coward, they laughed.
rebuked her willAs masterly of con.
she sobs a Jab to reality .
100 days of depiction
100 nights of pretense.
Refined by her role
she made her exit