"terrestrials" poems
nobody gives a ****
about poetry
or books
charles bukowski
or siddhartha
nobody gives a ****
about the universe
or extra terrestrials
carl sagan
or that we are stardust
nobody gives a ****
about Led Zeppelin
or Pink Floyd
Joni Mitchell
or Nirvana
nobody gives a ****
except for me
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 12:27 PM UTC
Communication technology recognition
Reformation in monopoly contortions
Feel the attuned tunes from satellites
Setting light like an antenna televised
Usher prolific hologram vised in vision
Bid manipulation bye to new world neon’s
Motivation from free thought movement
Commendations cemented in another time-zone
Complement to comment for extra terrestrials
Electrical vibrations moving from wired modems
Floating up above the skies, a heaven end
All life become a past tense lie, come lie
A dead fantasy for the oars ain’t tacky
The most surreal reality, the stability, an ability
Congeniality, this is an alien evasion, adaptability
Figure a boxer on the ring, trenching victory
An agility the accessibility to the victorious flag
Tracing admissible tunes, planking in a cool challenge
The heroic and not hectic hologram check the angiogram
Its not a diagram, but a radiant heart an earthy soul
Am a do anything, buffing myself to do anything
Ain’t a deal rocking the crowd in crazy clouds
Breaking the underground like a Fujita F Scale tornado
Ronaldo tormenting the ball in a field with F clef societal
Social control and orders, tormenting the ****** to extraordinaire, an extradite
Streaming live make you believe like you can live for real
Stratifications, ****** classes and sewn mobility
Chasing dreams in the winds deeply wheeled in a well
Be well as we sink so deep to seek and hold the dense
The essence of the whirlwind, it’s a seep through static
This rollercoaster an aspiration to inspire then perspire
Ever higher, from the root to crown charkra, a tantra
Annata,the ascending holographic magnetic hero
Tuning visions to dreamers and travellers
Hold my hand as we sink underneath the stratums
No sputum, just headphones.... a culture, it’s the new age soul
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
i've always liked space.
the idea of exploring
the final frontier; beyond
and into everything.
when i was in university
i wanted to be an astronaut
with a literature degree—
i thought *hey,
why take maths and science
up there, but not language?
not poetry?*
it's all well and good if we meet aliens,
but what will they know of us
without first knowing how we love?
i would bring a book of love poems
to the extra-terrestrials
and explain that the finest human condition
is one of devotion.
science got us upwards,
but love gave us the idea.
i'll never be an astronaut.
i think some people are destined
to become the dust that made us;
that shaped us. some of us
are our mother's children,
born on earth to die here too,
but we dream. what are we
if not made of dreams?
at night, i look at the moon.
sometimes, it is so big and full
that my heart swells with it.
my chest bursts like i've stepped
into the light of a space station
without a space suit.
that tiny little moment before death,
in which i am one with the universe,
and it makes me so small.
but, oh. out—
out into the glow of a thousand suns.
little poet in the wide universe,
loving his way upwards.
loving someone so much
that he understands
what it feels like to take
such a great leap.
with her, i know the stars.
Apr 28, 2022
Apr 28, 2022 at 5:33 PM UTC
Different
lines on the thermometer,
when it happens,
it moves all by itself.
Deliberately
random restless waters,
terrestrials standing on their banks,
recidivists having deposits
and withdrawals
at an inflated rate.
Dungeoneering
--the amplified gesture
means a convenience charge,
elevate me later.
Defibrillation,
I'm on the existential end
of viral paradise,
"the files you have on me"
are a trail of stolen pebbles,
sure to inoculate my final
walk into the sea.
Apr 29, 2024
Apr 29, 2024 at 12:15 PM UTC
manual laborers all present
ready to begin
heart, liver, lungs, stomach
all here
ready to begin
each piling up bricks one by one
stacking them on top of each other
manual labor taking
seconds
minutes
days
years
time flying by as the bricks keep piling up
held tightly by violet veins
squeezing the bricks close and tense
finally
after a decade of organic construction
a wall stands as tall as china's
visible by extra terrestrials on a distant world
but what was not visible was the familiar natural disaster
that stormed in from behind
coming in from the blind spot
this friendly natural disaster shook down the wall
it cut the veins with violent blades
and left to continue with its destruction of construction
the heart, liver, lungs, and stomach
watched their masterpiece crumble
down
into the earth.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 5:47 PM UTC
I know that we are flesh and blood;
We're bound terrestrials.
There is not a hint nor thought
In me, celestial.
And yet the final day they found
You were ephemeral,
I raised my eyes towards the skies
And sought the aerials.
I hoped the blessed, holy book
In truth, was literal.
The yearning, needing wanting hole
Was raw and pitiful.
In vain I combed the cobalt spans
For proof reciprocal
Of an eternal, lasting love
From the ethereal.
My opulence in obstinence
Brought truth from empty skies
The swirling air, the ash and dust
Is only where you fly.
There is no golden field of wheat
And barley where we'll meet
There is no paradise where I
Will once more hear you speak.
The last known home where you reside
Exists in no known creed
You live now in the dreams and thoughts.
That bring you back to me.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
El Matrona waits on the children of the earth to learn of the gate to heaven is through her, safe and ever open. It was placed on earth by her beloved. The youth on earth as well as all pure righteousness enters in to make the light grow ever stronger to unite the love of her life to her once again for all eternity. How she hungers for his touch separated from his being to aid man and others in there justification to their lord and god. The army is surrounding her to protect the temple of the one true god she will never change her course through time or dimensions but may turn to dust before the land turns back. Her love sustains her through out time, holding onto what she was given she lunges forward to her given task like a babe to the breast. Her heart weighs nigh as a feather for her joy is his return. The children gather round her with abundant laughter, giving her continuous hope running through her veins like sunshine in the darkest of night. Silent tears run across the valley of her heart like a fissure of stone rending sand through the hourglass of time in the mortal world which sends shivers down her body. Years pass as she now must age as a mere mortal no longer held at bay by the darkness befriended in the making of a soul readied for the task at hand. El Matrona now knows which way due north points and why it must be fulfilled. She has reveled it throughout out many lifetimes given her by the saints which now she has become. Even the terrestrials envies her station and must obey her king. T’is the year of the lord and all will feel the judgment of the shekhinah through the angel metatron. Ive been her long and haven given many messages unheard, all must listen now for we have not long to endure before the great changes occur. I say unto you Love is the greatest of all things believe in him that made you and he will save you, confess with your heart and mouth your sins, he will free you. Ask and he will give unto you the way. For I am the door to the way, reach for me and you will receive him for who receives me receives him that sent me. Peace be unto you all as love from the great MOTHER and WIFE of the KING lives and breathes in Metrona immortal.
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 4:23 AM UTC
creepy moss that hide in dark spots
on creaked roads and river ponds
slimy green and even brick red
they are the first terrestrials ...or so , Ive read
the stages in which a fish walks on land
or how earthquakes move continents
and how movements cause formation of land
that millions of cells died regenerated to birth new plan
that stars died for earth to be reborn ..
that there is no right or wrong
that i have no such a purpose but to exist
that life is an empty and a meaningless abbis
that the rays of the sun so colorfully stream
are shooting down at precision speed
that the rotation and direction of our earth spins
in nothing but chances ......by them we live
although facts upon facts , they reach
never coming to conclusions , they teach ....
how can we just be
an anomaly of evolution and astrophysics
how can we be
so complex ...feel ?(thoughts , emotions , ideas ?..)
or is it just chemicals that control our
actions and the turning of the wheels ?
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
I lost that Mountain Goats mix tape one night under the influence of Oxycontin and alcohol and beautiful men and a woman I longed to own.
"The only thing I know..." rings in my head every now and then,
reminding me of that van, cluttered, and that voice sort of rapid and quick to make assertions. I heard you say you loved me. You never said it out loud.
Fractal-ed brain seeing so much I cannot. The view must be so different in there.
I imagined (more than once) being used by you in some punk van, with pin point holes and nowhere to go as you disappear... maybe meaning to leave me, maybe not.
"I need four white walls..." and I'm standing in your wife's kitchen holding stolen car keys and sweat.
Feeding me and telling me there would be another side.
I had no ability to see past little white piles of pain.
Even then, you loved me. I was whole to you and sinless. "Goddess."
No need for explanation. I am myself and you are you.
Half of the house stays cold. Capitalism strikes the poor through monopoly of resources. Ages old.
That's what we are.
He and I, transcended, and beaten. Enlightened, and nubile.
I remember that hair tied back with several ties and thinking how silly you were for thinking I could be interested.
I let you have me, over **** hits and more than one bottle of dark liquor and in three days you just had to say, "I love you."
"Don't call me."
I imagined more than once you in my bed and those well-placed tattoos.
Voice like conviction and hope. You wouldn't be the one.
"Don't call my boyfriend looking for drugs."
Fast forward.
"I would **** that guy so hard."
"Am I annoying you?"
Saying those words like a well known drive down a country road:
fast and careless.
It's how I drop bombs, you know? I do that with all the people I love.
I see your struggle. Hold tight the bed sheets in the morning.
Never a fight. Hardly an argument. Submission becomes me. Becomes freedom.
Even now, you love me.
Never judgement. So few expectations.
Who are these extra-terrestrials?
Maybe,
I am one of them.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
We are the celestials,
Different from these terrestrials,
Above such things *******
I'm an old age girl,
You are my world,
I love you to the moon
And beyond, none too soon,
We wander as stars,
Orbiting afar,
In universe above,
Endless divine love,
Deep in galaxies,
Across time and centuries,
Above the terrestrials,
We are the celestials......
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
So,
you're a physicist,
waxing lyrical around the stars but
being clinical about there being
life on Mars.
How topical, how very
short sighted and
astronomically speaking, how anatomically we're seeking something
similar to us.
The very chemicals of extra terrestrials are in our genes
(or so it seems)
we are just an alien, a species foreign to this shore,a
stopping off point to a world of more,
so you're a physicist?
You must have missed the last bus home.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
Have returned
Nested
Calling discordant
A squabbling couple-
Nested in apartments
No eggs amongst
The elderly
No chick to raise and
Teach to scavenge.
The chimney-pot gulls-
Paired
Young
Alive
Nested
And flying-
As terrestrials may not-
From death.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 3:47 AM UTC
There are always secrets that lie under rocks
Floating just below the surface
Waiting to rise for everyone to see
We hide these from one another
Too scared to let everyone know
Our true identity
Petrified of who will see us
For who we truly are
Every time I walk outside
I see eyes
Glued to LED screens
I attempt to make contact
To reach out to these extra terrestrials
In order to gather awareness
To find some consciousness
To know that I am not alone
To be afraid of being lonely
That is what grabs us all
And pulls us down by our feet
Suddenly and abruptly
Striving to be unique individuals
In a society that blurs the lines
Between male and female
Filling out expectations like prescriptions
Needing to fulfill standards
In order to be accepted
To be desired
To be longed for
Like a perfect representation
Of what it means to be human
Until the true meaning is lost in the waves
Thrown into the endless sea
And all that is left
Is just an image
Taken at face value
A façade that fools each and every one of us
Taking us into the protection of its wings
While simultaneously lying to us
And eventually everyone becomes
Afraid of depression and afraid of fear
That builds upon itself
Like a great fire
Sweeping through bushes
Burning ambition alive
Charring the very breath from my lungs
Singing my words
And tainting my very existence
Until I am not myself
Just a charred speck of ash
Waiting to be swept away
Into the endless night
But then
I realize that I am not alone
Instead of being trapped in the confines
Of my own mind
Pushing against the walls
Of my brain
Struggling to find oxygen
Outside of the synapses
I am instead surrounded
By the millions of other ashes
We have burned together
And we remain together
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
The stars
The extra-terrestrials
Out of the galaxy behind the moons
There coming and going in ufos aliens
You may share my poems
Copyright 2019 Joyce Joadiyce
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC
That little alien told me he could
Come to our Earth in his ufos half a second
Leave without making a sound
The locals wonder them Martians up above the ground
You may share my poems
Copyright 2018 Joyce Joadiyce
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 8:35 PM UTC
We are the celestials,
Different from these terrestrials,
Above such things *******
I'm an old age girl,
You are my world,
I love you to the moon
And beyond, none too soon,
We wander as stars,
Orbiting afar,
In universe above,
Endless divine love,
Deep in galaxies,
Across time and centuries,
Above the terrestrials,
We are the celestials......
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 5:07 PM UTC
A peep at the clouds
A dance with the moon
A view of the skies
A berth in the sun
A flash of the blues
A soak in the rain
A wave of the breeze
A cheer(s) with the lips
A life flow of the spirit
A health to our souls
……………………….
……………………….
……………………….
Of these celestial harmony
Oh! Terrestrials………..
Dance, glo, wave & cheer up
In this ballet of time
The rhythm of the hearth;
Our soul’s joy
The mindscape at peace
A display on our faces.
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 2:10 AM UTC
T THANKFUL for the energy of God that runs
through me to know I am an orchestration of Divinity.
H HAPPY for the gifts I have received
to make a difference in this world.
A APPRECIATIVE for the people in my life
and those fellow writers who add to this site.
N NOTICING that I have a purpose and will
therefore move to celebrate life.
K KEEPING a positive attitude as I bring abundance
into the present moment.
S SAVORING the little things like a roof over my head
and food in my belly.
G GROWING inside the breath in-order to be a mirror of love.
I INSPIRED by the magic of Mother Nature and Father Sky.
V VERY peaceful knowing I am taken care of aided
by angels and guides.
I INTOXICATED by the gentle breeze and graceful seas.
N NURTURED by my own thoughts to manifest
all my dreams.
G GRATEFUL for all the extra terrestrials of light who
are here to aid humanity.
H HAPPY to be awake and ready to do what I came to
Earth to do.
A ACCEPTING that I am a master capable of aligning with joy
every moment of everyday.
P PATIENT knowing all things unfold in divine timing.
P POSITIVELY moving in my heart as I see the
beauty in everything.
Y YEARNING for the new year that will bring
new beginnings for all as we celebrate Thanksgiving 2019.
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC