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Alien Observation Of A Human Nation (Spread out)

Discovery of the starship trooper mandatory

 

auto warning of a visual and auditory

 

human being destined forever in a unrighteous community

 

striving, thriving, and trying to be free.

 

Opened up my eyes to a world never before seen

 

by any other “alien” planetary society.

 

Brining me to my hybrid knees

 

listening to the things go cling, cling cling.

 

Giving me the idea to bring some things to my biologically made galaxy

 

Now to this day brining ideations was a grave mistake.

 

Soon came the fear, hate, speculation, and matter unwilling to negotiate.

 

Locked up in Alcatraz there’s no escape

 

from the keener that awaits

 

with an awkward hand shake

 

that will be the first and last of any day.

 

Blinding me is the light, the insight of the mistake

 

that was detailed on the medallion plate.

 

Creating a fallen angel from a mind made neuronal gate.

 

Brain waves with bodily functions

 

communal communications communicate.

 

Ending with the ideological functions

 

relate to mind bending manageable assumptions

 

that create a new day

 

with the conscience mind to behave

 

gracious in the face of another radioactive land mine

 

that fills the spacious tectonic plates

 

with the information to relay back to active dudy head base.

 

Reluctant to follow the gamma line from the life spine

 

creating inspiration for the elegant brigade.

 

The examiner underlines the final bid for cellular division quicker then dynamite

 

stamina data base energized by one hundred billion electrolytes.

 

The damage I can tell ya is criticized by over a trillion men of mice, sniffing lines,

 

loosing the baggage I can’t see through electron mud making electronic matter excite.

 

Indulging in the batter for the greater good indicting plutonic delight.

 

I offer lunging forward to battle fragile teetering erotic fights.

 

With the human capacity hardly able to predict automatic airlines.

 

It seems hard to find when looking indiscreetly behind in the semi synthetic slime.

 

All the time up and under the feuding galaxy enterprise

 

consisting of debating

 

balcony abdominal devise.

 

Sheering the odometer sixty six times forty four relines

 

for the practice of the bombing Saturn sun star lights.


— mdehe, Apr 01, 2009

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Geezer

Geezer

17 years 2 months ago

alien seeing

the words just roll write out from between your fingers! i didn't try to make any sense of what the theme was as it was written for aliens.[and a damn fine job it was too!] but defintely had good time with the rolling of rythym and rhyme. beauty is a matter of perspective. gee