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[title] => Space Alien Baby Survives UFO Crash
[time] => 2004-07-02 13:59:36
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[bodytext] => The one who flies throughout the firmament setting planets loose Loose from their orbits to whirl endlessly into the night Without home or hearth and- what the hell is that? He hears the sound of wild singing, off tune by a mile But with life and warmth and blood Telling of life and struggle and death and joy Running through his veins like an underground sewer Taking all that is evil and unfit and to be despised The singing grows with each strident, crude note It’s taken up and placed on the pedestals of men’s hearts To be remembered and followed and taught He hears and remembers and thinks And then he sees the struggle, the force, the blood All clad in robes of dazzling white, white to kill without pain White to amaze and confuse and dominate without reason Sees the brutal and cruel bite of life, the soft longing of death Men killing and maiming, swimming desperately to remain and be Sometimes it happens without reason and without cause Only to satisfy the demons that haunt and terrorize men’s souls All enters his almond eyes riding the silver stallions of light They make him wonder and shake his green, oversized head Then he feels the caress on his hairless skin It warns him and arouses curiosity, announcing reality The soft silk that slides over his flesh brings comprehension Explaining why they struggle, why they care, and why they remain With carefully calibrated machines he detects the heartbeat of mankind Bloody, crude, precarious, and treasured above all things A beat so addicting they smother that of others so that theirs will beat still louder His machines detect but cannot explain, his skinny, fragile body understands He turns and sees his seed, his future, suspended in liquid Protected, nourished, free from all danger, yet limited and stunted No potential, no possibilities, only strict plans and controls Directed by mere thought his chariot of fire descends The death and life, the struggle and the heartbeat intoxicate Compelling him to join in the struggle and immerse himself in it His chariot is wrapped in the earth’s cruel and life giving embrace Fire erupts burning his flesh, arousing in one instant the desire to be He smiles inwardly as the essence leaves his body never to return But in the night, among the wreckage, the young one cries [comments] => 2 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 53 [informant] => greasefire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => scifi )
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