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Trapped like lab rats
By supposedly sick bats
What the hell, one never knows
This whole shit show blows
The lies and deception is crazy
Don't know if it's lazy or blindingly hazy
The totality of it has never made sense
It relies on people who are quite dense
No critical thinking just marching along
To the pied piper god Pan, following the song
Mesmerized by the unbelievable narrative
We need to wake up and that's imperative
The dogs are out and ready to attack and maul
While they steadily put another brick in the wall

© Jade Anjoun

The clock upon the wall keeps ticking
In a slow procession of beats
The cars parade out on the streets
Sitting lost in silent thinking

The world has changed irreversibly
People now moving in fractured sync
Afraid to cough or even blink
As their lives become more beastly

For most it's just a continued misery
Seeing no hope or reason now
Not seeing the depth of the trickery
Nor even asking why or how

Life has changed for everyone
Inscribed in the minutes ticking by
Measured only in the overrun
And, still the people don't ask why

Solutions abound for those in control
They're drunk on a powerful drink
All the people bow down and shrink
Having lost their voices and human souls

Freedom is fleeing from all mankind
Life's normal now orchestrated to appall
In the malicious lies fabricated to malign
Measured in the ticking of the . . .
. . .clock upon the wall

© Jade Anjoun

I knew clearly where things were before
being older now, I'm not sure
what caused things to become so
I really do not know
folks say it's a stage
it's the last page
It is called
the old
age

..it was the vision that beset him
of pure turquoise and sand
the scent of wildflowers along the bay
O! but what wretched destiny had bound him
to these rocks and crevices
to abide with the carrion and larch along the timberline

Yet the vision held
held in the crucible of his existence
And he prayed for merciful deliverance
deliverance under the white tin sky..

The constant sound of raindrops on a surface that echoes its repetitions
And the rhythmic measure in between
Interrupted intermittently by wind gusts competeing for the cadence
Brilliant and strobelike lightning, provides a disco backdrop
To the thunders solo drum
And I watched in awed rapture
As the storm sought out the rhythm.

As hard as it may seem to accept at first, we, along with various other lifeforms on Earth, actually are alien beings. Whenever one of us is alerted when we see a spaceship from outside of this world, the aliens piloting it most-likely are reacting the same way when seeing us as well. Its common for both of us to be in awe because of differently we may look and live. This tends to change our perception of what's outside of what we have come to call “the norm”, possibly making us more accepting of what's different and new. These kinds of changes inside of us are no different than if we travel to a new location on Earth, making us all strangers in strange lands.

Perhaps the aliens that visit Earth may be our ancient ancestors, and their possible reason for being here is to watch over their decendents like any good parent would. (Although there's no evidence to prove it,) the matter that was used to create Earth may have also been used to create their planets a very long time ago. It's possible that our solar system may have looked and functioned very differently as well. Try to imagine what they could've been like. What did our alien ancestors look like? How did they live? Were some of them more advanced than us or less? What were their planets like? If time machines were commonly used today, it'd be fascinating to travel back in time to get the answers to these kinds of questions, and experience what our ancestors' lives were like. Unfortunately, it's also possible that their planets had to die in order for Earth, and all of it's inhabitants, to be born.

After reading the above, you may develop a new appreciation for various types of lifeforms whether it be from Earth or the stars. Imagine how differently all of humanity would live or behave, most-likely for the better, when they realize they themselves are alien beings. Perhaps we'll finally find the answers to what it means to be human and finding our place in the universe. I'd imagine that once this mental transition takes full effect across the globe, humans will reduce their superficial differences to mere labels and stop judging others because of them. Thankfully with space exploration on the verge of existence, this realization will one day come upon us. Like many of you, I too can't wait for that dream to finally become a reality.

I joined this site to meet a man
who I could love and he could
love me

Unfortunately I've yet to
meet a serious guy
who I could cherish
and revere and we could
share our lives together
good and bad, to lift each other up...…


Where is this illusive guy?
My standards are quiet high I know;
Though not an Adonis do I crave
just someone, loving, caring too

Because that's what I will do
There must be someone out there
But when I do not know
But patience is a virtue
so, I'll try to hold on tight
and hope that soon I'll meet
The guy that's Mr. Right!!

Phoenix54 dated 13/09/2018

In the stillness of my decay
What is left of yesterday
Things that won’t fade away
The last of those sunny days
Turning slowly into grey

In the night of my loneliness
Moonlight shares a sweet caress
Once was life is emptiness
The nest in the meadow cress
Empty now and in distress

In the gloom of a dreary day
In the drench of soaking spray
Puddles my thoughts in clay
The lake that surrounds the quay
Solemn I am its tranquil bay

In the silence of the past
A question I could have asked
A memory that also passed
But one I still holdfast
One that will always last

In the stillness of my decay
What is left of yesterday
Things that won’t fade away
The last of those sunny days
Turning slowly into grey

For many weeks
I searched high and low
Among soggy cheese sandwiches
Covered with a green dough
Under the bed
With an amount of trepidation
But only found a refugee
From some far off Nation
I checked every drawer
In my very tall chest
And found another refugee
In a very dirty white vest
Behind the sofa
Amidst a furore of dust
No bottle of love
Just a mouldy old pie
With a very hard crust
I searched the kitchen
Though staring evil eyed potatoes
And a mountain of old greens
Then found it hiding
Behind a decrepit tin of beans
I drank with a lust
Hoping to find my lost mate
Then noticed the bottle
Was ten years out of date
My stomach churned
And my blood did boil
And next my trousers
I really did soil
So there is a moral
To a sad and lonely tale
Stick to the sell by date
Or your love life will fail

Noontime whistle atop the volunteer fire station
awakens every motorcycle within the radius
repurposing every decibel left over since the big bang
Traffic lanes tighten but keep on moving
the venturi sets empty cups to rolling, with straws still stuck in
whatever
And because some students have cars and cars have tires
a man in hi-viz vest tugs and strains on a 4-way wrench
another friday night oops to support the local economy
His fee will be proportionate to the squeal of stubborn lugs
if the Judge was involved, well then he or she's invoicing too
whatever
No net effect on unlimited data plans
point of sale pizza, flavored vapes, or bedbug powder
Nearest damn salt water beach a good five hour drive
south by southeast in this case
seldom is that considered that do-able from here
local law enforcement barely lets the kids breathe anyway
lucky enough swim in a few nearby mud ponds
or get to finish their courses here
whatever
A lot of apparatus is in place to keep things green
apart and away and unresponsive to rural towns brown
A million congrat's to Yale and Harvard, these; the other
hallowed halls of long-term planning across and threw-outs
this big ol' land o' ours
A quick hundred years having opted in
and cannibalize their own
Voracious appetite can be surgically corrected
absent anesthesia
however which and
whatever
Most of the cups have been squashed by now
the lids and straws need more running over
the yin and yang for not picking them up
The calendar keeps traffic moving
retail supply rolls 24/7
boardrooms collect the stat's