My Poem ‘Alien’

My body is still on Earth,
but my mind is definitely elsewhere.
My body has been left sitting on the chair,
while I and all that I truly am- my essence-
is now of one voice, one emotion, one eternal sense.
My mind has been taken away from its corporeal imprisonment
so that it can freely touch the stars and hear their song;
my body, my heart, has been used up and can no longer sustain me-
everything I was now feels wrong,
everything I thought is no longer my reality.
I saw the light.
I heard the whispers.
I was taken into the night.
I felt like I had been transformed into a chemical mixture.
I left time and space behind.
I wanted to fall into a black hole.
I was somewhere that was impossible to find,
and indescribable by design.
I have been used for experimentation,
and pushed and proded in every direction my entire life;
I have known about what has been happening to me for years,
but now I truly see the scars that have been left by the knives.
I guess I deserve the pain;
I guess like everything that has happened,
it all happened for a reason-
perhaps the reason is what some people call ‘karma’,
perhaps I am going through a cruel and insufferable season
that will one day change for the better.
I am not sure what the future has in store for me,
I have no idea if in the game of life I will ultimately lose,
or triumphantly reach the finish line and win.
I can only be who I have always been
and who I will always be.
I am not sure if I will ever be the same again,
should I return to the same body-
but right now I can’t help but feel like an alien.

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My Poem ‘Forever Dreamer’

To Mercury, Venus, Earth, and Mars,
to Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and to all the planet’s of countless stars-
it is to you, and to everyone:
Human; God; Goddess; Angel; and Alien;
that I wish to address,
and also, in a way, to confess,
the reason for my being- my modus operandi, if you will:
why I love connecting with people, writing poetry, and why I just can’t stand still!

I suppose it all started back when I was a boy:
the love that I felt, the friendship’s that I made, and the joy!
The affection that I had, which was unequivically reciprocated
by my friends, and my family- and which I have replicated
in the relationships that I have made as an adult,
and which has made me, I believe, a better person as a result!

Something that I have never told anyone,
is just how much writing poetry is my greatest passion!
The thing about my poetry, and which continue’s to make me smile,
is that I believe I am still in a little bit of denial-
just like when you call someone and keep pressing redial,
and you always expect someone to pick up and answer-
I always expect an instant and inspirational poetic transfer:
a high-speed link between the universe and I-
a way to write the unwritable, and describe why the sky is the sky.

I have always loved keeping active and running around-
using my energy, and that of other’s, to rebound
in a new, invigorating, and exciting, other direction-
times in my childhood that I often look back on in reflection,
and ask myself the question: why did you do what you did?
And the answer that always comes back is: because that is what it is to be a kid!

The reason I am who I am, and the reason why I do what I do,
is because I want to share a part me with everyone, all, and with you!
In my opinion, the gift to be able to create something of your own imagining-
to write it down, build it, sing it, play it, and the ability of enhancing
the perception of someone else, and for a short time take them on a journey
from which they will always remember, and the thought of will forever fill them with glee-
is a gift that is the most special and the most personal present you can bestow:
to reach into your soul, and touch a place within yourself you never dreamed you would ever go.

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