Spinning someplace in the blackness of space
A peculiar world hosts an unhuman race

Rethink reality, abandon earthly notions
Here, cerulean seas;
There, prismatic oceans

Macro quantum motion
Instantaneous locomotion

No need for roads
Teleport to go
No streetlight, no lamppost
The trees, you see, they glow

"Action rules the day" -
That's what we say
Yet far away
They've found a better way

Telepathic speech
Telekinetic reach
Lovely thoughts no less essential
Than the air they breathe

Nothing remains the same there
'Tis a world in constant flux
No looping patterns
Newness always interrupts

No doctors can be found
Hospitals not around
Sickness doesn't exist
Dis-ease relegated to myth

Millions o' years in antiquity past
An epic discovery was cast

A cure unveiled, a panacea revealed
Reverberating across the cosmic field

On every world
In each dimension
Lurks this secret
Of terrestrial ascension

Uncovered by few, coveted by all
Grasp it to rise
Miss it and fall

Mind over matter?
Mind is the only matter
All else - secondary factors

Perplexed is UnEarth that we earthlings
Have yet to understand one thing -
"Mind is King"


We know it's hard to believe
From what your earthly eyes can see.

We know it's difficult to accept
Since you are deficient in sensory depth.

We know you haven't been sufficiently prepared
To come to terms with what's really out there.

We know our existence upsets your paradigm -
Everything you assumed about reality, space, even time.

We know that nothing on your Earth will be the same
When our Truth is revealed - all shall be changed.

Be that as it may,
You have arrived at the day
When the present human race
Must a brand new reality face.

Yes, we are real.
And yes, we can heal.
No, we come not to kill or steal.
Inflicting harm - not part of the deal.

Call us alien, call us extraterrestrial.
Cosmic in reach, our nature is celestial.

Our origin stretches a long way back
Into the remote corners of the universal past.

Eons before the first earthly pebble was formed,
Before the crashing of the inaugural earthly storm,
Our civilization had already been born,
Traversing space-holes that resemble giant worms.

While your cavemen were pounding stones,
We were injecting our people with cellular drones.

Above and beyond?
You can say that, sure.
For the diseases killing you,
Long ago we found the cures.

Where is our home?
Well let's see.
Only a star's throw away
From your milk-like galaxy.

In earthly terms, we are far from close.
But not as far as you might suppose.
From a cosmic perspective,
We are just down the road.
Practically neighbors,
It might surprise you to know.

If our way your astronauts ever came,
They would recognize our home by this -
Our galaxy is shaped like a flame.

The worlds in our system are in alliance.
On each other there's a strong reliance.

There exists dark forces we must fight.
For this reason we all have had to unite -
We call ourselves
The Intergalactic Federation of Light.

If you knew these cosmic foes we must battle,
You would be more than a little rattled.

It's inevitable that our presence will worry you.
So we've been developing an approach
That will not destroy you.

From this news you can infer
That our motives are pure.

We have so much to share.
But you can't receive if you're scared.

We've been watching your planet throughout its history.
We hold the keys to your Earth's greatest mysteries.

From the portals of space,
Allow us to introduce our race.
We are (A)dvanced (C)elestial (E)ntities.
You may call us ACE.


I bask in the glory of your warm embrace
As your photonic fingers caress my face,
Looking down on me, there you are.

Who am I to share in your energy?
Why do I deserve your rays to enter me?
How is it that you don't seem so far?

I stand in awe under the celestial synergy,
Shine on - so goes my inner plea,
You are my brilliant SuperStar.

I wonder how and when you came about,
I ponder when you will ultimately flame out,
Then my world will go dark.

Tales abound of a yellow dwarf,
Lighting a place known as Earth,
A blue gem that war has marred.

My people have traveled there,
But I am just fine right here,
Soaking up the red hue of my SuperStar.

Stationed up there in your constellation,
You bring me so much consolation,
Your core has reached my heart.

Shine on, my wondrous SuperStar.


I am darker than the night,
Moving fast as the light.

I am stealthy, I am sleek,
Skipping above mountain peaks.

No human hand can make me.
No earthly band can raid me.

Built am I to navigate dimensions,
Programmed for instant ascension.

I float on the waves of magnetic fields,
Invisibly insulated within an impenetrable shield.

Welcome aboard - don't be frightened.
Try not to focus on the prismatic lighting.

Are you surprised I can speak?
Just one of my incredible feats.

Do you recall your entry here?
On your way up, you looked quite scared.

Feel free to scan and explore.
I invite you to walk my corridors.

Just one exception,
There are windows to your right.
Resist the temptation
To take a peek inside.

There are activities
That you would do well to miss.
As it's said on your planet,
"Ignorance is bliss."

You have an escort
To lead you by the arm.
He won't utter a word,
Nor do you any harm.

Do not even try
To look in his eyes.
You will be unable to turn aside,
For your neck will be paralyzed.

You must trust me,
This is for the best.
If you see the E.T.,
Fear will arrest your chest.

Keep on walking,
Look straight ahead.
Try to relax.
My, your face is red!

You are on your way
To a special room.
You will have no conscious memory
Of the procedure done to you.

It'll be okay,
This I assure you.
It's not the intention
To in any way hurt you.

Go with your guide.
I'll see you in a bit.
To mitigate your anxiety,
The room is therapeutically lit.

....

Well hello again.
There's more for you to see.
You'll need to take a seat,
For soon we shall leave the galaxy.

We will achieve atomic speed.
If you glance out the windows,
Only streaks of light will you see.

During our flight,
There will be times
When we will instantly stop
And turn on a dime.

But this sudden shift
Will cause you no trouble,
For the cockpit, you see,
Sits within a gyroscopic bubble.

Like a sheet one would fold,
We will be traversing wormholes.
These are cosmic shortcuts,
And YOU will be in control!

That's right - you will be my pilot.
Don't worry - you can do it.
I have been programmed
To talk and walk you through it.

You've been chosen to control me.
It's easier than you suppose.
If you can move your extremities,
Then you can make me go.

Focus right in front of you.
See that small device?
It's known as a controller dome,
And it is the key to my flight.

No need to touch it;
Simply levitate your palm above it.

It will mimic your hand.
Each gesture signals a command.

Any direction you want me to take,
Just motion your hand that way.

We will cover distances untold,
And you will be in control.

We will even transcend time.
But afterwards you will find
These memories will be locked behind
The doors of your subconscious mind.


I am hurting
As I stand here alone.
Worry grips me.
I feel it in my bones.

Often I wonder,
Why this pain I must endure?
Frequently I dream
Of recovery and cure.

But hold everything -
What is this I now feel?
Moving up my leg,
Can this really be real?

I have never felt this way
From any pain-relieving pill.

My whole body feels electric,
Suddenly my nerves are chilled.
The ache is no more hectic.
Why, I do believe I'm healed!

I have some things to ask
As tears glide down my cheeks.
What is this experience?
What's happening to me?

I am overtaken by euphoria,
Whereas before I was bedeviled.
I feel that I'm soaring up
To a loftier spiritual level.

I don't want this to end,
It's beyond the ken of men.
In a way it is akin
To an energetic wind.

What blessing! What Godsend!
I am beginning to transcend.

What could be the source
Of this paranormal arc?
What is the force
Behind this rapturous spark?

I can feel from whence it starts,
Climbing up my left leg,
Which bears an outlandish mark -
The residue of an alien encounter
Experienced after dark.

What did "they" do to me?
What is the technology in play?
How can it electrify me
And drive my pain away?

Tho' limited is my perception,
Still I have E.S.P.
(E)lectric (S)piritual (P)henomenon
It's as tangibly real as can be.

To this end
I have gone lyrical,
To express my discovery -
The universe is spiritual.


Is this it?
Am I about to die?
I missed the chance
To say goodbye.

I can't decide
To scream or cry.
My palms are moist
And my mouth is dry.

My lids feel heavy,
Blocking my sight.
Every joint aches,
My muscles are tight.

Everything in me
Wants to fight.
But resistance isn't an option,
Neither is flight.

I can't move.
My body's paralyzed.
How did I get here?
Where am I?

And what is this table
On which I lie?
Why is this happening?
Why, O God, why?

I can't get up,
No matter how hard I try.
What pain in my side!
Nothing about this is right!

Strangely enough,
My left leg feels electrified.
I feel it moving up,
Up to my thigh.

At last my lids
Open I manage to pry.
In fly rays
Of an unearthly light.
To my surprise,
My raging mind begins to quiet.

I cannot sense
Anyone by my side.
But before I can
With relief sigh,
Something unbelievable descends
As if from the sky.

Coming into view,
Invading my sight,
Is a giant, artificial eye
Like a scene from sci-fi.

Remotely controlled,
Featuring tech that is high,
Hypnotic and robotic,
Clearly programmed with A.I.

Inches away from my flesh,
Rapidly rotating clockwise,
Attached to a mechanical arm,
Pulsing flashes of light.

Up and down my body it does glide,
Not touching but positioned nigh.

If I somehow live forever,
Never having to die,
I will always remember this night
With the otherworldly Eye.


Might the legends be true?
Or merely an imagined ado?

Could it be more than a myth?
Might it actually exist?

Encased in glass,
Perfectly preserved
From decades past,
Rarely observed.

Black as the night,
Lined with gray,
Quantum technology
Integrated someway.

Why am I blessed
With this privileged access?
I cannot begin
To venture a guess.
I ask in my mind,
But I remain speechless.

I don't even recall
How in this place I came to be.
Two men walked me down a hall,
After snatching me off the street.

If my memory serves me,
They haven't uttered a word -
Merely escorted me through
A maze of corners and doors.

As I turn around
To find out what this is about,
The candle of my consciousness
Abruptly is snuffed out.

The next thing I know,
When finally I come to,
My body feels different -
Oh, I am wearing the storied suit!

From the shadows of the room,
Suddenly a hand appears.
An authoritative voice booms,
"To shield you from doom,
This helmet you must wear."

My heart pounds,
My mind races.
Still I haven't found
What even this place is.

I have so many questions
Which I lack the nerve to pose.
I get the strong impression
That somewhere epic
I am about to go.

Next I hear a sound,
Beginning in the foreground.
Soon it does surround.
My mind it does confound,
My confusion it does compound.
Frantically I look around
Into the shadows
But not a soul can be found.
This audio I'm hearing -
Louder and louder
It does resound.

A nonhuman voice then speaks,
Digital in tone:
"Fifteen seconds to The Jump" -
Wait, that isn't very long!

Jump? Jump? Can it really be?
Then the stories are true.
Oh this I can't believe!

As the countdown finishes,
And I near the last blip,
Two voices say in unison,
"Have a nice trip."

I close my eyes.
What will happen next?
My breath I hold,
My muscles I flex.

In a flash my reality changes,
Everything suddenly rearranges.

I feel that I am moving
At an incredible speed.
I feel nothing solid
Below my booted feet.

I have the distinct sensation
Of flying through the air.
My eyelids are still shut.
Open them do I dare?

I hear a loud whoosh,
Akin to a rushing wind.
I feel a mighty force
Hitting this super suit I'm in.

Eventually I open my eyes,
Reclaiming my sight.
I am mesmerized and hypnotized
By brilliantly colorful flashes of light.

Before I have the chance
To process the next thought,
The prismatic light show
Abruptly comes to a halt.

The journey is over,
The Jump is complete.
Once again earthly ground
Lies beneath my feet.

I'm not in a room.
Instead I am outside.
Why, this is my hometown!
But something isn't right.

There are the stores and shops
Where I always like to go.
But they should be over there,
On the opposite side of the road.

And who are these people?
I don't recognize any face.
What's going on here?
What is this place?

There is the old welcome sign,
Where it has always remained.
But the letters are wrong.
Did they change the name?

As quickly as possible
I procure a map whereupon
Opening it I fail to recognize
Any of the data printed thereon.

Locating a cop,
I ask where I am.
The words from his lips
Do not name my hometown.

Confused and frustrated,
I collapse on the curb,
When I hear in my helmet
These digitized words:

"Quantum Jump Successful"
Then I snap to attention.
What do you know?
I've jumped to an alternate dimension!

All due to this amazing suit.
The fable is really a fact.
Now all that's left
Is the matter of jumping back.


Welcome, my friends, to bustling New York -
The port of lore, the door to more,
Abounding, of course, in scores of stores
And words and Fords and public transport.

Adored by humans of every sort,
Inviting all to come and explore.

Now meet a small boy whose name is George.
There's not much his parents can't afford.
His father has appeared within the pages of Forbes -
A mover and a shaker, a business force.

George was given a toy as a reward
For doing quite well on his school report.

This toy was special, a foreign import,
A cube with a door and a string, in short,
Perfect for George, since he wasn't the sort
To socialize much or play in any sport.

What no one knew, no one but George
Was that inside the cube lived an orb -
An intelligent ball of light named Zorb,
Who could float, fly, flash and even morph
Into any shape, to the amusement of George,
Released by George pulling the cord.

On the cube was printed a single word.
"What is Gorb?," asked George,
"That's my planetary source," claimed Zorb.

This orb couldn't speak verbs or any words.
Instead he blinked the thoughts toward George.

Anytime George felt disturbed, perturbed or ignored,
Like the dark day his parents got divorced,
Zorb would lovingly blink his support.

"Who needs a sword," thought George,
"Or even the hammer of Thor,
When I have a superb orb?"

So here's the report
If you can absorb it,
When a problem came forth,
George would just "orb" it.


I perceive your form,
I see your silhouette.
What's the time of morn?
I'm not fully awake yet.

Who are you?
What are you?
And why do you
Stand by my bed?

Somehow it seems
My bedroom scene
Is obscured behind a screen.

I see more
Than one of you,
I see four.
I wonder how
You entered here -
Through what door?

These thoughts inside remain,
For I'm too scared to talk.
I would surely scream
If not for the shock.

I know the cosmos is teeming
With a host of ghostly beings.
Still I'm not believing
What's standing over me,
Who it is I'm seeing.

What manner of creatures
Have no definable features -
Only shadowy outlines of darkness?
Oh how I hope you are harmless!

It would be easy to assume
That you have come to my room
With evil intentions of doom.

Else why are you dark as the night,
Lacking in any visible light?

*

As I ponder and wonder
What will be next,
Something suddenly happens
I could never expect.
I feel that I'm rapidly falling,
As if into a vortex.

Am I descending into Hell?,
Fearfully I ask myself.

I feel deep regret
For my many human sins,
While hearing a forceful sound
Akin to a violent rushing wind.

Falling and falling,
The intensity doesn't slack.
It feels like a million needles
Relentlessly are pricking my back.

Try tho' I might,
It's difficult to explain,
But it's as if I've left
This thing named the earthly plane.

When this is over,
Where will I be?
What will I see?
What will be waiting for me?

Although this experience
Is factual and real,
I cannot recall
The end of the ordeal.

Did the "shadow beings"
Escort me through a warp of Time?
Just one of the burning questions
Aflame in my mind.

For what it's worth,
And it's your right to scoff,
Something chronologically with me
Has ever since seemed a little off.


My fellow Americans,
The hour is dark.
Hence I stand before you
With a heavy heart.

Something is coming,
Something man has never seen -
An attack lacking precedent
Within the pages of history.

As you all well know,
We have many foes,
None quite like the one in the North -
An evil regime, a stain on the Earth.

Based upon decades of intelligence,
According to a mountain of evidence,
We know a super technology
Has been in development.

It was deemed best to keep you unaware
To prevent an avalanche of paralyzing fear.
But now the day of crisis is finally here,
Endangering all that you hold dear.

It is an unconventional act of aggression,
Capable of producing a new kind of Armageddon.
Every ear hearing my voice is threatened.
Now allow me, your President, to reveal the weapon.

This thing will change our paradigm,
For it is designed to accelerate Time.

That may sound just fine
When you're waiting in line,
But consider the effects
On your overall lifetime.

The rate at which you age will rapidly climb.
Happy events? They will pass on a dime.

From friendly greetings to lunch meetings -
They will all be unbelievably fleeting.

The bad will quickly pass,
Yes it's true.
But neither will the good last,
In an instant it'll be through.

As the Good Book says,
Our lives are like a vapor.
For this reason our days
We've been exhorted to savor.

Soon this will assume a tragically new meaning,
For toward us a hostile projectile is screaming.

According to radar,
It is approaching the West Coast -
Optically elusive,
Sort of like a ghost.

The aerial position is inconsistent,
Visible one minute then missing,
Defying known physics and comprehension,
As if somehow it's hopping dimensions.

We cannot project the hour of contact,
Nor even pinpoint the zone of impact.

This bomb is like none ever before faced
During the storied saga of the human race.

According to analysis by our military brass,
You won't hear a boom or feel any blast.

There'll be no obvious harm to the landscape -
No buildings razed, no landmarks erased.

Afterward you won't find debris or rubble;
Instead the damage will be more subtle.

Once you behold the image in the mirror,
The tragic fallout will become much clearer.

Smooth skin of youth
Will crinkle into wrinkles;
Sandy strands of hair
With gray will be sprinkled.

This will take place
Before your dimming eyes.
Weakening hearts will race
As Time literally flies.

It will seem as if you're getting mocked
By the furious spinning of the clock.

It will feel like you're being choked
By the hands of Time 'round your throat.

If there's a lesson lurking within all this,
It's that Time is - was - the greatest of gifts.

Nothing on Earth abides or forever lasts,
But who knew it would ever pass this fast?

I could tell you to cherish this present,
But in truth that would be wrong -
For really you should have
Been doing that all along.

The Time Bomb will soon upon us fall.
May God eternal have mercy on us all.


Have you heard the skinny on Lenny Mangini?
This fellow dreamed of a yellow Lamborghini
And the good life of more, much and plenty,
But Lenny's pockets lacked any profits or pennies.

Plagued by malaise and chronic sickness,
Two failed marriages and a bankrupt business.

Always on the lookout for a bargain,
Lenny liked to visit the flea market.
He bought himself a like-new parka.

One day he felt something in the pocket.
Inside he discovered a shiny golden object -
A special lighter with, let's say, a special effect.

Lenny made an attempt to ignite it,
But only sparks - Lenny couldn't light it.

"Just my luck," he said, "the thing is a dud."
So he chucked it into the trash with a thud.

"Wait a minute," he thought, "it's made of gold.
How much moolah for me if the thing is sold?"

Then the wastebasket began to shake and gyrate,
As the lighter within began to buzz and vibrate.

Suddenly the thing is flying toward his head.
Fortunately Lenny catches it instead.

His nervous hands struggled to hold it.
Still he felt compelled to give it a flick.

Up came the flame - exceptionally warm.
Somehow and someway - it morphed into a form.

"What in the world?," asked an upended Lenny
As he stared and glared at a bona fide genie.
You know, like Aladdin or I Dream of Jeannie -
Only this genie was teeny like a mini Houdini.

But before Lenny can make any wishes,
This apparition drops some serious wisdom:

"Would you believe I received this gig
To do away with the myth of the big?

Not all genies live in bottles and lamps.
I can help you, Lenny, become a champ.

I realize you're surprised by my size,
But it really doesn't count.
All your wishes can be granted -
No matter the amount.

The joy you can enjoy is unlimited,
Flowing and ongoing to ad infinitum,
If you can only grasp the definitive
Impact of the small and diminutive.

It is a shame and a pity
That all over this city,
People tend to miss the
Power of the itty-bitty.

It would be truly tragic
If you should miss the magic.

Little victories
Make history.

Simple chores
Win wars.

Modest principles
Work miracles.

You can sometimes go the extra mile
On the wheels of a single smile.

You will find help
In each small step.

Tiny tweaks are shiny seeds.
Daily deeds lead you to succeed.

Big doors swing on small hinges.
Progress is processed in inches.

When your goals are a no-show,
And your big ideas a no-go,
Shrink down to the micro.

When it seems impossible,
And it appears there's no way,
Think it not improbable -
You're only a tweak or two away.

This will blow your mind -
Take heed to the small
And you will surely find
You don't need me at all.

If you transition from wishin' to decision,
There'll be no need for any genie or magician."

So ends the skinny on Lenny Mangini
And the day he met a mini genie
Who made Lenny much wiser
By the quick flick of a lighter.


I was a high-ranking official
In the United States Army;
Any further details
Would surely come back to harm me.

I must remain anonymous
Or else face the consequence;
But you would not believe
What -- who -- has come to visit us.

I have since returned to civilian life,
Having retired my active stripes;
But there's a secret (still classified) -
A secret I must bring to light.

One day on the base,
I am delegated the assignment
To meet with a "foreign visitor"
Sequestered in confinement.

As the metal door opens,
And cautiously I enter the room,
It's as if I step into
A kaleidoscopic kaboom.

I struggle to fathom what it is I'm seeing
As I'm in the presence of an otherworldly being.

A single syllable I can not manage to utter
As the E.T. spellbindingly emits beautiful colors.

The creature has the feature of translucent skin,
Allowing my eyes to witness its soul-light within.

There's no need for words or any sort of vocalization -
For "he" communicates through iridescent information.

"Look at those colors," I think,
"See how they glow -
Am I in a dream
Or a Twilight Zone episode?"

At first I feel threatened
In the unearthly presence,
But my stressing is lessened
By the progression of luminescence.

Soon I am awash in an ocean of deep emotion;
The familiar reality seems to flow in slow motion.

Practically every cavity of the anatomy,
It's divulged like a light bulb;
My faculties as a result
Perceive each bright pulse.

The eyes show a breathtaking bright glow -
A micro version of the bodily light show.

Between flashes the alien studies and takes in
My human form, my earthly shell, my opaque skin.

Suddenly the entity begins to blink purple and pink,
As if to "say" that we're emotionally in sync.

My forehead is hit by the beam of a green laser -
Instantly I feel deep eco-love for my planet's Nature.

Soon the room becomes saturated in waves of brilliant blue;
Then I feel perfect serenity due to this calming hue.

Gradually the light morphs into yellow then gold;
At once I begin to feel more courageous and bold.

My head becomes conscious of the anger in our world
As photons of red and orange mix and swirl.

So mesmerized am I by the prismatic flash
That I fail to notice the healing of my rash.

Beyond verbal dialogue this alien so radiant has evolved -
A language wherein no form of audio is involved.

Humans use words to affect moods and thinking too;
But here's a sentient being who does it by blinking hues.

I feel so primitive as I ponder my reliance on words
And how alphabets dictate so much of life on Earth.

As I behold the colorful face,
A question my mind faces --
"What other alien races
Walk the corridors of Space?"

Away with the norm,
I'll never forget that time
When I met the glowing life form
Who did away with my paradigm.


One day a book materializes
And floats off store shelves;
The other side of earthly farewells,
It describes and tells.

Upon its arrival,
It trends and goes viral;
There's no literary rival -
Life's AfterParty is the title.

THE DEFINITIVE GUIDE TO THE AFTERLIFE
So begins the book in spooky font;
The matter that follows after
Entertains as well as haunts.

The writer pulls back the curtain
On life that's beyond the grave;
Who is this spiritual expert?
The cover reads: Bianca Graves.

She writes about the Afterlife
With such vividness and flair;
If her readers didn't know better,
They'd bet that she's been there.

All across the nation,
In every city and station,
Folks are reading and tweeting
Quotes from the pages -
From Erie in Pennsylvania to Death Valley in California,
To the dusty ghost streets of Tombstone, Arizona.

"Wow," they say, "she's a great storyteller,
No wonder this book is a runaway bestseller!"

Considering the content,
The author's moniker is fitting;
But it turns up to be a pen name
After the press does some...*ahem*...digging.

The investigative trail, however, soon turns cold;
"Where is she? Who is she?"
Not a soul seems to know.

Despite the fame, acclaim and rave reviews,
Elusively she can't be reached for interviews.

WHO IS BIANCA GRAVES?
So goes the headlines;
Newsrooms scramble for answers,
Squeezed by impending deadlines.

It's a mystery how the book came to be;
Amazingly there is no publishing history.

One day it doesn't exist;
The next day there it is.

Consider the sticker on the front,
At first glance it reads "First Edition" -
Perchance if the eyes stare enough,
The words morph into "Hearse Edition";
Can a label count as an apparition?

Those lucky enough to score a copy
Learn to read fast and not blink,
For the text tends to vanish
As if printed with disappearing ink.

There are photographs with the paragraphs
And they have the power to mesmerize -
For, tho' meticulously analyzed,
They depict landscapes and skies
Which nobody seems to recognize.

A book reviewer notices something peculiar
About the author headshot on the back -
Creepy and freaky,
It appears only briefly
Before completely waning and fading to black.

One day a curious academician,
Listening to his intuition,
Takes up a determined mission
To do some fact-finding fishin'.

He reasons, "This lady can't be nowhere,
She has to be somewhere" -
So he runs an image of her headshot
Through facial recognition software.

The results are shocking and hard to accept -
Bianca Graves, it turns out, has long been dead.

To be more precise,
That's true of Jillian Guice -
The real name of the elusive writer
Whose work set the modern world on fire.

Who knew you can be gone for centuries
Yet still make literary history?
Who knew you can be deceased
And still pen a masterpiece?


Dr. Maximillan Williams is some kind of brilliant;
Too bad he has to, in fact, be a villain.

In his classes he was always the quietest,
Lost in deep thoughts about the sciences,
Perpetually tinkering with newfangled appliances,
Never the least bit interested in social alliances,
Voted by his peers:
MOST LIKELY TO NEED A PSYCHIATRIST

"This great big world I see --
It's not everything, is it?"
Asked young Max to himself;
So he set about to find out
All he could about quantum physics.

So quick to learn,
His teachers did discern,
As they witnessed his mind churn;
He seemed destined and headed
On a collision course with CERN.

But somewhere along the way,
Something went horribly amiss;
The curious student of Nature
Transitions into evil scientist.

While writing a paper on Quantum MECHANICS,
His nefarious neurons had a thought --
(Genius but also quite satanic)
Why didn't he open his own auto body shop?

"If I look and act the part,
Pretending I can tend to cars,
I'll project an image
Of being honest and fair;
Then folks will bring me
Their vehicles for repair.

I can call the ruse MOTOR CORTEX,
It's a clever pun;
Inside I'll create a quantum vortex --
He he, this should be fun!

I'll convert engines into inimical inventions,
Spinning wheels into diminutive dimensions.

That kooky Doc Brown
And his flux capacitor?
Ha! My auto tweak --
Worlds more spectacular.

As the maniacal molecule manipulator,
I'll give new meaning to particle ACCELERATOR --
When unsuspecting drivers step on the gas,
Into the quantum realm they will pass.

Who needs a weapon
That's astronomic
When I can make victims
Go subatomic?"

Ever since the fiendish genius
Went all loco and psychopathic,
There's been a tragic and drastic
Decrease in the streets of traffic.

Speculation runs rampant,
As does the chatter:
Mass alien abduction?
Or something biblical --
The Rapture?
But in that sort of scenario,
Who could the cops capture?

It will be a while
Before Maximillan's brought to trial;
Meanwhile he'll smirk and smile
While teleporting motorists
Into quantum exile.

Perhaps the worst kind of devil
Is the one who can bedevil
On the molecular level.


Imagine if you will
As you read this tale
A dramatic crescendo
Of the musical scale.

Our story commences
Beyond picket fences,
Within a house so grand
In a variety of senses.

Up an ornate stairway,
Past sculptures and statues,
Down a galleried hallway,
We reach a baby blue room.

See that slowly-spinning mobile?
Underneath lies a peaceful child.

Look at him there --
All cuddly and cute;
The world outside --
He hasn't a clue.

What no one could know or ever expect
Is the ginormous goings-on arriving next.

Time crawls on
And it becomes clear
That something's wrong,
Something quite weird.

Too soon he zooms
Past diaper and crib
And booms out of bibs
At a super hyper clip.

Kin and citizens are rocked and shocked,
So you know they begin to talk:

"I'm all for
Nutrition and nurture,
But maybe this baby
Should ease up on Gerber."

Before terrified eyes
He grows to the size
Of that mega movie gorilla;
Or that mutant dinosaur,
("What a freakish eyesore!")
He's Goo-Goo-Ga-GaZilla.

Warning sirens loudly sound,
Police mandate higher ground:

"When that titanic tyke spits up,
You don't wanna be in town --
It'll be one chunky and smelly flood!"

No more Lego toy blocks;
Now he destroys housing blocks.

Like swatting away a pesty fly,
He does away with planes in the sky.

"Look at him waddle --
If he falls on us,
We'll all become fossils!"

The military's dispatched,
Deploying elite troopers;
But it's no match
For this Super Pooper.

If these events seem extreme
And out of the mainstream,
Oh well...a baby can dream.
Can't he?


If you will be so kind
To lend me your time,
I'll lead you on a climb
Of the metaphysical kind;
Just one cautionary rhyme --
Don't stand too close behind
Your presently cherished paradigm.

From various cosmic residences
Arrive messages of ethereal elegance,
Offering majestic evidence
Of Infinite Intelligence.

You are about to meet personalities
Who all vibrate in different realities;
Yet each one figuratively swims in the
Same invisible sea of quantum energy.

Extraterrestrial races,
Unearthly faces,
Outlandish places --
Traces still of THE FIELD...

* * *

"I am Xteerah,
Birthed in The Crystal Caves
Of Angkthera;
I am a warrior,
Reducing all my enemies to nil,
For I've mastered
The secrets of The Field."

* * *

"I am Gyxu,
My planet is bathed
In a purplish hue;
It is a plane
Of constant change,
We make all things new --
It helps us tap into
The power of The Field."

* * *

"I am Kazallazxa,
Governing Commander
Of the world Xa --
A place that's utterly aqua;
Water is our reality,
No land at all but still,
Still we deal
With the effects of The Field."

* * *

"I am Qo,
My home is known as Cebes;
I'm a member of a species
Who glow;
Each luminous pulse
Is a synched result
Of the energy in The Field."

* * *

"I am Lyrryos,
Our star is Sirius;
If you landed on our planet,
You wouldn't see us --
No sign of life around,
For we dwell underground,
Call us subterranean aliens,
Yet no matter how deep we build,
It weakens not The Field."

* * *

"I am Majnus Cymterii,
I'm a luminary
In the constellation of Cygnus;
It is my mission
To teach the worlds
In my system
The rules of The Field."

* * *

"I am Oood,
My habitation is Thace;
Even if you somehow could
Reach every nook of Space,
Still you would
Never ever find this place;
No condescension intended,
Yet we know it taxes human comprehension
To accurately conceptualize parallel dimensions;
This observation notwithstanding,
Just like you,
We are standing
On the terrain of The Field."

* * *

No matter the galaxy,
Among any star family,
One truth would be revealed --
Many worlds but One Field.

Understanding illusions,
Mirages of the mind --
That's the solution
To navigating Space-Time.

There is force behind The Field,
Much more than a shield;
It links every life form --
From advanced celestial beings
To the lowliest earthworm.

Just when you think
You know what's real,
You collide with this thing,
This thing called The Field.

Just when you think
You know all the basics,
You awaken to this thing,
This thing called The Matrix.

All situations seem dire,
The future ominous,
Until one becomes wired
Into the grid of consciousness.

It's only as real
As you think and feel --
That's the deal
Within The Field.

Watch your step,
Awaken or be killed;
You are traversing
The invisible MindField.

The only thing that matters
About all universal matter
Is this all-important matter
Of the Mind behind all matter.


Lend me yOur attentiOn and prestO!
I take yOu tO anOther dimensiOn -- maestrO!
Strike up the band, give us a crescendO
And make it fittingly eerie and weirdO.

O! BefOre we gO,
One thing tO knOw:

In this alternate wOrld,
The Only reality allOwed
Must have an ending
With that circular vOwel...

*

Greetings have new meaning --
"O, O, O!"

Answers are backwards --
"yakO"

COnverse in reverse --
lOcO lingO

Gaze at the bluish blaze --
indigO infernO

Bad weather takes fOrever --
slO-mO tOrnadO

PrOpOrtiOns are distOrted --
jumbO ratiO

Trees grOw in threes --
envirO triO

TOxins aren't OptiOns --
nO tObaccO Or tacO

Exercise is Only visualized --
bizarrO cardiO

HOspitals made Of crystals --
ecO placebO

BOOgie steppin' is a weapOn --
discO judO

ChOirs have pOwers --
altO superherO

Traffic is static --
zerO tempO

Office blOcks interlOck --
legO metrO

A minOtaur is a restaurateur --
beastO bistrO

A liOn is a business titan --
leO the ceO

E.T.s are DJs --
ufO radiO

*

If yOu feel yOurself missing
The wOrld yOu've always knOwn,
NO need fOr stressing --
YOu are nOw exiting
The O ZOne.


Meet Zask and Zisk,
See them venture forth --
They know little
About the destination,
Only that it's an energy station
On a big blue world
Known to locals as Earth.

"Look at that!"
Exclaims Zask,
"We are in luck --
This structure must be a gateway
To the stars in exchange for bucks."

The transparent portal opens
And the two cautiously fly through
Into an aromatic atmosphere,
Wondering what's about to brew.

"Here's an interesting tidbit,"
Offers Zask to Zisk,
"Our ships are called 'flying saucers'
Here on this oversized planet."
To which Zisk sarcastically replies,
"Well that's just ridiculously awesome,
Now would you please just can it?"

"I know the ride's been bumpy
But must you be so grumpy?"
Asks Zask to Zisk
From an elongated throat
Beginning to feel quite lumpy.

Between the text-backs and paperbacks
And the tap-taps and chit-chat,
Zisk and Zask hover undetected
Over these life forms so distracted.

"Home Base! Home Base!
Calling Home Base --
Why have you sent us
To this odd and noisy place?"

Tho' transmitted far from nigh,
Quickly comes back the reply:

"Navigator Zisk and Navigator Zask,
Yours is a mission of deduction
With a reconnaissance function --
So focus on the task
And await further instructions."

Zisk points out a place to land
On a wide strip of land,
Making sure Zask understands
To watch for the jittery giant hands.

"Tsk! Tsk! I know this, Zisk!
I'm not exactly new at this."

So without ado,
Boom or pop,
The scaled-down craft
Lands on the countertop.

There the saucer rests
Without drawing attention --
An inconspicuous arrival
From an alien dimension.

Meanwhile within the cockpit,
Zask and Zisk sit and wait
As they observe the human chatter
And clatter of cups and plates.

Suddenly and abruptly,
A bogey descends with a crash
On top of Zisk and Zask --
"We are under attack!"
Yells Zisk to Zask;
"Don't you think I know that?"
To Zisk yells back Zask,
"What in this world is that?"

Then into the chaos,
From a place deep in Space,
An urgent message reverberates
From the bowels of Home Base:

"RED ALERT! RED ALERT!
We tell you the truth --
A hot handled hostile
Has come down on your roof,
So ascend and abort!"

The trendy human specimens
Stare in utter disbelief
As the latte levitates
With the rising saucer underneath.

Up goes the mug
On one unsteady ride,
Splashing its frothy contents
Over its ceramic sides.

After the saucer zips away
Into the light of day,
Zask and Zisk let out sighs
And in unison the duo say:
"So that's why they call this
The Milky Way!"

Back home in the domain
Of their otherworldly plane,
Zisk and Zask feel disdain
As they strain to explain
Why and how their saucer
Now has a giant coffee stain.


I wonder what you think
Of the human race
From your celestial pedestal
Above time and space?

In our lil' world that revolves,
How long have you been involved?

When you peer out through fiery eyes,
What do you see?
What are the sights?

What is the force
Powering your flight?
From whence rises the sword
By which you fight?

How does it feel
To wield such might?
And what is it like
To dwell in Almighty light?

Oh the lofty missions must you undertake
Beyond the mundane monotony of my day!

To imagine the action of powers unseen
Whilst I'm lost in scenes of dreams!

What are the rules by which you play?
How are you moved by what I pray?

Do any earthly factors
Influence you to act?
Do human errors
Hold you back?

Are your armies ever overwhelmed or rattled
Within the unseen realm in which you battle?

Tho' I think I wish to see you,
Would actually I run away
If my senses could perceive you
Assembled in awesome array?

I guess it's for the best
Some questions remain unanswered --
For there's only so much
The human brain can handle.


I am happy and honored to embrace it.
Never again will I refuse to face it.

This world is not my home,
I am linked to the stars.
Tho' my feet on Earth do roam,
My power flows from afar -
Beyond the Moon or even Mars.

These planetary limits
I will transcend.
The fabric of my reality
I will bend.
Off the darkness
will I fend.
I am created for victory,
I am destined to win.

I have awakened,
I am conscious,
Fully in tune
With the voice of my conscience.

My eyes are open, so are my hands -
Ready to manifest who I really am.

While on the terrestrial plane I do stand,
I am more than human, more than man.

The Revealing is imminent,
The possibilities are infinite.

I am vibrational, I am electric -
Magnetic, kinetic and energetic.

As for genetics,
Super is my DNA.
I could break loose
Any time, any day.

I must -- I will rise to my potential.
Then my progress shall be exponential.

I must navigate
The ocean of human emotion,
So I can create
From incoming celestial notions.

Many are those who do believe
They know full well my identity.
This group did include me
Before and until my spiritual awakening.

From this point,
Nothing will be the same.
Now I see the Truth,
Now I feel the Flame.

I will no more suffer needlessly,
I can master anything easily,
Provided I climb to a higher frequency.

My cells are aglow, my aura is bright,
Shielded within a field of cosmic light.

I take my position, I take my place
Among the advanced members of Space.

The outer reality
Reflects the inner me.
It's all sensory;
All is energy.

Every stress is but a mental test -
A challenge for me to better manifest.

Each surprise a valuable exercise -
Training me to masterfully materialize.

Amidst the human jungle of opinions,
I will assert my spiritual dominion.

I will ascend, I will reign;
For stardust flows through my veins.

Up to this hour,
I have been a shell
Of my real power,
Of my true self.

In a world seeming to get worse,
I shall remember this first -
I am a seed of the Universe.

© Matt Decker