Reach
In the moonless-cloudless stary night
Looking up into the sky
Contemplating there must be
Other kinds of lives somewhere
Among sextillions of planets
Mesmerizing high up there
An unthinkable form of life
Evolved on a remote orb
Happens to look toward my direction
Our gazes might meet
Somewhere in the cosmos
Wondering if we ever will have a chance
To look into each other in close encounter
Yet, maybe it is better not to meet
Aliens on our doorsteps
If their fleets hover over Earth
Apocalypse could occur
Pondering they have to traverse
Distance of light years to reach us
What magical power they hold
To survive such a long voyage
Realizing our spacecraft can’t even
Break free from our solar gravity
If their ships pierce through Earth exosphere
It’s a proof their intelligence far exceeding ours
Their planet might have formed earlier
Their evolution started way before ours
Say million years ahead
How could we ever catch up
We might be relegated to a lower life form
In the arrived aliens’ eyes
And at their mercy
Like we deal with ants and worms
Better they don’t reach us
My Kind of Aliens
Before a close encounter with
Space visitors takes place
And their mystery unveiled
I have the liberty to fancy my kind of aliens
With great revere and wild imagination
They must be unthinkably different
From any creature on Earth including
Those in unreachable deep seas
And remote mountains yet to be explored
Their intelligence is way ahead of ours
Our brainpower lags behind as far as
The distance between Earth and their planet
They roam in the cosmos
Like we travel around our globe
They navigate in space of
More than five dimensions
They know the border of the universe
And have solved the enigma of big bang
We can’t survive long trips in the galaxy
As food water and air needed for life
Too much to carry while our lives too short
For space voyages last for many decades
Yet my kind of aliens travel light
They have no problem to traverse
Distance measured by light year
Their guts and lungs turned vestiges
After long evolution
They transform energy from cosmic rays
To sustain their lives and to fly their saucers
No food nor excrement to worry about
They don’t have frames like our bodies
That get ill and soon aged
Their lifespan is near immortal
Like Jurupa oaks live up to thousand years
Required for long travel between galaxies
They don’t depend on limbs
They fetch objects using innate drawing power
They walk like winds, shift like shadows
They see more colors than
Those derived from a rainbow
Hear various sounds exceeding
Our audible wavelengths
Yet they don’t need eyes or ears
They directly integrate those
Vibration energies into their vibes
Surely their thinking modes are different
They communicate with means like telepath
They read minds and foresee future
They have mutable forms and
Turn invisible as they wish
This is my kind of aliens and
I am not talking about deity or ghost
Close Encounter
The moment she let go
She regretted
It must be her doomed fate
She thrashed her limbs
Struggling in vain
The noose was tensing up
The air thinning out
Her senses fleeing
Face turning purple
Body losing tones
She was sinking into oblivion
An unseen hand from her destiny
Reached in time
The hook on the wall
Where the rope suspended
Suddenly broke
Before the fateful moment
She dropped to the ground
Her chest started to heave
Senses were coming back
She opened her eyes
Unsure where she was
Heaven, hell or Earth?
Then she realized how close was
Her encounter with death
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