Aliens won't visit us

Alien won't visit us because we
treat others who are different harsh;
we don't understand each others ways.
We would rather wallow in a small bubble
of thinking instead of opening up the mind and
entertaining a brief thought for the evening. We like
to judge and critique, bash and laugh at the cost
of others unique and weird takes on life...we don't
find time because we simply don't have time to
pick the brain of strangers, yet we have time to
browse profiles and leave elaborate,
sometimes ignorant responses because we
have tricked our responses. A computer screen,
a phone screen has no emotion, no cue or signal
to tell you, "you're pushing to far" thus it makes
me wonder does man know right from wrong?
Jokes are jokes and some jokes are harsh, no need
to get butt hurt but words have meanings and glass
screens act as mirrors that's why Aliens fear us....

To understand an Alien
would be like speaking
to men who lived in the
times of Jesus, so I guess
current and past would
both be alien. Our
technology would baffle
them, probably have us beat
to death for doing magic...
now take that same logic, and the
same response today would arise if
advanced beings were to come down...
its like we never advanced....

Written 4/13/15

Random Prose

I met a girl at a bar one time and I gave
her a rose. I took a few dollars out
 my pocket and handed it over to
the guy in exchange for a bright beautiful
red rose...from out his hands into mines,
from out my hands into hers, up to her
nose she sniffed the flower and then she
began to eat it. She was drunk, I was drunk
in a romantic state of mind but had a moment
of clarity...maybe she wanted her poop to smell
like potpourri? So technically it would be
poopourri....

Written on 2/17/15

Amerie-Why don't we fall in love (Richcraft Remix)

Medusa

I needed to look at
you so I could turn
to stone, I needed
 to be harden by
you instead of jaded
by the world, your eyes
cold, but your intentions warm,
when you stare at men you
turn them into stone; but not
in the literal sense...you make
them hard so the world doesn't
crack them, there's bigger
monsters in the sea so if need be,
they can spring into action, people
back stab and use your weakness
against you, but you my dear lady,
you turned me to stone.. you made me
rock, you applied pressure, which sprung
out a diamond, you looked me in the eyes
 and opened up enlightenment, ironic for a
woman who turned me to stone, would be the
same woman who made me shine bright when
alone, but you knew I'd be lonely, so you turned me
to stone, pausing happy moments on my path so in life
 I carry on, you engraved beauty inside my stone heart
to show love...Medusa you masochist...you turned me to stone.

written 5/22/15

Sade - Smooth Operator