Rapunzel – Space Version

Rapunzel – Space Version

Laijon Liu 20240420

Rapunzel

crashlanded and survived a space travel disaster

thru a narrow escape, off the mothership

her ivory spacecraft stood like a leaning tower

on a strange planet of sand and red dust storm

the perfect baby girl of the Sun and Earth

selected for gene modification and green mission

Mother Gothel cradled her, taught her alphabet

showed her photosynthesis hacks and how gravity bends

she would be given the master key to access the galaxies

she would be made Dame Rapunzel as picked in the womb

but succumbed to her fatal human flaws, doomed to fail

her purpose of becoming of intellect over emotions

a girl flew in her dream and woke up, a woman perplexed

she stared at the starry nightsky, sobbed and screamed

Mother Gothel

poetry, music, dramas, their primal senses of being

that pulls down humanity as the universe calls them up

they gravitate to their mystic L-word, poor love losers

like how a smell triggers their brain sensory receptors

greedy happiness they struggle so much for too little gain

tricks, betrayals, anxiety, brawls, wastes, death and griefs

their whole planetary pandemonium, a chaotic zoo

that vision tormented her, so she became a science witch

she walked into her glowing quantum collider

and her mothership self-constructed thru her voice prompts

she loved to see how watery red planets growing vegetation

and how a gigantic mass of asteroids swirled into a moon

she screen-searched for the reachable habitable planets

and adopted a new born to be her daughter of the universe

The Prince

his name was M3269, M for male

In vitro insemination incubator #3269

his bio age marked Prime, task: exterior maintenance

assigned his life to one compartment and specific surface

on-shift, he checked his hover vehicle with his protege

scanned for the damages, loaded up the panels

tested radio caller and put on his spacesuit

then drove out, into the vacuum behind the airlock

second shift he refurbished the broken panels

trained M3269b(b for backup man) in the furnace station

next he adjourned to the workout chamber

tied his limbs onto the bands system, drank his protein, slept

a voice spoke thru the tunnels and in each room

that voice guided his toddle to his first step into the dark void

The Mothership

that nurturing body vesseled the seeds of miracle

cradled the mankind intelligence out to the vast unknown

her maiden voyage initiated in a silent song

sang in the heart and mind of a dreamer

look, that young beautiful body bathing in the golden light

proudly stood in a cascading spring of the starlight

that shape of speed, like a falcon into the abyss

glided on the curve of time, an albatross’ odyssey

electromagnetic shield protected her membrane cells

solar quantum engines, electric furnaces, chip & bio labs instore

hovers, robots and drones assembled in her factory shops

spacecrafts, capsules, ready for planet mineral extraction

through the belts of floating boulders, dusts and particles

she wondered, like a fawn searching in the fog

Time Travel

the universe glittering thru our telescopes

future outlook, a preset happenstance of the past

fossil samples dissected under the microscopes

a civilization’s finds predated the civilization itself

the present moment slightly past in our eye

and thoughts seems always wired to our memory blocks

going to the future, leap into that blank?

or to make sense of who and what we are and made of?

fate held in a baby’s hand, repeatedly dropped

the fabrics of existence thru the infinite bangs

how we wished we could break light-speed, rewind time

to go back and fix each broken thing

go through that time tunnel for many times

and wake up, still remembered what we need to mend

The Liftoff

at first, it was all glowing white, then the colors

the shapes of objects became discernible

we got used to feel the weight of our heads

got our feet on the ground, wobbled forward

then we held the spears chased small lizards

ran away from the big hungry lizards

one night we looked up, stared, and said “ah”

to that first time countdown: 3, 2, 1, here we go

we fought off the gravity of the ground

left all behind, only packed our needs

the ancient myth turned into a page of history

that planet must be organosulfur marked as our home

oh Mothership Earth, the Ark of Life

Embark! Depart!

Space Travel

the residents of nowhere, or in theory, everywhere

to where you be able to reach and kindly accepted

what’s so bad about your home planet

that you exile toward to a distant foreign star?

Energy compound latched onto another cell

a seed lodged and burst in the futile soil to fertilize

in the vast darkness you scan for bright sparkles

off the ground, yet clasped by the immense gravity of unknown

got stuck, trapped in an ever rotating gigantic vessel

mind reworks on all formulas for an opening of wormhole

the existing possibilities of the physical universe

falls thru your vision and wanders on your mind

becomes that singular focus til it all fades away

not even light can escape it, neither the darkness

The Force Dimension

things come and part, clock tick-tock & stop

the space compresses stretches, we meet & away

existence materialized thru that deafening sound

energy confined in each different solid&fluid state

flickering quarks vibrate in the night-sky filament

symphony of movements holds that ever-growing globe

what makes us and drives us now

to what direction we go, strive and why

that constant anxiety, urge, despair and guilt

weights down like slow movement of aging

drifting downstream, we paddle against the current

still whirl down into the void, arrive at that inescapable destination

why we are given to this fleeting moment

and each set to infinite unique frequency

Propulsion

all the efforts, all our lifespan

all the information of matters and events

recorded & collected on a flat surface

for the mind to reconstruct to a perfect formula

the constellations are one only map

in the past-future, that landscape we traverse

our theory & aim fights thru self-centered savagery

forms to a singular purpose, to go forward

the signals of our consciousness kept us alive

sending from the past, receiving in the future

we keep on evolving, progress

shed our worm skeletons and transform

leave that old spaceship in the wreckage of time

to finally become one with the driving Force

Fawn’s Lullaby

 

Fawn’s Lullaby

Laijon Liu 20240413

how’s my child? how’s my fawn?

come drink the spring to quench your thirst

how’s my child? how’s my fawn?

the twigs are chewy, the berries are sweet

the sun smiles with its gentle rays

the wind dresses you with a sprinkle of blooms

the meadow is green, the woods is your home

the wide world you run & roam, never fear the traps

how’s my child? how’s my fawn?

go find that cave faraway we can hide

how’s my child? how’s my fawn?

there we rest on the soft bed of grass

we sing our mother’s lullaby:

hugs and kisses make all hurts go away.

Note:

Grimm tale Little Brother and Little Sister is a pretty moving piece. To me it’s more poetic than other famous tales adopted by Disney and other writers and poets. Because most tales are the creation of real live and real living experiences that passed down thru retelling of folk gossip or record of real events and later turned to different narrative and ending according to the tellers own experience and understanding and ideal they want to or exhibit their artistic imagination. If people never really grow up thru a terrifying abusive environment since childhood, they cannot relate to some stories like this, so they can’t write their mind and feeling no matter how talented they are. For people who understand this tale, this tale is for you, I speak to you now, your tear trickles in your heart like the spring that fawn drinks. You are not alone, don’t fight it, you need to cast out that demon and be healed!!!

Riffraff

 

Riffraff

Laijon Liu 20240406

fighting over the chicken feed all going nuts

droves of no-goods such perfect match

flamboyant they deck out, a bossy swagger

or sincere or victimized they put on their best act

cocksure animals trump up their morning mood

cackling clucking and henpeck all nights

well, you must put up with them for their treats

the tricks they keep you guessing bad eggs or duds

sitting on pins and needles you sigh and hope

for the good deal they promise you over the hills

the old saying says if it waddles and quacks...

but you say maybe this time it’s not a duck

they know your soft spot, your buttons and trigger

and you be glad your anger makes you feel alive.

The Red Flag Princess

The Red Flag Princess

Laijon Liu 20240330

you are the bad coming, you thirteenth child

you green eye redhead frightens your old man

you come on a bad start, all the way to a sad end

your whole existence is a bloody mistake

you the weak gender in the pride

makes your household scatter into the wild

the things you touch all breaks

and prayers you say works like curses

so you give up on your miracle and magics

and let your silence be judged

the world has wronged you, you endure

the one fell head over heel for you wants you burnt

maybe that flock of crows constantly over you will transform

they may swoop down and carry you back to where you belong.

The Hand with the Knife

 

The Hand with the Knife

Laijon Liu 20240323

your hands made to tickle and cuddle

thru time will heal the old opening wound

your hands tuck her under a warm blanket

give her sweet dreams and a safe harbor

your hands stretch out, embrace tight

your hands push her out to the barren field

her bony arms, tiny hands, pitied by an elf

her image of your past exact you resent

the heath you dwell on offers nothing but decays

and you wish it burns til it no longer exists

the feud she suffers and she must endure

it cuts thru anything with miraculous power

what rends your heart, severed her blessed arm

her fragile figure wanders off, lost in the wasteland.

You Poor Little Thing – The Stolen Pennies

 

You Poor Little Thing – The Stolen Pennies

Laijon Liu 200240316

Two pennies for the poor you pinch tightly

yummy flavor of biscuit savors on your tongue

that secret guilt you bury in the ground

makes you toss and turn on your death bed

you’ve been a good boy, mommy’s angel

you’ve done all your chores all your life

but for that little pleasure you are judged

your sin you do not forgive in your grave

fallen thru the crack of heaven, falling

and stuck in a hole, peeping thru the eye of needle

your mind fixated on two rusty coins

you kneel down and rummage, to salvage

poor, guilt, pleasures, and secrets

clock chimes on our mind, thru lost we are found.

The Nightingale and the Blind Worm

 

The Nightingale and the Blind Worm

Laijon Liu 20240310

I sing of love that makes a blind see

Oh, sweet melody soothes your pain

sing of the night of dreams of splendor

thru the winter and embraces the spring

love is trust makes your world complete

and the vision of your faith you kindly give

the notes dangling in the wind and rain

harmony longs for your lover and love nest

higher and higher in the heart-shaped leaves

rise and fall between the branches and scales

love is blind, love is kind, love you must find

you would give the world or hell-bent on revenge

enchanting voice, melting, piercing and renders

rondo in the Summer’s day; solo of the Bright star.

Note:

The nightingale and the blind worm are a couple. The blind worm obviously loves and adores the night singer whole-heartily for her songs and her singing talent. I wonder her song must be so beautiful to make listener to die for to give everything. It’s a love, betrayal and revenge seeking short tale.

The Fair County Tale - The Wolf and the Seven Kids

The Fair County Tale

Laijon Liu 20240225

Fair County rests in the heart of soul desire

landlocked by the rivers, mountains and woods

the dewy meadow puts on her timely fashion

bearing the colors of gorgeous, fruits and serene

seasons bring her blossoms and snow

in between her periods of sprouting and gold

a country road leads to the Fair County

an unpeopled pathway to the barter trade

that road leads to the unworldly town

to the land of pastoral, the tumbling meadow

to the dense forest and gurgling brooks

meanders up to the rumbling hills, into the night

cool breeze blankets the meadow and hills

Full moon rises above the overhang cliff

Mrs. Meh’s hut sits by the tumbling meadow

her seven kids graze and romp in the green

lavish tall grass, rich fragrant soil

that gives plenty in sunny and rain

Mrs. Meh rounds up her kids and says:

“the meadow is close to the town

where Sheriff Shepherd serves

don’t go near to the dark woods

the hills and rivers you should fear

heed my words and just stay put.”

Mrs. Meh is bleating busy, making cream,

trimming fleece, sewing cashmere

at dusk, she rests in her rocky chair

reads the puzzle newspaper of the Fair County

Fair County Puzzle Newspaper headline says:

[A New Comer Is Coming To Our Town!]

he is a gentleman sort of fancy suits

a frontier entrepreneur wearing many hats

he knows the deep roots of our tradition

and invents future hi-tech of artful intellect

he is a solo maverick, a head of winning pack

he’ll give us a vision, put our town on the map

he has opened a pawn shop of the folks disappeared

and just bought Moo Dairy, Oink & Egg Farm

he hostile took over Fox Tax Service, Mr. Coyote at Law

he says his humane processing factory only use import meats

he is whistling of love fortune

his enterprise name: World One Landscaping Firm

- He promises he will bring beautiful things for each and everyone of you -

Sheriff Shepherd

Our true best friend serves all his days

still chasing his heydays and bygone days

the one everyone loves and trusts

even for the some of us untrustworthy

his name means the badge of honor

his faith is loyalty and integrity

he becomes a deputy when he hits puberty

guarding the Fair County for her safety

he never backs off, nor backs down

stands tall in deed in the time of need

battle hardened and young at heart

ready to charge on his last breath to fulfill his duty

his pet peeves: don’t mess with his meal

don’t toss a ball and tell him to go fetch.

The Wallow Song

detached from the world and reality

rest in the mire of content and comfort

not to care or worry about any big news

never feel the need of making changes

life as it is, and it can’t make any better

just head down, manage the day-to-day’s

if worse comes to the worst, look around

there many of us rolling on the ground

dreams never happen in our slumber

minds on a blank erases the scenery in our eye

oh, senses only driven by a good appetite

so nothing really tastes or smells that bad

don’t wish upon a pig to take wing

and let all things ride it out in a rut.

The Calling

When you see the moon rising over a cliff

Do you think of me? That I should be there.

When the wind blowing your hair and meadow grass,

Do you feel my presence and my warmth?

We have been thru the woods many times,

I was always there in the shadow, accompanying you.

Into the cold spring you dipped your bare feet, shivering walked in naked,

I was there watching and taking in your scent.

You have stuck in a lonely cabin for too long,

and forgotten you are waiting for a prince.

Lie down now, feel the earth that gives you birth,

feel the heavy breath, and torrid kisses.

Be brave my love, I am coming.

You with me together forever.

The Coming

dust swept up by the wind swirling

hard put life under the scorching sun

seasons of scavaging and shearing

time winds and weaves on the wheel

mills, bakeries, saloon and church

soon sold to the banks and pharmacies

the new comer on the hilltop leading his pack

looking over the meadow and Fair County

his white gloves and cowboy hat

his getup for rumble and tumble

change comes on a coin toss

on the spin of a Colt, on a fast draw

Fair County, a tale of coming

in the flocking meadow by the misty wood.

Note:

this piece is inspired by The Wolf and the Seven Kids.

Mrs. Meh, The Wolf, Sheriff Shepherd and pigs are four forms of human life thru my observation of our society. Mrs. has unique skill of workmanship and relies on the society for protection of her family and business. pigs attitude toward life more of the feeling of pinned down majority lower class of Chinese, unable to change so only to get by, the negative lookout toward their situation in the only they try to survive. Sheriff Shepherd is a stickler, hold on his faith tight, ready to throw himself to protect the public and right or wrong like some artists and writers refuse to act and speak as crowd pleasers, just won’t shut up and make the money to just get with the program. I have all my admiration and love for Sheriff Shepherd, the dog character. And the wolf, new and exciting, he promises you the moon. We the people just get tossed around like a maid marries to Sheriff Shepherd but hold endless fancy when we hear that long drawn soulful howl. There are two magical vocals that kill the best opera, wolf howling and whales sing.

To Learn about the Fear

 

To Learn about the Fear

Laijon Liu 20240219

Being slow to make sense of the world

and eyes are fixed on the will-o-the-wisps

priests in ghostly white robes just playin silly

and travel in a dead man’s wagon, cuddle the corpses for warmth

thru the dark corridors, down off the echoing stairs

you are picked for the hero role on a mayhem stage

skulls rolling like dices, tuning rounds of Russian roulette

legs in boots dancing in the fireplace and peeping eyes in the walls

how about a card game, buddy?

deal the henchman’s dogs and cats’ paws

the nights in the castle, a theme park of horror

and you can’t flinch and you got to stare

that’s how you win the kingship prize

get to hold the princess’ hand and shiver.

 

- The princess' love makes every common man shiver, Her love makes you shiver - 

Note:

there's a great film, The Princess Bride. not related this poem. but the guy has to go thru hell to win her hand.

Princess calls the kid farm boy, and the farm boy replies As you wish.

Confession to the Virgin Mary

 

Confession to the Virgin Mary

Laijon Liu 20240218

My lies cast me down from heaven

and the truth I deny, I refuse to confess

that turned me, a little angel into a wildling

all sweets tastes like bitter berries and raw nuts

and well-dressed am I? Then why I feel I’m naked?

The loving lips I’ve kissed and now I seal mine tight

The hands of mercy took me in twice, sheltered me

but I remained reticent and let the each day get by

the garden in blossom, in snow, my children are grown

I’ve played my role well, not to be much of an ogress

the Virgin Mary still visits me from time to time

I keep my mouth shut, not to utter a word of prayer

let my silence burns, and my shame burns

and I desperately hanging on to my good image

but in my mind I have confessed and confessed

now only to leave my gray hair and ash on the pyre.

- I did open that thirteenth door -

The New Atlantis

 The New Atlantis

Laijon Liu 20240217

The wonderful continent of dream

rests deep in our hearts and ocean

her ancient colossus on the coast

calling all children to her lamppost

children wore fur, rode the mammoths

passed thru an ice bridge into her arms

children piloted warships, off their boats

they were fresh, loud and misbehaved

some were chained there, to the auction blocks

a few entry allowed, to handle the explosives

the last were all sorts of restless and poor

exodused thru the jungle, crawled in thru the fence

Oh My Dear Atlantis, My Fair Lady,

Please pick & choose, say who can stay & play.

Note:

Immigration problem really developed in America and the rest of world in recent 300 years, when a country have enough money and soldiers to patrol its border, the soldiers used to fire warning shots at none uniformed people who sneaking in the border just for the better living. and only the countries government of today can draw exactly the line of the border, but people near the border have freely accessed both part or correctly say that one part of the land since they discovered math system. and the people near the border are mixed race of both nations and languages, they are relatives, cousins.... and border wars happened only in recent century. American situation is a case study because the Europeans the Caucasian races when they migrated into America and faced the real Native Americans (who looked like Northern Chinese Ethnics, Manchurian, people have similar rain dance ritual as shaman nature belief), they voluntarily fall in line and become White people as one race to other races. that creates the false sense of unity of the people by race and the mis-identity of ownership of America. So it used to be White 'race' based government decide who can come legally, in 18th, 19th, 20th century, mainly the old immigrants, the Europeans of all nations, 95% were given legal entry stamps and legal permit of residence and work immediately in effect after they hit the shore and admitted. All they needed were their ids, boat tickets and a piece of letter of their relative or small businessman or church layman. So that's what the origin term of Fresh Off The Boat means. for a few African races, mainly judged by the color of their skin, were the young male and female caught in Africa as the TV series The Root depicts perfectly. The Chinaman, Chinese, of mainly Guangdong province, lured and lied by American foreign corps in China, told a news of Gold Rush fortune, so young Chinese men got on the American business boats off loaded in San Fransisco, and sent to build the railroad. that's called Chinaman Chance, it never means even a Chinaman can join the gold rush, it's equivalent to sold down to the river(black slave fate) and take someone for a ride(gangster saying), there's one phrase even today's American never heard, it's called "Only the Chink Handles Explosive", the PBS did a show 20 years ago, documented how the railroad was built in 19th century. The show whitewashed the phrase, commenting only pigtail Chinese man in a petite figure carrying a plate of liquid explosives jars into the tunnel to set explosive, no Irish, no Sccots, no other race are permitted to do that task. Why I post this content?

The recent trend of immigration crisis, or border crisis, or so called invasion, and Yahoo, mainstream media, some famous American white based podcast hosts really sell it as a crisis that the rest of the world of people mainly non White trying to sneak in and fuck American up. They hand pick camera focus on a few criminals and post unattractive Chinese prostitute face to paint the faces of most law abiding migrants who are here for the better living as the Europeans of the past, but they are all blocked by the visa office, then the fence, the border patrol, labelled as sneak in thru the window not invited thru the door, well, the door is just made to shut for them, they are considered lower race compare to Europeans by the American government set and built by the descendants of European Settlers. The whole US Immigration Policy is to allow European in and the other races out for 200 years. Chinese couples with marriage certificates of New York City still have to undergo grilling session of the immigration judge to see if they marry for immigration. then it's fake marriage. when the players are not White, the era is changed, are now Chinese and other races, suddenly the game rules are changed. I believe marriage is for many reasons. I mean who really marry for love today or ever in the past, not even in the fairytales, do catholic church match European princes and princesses by their feeling toward each othe? Since human couples learn the marriage ritual, well they may just do it for rosy pussy, barbie face, huge fucking cocks, for muscle, for crown, for a house and servants, for a coach or wheels, for a castle, for a free piano and lessons, for professor's salary, for award winning prestige and talents, for a bag of rice, for two kids and a goat, for a city residency permit, for a green card of the New World....men want things of woman; so the woman asks her man to get her things she wants, if there is extra feeling grows later, that's just a extra bonus points. True love never ends well, Romeo Juliet and Titanic. I mean I fuck and marry the aliens and I don't care if they were grey or green or without a female sex organ if they can get me on their spaceship and propel me on a light speed to see another galaxy, and what's the business of the US immigration office care if the US government produced authentic marriage license that need to get another examination? How Racist Is That?! 

Like the famous American Podcast Man Joe says, even the black are angry that the migrants are given the resource of housing, food, money... but not to them? :) I am sure some of American think if they are born and bred in a brothel, then they become that brothel owners. So they have rights to discriminate and select and deselect other according to their appetite to tell who allowed to be in or out. they ridicule and say well we America always receive and get the cream of best sorts(real meaning a piece of work) when they read the news of a few stupid migrant kids doing crime. Those bad kids watched too much <<The Godfather>> and <<Gangs of New York>> movies :), and the poor ugly Chinese women from the rural watched The Immigrant film and learned a few catwalk style to make a few dime by serving the people that classy American think of them as yak! untouchable! The worst are the non White group that have watched film <<Far And Away>>, Irish Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman just bought boat tickets to America and in the end getting a piece of free land, and the real Native American standing around there seeing Tom Cruise and bunch of White men marking the land with their flags, they were dumbfounded and gobsmacked, I don't know which word is more exact.

last year I wrote a letter to New Yorker Editor email asked to do a lengthy piece of American Immigration article, to really digging into history the mainstream trying to forget and cover up thru the years, because when we really learning the history, the real facts with charts by races by percentages, we can see the matter clearly and be able to come out a best solution to solve the crisis we together have created.

This poem is an update to famous American sonnet: The New Colossus, composed in 1883, for Staten Island Statue of Liberty to welcome the European migrants on the Arrive then Accept policy, in the back drop the Congress passed the Chinese Exclusion Act in 1882 with votes 201 to 37 and 51 abstentions. Chinks were just toad-face to them, and they were not really many that time; and not only one time I read some American post on Yahoo calling the undocumented migrant children as droppings as to pigeon shits to call canceling the birthright citizenship that Trump is selling this unconstitutional ticket to his base now. a few years ago they said Muslims are all terrorists, chanted Jews will not replace us(means "White' race), and All Live Matters(to counter Black Live Matter, this phrase even more wicked because all other races are tricked and dragged in the group to go against the black people, the tactic is called Unit And Conquer, a reverse strategy of divide and conquer, similar to the famous podcast host phrase "even the black are angry now...." :-) if they put half of their time and effort to seriously work on their English composition they can win Nobel or Pulitzer someday) but now they forget because they are too busy to parry off the Latino gangsters and ccp backed Chinese migrants infiltration attacks :) 

I just want to state all the records and watch the racist's expression, like American saying the pot calling the kettle black. the door has two functions: open and shut selectively. by stating this piece history so Americans never forget their roots, otherwise they are so entitled that their kids gonna grow up feel like kicking a chink or lynch a negro some day that's just how things were done in the great old America. Writers, Poets, Reporters should have elephant memory. the content like this will be rejected by all mainstream media because they want to powder American faces, we are all barbies, we are all kinds and color of beautiful people. But there are ugly old chinatown man faces that even their own race young women avoid to swipe left on Tinder, and those minority faces exist and always appear in the corner of the camera shot at each Kodak moment to just ruin the perfect American Image that staged and projected by some racist people with their best efforts, -oh, it flops :-)

Mr. Whiskers Says It's All Gone

 Mr. Whiskers Says It's All Gone

Laijon Liu 20240211

 

Mr. Whiskers is handsome and swell

he's cute and charming, mysterious and lofty

he sits by the window, looks out all day

the cathedral nearby with marvelous stained glass

"oh- that full jar of lard!" he said to himself

"so smooth, thick, milky and yummy!"

a few licks of that magic yogurt

he was wearing a top hat on the rooftop dancing boogie

when the jar got half full

the lard wobbled like nebula in space

and then it was empty, All Gone!

he meowed, purred, suited up his tuxedo and bow-tie

Now, the red maple leaves falling like rain

and Mr. Whiskers will show ya how it was all gone.

Frog Prince

The Frog Prince

Laijon Liu 20240210

 

In a cold damp castle he dwells

to serve his exile of solitude and silence

his lump body sits by that big indoor pool

he meditates on almost every turn of his past

the dark water reflects like a black oval mirror

showing his misfortune and hopeless present

his sorry look disgusts & disturbs even himself

his strange bulging eyes staring at each still moment

he hops forward slowly, leaves a trail of wet stains

those bad experiences follows him like a tail

a few times of the day, he can't hold still

so he dives into his image and wishes to never surface.

Listen! A sweet girl's singing echoing above

suddenly a golden sphere falls into his confined space.

Queen

 Queen

Laijon Liu 20240121

 

before you made your mother's womb chaotic and uninhabitable

you bored your head into her impenetrable wall and survived

and before that, your father 

your so-called father drilled into her

like oil rig workers digging deep into the earth

before men could run their carts on battery or fossil fuel

they roped in the horses and cows to pull their carts

they loaded up their loots, their children and young women

and the men called themselves bosses and chieftains

trained their hounds, rounded up their slaves and stocks of trade

they sharpened their spears and daggers made out of antlers

they were ready anytime for their mating death match

their well dressed Queen sat in their center tent, like a giant pearl egg

shining in her holy glowing aura, that's the crown jewel. 

Aliens

Aliens

Laijon Liu 20240124

Their large dark emerald multifaceted compound eyes 

scanning the surface of earth and sky above

register each movement of existence around their monstrous heads

all visual signals transmitted to their visual cortex

turns into infinite bursting waves of electrons

triggers the motor nerve function of their spines

their pair of forearms naturally unfold and stretch out

those chainsaw claws mounted with shark teeth

their tyrannical jaws silently open at a bat of eye

their mind calculate the ranges and 4 dimensional positions

pick the sizes of preys that fit to their bellies

they crawl, climb, leap, bounce, float, and take wings

progress, expand, swarm, consume the natives and their own

becoming hybrids and a superior species

dominating the rich soil, water and the heaven

the acid drools out of their jaws, aroma of burning fossil fuel

they are the breed that break out of extraterrestrial lab.