I feel like I belong to an alien nation Daily patient in this failing matrix I wail in space & fail to wake up The next day I'm left dazed Can't properly function Walk with an awkward slump On my way to university Universally acknowledged As a cursive scholar Verbally doctoral I'm versed but I'm hurting for solace Dispersing the words that I polished Like a surface of onyx My larnyx is extraterrestrial Blessed as a decimal Golden like phi Roaming the skies I'll atone when I die For the moment I'm known to be higher Than the zones that I dive in Grown in a liar's den But I sire hymns on papyrus ends Take trips on spaceships Shapeshift like traced glyphs on paper My maiden is ageless So I gave her engravings That matched her past & future projections Sewed up her sutures & blessed them Left men gruesome that viewed her as wretched Imbued with my hexes, doomed & bested Till they pursued their betterment I've tutored buddhas in exodus With truly suitable lessons & in turn, I burned & grew from regret A beautiful blessing From ghouls with a d**hwish Worded in sutras celestial Turned my duda to excellence A braided drum's message was destined To transmute My Plague Monk's pestilent testaments Into entrancing blueprints For a mantric view shift Cancerous fools trip But they listen attentively Blissful for centuries In the distance of endless expansion They watch the cosmic Goddess & enter her mansion She befriends them & answers Every sin & banter With a grin & a dance In the glimmer of lanterns Awe-struck, they walk up & pause for a second They glimpse in her dances That She is not of their essence Not of this density Not a terrestrial entity We all are spawns of alien nations Conned by the brailings of fakers Into believing we're failed angels But really we're sailing in spaceships Believe me, our tale is ageless I'd regale you with traces & signs But if you're basically blinded You won't face your confinement & Limitations, vivid hatred entwines you You're livid patrons & zombies You mimic tasteless monsters Do you even have a clue How many races this Cosmos Is breeding in a dew drop Of Vishnu's optics? Krishna is truly watching But not like your Bible's Big Brother, you're sick brother Sister don't let them trick you Discover your Bliss, like Lovers' mists The Other Side is utter richness Don't be another statistic A patriarchally sullen imprint I am but a muttering misfit Call me gutter if you wish it Plagued like my mother with visions Yet one day I will hover & glisten Until then, I'll k** men's demons & spill gems in readings Instilled in endless gleanings Del Libro de la Vida (Of the Book of Life) Miro lo que tu digas (I see what you're saying) And my ears mute it Transmute it into A clear stupa, I circle it As a spear truthful With an akashic Siva, in Varanasi's regions Watch when I talk & heed it...