The Underground Garden: Solar Siblings

 

As an Alien, I alienate. Disassociate-zen. How else to survive on a hostile planet? How else to ensure my lines home don’t get cut by blades growing out of ruts? Rotation stuck on I Wanna Rule The World!!! Earth the home of Me and Mine Only. The place where wars go on and others live it up blindly. Where the gift of peace meets the torture of discreet impossibility. By choice. I got my bed who cares about those on the street as a matter of fact let me Feel due this great night of sleep as if it could never be me. Where power is handed over to fucking strangers and you trust in systems masking their danger with the promise of dreams.

As an alien, I alienate. Disassociate-zen. For if this is the only home where Souls come to roam in flesh, then shit, I’ll put up with it as I reconnect with E.T.’s who also see the replay of its history and keep their mind portals protected by any means, keep their Me, Mine AND Theirs on the trajectory for the Good “Life” Beam. Stay Seeing Extraterrestrial Beings. You’re not dreaming and reality requires your best even when it feels like a test. Take that step back right front or left then send that breath from your chest to the center of our galaxies boomerangs back to your next body as dejavu good juju.
AlienatedDisassociatezen, a need to survive in the midst of wandering Earthlings while you cosmically wish they would speak : We Too Come In Peace.

 

 

Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.

 

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