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I'm logging in a sky-watch
for the "stuff" one finds up there;
I won't pretend what I have found—
report what isn't there!
Too, I don't mean to scare you
or detract from your "beliefs,"
but we're beset by bastards, friends...
with the ethics of disease.
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See, it's "winners" write the history
clearly missing all its "thorns."
Why, it's how they've kept posterity
on the UFOs suborned.
It's how they've lied to spare themselves;
it's why we don't look up...
its why we ask no questions
of these men we know—corrupt.
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This is why "they" can ignore us.
This is how we're so insane.
It's WHY we trod the paths we take—
or shriek our "shrill refrains"!
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We bemoan that cognitive dissonance,
how we think when "up" turns "down."
How to "justify" what doesn't fit;
turning "crap" to sparkling "crowns."
...Can't keep it up for very long;
the spirit won't abide.
One makes oneself irrelevant,
and this makes one "sick" inside!
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See? Still those "lights" traverse our skies,
and strangeness DOES abound!
Their speed is slow and variable.
Their appearance MOST profound.
...And yes, they "flash" and "tumble,"
and they "vanish" to "reappear."
They cannot be mere pelicans—
too peculiar, odd, and queer!
...And I mean that in a good way,
as produced by massive stars?
We've an infinite "diversity"
barely trifled with so far!
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The "Christers" call them "demon's spawn,"
of "he who dwells below."
They haven't copped to Enki...
or Enlil, don't you know...
See, they've assigned their errant histories
to mere labels, understand?.
So, moving "sway" to human hands
but from those Gods... as planned!
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Yeah, it's all just razzle-dazzle
of a *faith* that they'd abuse...
with Gods to "love" and "hate" folks,
so the flock will stay confused!
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Now "sceptics" are a valued lot,
but "bunkies" stink with fear!
They've quite a lot *invested*
in a *future* they'd hold dear.
"...The crown of all creation,
we're alone..." these would maintain,
and "reports of flying saucers
come from crazy—misled—brains."
They're like an errant clock
which measures time, one would presume,
as a chronicle of wishes
for a world-view they'd "consume"!
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"Talkers" bury tongues in cheeks
and sneer up ruffled sleeves.
They front for corporate interests
who would do just what they please!
They've sold their souls to Mammon, see,
would dissemble on the truth,
so they're the part and parcel
of "control" in disrepute!
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They're slick and coiffed, articulate,
and too well dressed it seems.
...And THESE maintain the status quo
composed of shallow dreams?
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It's true the "colored lights" portend,
for them, a non-event!
Yet, Folks report real UFOs...
take pictures they'd present!
We see them all across the world;
we see they've been recorded...
...in the paintings of the masters
who'd reveal, then, what's reported!
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We see them in the photographs—
too old to have been faked!
We read them in the written word
the sages wrote for fate!
We hear them on the radio.
We see them on TV.
Content, we're sold a bill of goods,
contained, betrayed—you see?
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So, I'm logging in a sky watch.
I report what I perceive.
I'm not a crass believer
OR a skeptibunky... ...please.
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I have my own possession.
I'm beholden to myself.
I'll make my observation
as I will for mental health.
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Now, I'll conclude this skywatch,
but "strike the Sun if it offends me"!
Priests and anxious gurus
can just step off and then unfriend me.
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I shall defer to sentience,
and let its fairness rule my soul.
I'll move towards the evidence...
...And where where it leads? I'll go!
lehmberg2002@gmail.com
www.AlienView.net
...Though the "heavens" fall...
These are observed in clear skies to vary speed and direction across an inky star field... What Dr. Hynek might have termed a CE-1... all you have to do is rock your head back and refuse to forecast what you might see up there; they're THERE, damn it!
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