The Alien

Befallen unto hands unready to sow
trapped in the illogical and rather diabolical
like the archer and his vintage bow
bones and cadavers perusing books befitting to the maniacal

study in earnest so openmindedness may flourish
nervous knee-jerking and hopeless situations,
for the time is now for that soothing voice that can encourage!
for the discontent and erratic fluctuations?

Will it decidingly devour and sound its death toll?
miming and chiming the carpet rolls; the scathing debating,
suspending the combative nature of these rising souls!
and the snarling, my darling, you lure this alienation!

they will come when we are not ready to accept,
self-absorbed and solipsistic in nature,
preconditioned pampering and put downs are precepts,
hollow heads and freakishness stifle the beauty of nature vs. nurture...