It has ended

'my time has come.....it has ended'

 

Eli Eli Sabachthani, my AlienGod...

why have you forsaken me!? 

To be ridiculed and spat-at by those who once welcomed me warmly?

    To taste stinging vinegar to numb this excruciating pain...?

to have it dabbed on these bloody wounds to sting my flesh  again...??

the lashing didn't hurt as much as did the pouring rain of tears she shed in vain...
Magdalene was she and not my mother’s God-child but may be my god your own star-child she just might be...though simply named Mary...poor simple mary...

                              

Father let her merrily merry be...but let her not marry ...for she is the light of your mystery...help cease her confused mind from earthly worry...

wash her far away from faaaaaar away from                Pilate's soap and water mockery from the land to the sea...kindly end her misery...

and mum and dad...

know this that i love you dearly...

May Heaven forgive me...

          'my time has come.....

  it has almost ended!' 

 I must now hurry...

 

                      

Author's Note

Inspired by a poet friend at WC

Reviews

[Vria P Crow]

INTRODUCTION

The beauty of such artwork never ceases to amaze me, dear poet.

PERSONAL CONNECTIONS

1. Your AlienGod has not forsaken you.
2. Your AlienGod has e m b r a c e d you.
3. Your AlienGod is an Ancient Alien from the History Channel.

love,
ria

p.s. Wonderful work:D twas all she wrote

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

hey you are very kind
you have undewrstood
artwork is from net but i felt it should be included here...
aliengods come in all shapes and sizes:)

[Vria P Crow]

You are a kind soul as well. You rescued me when I first came here to the Cafe...

u r beauty

in the eyes of nature.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

oh but i forgot this rescue...?
lol
thx all the same

[Vria P Crow]

hehe It's okay; your an alien so naturally you have many thoughts.

I'm but a fly upon your door step;
it wants you to pet
the whittle maggot ;)

hehe She is actually a Lion.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

is the lion asalam?

[Vria P Crow]

haha Do you mean a lamb?

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

asalam as in the lion in narnia?

[Vria P Crow]

LMAO HAHA oh I am silly. Yes, precisely.

[Vria P Crow]

His name would be Asland.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

oh sory..i guess i had heard wronf yes asland it is

[Vria P Crow]

haha I forget names allll the time! I focus more on the image rather than names.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

thaz good too in a wy or other

[KeeD]

Wow this poem has so much wrapped up in it's small context of words.. It was like an abstract piece but told a million stories.. Space cowboy you might just be a wanderer but you're definitely a one of a kind storyteller.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

ahahha..
wasnt it an outer-space tale now...ahaha thxx

[Baby Ricochet]

I like it. it's like a play or something. Cool

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Monologue actually:)
Thx Rico...savin it for good friday

[Rogue]

This reads like some twisted modern Shakespeare with your choice of wording and the way you are phrasing them. :)

-grin-

Something tells me you leave a broken hearted female behind on every planet you visit.

I liked this actually.. Though the story is sad, there is a light and zippy cadence to the words.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

i got a gurly in paris and a curly in rome..another 3 on Mars and a dozen way back home?....hahahah..
zippity zappity dee,,,Rogue is grinning i can see..
thankye

[Rogue]

Darn that will o wispy Rogue! Always floating around the place smiling! :D

You are welcome, you playa you :P

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

lol doll

[Rogue]

-smile-

See? There I go again.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

football

[Rogue]

fan?

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Chelsea?

[Rogue]

Soccer?

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

but of course....
see?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_26tdj0GzQU

[Rogue]

Now that's an interesting guitar design.. :)
And I rather liked the lightness of his playing. The words? To the second song.. I don't pretend to know them. A general overview of what he is singing, please?

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

That is me...in 2004 when we built that contraption of throwaways.
Well he is singing....Red are your cheeks Rosa...and my eyes are full of tears...see....if your dad doesn't grant permission for our marriage...i will curse you and your family

[Rogue]

Curse the family?
On no!
-laughing-
Ever you tickle me, green squishy. :D

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

no its real...if you want a version of the song sung in Portugal....do watch
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttnVx_BXHaM

[Rogue]

I believed it was real. I just found the "antiquated custom" of it, humorous.
And this was again a lovely sounding song.. But, the words.. I would need you to translate once more. :)

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

lol...well you see in Goa...this coastal state of India...these kind of songs are rampant...they are a result of the 460 years of rule by the Portuguese....while the neighboring states of India were under British rule. These songs of satire and yearning and jilted love became a trend in those days of post-liberation...after European culture seeped into India...and western music amalgamated with the folk rhythms and melodies. The translation goes thus: How red are your cheeks Rosa, my eyes are filled with tears, if your dad doesn't give his permission and consent to our marriage i will curse you. * Naiveness of Rosa, Rosa my beloved...doesn’t have fathers consent to our wedding. vs.2 (Rosa sings) My dad says he will grant permission and i am eagerly waiting to wed you..but if U refuse to marry me...i shall curse thee too....(Rosa sings) Mother and father got me married off to someone else and put me from happiness to sadness. All the bachelor boys got together and tried to woo

[Rogue]

-smile-

I like that. Thank you for taking the time to explain it all. Much appreciation. :)

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

its a pleasure too

[Rogue]

Well, I love to learn. So, teach away. :)

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

im glad u think thataway

[Frieda P]

I have no godly clue what you're talking about, as usual, but it's always interesting to read my friend...I see you are still here, was worried you fell in that bottle earlier.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

elo Freda...i came back to take u with me:) little genielina u

[Frieda P]

jaja very funny, you tried that already, I told you I hate that neon green color! ;-P

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

ahh...of hatred and malice....u have nothing to do with....since u r cool and at ease

[Frieda P]

So when is lift off?

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

the multi-dimensional rocket is down still...^_*

[Frieda P]

Wait....don't you have special powers? ;-)

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

um...i lost them to a better man

[Frieda P]

Is there such a creature?

[Androglossia]

Your photos are strange as well as your way with words. The craft is conspicuous as a whole but it's your verse's striking quality that makes it more appealing.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

helo Maryann yes these fotos from the net seem to bring life to the idea submitted..but yes it looks eerie now that u mention....text n all thx

[Androglossia]

You're very welcome, kiddo!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

yay

[Jack...]

Wow, cool and weird. I hope your AlienGod heeds your pleas my friend. No one should endure this kind of pain. Peace

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Thank you friendly Jack.
They were waiting on standby for a command to beam me up. Hiding behind the cloud the ships that are para-visible and trans-dimensional

[Jack...]

No wonder I couldn't see them.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

ud need the MIB glares