A Message From The President

 My fellow Americans,

the hour is dark.

Hence I stand before you 

with a heavy heart.

Something is coming.

Something man has never seen.

An attack lacking precedent 

within the pages of history.

As you all well know

we have many foes.

Based upon decades of intelligence 

we know a super technology 

has been in development.

This thing will change our paradigm 

for it is designed to accelerate Time.

The rate at which you age

will rapidly climb.

Happy events?

They will pass on a dime.

According to radar 

it's approaching the West Coast.

Optically elusive 

it's sorta like a ghost.

Visible one minute then missing 

as if somehow it's hopping dimensions.

This bomb is like none ever before faced

during the storied saga of the human race.

According to analysis by our military brass 

you won't hear a boom or feel any blast.

There'll be no obvious harm to the landscape.

No buildings razed or landmarks erased.

Afterward you won't find debris or rubble.

Instead the damage will be more subtle.

Once you behold the image in the mirror 

the tragic fallout will become much clearer.

Smooth skin of youth

will crinkle into wrinkles.

Sandy strands of hair

with gray will be sprinkled.

This will take place 

before your dimming eyes.

Weakening hearts will race

as Time literally flies.

It will seem as if you're getting mocked

by the furious spinning of the clock.

The lesson lurking within all this?

Time is...was...the greatest of gifts.

Nothing on Earth abides or forever lasts.

Who knew it would ever pass this fast?

The Time Bomb will soon upon us fall.

May God eternal have mercy on us all.

🔴 ⚪ 🔵

(Adapted from my sci-fi story TIME BOMB)

©️ Matt Decker 

Cosmic Latte

Meet Zask and Zisk,

See them venture forth --

They know little

About the destination

Only that it's an energy station

On a big blue world

Known to locals as Earth.

"Look at that!"

Exclaims Zask,

"We are in luck --

This structure must be a gateway

To the stars in exchange for bucks."

The transparent portal opens

And the two cautiously fly through

Into an aromatic atmosphere

Wondering what's about to brew.

"Here's an interesting tidbit,"

Offers Zask to Zisk,

"Our ships are called 'flying saucers'

Here on this oversized planet."

To which Zisk sarcastically replies,

"Well that's just ridiculously awesome,

Now would you please just can it?"

"I know the ride's been bumpy

But must you be so grumpy?"

Asks Zask to Zisk

From an elongated throat

Beginning to feel quite lumpy.

Between the text-backs and paperbacks

And the tap-taps and chit-chat

Zisk and Zask hover undetected

Over these life forms so distracted.

"Home Base! Home Base!

Calling Home Base --

Why have you sent us

To this odd and noisy place?"

Tho' transmitted far from nigh

Quickly comes back the reply:

"Navigator Zisk and Navigator Zask,

Yours is a mission of deduction

With a reconnaissance function --

So focus on the task

And await further instructions."

Zisk points out a place to land

On a wide strip of land

Making sure Zask understands

To watch for the jittery giant hands.

"Tsk! Tsk! I know this, Zisk!

I'm not exactly new at this."

So without ado

Boom or pop

The scaled-down craft

Lands on the countertop.

There the saucer rests

Without drawing attention --

An inconspicuous arrival

From an alien dimension.

Meanwhile within the cockpit

Zask and Zisk sit and wait

As they observe the human chatter

And clatter of cups and plates.

Suddenly and abruptly

A bogey descends with a crash

On top of Zisk and Zask --

"We are under attack!"

Yells Zisk to Zask;

"Don't you think I know that?"

To Zisk yells back Zask,

"What in this world is that?"

Then into the chaos

From a place deep in Space

An urgent message reverberates

From the bowels of Home Base:

"RED ALERT! RED ALERT!

We tell you the truth --

A hot handled hostile

Has come down on your roof,

So ascend and abort!"

The trendy human specimens

Stare in utter disbelief

As the latte levitates

With the rising saucer underneath.

Up goes the mug

On one unsteady ride

Splashing its frothy contents

Over its ceramic sides.

After the saucer zips away

Into the light of day

Zask and Zisk let out sighs

And in unison the duo say:

"So that's why they call this

The Milky Way!"

Back home in the domain

Of their otherworldly plane

Zisk and Zask feel disdain

As they strain to explain

Why and how their saucer

Now has a giant coffee stain.

©️ matt decker

A-EYE is Watching

Is this it?
Am I about to die?

I missed the chance
To say goodbye.

I can't decide
To scream or cry.

My palms are moist
And my mouth is dry.

My lids feel heavy
Blocking my sight.

Every joint aches
My muscles are tight.

Everything in me
Wants to fight.

But resistance isn't an option
Neither is flight.

I can't move.
My body's paralyzed.

How did I get here?
Where am I?

And what is this table
On which I lie?

Why is this happening?
Why, O God, why?

I can't get up
No matter how hard I try.

What pain in my side!
Nothing about this is right!

Strangely enough
My left leg feels electrified.

I feel it moving up
Up to my thigh.

At last my lids
Open I manage to pry.

In fly rays
Of an unearthly light.

To my surprise
My raging mind begins to quiet.

I cannot sense
Anyone by my side.

But before I can
With relief sigh

Something unbelievable descends
As if from the sky.

Coming into view
Invading my sight

Is a giant, artificial eye
Like a scene from sci-fi.

Remotely controlled
Featuring tech that is high

Hypnotic and robotic
Clearly programmed with A.I.

Inches away from my flesh
Rapidly rotating clockwise

Attached to a mechanical arm
Pulsing flashes of light.

Up and down my body it does glide
Not touching but positioned nigh.

If I somehow live forever
Never having to die

I will always remember this night
With the otherworldly Eye.

©️ Matt Decker 

The Stranger Zone

"I perceive your form.

I see your silhouette.

What's the time of morn?

I'm not fully awake yet.

Who are you?

What are you?

And why do you

Stand by my bed?

Somehow it seems

My bedroom scene

Is obscured behind a screen.

I see more

Than one of you.

I see four.

I wonder how

You entered here -

Through what door?

These thoughts inside remain

For I'm too scared to talk.

I would surely scream

If not for the shock.

I know the cosmos is teeming

With a host of ghostly beings.

Still I'm not believing

What's standing over me

Who it is I'm seeing.

What manner of creatures

Have no definable features -

Only shadowy outlines of darkness?

Oh how I hope you are harmless!

It would be easy to assume

That you have come to my room

With evil intentions of doom.

Else why are you dark as the night

Lacking in any visible light?"

* * *

As I ponder and wonder

What will be next

Something suddenly happens

I could never expect.

I feel that I'm rapidly falling

As if into a vortex.

Am I descending into Hell?

Fearfully I ask myself.

I feel deep regret

For my many human sins

While hearing a forceful sound

Akin to a violent rushing wind.

Falling and falling

The intensity doesn't slack.

It feels like a million needles

Relentlessly are pricking my back.

Try tho' I might

It's difficult to explain

But it's as if I've left

This thing named 

The earthly plane.

When this is over

Where will I be?

What will I see?

What will be waiting for me?

Although this experience

Is factual and real

I cannot recall

The end of the ordeal.

Did the "shadow beings"

Escort me through a warp of Time?

Just one of the burning questions

Aflame in my mind.

For what it's worth

(And it's your right to scoff)

Something chronologically with me

Has ever since seemed a little off.

©️ Matt Decker 

Dear Earthlings...

We know it's hard to believe

From what your earthly eyes can see.

We know it's difficult to accept

Since you are deficient in sensory depth.

We know you haven't been sufficiently prepared

To come to terms with what's really out there.

We know our existence upsets your paradigm -

Everything you assumed about reality, space, even time.

We know that nothing on your Earth will be the same

When our Truth is revealed - all shall be changed.

Be that as it may

You have arrived at the day

When the present human race

Must a brand new reality face.

Yes, we are real.

And yes, we can heal.

No, we come not to kill or steal.

Inflicting harm - not part of the deal.

Call us alien, call us extraterrestrial.

Cosmic in reach, our nature is celestial.

Our origin stretches a long way back

Into the remote corners of the universal past.

Eons before the first earthly pebble was formed

Before the crashing of the inaugural earthly storm

Our civilization had already been born

Traversing space-holes that resemble giant worms.

While your cavemen were pounding stones

We were injecting our people with cellular drones.

Above and beyond?

You can say that, sure.

For the diseases killing you

Long ago we found the cures.

Where is our home?

Well let's see.

Only a star's throw away

From your milk-like galaxy.

In earthly terms, we are far from close.

But not as far as you might suppose.

From a cosmic perspective

We are just down the road.

Practically neighbors

It might surprise you to know.

If our way your astronauts ever came

They would recognize our home by this -

Our galaxy is shaped like a flame.

The worlds in our system are in alliance.

On each other there's a strong reliance.

There exists dark forces we must fight.

For this reason we all have had to unite -

We call ourselves

The Intergalactic Federation of Light.

If you knew these cosmic foes we must battle

You would be more than a little rattled.

It's inevitable that our presence will worry you.

So we've been developing an approach

That will not destroy you.

From this news you can infer

That our motives are pure.

We have so much to share.

But you can't receive if you're scared.

We've been watching your planet throughout its history.

We hold the keys to your Earth's greatest mysteries.

From the portals of space

Allow us to introduce our race.

We are (A)dvanced (C)elestial (E)ntities.

You may call us ACE.

©️ Matt Decker 

Night Rider

I am darker than the night

Moving fast as the light.

I am stealthy, I am sleek

Skipping above mountain peaks.

No human hand can make me.

No earthly band can raid me.

Built am I to navigate dimensions

Programmed for instant ascension.

I float on the waves of magnetic fields

Invisibly insulated within an impenetrable shield.

Welcome aboard - don't be frightened.

Try not to focus on the prismatic lighting.

Are you surprised I can speak?

Just one of my incredible feats.

Do you recall your entry here?

On your way up, you looked quite scared.

Feel free to scan and explore.

I invite you to walk my corridors.

Just one exception:

There are windows to your right.

Resist the temptation

To take a peek inside.

There are activities

That you would do well to miss.

As it's said on your planet,

"Ignorance is bliss."

You have an escort

To lead you by the arm.

He won't utter a word

Nor do you any harm.

Do not even try

To look in his eyes.

You will be unable to turn aside

For your neck will be paralyzed.

You must trust me

This is for the best.

If you see the E.T.

Fear will arrest your chest.

Keep on walking.

Look straight ahead.

Try to relax.

My, your face is red!

You are on your way

To a special room.

You will have no conscious memory

Of the procedure done to you.

It'll be okay.

This I assure you.

It's not the intention

To in any way hurt you.

Go with your guide.

I'll see you in a bit.

To mitigate your anxiety

The room is therapeutically lit.

*

Well hello again.

There's more for you to see.

You'll need to take a seat

For soon we shall leave the galaxy.

We will achieve atomic speed.

If you glance out the windows

Only streaks of light will you see.

During our flight

There will be times

When we will instantly stop

And turn on a dime.

But this sudden shift

Will cause you no trouble

For the cockpit, you see

Sits within a gyroscopic bubble.

Like a sheet one would fold

We will be traversing wormholes.

These are cosmic shortcuts

And YOU will be in control!

That's right - you will be my pilot.

Don't worry - you can do it.

I have been programmed

To talk and walk you through it.

You've been chosen to control me.

It's easier than you suppose.

If you can move your extremities

Then you can make me go.

Focus right in front of you.

See that small device?

It's known as a controller dome

And it is the key to my flight.

No need to touch it.

Simply levitate your palm above it.

It will mimic your hand.

Each gesture signals a command.

Any direction you want me to take

Just motion your hand that way.

We will cover distances untold

And you will be in control.

We will even transcend time.

But afterwards you will find

These memories will be locked behind

The doors of your subconscious mind.

©️ Matt Decker 

One Minute Warning

In Time

The story unfolds and plays out.

In Time

Teary eyes behold the way out.

In Time

Hard lessons are uncomfortably learned.

In Time 

Thrones comfortably sat on are overturned.

In Time 

The monarch in the dark lost his crown.

In Time 

The richly-stitched veil fell slowly down.

In Time 

Thunder struck with a mighty rumble.

In Time

Wondrous structures weakened and crumbled.

In Time 

The empowered empire declined.

In Time 

Starfire will surefire cease to shine.

In Time 

The hole will grow and expand.

In Time 

The soul will know and understand.

In Time 

A universe was sparked into life.

In Time 

The cosmos will go dark and quiet.

• • •

Immortals exist ever outside of it.

Mortals wish to never run out of it.

Feet of man stand on a thin line.

Let us then do all that we can

• • •

In Time.

©️ Matt Decker