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[maxxthemarshan]

Young Ducky🛸👽🦆 #uglyduckling #Marshan #MaxxTheMarshan https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvh9xggAfis/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=p49lnzi2v8om

[maxxthemarshan]

"Does anybody ever talk about love anymore?" Figured I would switch it up... (*I'm not gang related*) #notinlove #poetry #MaxxTheMarshan #MarshanQueen #UFOZ #wordplay #doyoufollow #dreamville https://www.instagram.com/p/Bu6pyxugeXS/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1to7kkcn76o4f

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Excuse me luv, do you have a moment? #POETRY #MaxxTheMarshan #doyouremember #twinflame #soultalk #thoseeyes https://www.instagram.com/p/ButrkPlAJG2/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13ln1qc14duba

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🦆🛸👽 🎨@crgthmkr "My heart's the home, and this letter its scent Locked away, in a box, with a small vent Letting off a slight drift, in hopes your soul will catch a wiff So when you're ready to come home, Just know, there's space for you inside my UFO..." #UFOZ #UFODREAMZ #MARSHANQUEEN #BRAINBLAST #MaxxTheMarshan #POETRY #IWROTEYOUTHISLETTER https://www.instagram.com/p/BuoUQ6sA45n/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=evnxheo5n2sg

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Who's trying to be lit 2019? 🚫🧢 #shamgod #MaxxTheMarshan #UFOZ https://www.instagram.com/p/BtQ7f_aAzP5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ntvlstuxmaxm

[maxxthemarshan]

4. To Infinity.. And Beyond...

I needed a way to get back to my inner twin. I obviously been suffering with seperation issues. So I ventured off into the astros in search of my spirit animals. Finding the council was easy, just the way back held all the testing...

Things got rough on the way back home. Flown through a few craters the other day, I think, maybe. Or it could have been turbulence from an intergalatic hurricane. I dont know, but things I see, seldomly seem brand new. It would make sense if I was living an extended version of deja vu. I'm not even going to lie, when the lights got dim, I felt the butterflies from with in. Causing an effect that projected my chance of survival was slim. Some how I made it out and back to my safe haven...

I can't recall the amount of days that went on before I had went to see the wreck. I stepped in to the loft to see if the damage was as bad as I thought. Almost hit up Lora Croft to see if it was a total loss. I didn't make the call. I tossed the idea cause I figured it was awful. There was no reason to play hide and seek. It wasn't like I was looking for Mystique with a picture from last week. It was a dam gas leak. Gas was all on the dam floor.

Ended up putting the UFO in the shop so, I can save up the gas money. You know what? It's funny; how the universe truly works. Forces you to survive the struggle to get the perks. I finally gained the strength to break out the cocoon. Emerged out from the casing. The wings were amazing, all black, to match the cosmic hawk that faught with me. Not to the death but with ideal protests. Persuasions using parallel memories, or future plesantries. The hawk was no enemy, so we flew higher than I thought was even a possibility. Got too high, spun out and crash landed. Woke up feeling safe, not one ounce of feeling stranded. The obstacle that I hit didn't leave a bruise. Truthfully, I think that really became my muse. So I went and vacated south on the moon. That's where we held our silent consultations with higher guides, and asked for advice. To my suprise, I came to realize, my teacher was either of my past life or of like mind. Which makes sense cause this recycled wisdom I've been given is of no coincidence. Can you believe how our time bends?

Universal trends, reminds me of waves. Oh! I forgot to take pictures when I was surfing the milky way. I was in need of new scenery and hopefully escape a case of Marshan's telepathy. The colors were, well I guess the best way to put it is "unheard of". I thought I became the first-ever "Marshan Surfer". Unfortunately I wasn't. There was a first, they call him Norrin. I know now that I actually was due for a rare, once and every lost life time change of fortune.

Could this be my chance to set the rules to fit how I choose? I had to hold my composer. Toss past childishness and pride over my shoulder. The process of finding understanding felt like a few years close to 30. It gave me time to add up the benefits of being an artistic hippy. So to speak. Connecting lines to create imagery, that's damn near close to wizardry. That was even before they heard me speak. But I'll save that for another conversation when we meet.

I'll be there a quarter to soon. [Lol] Honestly I don't know when I'm due. But I brought you stones from the moon. I know for a fact you'll apppreciate these crystals. They're mystical, not material. Moon rocks, is what Buzz called it. Said it can carry you light years away to infinity. Who knows this could be the answer to our mystery...

[maxxthemarshan]

3. Brain Blast

From the first moment I saw you in my dreams; I knew right then I had to intervene, and take control of this astonishing scene. But what would I say? How would I approach a woman of your status in a non foolish way? See these are the issues I faced, when I left a scent for you to catch and head this way.

If only I knew we would be face to face this soon; I would have put gas in the tank and set us a date on the moon. Sounds cool? I hope so, cause that's what us marshans do. This might not be exactly what you're used to. So with me saying that, don't mistake the lack of preparation for lack of identification. Because your souls aroma is the sole reason I had to approach ya. It's like we used to chop it up in the hospital when the nurses left like real Rug-rats. But clearly we're all grown up and in need of a new season fast. Can we make a good thing last? My fault, too quick to ask you that? The smile of internal agreeance, an empath perhaps? I'm not a genius or super intellectual lad. It just brings me utter satitisfaction to finally meet the other half to this divided fraction.

I suddenly start shaking my head at the reflection in the mirror. The slick thoughts countered by anxiety in my mind couldn't get realer. All of the conversations being played out like I'm editing the cuts to an A list movie. About a hopeless romantic, a break that he can't get, till he made a wish. Guide my words, and stay my frantic panic attacks. The ones that disguise in the sight of not getting to realize the beauty of your eyes. Pure vulnerability, covered in total security. The welcoming warmth of serenity, masked by the stars, that brighten your eyes. Well, I could tell you all of that. But this generation is a little less poetic in the flow ethics of the path to the womans mind. So when I call out "Excuse me Miss, how are you" or "Excuse me, I'm Maxx..." and mutter out something smooth hoping to hear a bit of laughter, just know a friend first is what I'm after. Cause locked down Fort Knox is the box that's meant for her. That unsent letter that brings the ideals of less stormy weather.

An instant smile overcame my face from the thought of speaking the cleverness I harvest in my mind, and her instantly knowing she's mine. But that's in due time. Only once I feel my inner lion is at his prime would I ever be able to receive her. Keep her whole and safe and with no kids on the way. I'm no thief, so please false assumptions you can keep. What I seek was only made for me. Uniquely sculpted and infused, with the raw minerals and essences that are used for phenominal healing.

So after I get my mind together; I'm compelled to look back over the notes from my dreams to figure out if there's an underlying  meaning to these strange feelings. From a woman I've never seen or spoken to, but it gives me hope of one day meeting you. So I dig myself in the classical ways of gaining divine insight through books that bring change to better my eye sight. With a healthy mind my spiritual strength will continue to climb to new heights; until I'm ready to speak these words to this marshan woman of mine...

[maxxthemarshan]

2. U.F.O. Dreamin

I left a letter for you; from the last time you visited me in my sleep. You, being a woman who my soul knows better than I do. Almost like my internal twin met you, fell in love, and holds on to the memories from within. Not letting me share the joy you bring while I'm awake. But when I dream, your energy is constantly keeping me embraced.

When I saw her I just knew I had to say something. "Hey how you doin?" "I'm doing fine" is what she said to me. "I hope you're not in a hurry to where ya goin.."

"No, not at all.." she swiftly spoke. I replied with a smirk to ease her nerves. Cause I could tell what she was thinking by how she froze. The colors of embarrassment had over took her tone. She glanced down, to the left, her beam got brighter. And her dimples, L.E.D. like my personal lighthouse tower. I accepted the offer her energy gave pose; so I chose to tell her who I was, then we started vibbin. She tossed me her seven to the line. I was feeling her style. So after a while, I recalled the number to her galaxy and beamed her up. Now we're at my home, in my UFO. Kickin it old school, respecting her virtues like Ryan and those "Crazy Roos". So don't hop to conclusions we're just cooling; playin Xbox and exchanging knowledge. She wanted to know how to reach my zone. So I laid out the blue print on how to finesse a cone. Lessons from a king. We got Girl scout cookies in the oven, on a sheet as we bake like it was easy.

We lost track of time, now the gas tank empty. Smoke as thick as my company fills the UFO. Eyes feeling heavy, gravity starts to take control as we crash. Alarms going crazy, stumbling to my feet while trying to see in the dark. I hit the button to mute the sound. 6:45 in the morning, was the clocks reason to bark. Another dream of the best kind. Too bad it was all a lie. Back to reality. Unlocking my phone to a text that questions my sanity. It was from the girl in my dream. Saying how she liked my style, hell my smile. And the way my disposition made it seem like this was only the beginning. Now she's hoping it wasn't just an intellectual fling. My body's locked from the shock. Maybe things weren't what they seem.

Maybe I found my Marshan queen. Is there a such thing as star 69 to recall her galaxy. Instantaneous psychokinesis bringing you into existence. A lotus in the stars among us. I'm not even sure it's allowed to compare the natural beauty of your fleshly figure; to any of those who claim the role of queen over their own kingdom. Just imagine them finding out that they've been lied to, and that eternal beauty, really is drawn from you. The blue print that they said doesn't exist. And just that quick; the sight of you vanishes. I rub my eyes thinking something is blocking my view. But as I scan my room I notice the time is now 9:42, and my brother just hit my phone saying, "You tryna make this move?" Damn, I must have dozed off and went back for round 2. But, in the back of my mind I contemplate if what I assume to be a dream, is just a falsified truth. However, the added warmth in the untouched spaces of my bed from your presence gives me proof. Therefore I know you're real somewhere, I just need to find a trace of you...