FAKE FOO FOR THOUGHTS, UFOs
Winks of young girls eyes when I was winged at the altar of fourteen, in a war at nineteen
We sat around the benches at the park of Lafayette, dreams of Joe’s deep-purple jelly bean
Strangers to everyone’s mortality sin, a scat-load of loud sounds, evolutionary metaphors.
Personally from Illinois, Mississippi, Texas, Washington and mighty old, #CalifoNyeEh
Hard rocks and heavy metal of the blown out star-sun of the gods, mighty Zeus’ or the Ra’s
Made seeds, roots and fruit of jism trees, to a rumba down by the Green River’s sandy nuts
A long time ago, way back when, baked to a crisp back in 1980, cake LSD TNT of King Tut’s.
Think about it, conceived, born, raised and blamed for the favor of being in thin, human skin
Rippin’ the balls off of your back and squeezin’ wombs into a singularity’s saintly trump-kin
Hands strapped across the power inside my rib cage, I am lonely, I am not the king of cards
Includes the woman, the women, the powerful, the hungry and the destitute city boulevards.
Whiskey and love mixed with the lust of the loins to produce the scenery above and below
Sunshine and moonshine rule days and nights of the stoned and the lucid, clear of brow
High intelligence proves that when you get the chance to face your own death, you win it
Drunk or stoned, same place, same time as the place that the priests and angels will exit.
No honey or good times left over for the ones who were blinded by lights, womb’s Sublime
Blinkin’ a few times because you cannot believe that you were dead wrong the whole time
From the altar of the boys and girls, turned water into wine, Thor and Jesus begged forsooth
Whiskey rivers flowed in me, young enough to die for freedom, forget ‘bout ‘57 chevys’ truth.
A simple man or a simple eagle in flight from here to there, because of the hunger to be One
From the multi-zillions of bytes of matter in the matrix-universe, we are here and now, lucky
Many have attempted the trek from the gods know where to down here where the fish swim
Snakes crawl, birds fly and not even god can stand on One leg, it #Ends, ALOHA Dead Sea!
by
r j j stephan, i { UFO = FOO fighters, google it! #BaldyEagle says, “...paranoia strikes deep, into your life it’ll creep...step out of line & The Man’ll come take you away!” Therefore, STOP! Look around. You better! -- #bUFFALOsPRINGFIELD
c. Sunday, June 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to #ForWhatItsWorth & HITS by #BuffaloSpringfield on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gp5JCrSXkJY }
spawned
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