We need search for life on another world
For here on earth, life is so well-preserved
My hands are sutured
behind my head.
I lie like a fallen yield sign
on the side of the road.
My path is yellow and humble.
My hands separate. Pull.
And split open the back of my skull.
Evolution takes place in the gaps
of solitude being locked in a room,
away from all influences.
Natural and spiritual become one law.
And I yield . . .
Pried open with my crowbar
hands, the grey matter separates --
creating an entranceway
for new experiences.
The sun woke up way too soon
and realized that it had been
spooning with the moon.
yes I saw a UFO
Or what's now called a UAP
GLIDING ABOVE THE water
Of the river Tennessee
I was with my brother
We were stoned
It is the truth
There on the bank
About a mile from our mom's
Back in my misspent youth
Yes.It was shaped like a saucer
Encircled with lights around
A spotlight upon the river below
It never made a sound
My brother the first to see it
Exclaimed
Do you see what I see ?
My mind trying hard
To repell it
I said point it out to me
He said I cannot believe this!
As I slowly came to grip
With this other worldly sighting
If it happens to you here's my tip
Accept what your eyes are seeing
There is no point to deny
And irritate your fellow man about visitors from the sky
The strangest thing about it all
When I've brought it up
Over the years
Is he never wants to
talk of it
As if resurrecting his fears
And I can't help but wonder
As a sportsman
They seemed to have sought
In Waterloo Alabama that night
Was it actually
My brother they caught
If it's true
They threw him back
With nary a hair out of place
At least with none
he discussed with me
By our visitors from outer space
When I was a child, I had a stuffed E.T. doll
Everything I did, he too would do it all
He was my constant companion
To the openess skies and the deepest canyons
I never did outgrow my best friend
Though his tattered arms and legs would join his end
I only wish I had him back
To quell my often anxiety attacks
Life is moving strangely
Stars are close but unrelated
Fortune seems to smile a lot
I hardly forget about you
As you imitate the crying owl
spread your whispers to the night
Let us all hear your call to the divine
Let the moon shine bright to our futures
Along with those that sew with it's light
Let us all enter your castle
Give us a taste of your ancient wealth
Bring us closer to our destinies
Bring us closer to the universe
Destroy the wicked
Destroy our ennemies
We were family,
We came together,
We fell apart,
We loved and loved,
We ran away from each other until we were completely lost,
We hurt each other when we could not understand the hurt inside,
And we forgave,
We laughed, oh we laughed long and hard and heartily,
We smiled each time we saw each other and remembered we are divinely one,
We are family by blood by choice by love
We were family in spirit before and will be again.
With cynical thoughts, wings of a terrestrial bird flutters to touch the sky.
Do men immortal know
whence went the crow,
on it's jubilant journey to bestow
the rod,the wreath, and mistletoe,
for below,
in the shadow of the pyramid
I crossed the river of Life,
my God as thy wife
my fear as my strife,
for I saw in the sun,
that Life itself is pitiless perfection -
J.A.B.
Predatory; fiction and fantasy became in essence the reality for most?!
In regards unto the realms of life beyound which in turn birthed
The fowlers net to ensnare amid these illusions and delusions....
Mass hypnosis, within subconscious' collective minds; webs of plights
Self-destruction paving this path atop the page in existence!?
Oblivious; as the black widows about their business spinning
Historicals deja vu wombs....
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Wearisomes travelers; who is blind and I Am not blind?!
Passing through gildeds secular anathemas open markets
With countless sonorous voices calling from their ravens, hoodoo booths
Wishing to sell everyone these worldly visions amid obscures
Perverted material trinkets; placing them in front of narrows sight!?
Glittering these things; as unto a baby within its beloved crib....
Poisons to possess; unaware of the kings orders borne in piques
Hateful beginnings while Rachel continues to weep; innocence deceived ~
Precious infants caught amid a kingdoms wrath, spite and pain; amissful
Their sidebar moments wherein they only have themselves to blame yet
Someone must pay for sombers resipiscence in this, corrosives mistakes....
Vexations troubling beast of conscious; crippled by its mutations?!
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Obsequies final taste; within this secession from a lamentatives covenant....
I took this pomegranate tree and I crushed it to, make myself a natives chalice of wine
Still, it remained bitter upon my tongue so, I spit it into the turning paean sea!?
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Sometimes I return unto the old neighborhood
To take a stroll down recollections lane....
Silver mesh thousand foot tall cyclone fences
Capped in razors edge; finding the windows
That they longingly peered through as within
These shackles they bled; amid the blindness
Of their eyes in this beatitudes story
Told, once upon a threshfuls time; polarized
By the Northern Star; where Angels sing....
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Intriguing this swaying candles flame, trying to convince myself tis but, an aladdins lamp?!
Whispering these words with an amulets charms, dangling about its waist; a world of visions
Kept in this alabasters oblong box; scented aneath rosemary sage and mystic lay with
Incantations butterflies swirling amid the fire of narrations ellipses stage; candles flames
Trying to convince itself tis an aladdins lamp; offering a world in myoptic, bipolar wishes!?
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Walking through this dry parched land feeling as though I were cursed; or blessed?!
Tasting its malignant barren soils and enduring its parallels void empty winds
As a foreigner arriving at a distant city wherein, everything is bartered in an illusions
Being sold at the markets amid this montage and myriad of refractive delusions....
Short upon vision, and in love with invisible yet visible balls and chains; pleasure or pain!?
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