Ancient Aliens

You know, I’ve been hearing about ancient aliens coming from the sky to give us their wisdom, advice, warnings….and maybe just a general how do you do….and it got me thinking. There are so many commonalities to ancient structures such as pyramids, ladders, rock circles…formations either leading up to the sky or that can be seen from the heavens......maybe there is something to it.

Hum, is it mankind’s curiosity for finding truth that can lead him astray? Is the truth so alarming that a nice and tidy story is better than nothing? Maybe it’s better to think that the infinite number of stars that look like the skyline of Manhattan is actually some place just like it? If we can just reach out to one of those bright lights….maybe we can walk the Milky Way.

That’s why we build to the sky. We want to be part of the skyline. We want to be part of the bigger picture….part of the sum of the whole……instead of living in a black hole.

Have we figured out the secrets of the Gods? Do we know their powers? Did aliens visit us to give us knowledge to pass on to the masses? The chosen few?

Did Maslow have it right?
On the basic hierarchy needs
Food, shelter, Spirituality, Self Actualization?
What the hell?
Just another pyramid

I would like to give people credit for wisdom, truth and basically being good for the sake of being good. But, who am I kidding.

Maybe the only good people in this world didn’t come from here. You know, for better or worse, Jesus was an alien. A deity? A divine one? From the sky?

Jesus was an alien
Resurrection in the sky
Everyone who saw him said
Man, that guy could fly
He’s gonna come back someday
He saved us from our sins
But I have to consider another question
And, that question is……why?

Why save us from ourselves?
Are we all that bad?
Did you have to prove a point?
Why did you try?
Resurrection in the sky.
Thanks for the advice
Thanks for the wisdom
Thanks for the warnings
But what I already know will suffice

I know I’ve seen heaven
I know I’ve felt like hell
You can’t teach me about life
In a little parable

Leonardo was an alien
He liked to draw and illustrate
Hey didn’t preach but liked to pry
He got inspiration from the sky
Mona Lisa would be proud
She visited him while upon a cloud

Einstein had a full dance card
With alien visitations
They spoke, he listened
Just step here
Just step there
Follow me on the dance floor and
I’ll show you formulas…. Extraordinaire
It will be as if
Time stood still
Be sure to put……your best foot forward
If you will

Marx was an alien
He might’ve been a little misled
He believed in Utopia
He believed what the angels said

Hoover wasn’t an alien
But he was probed
Just like Sara Palin
Except she got probed
in the frontal lobe

Stephen Hawkins is not an alien
But that box surely is
That mind , that voice, those brilliant words
Definitely alien…..not his…..

Regan was an alien
He could talk to chimps
Why do you think he got along so well
With Congress?

Everything thinks Obama is an alien
I’m sure he would like to be
Given the state of the economy
He would like to say “Take me back to the mother planet
These people are crazy
I can’t handle it!”

I’m an alien
Take me back
To the mother planet
These people are crazy
I can’t handle it.
Look up to the stars
They look so divine
Like a Manhattan skyline
Let me have my day
And walk the Milky Way
I want to feel alive...to feel whole
Not like living in a black hole

Doves and Whistles

It’s not about doves and whistles
Or mystical metaphysicals
Gotta get from here to there
In a car - that’s gonna crash
In a car - I’m gonna trash
A vehicular homicide
I think it’s suicide

It’s not about young or old
Or power to be bold
Gotta get from here to there
Not in my shoes – cuz I’ll trip
Not in my shoes – to hell with it

I’ve gotta go somewhere
Gotta get from here to here
It’s somewhere
Out there
In a car
In my shoes
Gotta trip on the mystical
Meta-a-physicals
Trust the flight and what it takes
Doves and whistles
I see the flight and hear the signals

Cross Haired Diplomat

It makes me think
about Alanis Morissette
“Isn’t it Ironic”.
Don’t you think?
To get blown away
At a Safeway.

You’re just so too good to be true
I got my sites on you
I want you in my cross hairs
Your blue eyes and golden hair

Face the Facebook
Gobble the Google
Gotta map to find you
This gun is all for you

I’ll find
The places on your heart
I’ll find
The crosses in your hair
I’ll find
The things to destroy you
I’ll find a way
Because I care

We can’t even read the Constitution
Without the Chamber yelling
It’s a volatile situation
Maybe they should meet at Safeway
No gavel…and a little more leeway

You can’t hide forever
We can blow you away
At a Safe-way
Anyday
Who’s to blame?
Valeria Plame?
She’s got good cross hairs
Looks just the same

You can’t escape from us
Jump on the Facebook bus
Or impale on the Palin Map
Cross Haired Diplomat

What do we worship more?
The Cross or Cross Hairs
Apparently
We’ve got souls to spare

Whitewashed

I held a séance the other night

Cold round table with dim lights

A breeze was blowing

Or was it a wind of change

Wasn’t trying to talk - just exchange

A few things

On my mind



Light the candles and hold the hands

Let’s see if we can conjure up the bogeyman

Or the person of choice as in this case

A person I never met

A person I could never forget



What would I say

If he channeled through?

They took away your words, baby

They took away you

Forget the mark one, mark two, mark twain bullshit

They took away your slang

Dang

They ran away with it

Replaced It

Erased It



There’s nothing you can do

For the cleanup of your literature

Roll over in your grave

With Injun Joe and a Nigger slave

Taking up your backside

Glad you wrote about the dark side

Too bad it’s been whitewashed

Like a Tom Sawyer fence

Too bad you can’t be here

In your own defense



Freedom of Speech

Freedom of Words

What’s in a name?

What’s in slang?

What’s with America?

It’s a f*cking shame