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