Frustration

My God, my friend, my life is lousy
and I am just so bored.
But still, I rue, when I am drowsey

I'm tied here by a cord,
a mystic chain which keeps me here
when I would soar away.
I could be in another place
for all or part the day.

I long to get so far above
the toils and strains of life
when a super sort of love
brings home to me so much strife.

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My Night Flight

When I relax in my bed
putting down my weary head
I think and pray
for the day
when my mind might fly away.

Lying there at dead of night
suddenly I feel so light
as my soul
from this hole
soars off to an astral goal.

From my sleeping corpse I lift
freed now by my astral shift..
Chains unfurled
my mind's whirled
off to tour the astral world.

Over to the U.S.A.
I think I will go today;
one thought word
(never heard) -
on to level "Astral, Third".

Cross the ocean wide I go
pacific to me although
its world-wide name
is the same
as a lost island, they claim.

O'er the States I go my way,
gaze down on to bright L.A.
down I go
streaking low
over great San Francisco.

Then while o'er a baseball pitch
suddenly I sense a twitch;
tripping's stalling
now I'm falling
coz I feel my body's calling.

Tumbling, rolling through the sky
streaking down and down go I.
Pass a gnome
going home,
tomorrow night again I'll roam.

There's my body lying still.
Back to possess it I will
happily go
because I know
I can bypass this life's show.

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Sound Carrier

Fuzzy roaring,
spirit soaring,
music's forcing through my head;
freaky scoring,
rythm's boring
and the words are rather dead.
Chords that screech,
words beseech:
"Please don't make my brother dead!"
Devils reach. . .
killers teach
that we're sheep who should be led.
Morbid sound
bounds around
turning love to hate -
ran aground
now we've found
we're at Heaven's Gate.

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Stars

The stars to us no longer gods
staring down in anger
for we have their beauty seen
with our eyes from lunar pods.

Nuclear power - nucleus
of once unknown strength -
revealed now solely to
offer assistance to us.

Satellites around the earth
scan the stars above
and the ground down here below
hunting our real worth.

Spinning spheres way up above
tell all alien worlds that we
will never cease the lifelong search
for the truth, knowledge and love.

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The Right Light

Sailing over seas by day,
flying through the sky at night,
never have a word to say;
wonder if I've seen the Light.

Sitting at my desk one day
I beheld an eerie sight.
I saw something which I may
admit gave me quite a fright.

I saw a woman kneel and pray
that one day the lengthy fight
between good and evil may
end up on the side of right.

Then what should appear but gay
colours and a brilliant light
beside which I have to say
Sun at noon just seems like night.

And I heard a sweet voice say
that my future's looking bright
but I cannot find a way
of proving that that voice was right.

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Why?

War, war, war, war!
Can we take any more?
What on earth's it all for?
Why are we waging war?

Kill, kill, kill, kill!
Just like Bungalow Bill
many men who should love will
take an oath just to kill.

Maim, maim, maim, maim,
trip the blind, kick the lame..
to some men it's all the same
all they want to do is maim!

Painpainpainpain ! ! ! !
Here it comes once again.
These poor people cannot feign
such excruciating pain.

Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!
What a strange twist of fate!
One I thought was my mate
now feels for me only hate!

Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why won't some people try
to alleviate Man’s cry?
Can you please tell me why?

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