Painting by Roberto Oxidado

 


by Oxidado (Bowienet member)

My soul is hurting as I begin yet another journey into the unknown 
Life was happy, now each day we creep towards the final sip of the jug 
The mind-altering juices smoothly slide down, bringing you down
Down to the ground, beautiful ground 
Alien eyes stared at me through the stones of time 
The shaking of the earth has unveiled spies among us 
They will steal your soul if you happen to look into their eyes 
Don't be misguided by their blank stare 
Wild sex, mind-altering potions, self-mutilation, human sacrifice 
Those were the days, they were the damned 
This super race had bonded with the snake clan 
They used trickery as a guide to survive 
They will decide what we can observe, as they peek into your brain 
Red snakes conger up visions from their extraterrestrial energy 
They were once master of outer worlds, now they only want to haunt our souls 
Can you see the spirits from another dimension? 
I am not afraid I will move on through the sands of time like the Egyptian 
    architect stroking his beard 
His picturesque colors have faded from 3000 years of neglect 
Right now evil spirits are coming into play released from the fore long firewaters
There is a hole where their souls should be
They are lost eternal ones 
Be strong and block out their nasty lies every chance you get 
By the way, how is your brain when the prefrontal cortex shuts down at night? 
I thrive off the electrical activity of my dreams 
The embryonic vision of the child conceived from artificial insemination 
has been transmitted through telepathy
Stay out of my brain! 
Oh the pain from migraines can chase your sanity away 
Back to the bottle I go
Well as I tilt my head back, I look up into the evening sky, in a far off desert
the moon is full yet she is no more than a glimpse of the universe
Why have you left me? 
The desert moon is so lonely 
Not like the sun that sarcastically smiles as he blasts his energy 
brutally upon us
Imagination is the true weapon in the war against reality 
A vision of a friendly spirit extinguishes the fire of fear 
She can't keep playing hide-and-seek with her thoughts, blue earth, 
where are you?
Her voice cracked and I heard her heave great agonizing sobs 
There must be someplace where nature is truly safe from the 
wholesale destruction the human race specializes in
I could hide her safely away, somewhere, anywhere someplace 
where the cruelty could never hurt her 
Spirits will remain in a battle for your flesh, then your soul 
Please keep me floating for I am absolutely insane
Yet I certainly love life 
My eyes are closed, I feel death
I lay down hard 
We have taken many paths during this current journey into the 
land of supermen
Egyptian mathematicians, tribal chiefs, alien entities, gods and devils 
   have all joined 
    in the celebration of imagination
Yet we are still sad 
Floating up from the abyss coming from the depths of our universe a trapped
apparition lives within our aching souls 
Lost in the threads of our memories we must learn how to move on 
Inner emotions have emerged from the darkness as he struggles to survive 
He has poured his fragile heart out for the world to drink 
Who shall kiss his tears? 
Who shall heal his wounds? 
Who shall love him? 
The outside may quiver with pain, but inside your heart lives and 
wants and cries out 
I am just an alien through and through, waiting for the dream machine
to come and get me out of here before death claims another prize
I hear footsteps in the night
The supermen are gone off to the voyage from yesteryear,
where the sweet birds sang the end of all songs to live 
among the gods of the blue planet in the city of Illusion
Coming to the end of another journey on the edge of insanity is all too familiar 
The embryo of the chosen one is floating in suspended animation guided 
by the brain wave of the few who truly rule
One-eyed karma creatures have power over this world
What type of beings were the ancient ones?
They were haunted by the future
We chilled them to the bone with visions of what was to come and 
we're glad to die
I will be moving along
I will be gone
I will leave you a piece of my soul

© 2001 Roberto Oxidado. All rights reserved.