Wandering around in space thinking. I thought, what should I become next possibly a human on earth, so I gave it a try I dropped in some time ago with my friend Knutsford first of all we thought better try some clothes.
Bit silly being naked attracts too much attention so we fitted up and took a sneak around not so friendly really and the air, well, we had trouble adjusting our lungs. There were silly people sat on four wheels and some on two and some went round and round with peddles where could we rest we decided earth bushes oh and eat we had brought vitamin cubes and water packets.
As A Flea
A guest of everything owner of nothing human misconception falsely innate the setting stone ? of mans footprint as a flea upon earth. Family chains broken by death ? lonely ascension cosmically correct. My inner temple had to be the tiny spaceship I created vessel of mind overcame all joining restless blue lights dotting darting in milliseconds the great white brotherhood deep and safe from harm
I Am But A Guest
I am but a guest a guest upon phenomenon earth an Alien ? playground we are but toys see how we go, let them loose see how they fashion and fair left to there own devices evolving on the metaphysical wheel. Which happens to go round and around with a vault of collated emotions. That passes upon death oral tradition becomes image to laugh or weep upon we are full of sadness and occasionally moments of light we will die alone if we don’t join hands and minds in brotherhood on earth.