Hippie Dreams

Written by  on November 27, 2005 

 
Blowing in the mind going home
Sunshine Starshine Om
I sing the body of Walt Whitman
I breathe the mind of Allen Ginsberg
I revel in Joycian language landscapes
I take a trip on Cowboy Neal’s bus
I kiss Jimi Hendrix’s sky
I dance to the beat of Jack Kerouac
I space my time gratefully dying
I chase white rabbits
I read the news today, oh boy
I feel the poetry of Bob Dylan
I take a load off with the Band
I sympathize with the Devil
I roll with the Stones
I feel free with Cream
I turn turn turn with the Byrds
I let it be with the Beatles
I moondance with Van the mystical man
I talk with my head same as it ever was
I pearl jam my daily bread
I R.E.M. in my sleep
I politicize compassion
I am revealed in rhyme
I follow the Way and stay out of the way
I have everything and own nothing
I respect the musical wind
I eat the food of the gods
I am One with my brothers and sisters
I float on the pillow surreal
I dream the love that seems so real
 

Rob Chavez lives in Alexandria, Virginia with his partner Rich. He makes a living as a computer security engineer and likes hanging out with Rich at their cozy home, listening to classic rock music – particularly the Jefferson Airplane and Grateful Dead families, dancing, watching movies, writing poetry, studying metaphysics, spending quiet nights observing the heavens and smiling.

Category : Food For God