To David
         From a Young American

         "Nothing's gonna change my world"
         "Nothing's gonna change my world"

Sing Lennon,...David.
Make fantasy live...greater
Than Reality.
Reality...imagination's Cold...stagnant...sterile...
Failure.
Sing, O Holy Priest,
Sing conceptual vibration
Of the Church of Rock...
Rock... the electric incubator
Of Soul...
Shake loving ten thousand
Into one.
New Holy Communion of
Primal unity
Screaming out life.
Human life.
Street life.
And the culture of now
Paves the path...hated...,
But inevitably followed.
Even the sleepers are compelled
By truth law...for survival
Feed upon its
Substance.
Truth...infinities conceptual
Foundation glue of perceptual
Integrity.

As the wild eyed boy from Freecloud
Spreads his madness
And Tommy becomes a star,
The dream becomes more
Real.
Tell, John, it was never over.
But just making a transition
A reality conversion of the
Realization that,...it has
Just begun. So, sing Lennon, David,
Sounds of laughter shades of life
Are ringing through my opened ears
Inciting me and inviting me
Limitless undying love, which shines
Around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on
Across the universe.

Blessing us with spinning flames
Of vibration baptism.
Unifying us, shoving us
Through the void.
Shielding us from its
Darkness.
Shock open eyes to know
When the journeys
Through...
Rock and Roll Shamen
Of eternal changing
Permanence called
Music,
Protect the cosmic dancer
Whose pulsating stomp contortions
Shakes imagination
Free.
Let the electric storyteller
Fertilize the collective
Virgin brainwith seeds
Of new Myth.
So sing Lennon,...David
Sing til Goliath is
Be-headed.

© 4/9/75
Stevon Lucero