The Queen Helped Me to my Seat

 

 

Riding the White Horse

Black Mollies in the moonlight

White Horses racing through my veins

Asking the Waiter for More

 While Ceramic spoons floated By

Mollies in front of me Dragons to the rear

Pulling all niters putting on the Ritz

Yellow Jackets in my eyes

The Black and White held my gaze

Racing down cobblestone paths

Asking the Waiter More

Running into marques and neon lights

Mollies in front Dragon’s to the rear

Pulling all niters putting on the Ritz

Yellow Jackets in my ears

The King was riding my veins

The Queen had left for her winter retreat

Asking the Waiter for More

When the snowflakes were dancing the streets

Mollies to the front Dragon’s to the rear

Pulling all niters putting on the Ritz

Yellow Jackets in my ears

I fell out of my chair

I was left standing in the cold

Asking the Waiter for More

When the snowflakes left the streets

The Queen came back from her winter retreat

Mollie put on her Yellow Jacket and rode the dragon to the West coast

The Queen helped me to my seat

The day my music died

 

 Sitting watching the Eastern Sun

The Queen helped me to my seat

She tore the curtains that veiled MY eyes

From top to bottom

The day my music died

To look at the rays of Sonlight

@RFT 2019

KJV

51 And, behold, the veil of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom; and the earth did quake, and the rocks rent;

Khabouris Codex 3rd Century

27:51 And at once the veil ++ of the temple was rent in twain from
above to beneath; and the earth was shaken, and the rocks were riven

++ The faces of the gate. ( Thats me looking at you trying to get in the Garden, the face that is looking at you from the mirror.)

Boogie music has a pretty sound
It might even turn your head around
It might turn your head around
When I heard it on the radio
You know I fell out on the floor, I fell out on the floor

It can lift you up, it won’t drag you down
We’re talkin’ about music, sweet soul music
Once you get that feelin’, I bet you’ll never lose it
You can shake your head, and stomp your feet
Yeah you boogie to the music child, it can’t be beat

It will raise the dead child
It will make a blind man see
Well, if you listen to the boogie
You can all be free

Woodstock 1969-Canned Heat

Sometimes you have to boogie to lift your spirits.

 

You will see him in the darkness when his breath hits your eyes.  The Nature of Life in the Womb of Creation.

Peace and Quiet in Your Eyes

 Heaven

Male–Female

Raising the Dead

^

Men–<<<<<<Cross>>>>>You>>>–Men

^

Gods of Death

Good and Evil

Male and Female

Listen to Your Heart

 Garden

 Peace and Quiet

Guarded by

the

Old

“Rattlesnake King”

Hell on Wheels<>I<>Spearhead

Ist. Armoured Div