They’re there, there close by, suspended

I can see them I can hear them I can smell their scent

I want them I beg them to come closer but they stay where they are

Distracted silent, clinging together

They’re suspended truths

As they come closer, they brush by, lightly and your body is filled with pleasure

A privilege, a rare luxury, an unexpected surprise

Few people can perceive them, very few, a rare few but they exist

Intermediate beings is what my dear friend, a singer, calls them

Universal People is what I called them in a jingle for a radio station

Suspended souls on the outskirts of reality bodies here souls elsewhere

Inter-dimensional travelers sense seekers from other worlds looking for new traces of light

And energy to give never stopping always moving sometimes resting

Among hidden truths

Those that maybe we will never discover

We’re the followers those who believe those who love

Those who suffer and me and God, my God

Everyone has their own personal one a secret one, sometimes

Questions that have no answers

Answers that have no words, no exclamation points

Pleasures of the soul, deep, very deep

No coffee, no cigarettes, no sleeping pills or stimulants

Just I, alone with them

The suspended truths

Suspended inside of me and out, suspended inside of you and out

Suspended all around us in a world that rocks us to sleep ever so cunningly narcotically

And everyone else they’re human too

They’re the ones who pretend they don’t see them

Those who want to scream them out, but can’t

Those who are afraid or guilty or sorry but, then again they’ve always been around

Here, there, everywhere among us among you among them always the same ones the holy ones

With the long robes that carry little books filled with rules, verses and commandments

The powerful ones, managers, global drug pushers

Secret technologies, viruses & microchips to turn your brain into a credit card slaves

And overlord businessmen, art critics, lovers with no love, brides with no bridegrooms

Husbands with no wives

A never ending procession through the streets of the world

Every one seeking power-pleasure thinking it’ll be so easy to find but, then

They’re never satisfied, practically insatiable, with unquenchable senses

Pleasure hungry for more pleasure, pleasure never satisfied till the next bite

Then the next and the next

Vacant stares, pettiness, fake smiles, hypocrisy, hidden words between the lines

The suspended truths slip farther and farther away

The truth will set you free says an underground writer, maybe it’s true

I practice it all the time often at night, daytime too

I do it with everyone not only with those I love

I know I will not betray you

I know will not be betrayed, that’s all I really need in this dimension and I hold it close

It’s dark on the way home

I’m on the bus from NY to Amagansett

My eyes keep closing like when I was a little kid so tired after spending a day at the beach

I used to fall asleep on the backseat of my uncle Mario’s car during the drive back home

Probably when the moment comes dying will be the same a sweet trip from here to there

To some other place. where to catch new suspended truths and meet you again

One more time my love

Please don’t stop Universal People

Please don’t stop Universal People

Please don’t stop Universal People

Please don’t stop Universal People

Please don’t stop Universal People

Please don’t stop Universal People