Kneel down
before the profit
not the clown
Floating in a dream
as if all gravity
left..and there's
no choice..just
flying to the sky
And the nature of
one's own thought
is to run and hide
Climb on the back
just relax..people
sing about what
brings them closer
to that making charm
and emotional pivoting
response an enlighten
your mind with a gentle
dose of vibration,
sound conclusion..pull
the strings of my
mental allusion and
toy with my confusion
You had me at my
weakest and layed
me down on a wreath
of custom made cloth
and my overcoat was
of many colours and
I journeyed through the
portal of tambourine
And people sing
with Life and style
What is real..is
just a lie..Subtle
tracings and simple
erasings washed and
clean..tickle my
subconsciousness with a
butterfly suicide
and reincarnate my
vision of sweet and
candlelite malnutrition
Feed my soul with some
refreshment of light
and so much love
Faces pass me by
Wanting to hear and see
Waving goodbye..
The time is up..
Next step angels wings
Harps and feelings
of Angels near bye
My spirit guide calls
me..My selfishness
is for pleasing my
mistress of high handed
and lofty absorbtation
So ride the wave
Right into the heart
of the matter..No more
want..fly into the
sun..you done and
left behind so many
broken minds..
By Rick Weber
May 19, 2011
copywritten
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