the moments gone now..
passing and oh so very fleeting..
the sparks of fireflies..
and the gentlemanly and well meaning
to catch the drift of the oceananic sunken ship..
you see the drips of sunshine and rainbows tide..
fell over the broken palace of kindness and malace..
for such are the ways of unconsciencable shyness and sin
falling over the boundries tripping over realities..
and disguising oneself as a human being..
amongst the carniverous soul eating indwellings..
to save the soul a most gargantuan task..
seems to me..like everyones after my a**..
so lie to me..smile to me..
make it all sound so yummy and good..
force it right thru my head..
you'll know me by the colour red..
bleeding from my eyes..the madonna..she cries..
so hurry up..take flighted wings of fancy..
make it to the church on time..
By Rick Weber
December 4, 2011
copywritten
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