awakenings of a madman..
dawn's early risers
have brought me
from god's only thunder..
and so my gentle readers..
the story I have to tell..
was of a young man's journey
through the pits of hell..
drawing from an old man's mind..
chronic indulgences of the herbal kind..
mayhaps it was the tonic..
my dreams were very iconoclastic..
from my everso warped mind..
dreams of the big take over..
lucid so real and surreal..
it played out over and over..
and I couldn't wake up..
the sky had turned plastic..
purple air and the clouds were electric..
the end was near..I was holding hands..
with what I thought was a dear loved one..
and my fears were made real..
as I tossed and turned..
and my poor soul slowly burned..
banned from heaven's own gate..
when will I ever learn?
By Rick Weber
March 11, 2012
copywritten
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