Singing songs
for the joys
to be put wrong
Sun and shadows
Moonbeams and stars
an umbrella opened
up even unto Mars
A tickle with a feather
a stab with a knife
Tell me dear
What would you
remember?--
Touch death with a
gentle countenance
Embrace Life to
it's most fullest
Firm feet walk
on solid ground
There is no sin
When love is
all around..
The song I sing
has a rhythm
all it's own
It was born
on a dusty road
Where the sun
never sets
And the blind eye
can't see
What we do
When we're sitting
behind the shade tree
And the thoughts
that keep this
pen flowing
Are somewhat becoming
A perversion of sorts
From a sick and
gentle mind..only
to discover--
It was you..
all the time..
When I looked into
the mirror and
saw a reflection
of sea and sunshine
Voices came calling me
Sirens of lust
and souless agonies
Wreckage and useless lumber
The sea salt burnt my mouth
I begin to sink into the merky depths
Breathing in water..You took my hand
And made me free again..only to
discover..Many journeys are made
looking in the glass
seeing the angles and
beams..how they all
seem to criss-cross..
step on through
come inside..
Nevermind the sick
yet sweet suicide..
so it is..with
liquid sunshine..
a sweet taste on
your lips..
turned bitter and sharp
as glass..Affactation
brings about a certain
fascination..and joy
to my eyes..
So here's your trip
without any unneeded
baggage..Sans reality
and a single tear drop
in your eyes..wipe away
the memories..like so
many lies..where am I?
By Rick Weber
April 29, 2012
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