metal and posies
the meat of the matter
the heart and soul
the games that people play
sweet angels oh such foulness
why did life have to end up this way?
Pride in one's namesake, with a head
full of laughter and soft light
Where did you all go to?
Empty nest, all the birds flew the coup..
Such is the way I suppose
We all get hurt by good intentions
or naught..Everyone wants to be on top..
I would say more, but that would take
an effort on my part..
What's been said is likened to an
ocean, where all the bottles thrown in,
just have to be broken..
Well, metal and posies,
a flower..oh so red, when you pass
some electricity through it
it begins to form a weld..
Take my advice,"Once you're dead..
you're dead.."
~~the end~~
By Rick Weber
June 1, 2013
copywritten
2013
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