sometimes you have to look death in the eye--
face to face..
and send it to Hell..
where it belongs..
sometimes laughter can be seen through the window pane..
Often times I'm mistaken for my tears mix well with the rain..
for with every coin and with every season..
the one thing that is certain is change..
It collects in my pocket..
sometimes I forget about it..
from the ground up and in between..
the spaces in time..
fate is decided for better or for worse..
sometimes it's good..sometimes it's bad..
what we all like and what we all must have..
for my Devil's..they keep my Angel's company..
and sure enough..it's darkest just before you see the light..
feelings of inadequacy, pain and tragedy..
really a fool's game of vanity..
or is someone or something trying to reach out to me?
conscience awareness freewill and suspense..
It's been said..
your emotions pull the strings to your soul..
so I dance for my maker..Japetto..
for aren't we all just made out of wood?
little more than saw dust on the killing floor..
By Rick Weber
November 29, 2013
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