I can neither confirm nor deny--
Accuse nor confess..
The difference between
the biffed barb of a devil..
Nor the gossamer wings of an angel..
The difference between night and day..
The good I feel--
The pain of what seems real..
The evil discontent of limited boundaries..
So far and yet so near..
Never enough time in the day..
Not long is our stay..
Here then gone in the wink of an eye..
Mortality betrays us..
Such as sand through the hour glass..
The reaper laughs and leaves behind him
a trail of bitter tears..
What lays in the balance?
The goodness of your heart..
And what measurement is used to gain..
the reward in the hereafter..heaven on Earth?
The mountains so high and the valleys so deep..
Is there treasure to be found in what others
might call sin?
Invent me a life--where I can do no wrong..
Guaranteed or your money back..
sorry no c.o.d.'s--
It's funny..all of our worries
don't amount to a hill of beans..
We work and slave away and in the end--
For who and for what time has it's way..
Chasing a vaporous dream that's always out of reach..
Somnambulistic and in a trance-like state..
Sincerity from a polite slave..
Instant gratification..
give me the convenience my soul doth crave..
Always wanting more..
You're a little girl and I'm a bigger boy..
And I just got the last toy in the store..
If you want to play with me..
You've got to follow me..
and do as you're told..
Love me without question--
Here's your blindfold..
Ecstasy can easily be found
on most any channel..
It's the right-side of my mind,
oh so preternatural..
Salvation is starvation, I can see your
soul needs penetration..
Please do come inside..
Before you catch your death a cold..
Sorry you can't stay for tomorrow is
another day or so they say..
"To each their own.."
Time has it's way..
~~the end
By Rick Weber
February 14, 2014
copy rights reserved 2014
1930hrs
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