Sewn together, like silver thread
laced in-between the reality of the moment..
And then the moment slips away from you..
No matter how hard we try to hold it..
Pass judgement pass gas and try not to scold it..
Everybody's doing it..a black Pepsi put into my mouth..
And the birds today are my friends, as long as I keep feeding them
my left over bread..
Vigorously contemptuous, often soft padded and luxurious..
Oh, the things that come out of my mouth..
Spirit of the willing, fleshy earthy contentment..
Creatures of sensation..if I like what I do I don't see any harm doing it..
Pay the price and seize the moment..
A beggar today, a prince remembered to ask her to stay a little while longer..
Pretend that in keeping with one's needs, you must ask yourself a simple question..
"Will we see the Sun come out tomorrow..will the skies be blue and the grass always be green in the summer..?"
For the willingness of vanity and static superficiality..
To build upon a temple, a mountain, and secure a place in the pages of some forgotten lore..
Where memory, we hope, still lives on--Even though we won't..~~the end
by Rick Weber
May 25, 2014
2115 hours
copy rights reserved 2014
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