Poetic-Verses
t.rex
~~like a tyrannosaurus-rex
the little boy who wanted a little more than all the rest..
creeping around the corner of your life..
and looking through your bedroom window..
and watching you and your wife..
crosses painted on some wood..
a rusty nail planted through my wrist..
leaded paint never tasted so good..
the Klan of everlasting..
Of sympatico, shining into tomorrow..
Glue and rubber, a toothbrush stiffened
whisper pass through me into a newer kind
of religion, where and when the timekeeper
takes it upon himself to release all the
prisoners, for some will be visited by shadows
of darkness, for a little thing called sin..
and others will walk the path towards the light..
Fortunate are they, those who rise to the sky..
Crux upon the decision, a single rose..
held between my teeth..towering castles of
a mad imagination, talent wasted..
virtue is self-immolated, violence is painted
over, white washed sands etched and ached
and the winds are what remains, until the
next creation..
the end
by Rick Weber
June 10, 2015
copy rights reserved 2015 (c)
the little boy who wanted a little more than all the rest..
creeping around the corner of your life..
and looking through your bedroom window..
and watching you and your wife..
crosses painted on some wood..
a rusty nail planted through my wrist..
leaded paint never tasted so good..
the Klan of everlasting..
Of sympatico, shining into tomorrow..
Glue and rubber, a toothbrush stiffened
whisper pass through me into a newer kind
of religion, where and when the timekeeper
takes it upon himself to release all the
prisoners, for some will be visited by shadows
of darkness, for a little thing called sin..
and others will walk the path towards the light..
Fortunate are they, those who rise to the sky..
Crux upon the decision, a single rose..
held between my teeth..towering castles of
a mad imagination, talent wasted..
virtue is self-immolated, violence is painted
over, white washed sands etched and ached
and the winds are what remains, until the
next creation..
the end
by Rick Weber
June 10, 2015
copy rights reserved 2015 (c)
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