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If I stared too strong
into the glass of those who held
out their arm, and invited me to
come a little bit closer to the Sun
of God, perchance I spilled the coughing
syrup all over the pages of time to borrow
my salad days without the words to say,
"I love you.."~~would you lend me some
of your valuable time, I'm in need of
some simple if not terse nursing rhyme..
Blind me with the truth..and tell me
more lines, spoken through a broken tooth..
Truth isn't beautiful, it's the same as time..
both end up killing the moment..Beauty is
subjective, to the subject in question..
If superstition is a kind warning..
On your bottle of medicine..and grass
was made for grazing by animals on the farm..
and Herb was just another guy's name..
then the meat that you eat..was bred
to be killed, and the bread that you eat..
goes quite well with cereal..characteristic
of man's vanity, to give rise to nothing
that really matters..intent to keep
you frothing at the mouth..make believe
that what you do..has some kind of fortress
that you can hide in and out of..
~~the end, is just the beginning..
by Rick Weber
September 1, 2015
copy right reserved 2015 (c)
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into the glass of those who held
out their arm, and invited me to
come a little bit closer to the Sun
of God, perchance I spilled the coughing
syrup all over the pages of time to borrow
my salad days without the words to say,
"I love you.."~~would you lend me some
of your valuable time, I'm in need of
some simple if not terse nursing rhyme..
Blind me with the truth..and tell me
more lines, spoken through a broken tooth..
Truth isn't beautiful, it's the same as time..
both end up killing the moment..Beauty is
subjective, to the subject in question..
If superstition is a kind warning..
On your bottle of medicine..and grass
was made for grazing by animals on the farm..
and Herb was just another guy's name..
then the meat that you eat..was bred
to be killed, and the bread that you eat..
goes quite well with cereal..characteristic
of man's vanity, to give rise to nothing
that really matters..intent to keep
you frothing at the mouth..make believe
that what you do..has some kind of fortress
that you can hide in and out of..
~~the end, is just the beginning..
by Rick Weber
September 1, 2015
copy right reserved 2015 (c)
0136
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