Poetic-Verses
Faul Guy~~
love is for taking..
love is for asking, why and where have you been all my life..
the spirit walking, is leading the dead into the fate of fire
and the lake of desire is cracked open into the sky above me..
and so we, meaning you and me, take hold of each others hand
and dive deep into the looking glass..priestly man, in a cloak of white..
leads the procession, past the street and into a church, a clutch
a gag reflex and knee jerk reaction..the mortician, my he looks nice today..
the body, the soul has left him, and so we must bless him, by holding hands
above his helm..and finally, the grave digger, for he must till the soil,
~~the clueless, and those in the know, perhaps only a handful care to take notice..
but, hey, it's only rock n roll..the money, the screams of children..
the nervous tension, a slight turn of events, an impostor, an angry drive..
a prostitute, and a lie turned into truth..magic works because you want to be fooled..
a need to believe, because of a fear of the unknown..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
November 2, 2015
copy right reserved 2015(c)
0005 hours
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love is for asking, why and where have you been all my life..
the spirit walking, is leading the dead into the fate of fire
and the lake of desire is cracked open into the sky above me..
and so we, meaning you and me, take hold of each others hand
and dive deep into the looking glass..priestly man, in a cloak of white..
leads the procession, past the street and into a church, a clutch
a gag reflex and knee jerk reaction..the mortician, my he looks nice today..
the body, the soul has left him, and so we must bless him, by holding hands
above his helm..and finally, the grave digger, for he must till the soil,
~~the clueless, and those in the know, perhaps only a handful care to take notice..
but, hey, it's only rock n roll..the money, the screams of children..
the nervous tension, a slight turn of events, an impostor, an angry drive..
a prostitute, and a lie turned into truth..magic works because you want to be fooled..
a need to believe, because of a fear of the unknown..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
November 2, 2015
copy right reserved 2015(c)
0005 hours
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