Posted in Uncategorized on 05/16/2007 07:40 pm by rbfbeerguy
Factions don’t bleed, but the youth does
Jeff Klepper
The stagnant bureaucratic right
Flexing their muscle always might
Juxtaposed to the populous who don’t want it
But they send the poor to die now they bought it
It’s not the meaning it’s all a charade
The faces and lies the great Middle East parade
Fact of the matter life doesn’t matter
Are we ruled by fear?
Life and death situations hold us down
Living is dying but who wants to live anyway?
Breaking down the status-quo ideals
Thrown down in oil fields, you feel it?
Representative of the fallen, but death is worth it?
Tell me is it worth it?
Send the kids out to play with a gun
Tell them it is worth it, nothings perfect
Progress is limited in a world where thoughts kill the poor
Now there is your war
Now there is the liberty, the blind and scared democratic kind
So believe in what you will
But don’t say the answer is in the dollar bills that they pass
Fiction can’t last
The thirst will overcome, the thirst will overcome
Posted in Uncategorized on 05/08/2007 07:05 am by rbfbeerguy
Isolation of A New Found Damnation: Rivers and Streams
Jeff Klepper
Present day recklessness is as formidable a foe as any
Unpleasant gestures from the pits of hell often frighten many
The horns sharp as razors and gray as cloud capture our imagination
Priest and man no longer understand that it is only our damnation
Forget the seas and Eurydice’s ample mind of thought
There are no answers in the waves or in the wars we have fought
Calming rivers twist like roads on eastern European lands
Those lively rapids which call our names are the only ones that understand
Posted in Uncategorized on 05/05/2007 02:45 am by rbfbeerguy
Irony in London Square: The Fortuneteller
Jeff Klepper
Regret the time you stood upon the rock and didn’t say a word
Or the night in London Square you looked at me without a care
Or when the rain came tumbling down and you just followed the herd
Carrying my bags to the lobby made it just right for you to be late and miss our flight
We stayed a month there after, and I found out the hard way when you never came home
Men from England are so often confused for intellectuals, but you refused to believe me
Better yet you confused the entire entanglement as a simple ending with a simple life
Except for the fact you lost what you meant in the beginning and your throats utterance
may have moved me except for the fact that thirst favors those with a thicker skin
A feverish panic a loss within