Posted in Uncategorized on 09/24/2007 04:34 am by rbfbeerguy
Here is what we came for; Here is what we got left to Give
Jeff Klepper
Reflexive as moon shimmer and gritty as nights flare
Comes a time when we must learn to exist amongst the despair
Wishing wells wishing for wishing well dreams
While all the while concocting new directions for streams
As the days blur together like the moon against the day
We pretend to see nothing when there is nothing left to say
But gather courage for the nights not quite gone
And we have darker hallways to explore before we are done
The caverns of low lit rock and shale cleverly entombs mans greatest tale
It is quite simply, serpent meets woman and woman betrays mans: perfect fable
But look at its morbidity in candle lit rooms that manufacture scriptures of old
To beguile ones own notions that some how we all will be taken back into the fold
Just breathe in slow and savor every bit of the latest tricks and trends
Because oligarchies have crashed and burned leaving us with much less friends
So behave as if you know that skin you wear is your own personal suit of armor
Patch the opening on your chest and be sure to arm every last able bodied farmer
In just a few short days the heavens will silence their lies and the war will take on its own broader sense of the surprise
Posted in Uncategorized on 09/19/2007 11:21 pm by rbfbeerguy
Candid Lights on The Darkest Nights
Jeff Klepper
Obscurity in day is scarcity in nights open mouth
Curiosity killed the cat but we cannot help but head south
There is no weight in nature neither is there relief in society
Foreclosures are rising but there seems to be no cure for propriety
Banish the eyes of the worlds spell-casters that idle like engines past
Forgiving is a cautious way of leaving the best for last
Let it be cold on the nights most bright and dark on those so dim
Portraying the client man as triumphant is more foolish than him
Posted in Uncategorized on 09/11/2007 05:14 pm by rbfbeerguy
Every American feels somewhat tied to this eventfull day 6 years ago. I myself look at this day as way of reevaluating the direction of where as a country we are headed. I know most of you who read my writing understand I am very unimpressed with the expertise of the political system to reinvent humanitys worth as of right now. Maybe it is the lack of digging deeper, and possibly there is an answer to this prehistoric thinking in the so called “modern age”. But really what is so modern about the state of our country? Do we really have anything to boast about? Anything to hold on to? Or are we just patterns in a consuming panic? These ideas seem to be broad and spacious to the American psyche. But these are the last things we have on our mind. But do we need the sun to tell us it is day, obviously not. So lets just look forward to the reinvention of the American experience. Thought is not dead, it is just in a holding pattern, that hopefully we can somehow turn into something more than neutral inventions of the mind. We can help ourselves by reinventing our attitudes towards the friends we keep and the ones we have yet to make. There is still time for everything as long as we have our minds on open instead of idle. Anyhow here is hoping Giuliani does not get elected. And we somehow get a rogue independent mind in office. Unlikely but stranger things have happened. It will be a while till November. Mahalo. Stay strange.
Posted in Uncategorized on 09/11/2007 04:59 pm by rbfbeerguy
“Life†as a household name
Jeff Klepper
The lift in spirits of sister realms
Feverish winds cover the ships helms
Where chains that bind fasten liberty
Factualism in fraudulent fraternity
Threats from phantom nations call
Disappearing as if they are a ghost in fall
Levy the tax on the heart of man
Foreign fashionistas extorting the plan
Temperamental slaves of fortunes doom
Will become facades for undeniable gloom
For math and science clash in heavens den
God never envisioned this outcome for men
Posted in Uncategorized on 09/02/2007 05:05 am by rbfbeerguy
Dark Rooms and Sudden Spells of Euphoric Bliss
Jeff Klepper
In the dark there is no sky just twinkling eyes that flash and die
But do as they do and cower away for freedom is quite passé
Those days of triumph and bouts of fame trickle down economics now miles away—
We see with optics so failed so true, that casual sex is just casual too
Presentation is all there is; a pretext for why Santa Claus just is
But hospices exist with ripening skin as childhoods memories epitomize sin
There is no color which is neutral anymore, for all we have become are consumer whores
Tooth decay and penicillin to justify another cold war, but silicon proves we just need more
Divorce ourselves from love itself just to provide proof of ownership and spread the wealth
There is no beginning to the illness and crass; for no man is innocent despite his own craft
Filter the message it is now loud as can be, without tradition there can be no instability
Grant the ones with persuasive tongues your heart to keep until there is none
For they may be the living dead; but till we pass that chasm let the emptiness be fed
Posted in Uncategorized on 09/01/2007 04:40 am by rbfbeerguy
The Songbirds Whistle
Jeff Klepper
If phantom sightings in the bell tower above
Are the markings of miscues taken in love
Then likely the instance will happen again
To unfold like a napkin on the lap in the den
Where jovial regality feast on game hen
Never thinking twice about the invisible pen
That man is trapped in, like a caged finch upon the window sill
Sitting there so awkwardly alone and questioning his will
Gathered not from his loneliness to fly with his match
Rather to sit in a wire fortress instead of eating berries from a patch
No, the singing birds never do reach the tune they set out to make
Instead they flutter softly being more than careful not to awake
For if they do they know the seriousness of their fault
To live aware is more unfair than to lock the soul in a vault