Posted in Uncategorized on 11/30/2007 12:49 pm by rbfbeerguy
Husbandry to the third degree
Jeff Klepper
It has to be the sudden movement in the air as it sparks into fire
The delivery truck was late today and now I will never know the liar
The one who told me that I am now divorced and only thirty three
When does it change and become something worthwhile for me
I had no clue the closing act had me falling on the knife face first
If I knew for certain then I surely would have always preferred a Hearse
But jesters are there for hilarities flair and no single man can break his chain
For that single moment when singularity is at its peak one finds his own disdain
Within himself buried underneath the shelf that he balanced his elementary books
Where no other woman nor love can find a barrier so strong or faint at first look
Then again the doctor calls it terminal when one finds himself innumerable and lost
When lost is found and found is only the predicate of a predecessor unknown
Am I already someone with a verdict to deceive or may I beg for your thirsty reprieve
One which sets me free from doubt and knows what love is all about
That sudden urge to defy the stars and no longer be bound by earth and mars
When singular static becomes pragmatic and never again do we question life
For that moment on do we sing that song of something worthy of a husband’s strife
Posted in Uncategorized on 11/28/2007 12:45 am by rbfbeerguy
Unusual French Cuisine: Rebellion
Jeff Klepper
Paris burns tonight like it has before
The inequality rampant and our children say “no moreâ€
But live in the moment and see the fires consume the skyline
There is a boiling point for everyone no matter how much wine
Poor or rich, the world pulls back when it is condemned
It is just reflexes acting in physics own continuum
Acknowledge the pain before it passes—
The skyline is lit just like African savanna grasses
Posted in Uncategorized on 11/23/2007 10:13 pm by rbfbeerguy
Corridors We Should Have Seen Before: Neptune’s Net In Scared Oceans
Jeff Klepper
Masterpieces manipulate the mainstream artistic digestion
The hemisphere is tilting towards the stars in a more than honest progression
Forget the history of stripped down warfare and biblical dreams
One should know better than to ford rivers when there are shallow streams
But boredom facilitates these imaginary situations that contradict our being
For man is caustic in nature and promotes hearsay as opposed to seeing
Gold mines flooded with retroactive miners looking for the treasures we have lost
As day enters twilight we all become soldiers of fortunes unstable cost
The odyssey began long ago but the ships continue to cover routes tride and true
So begins the pattern of egocentrism as a manipulation of projections far and few
But inner peace in the 21st century is as plausible as the currents of time changing directions
Worldly apparitions are scarce but true so be mindful of transparent reflections
Posted in Uncategorized on 11/21/2007 05:17 am by rbfbeerguy
News Reels and War Driven Economy: The American Eco-System
Atomic words radiate more than radiant rays
Films may show horror but horror parades
Still lit rooms with rounded furniture sit empty
While cash-cow corporations extort us plenty
Rather than hang our heads we hang our heroes
From the tallest rafters till once again, we are left with zeros
Hovering over us like fallout from radioactive decay
The hush is unsettling but the hush does persuade
No life, no sound, just cataclysmic waves of fortune
That speaks to us like Nagasaki in greater proportion
Hear it now brethren? Be advised to flee–
Empires fall faster when convinced they are a democracy
Posted in Uncategorized on 11/16/2007 11:19 pm by rbfbeerguy
Fables that set even the darkest rooms ablaze
Jeff Klepper
Is life just unalterable involuntary propriety?
Manufactured as if no common thing can be the death of me.
But it is, as is, once was and will continue to be.
For no mention of god and his trivial divinity has ever been so sullen.
They bend like branches to the northern winds of pastoral remembrance of long ago.
There should be no nod to consequence for never does the pope repent.
No never do we hear a quiet moan of forgiveness from those who plead divine.
Rather we hear the echo of threats from cemeteries and arcane hallways
Yes, divinity is what it set out to be and still remains a constant reminder of its failure
Humanity will fall just like it always has, in scripture, reality, and fable.