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A Sad Song For Angie

Jeff  Klepper

It dies as if it lived

The woman with fiberglass eyes

She sees the world through a bottles bottom

And makes believe the stars are her gown

She kisses the men she has never met each night

Than wakes up to a world so pristine

Yet, this lady is like no other, she is illuminate

Wild curls of strawberry cover her eyes as she drinks

The drops of sun pour out of her glassy complexion

She lights a room with a touch of a switch

Her mind turns like a turbine on full

The words mean nothing assembled her way

The sky sees her dance below as if it were so—

But alas, this doll, this failed soul, somehow missed out on the life she was sold

It is her disillusion with the truth that brought her to this state

But one knows better that to make God a liar—

Despite What You Know, God Knows Less

Jeff  Klepper

The ending of a crusade that was set for higher ground

Has come to the gates of the listless and profound

There never was a time when ages did not call

Upon the soldier-less armies that have died at beckon call

Alas, there are no children left to fight this holy war

Alas, there are no men fond of killing any more

Alas, there are no women for bearing assassins for sale

Alas, there is no God to fight this everlasting tale

The majesty of the setting sun is like the end of God—

The beauty so illuminate there will never be a day that man will not speak about his deliverance from the decay

Wrong Way In and Right Way Out

Jeff  Klepper

A learned man will never understand the conundrum of the Gods

He will transmit his disillusion just like the homeless facades

Vacancy of a reluctant kind is hovering in the clouds

Porous ground is easily found, amongst the level shrouds

The sun ignites a spectacle of intergalactic fantasy

Where symmetry is juxtaposed with godless fallacy

Here in space and out of Gods grace the emptiness is free

Free from hegemony of the greediest of the greed

Afar and lost in the shackle-less unknown it is often too far—

Far from obstructions to minds limitless star

Endless visions of galaxies unmet

The war is over, the virgin forgets

Darby’s Last Letter To Norfolk

Jeff  Klepper

To crown the self expected tower

Would be as disastrous as a flower clipped—

In air as if the wonder was still grave

The lining in our coffins basins wave

Divorce the matters marginal at best

From consequence of arguments of test

Liquidity in life last troubled grasp

Terrified worshipers praising god’s finest gaffe

It comes in council from present men’s words

Fierce lashings from sordid decriers birds

Crowing the coming of repetitive farce

That beats back progress and mans own worth

Unbeknownst to you, benevolent, yet true

We kill, to see just what we can be

They scream, “How dare we?”

As we be, as we be—

Blood Omen: The Buying Of A New Generations Consciousness

Jeff Klepper

Buy up property, intellectual and the lot

There is little that distinguishes the real and the not

Purpose is manufactured in weakened social factories

Life is meaning without the small print faculties

Scrutinize the many that happen upon the truth

It is the only way we can battle against the abundance of proof

So much meaning; so much arbitrary cadence

Brought to us by the collective consciousness’ impatience

We know better than to play in haunted castles

It is a tale we wove centuries ago when life was short

Now it prolongs itself with unnatural means

A devil in white clothing altering our genes

We persevere despite our ends own torturous guise

A death so elusive we will never realize—

It is all the same to those with no heart

God’s love is a love that is no longer art

The artist is smart enough to leave well enough alone

Torture is the artistry that has served King’s thrones

Blood is the vehicle for capturing imaginations

Civility trapped in mans own ghastly vampirifications

Cavalcades of gore are to come in time

The sound of amorous and daunting time

It will bleed our minutes and devour our consciousness

Till infinite beasts swallow our altered deviances

The Architect: Time
Jeff Klepper

Time; stops and rebuilds empires
Tears apart lovers and makes men liars
It capitulates the lowly to fame
Than crushes their dreams once again

It defeats the powerful and immortal
The cowardly and the primordial
With accuracy and contempt
As if death was heaven sent

Throw a stone into times ocean
One would see radical commotion
From wars, famine, and God’s death
Till existence itself becomes bereft

Only out in space is there a place of permanence
Where the whirlwinds splatter seconds across the universe—

Then, there, is where this concept lives free; and flutters onward in its vast eternity