" Paper Roses
Paper Roses
Oh how real those roses seem to be
But they're only imitation,
Like you imitation love for me "
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Circumnavigating the blue earth, I survey the celestial splendour above and below
from within my silver machine, as I race with the speed of a bullet through eternity
I am content to be a child of heaven, pointing out vociferously towards the stars
the man in the moon is my best friend, as I drink in the sulphurous milky way
from this vantage point, I can see the utter folly and recklessness of man
hell bent on eliminating the harvest of mother nature
as their narcissic egos brush up against death
blind and oblivious they are to their own deceit and manipulation
I enter another entry in my worn and thumb marked journal
" Too bad they put all their money in stocks and shares "
they will find out one day too late, they were really meant to share
how quickly the fallen star has corrupted their hearts
and turned them away from the one who ransomed his life
I pause, and take another sip of rich grenadier
lost in the maelstrom of time and circumspect
weightlessness teaches me what goes up, must come down
lets see what crumbs of comfort may be left behind
when all is said and done
and mankind has had its reckless fun and play
as I plot a realigned course away from the asteroid belt
zipping through Van Halen's into outer space
I feel a warm and satisfying glow within
perpetual silence and infinity lie ahead
streaming through the corridors of infinity
leaving hell far behind me in my wake
like a stroboscope, pictures and memories whirl before me
recurring dreams that I know off by heart
just what is the cryptic message I still have to decipher
are you like me, washed up on the shores of sentimentality and affection
though sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind,
a dichtomy yes, but nevertheless very true
don't be concerned with your make up,
that's just the way you are made
you have to make the best of what you have got
and now as the solar flares light up the galaxy of my mind
I rest my weary head on my alchemist's pillow
and the sandman sprinkles my cabin with magic dust
and when I awaken, I will open that door marked love for you
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
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Birgit and Roger
Thank you!!
Thanks for the free trip to the moon...lol!!
Love Tinka
TRASK
Truly, one of your best. Powerful write, inspiration from on High...beautiful. Saving this one--thank you.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Sage
leaving hell far behind me in my wake
Sounds fabulous, Astronaut; Travel On!
eT