Title: 'Weeping Memories' - Poetry and Art

Title: 'WEEPING MEMORIES' /Oils (From Set) - by Rev.Bola

'Weeping Memories' 

With the dying of time poets echo,
In the streets of discord memories breathe,
Under the cover of the mind the soul doth speak,
In the stillness of harmony where memories weep.

In the moonless dark, the old ones seek, 
Dis- establishment of guilt to defend the weak
Yet nought, was so valuable, throughout
As the cool-aid stains, which never came out
Or the hope, they could somehow, hide their doubt

Of green paper things, they've had their fill
My pocket and yours, adds much to the till
We like it or not, must contribute our share
To shaking that snow, right out of our hair

Like the object, of any desire
Let the acrid smoke inspire
Unlike the knife, that loves to cut
It won't make a puncture, in your gut

This web-like lust, would be no crime
Were it, but a mote, in the eye of time
  Like Latin, is language, but passed away
  With magic, the words,  all gone astray
Where to, for what, to find one day

Whether Wallet, Mallet, Mallard,
Or Walloon, Balloon, Bollard?
Life's ghastly problems, can be stubborn and hard
As the tide of time, flows relentlessly onward

Bronze face reveals little, of  the one within
Who sits alone with, green recycle bin
Quietly brewing, an escape from sin
  Mouth wide open, singing and sipping
  As notes hit the ceiling, bloody and dripping

'With the dying of time,  poets echo,
In the streets of discord, memories breathe,
Under the cover of the mind, the soul doth speak,
In the stillness of harmony, memories weep.'
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 Poetry by Rev.Bola A.
(copyright: 9.12.11 -ARR)
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