By DeanPeter : OH, how I’ve seen it coming.........should a ran ....n’ kept on a runnin’

What’s up with you .....boy, you aint being yerself.....r. are ya? Yer not joking much these days, – ta be quite honest there fella....Iv’e expected yer ol’e ways

What change has set about, these things you do ...without a dout?

How to compare ...the stare.... the silence........what to do ...

To replace the violence, don’t even go there,, or when we through rice

Can you say and feel you must have come far.....but look..... just take a peek..

At just where you are, a glimpse , an idea, a measure device...don’t

think twice, once will suffice!

take yet the inventory of life’s secret room, the one where we store

our car keys..... by our brooms....all those memories

we may consume yet, NEVER comprehend... the weight ... the sheer weight of the structures....the scent of her perfume...Then.... and only then, with that, experiences behind our present,

do we embark..........once more

Reality says "dig into this as a volunteer of the willing", seams not only borderline,

but sounds quite insane... yet we all must complete this, for life to be fulfilling and not so mundane....comes the one and only ......October rain


rain so hard , it’ll feel like ya burst....into a billion little pieces,

wishing ya hadn’t the first, but , simultaneous as this wall erects, it totaly ruins the old ones effects ...takes from it it’s power, little-by- little, hour -by -hour, until we

find ourselves shouting aloud "Please bretheren!...please! have no Fear..no Fear," is what I now hear....this is the day your holy comforter shall appear and manifest it’s self into your being, and a one true you....all others will be seeing, and , yet somewhat confused


In countless ways you’ll know this as truth, cuz you’ve experienced your alpha ...

Way back in your youth. And KNOW this is neither the time -r - the place. Just simply a time for you to say Grace. And be grateful for the power within, the Powers to heal, and no longer sin

Now, then, this is a power in which we must abide, tossing all other idols and mascots aside, for this IS the power of an October rain, to what we understood it to be from our life’s pains. And that truth and wisdoms are all that remain....once we seperate up and ascend from this plane.

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