Ilusions i suppose

"hey come here",
he gasped out loudly,
his conversation would increase shortly.
I knew he'd speak of life and beauty,
as i drew back and pouted,
as was expected of course.  

"all the same boy,your a good kid,eat your veggies,go to school".
morals,oranges,descriptions i'de be thinking.
as he beckoned me closer with the wave of his hand.  

I'de love to stay and soak a little,as expected.
I drew closer to the light and truth that was spoken.  

never heard again,such a man to stop and wonder,
what possesed him of such brilliance,his everlasting touch of care,
and love,and comforting lies.  

cold,time,clocks i'de be thinking,
eager for the old man's promise.
"boy you've been a good christian or so i think,boy go to church.
your better off in the lord jesus's hands,boy you've got potential."  

"potential to worship soap"
I'de be thinking.  

his face grew pale.
i asked if i could grant one request.
no reply,i asekd once more then began the break out tunes,
(i dont know why,it would have been expected though).  

I asekd the man if he so heard them.
yet on reply none was spoken.
i knew the sage was happy.  

oh i'de love to give him a watch.
he's off to see that jesus of his.  

he concluded our conversation(as was expected of course),
with a coment none other than "tell my wife i love her".
this plauged my mind immensly.  

i thought,beautiful you,your god is with you now,
what more than youw ant,your wife is irrelevant to the pain in your head.
at this thought i withdrew my pistol,i had no pistol in hand,i had no knife,
i then cursed the devils which in the midst of god,
gave birth to your wife.  

such beauty in him indeed.
melt my bad thoughts as i wash away your face.
you'll be given no name in heaven,silly fool.
forgive me for being so plastic.
i hope your happy in your plastic bottle.  

his pretty words,his quotes from which the heavens spoke.
i curse his wife ,the devils hands.
god save us,he's thanked his wife for all the memories.
memories that you and i,god,have given to satan.  

oh god,jesus of the green pastures,or is it,
god of the green pastures.
give me power to impeach all that is good.
give me power to become thy enemy.
evil wife of yours i slay,
nevermore shall you praise your god.  

rise unto my domain of realization.
with a gasp of breath,and a wipre of tears i lifted the man from his velvet green chair.
from the moment i first held the man in my arms,
i knew i had skipped the brook.  

"i'll never talk to cheese again,and take these tears too seriously.
you've been a good slave,honest you have.
you need'nt do such harm to yourself.
you'r only a child my son.
give up your hatred,join god,
force,
repent,
hope,
your pretty words wont save you now,
lets never talk to cheese again shall we?"  

all the same,the old man was in my mouth in a matter of seconds,
dinner was coming on,i wasnt hungry,
i felt as if a bite of cheese would classify as comfort.  

buzz,beeps,LED,doors i'de be thinking.
i'de always get the best of myself.     

(C) by Evan