You're startin to feel lonely, the guilt is settin in, it's changing,
you're only so strong as you portray, and now it's fading-
into a red bubbling mess, boiling, rearranging
into something new, indestructible and its paying-
for the consequences, this guilt has no sympathy for dating-
whether it's hells best friend, and heaven's clever liar
it's all about the thoughts, the ones that take the time creating-
a poisonous kiss, Snow White's apple, her curious desire-
so sudden yet expected, this obvious satire-
of a mess, a disaster, it's not only killing a fair maiden
but all of the minds involved in this strange iced fire-
one that's about to be put out, and the red apple can trade in-
for the lingering premonition, you've been regretting
cause nothing can be far worse than simply neglecting.
And The Rose Said This To Me...
by Rick Rucker
I was talking to the Rose I held in my hand,
A long-stemmed red Rose, perhaps the fairest in the Land,
You see, I was a bashful guy, who really never knew,
'Bout the Power of the Rose, and the things that it could do.
I poured my Heart out, there were Tears involved,
I had serious issues, many of them unresolved.
As I prattled on, trying to talk, not whine,
I told the Rose, it took a tragedy, for me to grow a spine!
I went on and on, 'til something I detected,
The Rose was talking back to me, wholly unexpected!
The Rose offered to help me, like it had for others too,
If I would give a lovely Rose to Someone just like You,
That I would be rewarded by a big old juicy kiss,
Finally, The Red Rose also told me this,
In order to not Build your House of Love on shaky sand,
Never meet Your Love without a red Rose in your Hand!
I'm steeped in the rage
of a bloody Red Rose
but I never sleep,
a Protestant of Arousal
condemmed to be burned
by the red rose lips
of Lancastrian Princes
and I cringe,
bartering blood against honeyed tongues
for scraps of faith in myself.
An old childhood chum named Red Booker
Fell in love and was married to quite a looker
She caused men to stare
But ole Red didn't care
Because everywhere she went, he took her!
Ogre so hideous
It stands firm
As if sedated
By her seductive charm
This fiendish giant
Of a fairy tale past
Down in the sewer
Is it one of their last
Is it here for a reason
Spawning new life
Luring this maiden
To it's ogreish strife
With it's monster hand
Her thigh it brushes
Intake of air
Her heart rushes
For in her hand
She grasps a red rose
And holds it aloft
In the ogres eyes, glows
It metamorphoses
Before her eyes
The red rose lies dead
The maiden cries
She lifts her head
In tear laid-en see
A handsome man
Stands in front of she
This fairy tale ogre
Had a hidden past
Being spell bound and cast
Not one of it's last
They climb from the sewer
Daylight is reached
Hail the red rose
Natures powers reach
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