Post by Tom on Oct 16, 2007 11:58:16 GMT 6
Cycle of the Sun
Tom
Old Sol was warm and out a lot,
Georgie was on a walk,
From the hill where he stayed,
Was sniffing flowers by the road,
His favorite spot he played,
A drunk driver came shooting by,
Who drank and drove a lot.
The colorful flowers,
Had spots of red,
That was Georgie's favorite bed,
Red adds beauty people said,
But not today.
The vet told the Williams,
Georgie would live,
But would do no more,
Than whimper and crawl,
Not much of a life for a dog and all,
But the Williams said,
They would give and give,
And never put him down,
Old Sol sank his sunset with a worried frown.
It was on a cold and cloudy night,
When little Sarah Williams,
Was not born quite right,
Gave the doctors quite a fright,
Her care was an awful sight,
She needed care day and night,
Joe and Sue took her home.
Sarah could not talk much,
Could not walk much,
Could not do much,
Georgie and Sarah became best of friends,
Kind of thing that never ends.
Sue Williams up on their far away hill,
Loved her bed of flowers,
Could stare at them for hours.
Joe Williams was wound tight as a spring,
When he came home each night,
Trouble was,
The spring would only wind so tight.
Twisted to its limit finally it went clink,
To ease the pain he had a drink,
He needed more,
To drink and drink.
A thunder storm with lightning,
Was cold and howled and blew,
Joe blamed Sue,
For letting Georgie out to walk,
And for having Sarah not her best,
Would beat Sue half to death,
Whiskey and whipping would not halt,
It was his only rest.
He threw the empty whiskey bottles out,
Into Sue's flower bed,
They became a pile in the yard,
The flowers became dead.
Heaven from pain wept cold rain,
Sue held a bottle of whiskey to the sky,
Drink for authority over pain,
Sue screamed at the tears,
Wept from heaven high.
Then late on a dark and moonless night,
Joe's drunken stupor on the floor,
Sue dragged him to the bottle pile,
And beat him with the whiskey bottles,
'Till his heart did beat no more.
Then put the corpse beneath,
Many a bottle,
Where it would rot,
Become putrid a lot.
Every day she whipped,
Georgie and Sarah with a belt,
'Till it tore to pieces,
And Sarah would ask,
"Mommy, do you love Jesus?"
Sue would yell,
"What difference if Jesus I love?
I've got authority from heavens above."
And the neighbors said,
"There's abuse on Williams' far away hill,
Beyond measure,"
Then each went away in secrete,
To enjoy private abusive pleasure.
Old Man Winter came,
With lots of sleet and ice,
Sue Williams thought of something,
She thought was really nice.
Took Georgie and Sarah out,
Into the back yard,
Made Sarah watch,
While she took some bottles,
And pounded Georgie hard,
He tried to whimper and crawl away,
But soon just still he lay.
Sarah cried,
"Mommy, do you love Jesus?"
"I'll show you love!" snarled Sue,
And threw Sarah on the bottle pile,
Beat the life from her too.
Late at night it got so cold,
It even froze the wind,
A dark hooded spectre stood,
With scythe and chain in hand,
It stood before Sue Williams' bed,
Ready to begin.
Outside stood a four winged,
Six legged fiend of demon birth,
With long sharp teeth,
Deep guttural growl,
Forbidden to dwell on Earth.
"I've come for you,"
The spectre croaked to Sue.
"I've done what the heavens,
"Would have me to do,"
Croaked the spectre,
"I've come for you."
"You don't know,
What whiskey can do."
Croaked the spectre,
"I've come for you."
"I've got authority,
From heaven I do."
Croaked the spectre,
"I've come for you."
"You're an idiot,
On a fools errand too."
Then the fiend outside,
Started its deep guttural growl,
Raised its voice to a howl,
Shrieking shook the Earth's deepest bowel,
No such sound from beast or fowl.
The spectre raised its scythe,
And shook its chains,
Croaked to Sue,
"I'll gut you like a fish,
Spread your blood to the winds,
I am your consequences, results,
Conclusions and ends!"
It bound her in chains,
Pulled her outside to the bottle pile,
Threw her to the fiend,
Who knew her taste well,
They dragged her screeching and screaming,
All the way to hell.
In the dungeon,
"I've got authority from the heavens,"
Sue did rave and rant,
Which ignited new hell fires,
As old ones spent.
The doctors said,
Sue might recover a little if at all,
Her mind will only,
Be able to whimper and crawl.
Now every morning,
As a new day dawns,
There is Georgie and Sarah,
To help Old Sol along.
As the warm morning sun,
Spreads light and love,
Georgie and Sarah stand guard,
Over hurt children and dogs from above.
Years later,
Up on Williams' far away hill,
Some folks say,
When Old Sol rises here,
As the fog does clear,
And there is no fear,
They can faintly hear a hymn,
Sweet harmony to the ear,
A magnificent choir,
A hymn old and dear.
"On a hill far away,
Stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame,
For 'twas on that old cross,
That the dearest and best,
For a world of lost sinners was slain...."
Tom
Old Sol was warm and out a lot,
Georgie was on a walk,
From the hill where he stayed,
Was sniffing flowers by the road,
His favorite spot he played,
A drunk driver came shooting by,
Who drank and drove a lot.
The colorful flowers,
Had spots of red,
That was Georgie's favorite bed,
Red adds beauty people said,
But not today.
The vet told the Williams,
Georgie would live,
But would do no more,
Than whimper and crawl,
Not much of a life for a dog and all,
But the Williams said,
They would give and give,
And never put him down,
Old Sol sank his sunset with a worried frown.
It was on a cold and cloudy night,
When little Sarah Williams,
Was not born quite right,
Gave the doctors quite a fright,
Her care was an awful sight,
She needed care day and night,
Joe and Sue took her home.
Sarah could not talk much,
Could not walk much,
Could not do much,
Georgie and Sarah became best of friends,
Kind of thing that never ends.
Sue Williams up on their far away hill,
Loved her bed of flowers,
Could stare at them for hours.
Joe Williams was wound tight as a spring,
When he came home each night,
Trouble was,
The spring would only wind so tight.
Twisted to its limit finally it went clink,
To ease the pain he had a drink,
He needed more,
To drink and drink.
A thunder storm with lightning,
Was cold and howled and blew,
Joe blamed Sue,
For letting Georgie out to walk,
And for having Sarah not her best,
Would beat Sue half to death,
Whiskey and whipping would not halt,
It was his only rest.
He threw the empty whiskey bottles out,
Into Sue's flower bed,
They became a pile in the yard,
The flowers became dead.
Heaven from pain wept cold rain,
Sue held a bottle of whiskey to the sky,
Drink for authority over pain,
Sue screamed at the tears,
Wept from heaven high.
Then late on a dark and moonless night,
Joe's drunken stupor on the floor,
Sue dragged him to the bottle pile,
And beat him with the whiskey bottles,
'Till his heart did beat no more.
Then put the corpse beneath,
Many a bottle,
Where it would rot,
Become putrid a lot.
Every day she whipped,
Georgie and Sarah with a belt,
'Till it tore to pieces,
And Sarah would ask,
"Mommy, do you love Jesus?"
Sue would yell,
"What difference if Jesus I love?
I've got authority from heavens above."
And the neighbors said,
"There's abuse on Williams' far away hill,
Beyond measure,"
Then each went away in secrete,
To enjoy private abusive pleasure.
Old Man Winter came,
With lots of sleet and ice,
Sue Williams thought of something,
She thought was really nice.
Took Georgie and Sarah out,
Into the back yard,
Made Sarah watch,
While she took some bottles,
And pounded Georgie hard,
He tried to whimper and crawl away,
But soon just still he lay.
Sarah cried,
"Mommy, do you love Jesus?"
"I'll show you love!" snarled Sue,
And threw Sarah on the bottle pile,
Beat the life from her too.
Late at night it got so cold,
It even froze the wind,
A dark hooded spectre stood,
With scythe and chain in hand,
It stood before Sue Williams' bed,
Ready to begin.
Outside stood a four winged,
Six legged fiend of demon birth,
With long sharp teeth,
Deep guttural growl,
Forbidden to dwell on Earth.
"I've come for you,"
The spectre croaked to Sue.
"I've done what the heavens,
"Would have me to do,"
Croaked the spectre,
"I've come for you."
"You don't know,
What whiskey can do."
Croaked the spectre,
"I've come for you."
"I've got authority,
From heaven I do."
Croaked the spectre,
"I've come for you."
"You're an idiot,
On a fools errand too."
Then the fiend outside,
Started its deep guttural growl,
Raised its voice to a howl,
Shrieking shook the Earth's deepest bowel,
No such sound from beast or fowl.
The spectre raised its scythe,
And shook its chains,
Croaked to Sue,
"I'll gut you like a fish,
Spread your blood to the winds,
I am your consequences, results,
Conclusions and ends!"
It bound her in chains,
Pulled her outside to the bottle pile,
Threw her to the fiend,
Who knew her taste well,
They dragged her screeching and screaming,
All the way to hell.
In the dungeon,
"I've got authority from the heavens,"
Sue did rave and rant,
Which ignited new hell fires,
As old ones spent.
The doctors said,
Sue might recover a little if at all,
Her mind will only,
Be able to whimper and crawl.
Now every morning,
As a new day dawns,
There is Georgie and Sarah,
To help Old Sol along.
As the warm morning sun,
Spreads light and love,
Georgie and Sarah stand guard,
Over hurt children and dogs from above.
Years later,
Up on Williams' far away hill,
Some folks say,
When Old Sol rises here,
As the fog does clear,
And there is no fear,
They can faintly hear a hymn,
Sweet harmony to the ear,
A magnificent choir,
A hymn old and dear.
"On a hill far away,
Stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame,
For 'twas on that old cross,
That the dearest and best,
For a world of lost sinners was slain...."
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