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WR Teschke May 2011
Have you seen the Beauty?
Not only to be found in a woman’s body
But in the way she smiles with her eyes
In her soft caress
The way she grips your hand at night
The Beauty is not only in a woman
The gentle breeze fluttering upon your face
The cool moistness of the morning dew
The welcoming warmth of the rising sun
The soft rain pattering on your back
The crackling thunder that ignites the night sky
The Beauty is the rose that grows in concrete
The soulful swaying of the trees
The soothing voices of the many birds
The palpable warmth of the summer night's breeze
The Beauty is not only in the elements
The tapestry of oranges that paint the dusk sky
The infinite hues of the ocean’s blue
The stunning greens of the rolling hills
The vivid whiteness of the stars and moon
But the Beauty is not only in colors
The Beauty is in you and me
And I hope that when you encounter Beauty
You will open your eyes and see
WR Teschke May 2011
What starts as the slow beat of a drum
A monotonous beat, a steady ** hum
A clap of the hands and a stomp of the feet
The bass starts to run as the ground shakes beneath
Quickening tempo a building release
A rattling building as fury unleashed
Louder and faster and faster and louder
A thundering rumbling reaching disaster
The bass pounds and the pressure soars
The pressure peaks and the building roars
Crescendo!
WR Teschke May 2011
Giver of life, bringer of joy
Soother of sorrow, restorer of faith
Great nurturer, healer, and fountain of hope
Unonscious morality, a wisdom unspoke
Center of pride, core of my being
Source of my strength, an angel unseen

Mama loves the ocean and she loves the sunrise
Sun rays in her hair, blue waves in her eyes
A Timeless beauty of infinite grace
An embodiment of love and engulfing embrace
That surrounds me with warmth and compassion and peace
Always at my side and in times of need
When trouble shakes that of this mortal soul
The whispering voice that calls my name home
WR Teschke Nov 2010
Maybe I'm addicted to that feeling
Addicted to that living
Addicted to that painless high that glorious mental healing

Addicted to the smiles, addicted to the lights
Addicted to those pretty girls all dressed in tights
Addicted to the laughter, addicted to the game
Addicted to that feeling that I need to keep me sane

Addicted to that feeling, that feeling deep inside
It starts with just a feeling then it turns into a ride
WR Teschke Nov 2010
When this party is all over
There is but one thing I wonder
Will I remember these flashing lights?
The nights full of ecstasy
Oh unbridled jubilance!
Of precious youthful innocence
Will these still be real to me?

These nights are like photographs
Affixed in my mind
The snapshots unravel
As I remember the times
Like flashing lights they pass
And the rest fades away
No recollection of words
Just the smiles on each face

When this party’s all over
They’re all I’ll have left
Just the flashing of lights
Through my mind at my death
But the scenes are intense,
Memories bring me to life!
Such pure exhilaration
Freed from worry or strife
Not a care in the world
‘Cause the future was bright

Oh to return to those days!
I would gladly take flight
But time is so cruel
And the end is in sight
What was one hell of a party
Now’s just all flashing lights
WR Teschke Nov 2010
Too much entertainment and not enough education
Seems to me the recipe for a wasted generation
But we've reached a point in time where the future isn't waiting
It’s up to us to realize that our own planet needs saving
Jeopardizing the earth we’ve put our entire race at stake
Our chips now in the middle, we’ve all but sealed our fate
The devil grins widely at the spoils of our parlay
Lest we save ourselves by answering the questions that await
How many more caskets overseas will this take?
How many kids will go hungry before we start thinking straight?
How many bombs must we drop before the madness stops?
How many innocent people will be killed by crooked cops?
How many policeman have to be gunned down in the streets
And how many of our cousins will die of ***?
How long will live the reign of the greedy wealth elite?
How many leaders will it take for us to find our feet -
Or will we just lie down with open eyes and watch the whole world sleep?
WR Teschke Nov 2010
An angel came to me in a dream
And said
Reality is your perception
Do not get lost searching for heaven
Put on the rose-tinted glasses
And simply appreciate the beauty
And heaven is yours
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