Poetic-Verses
Corrosion becomes your Purpose~~
~~to me,
Blissful moments come..
When painful reminders are shunned..
~~Or so it seems..
When no one is around..
The pain is a moment..
that passes through you..
Let it pass on through..
And when it's gone..
Look over your shoulder..
and laugh another day..
for you survived another day..
For good times come and bad times roll~~
And bitter are the crimes of a Life
whose soul is taken too early..
From it's flesh, bone and blood..
Your castle, my sanctuary..
With so many stars above you..
Seems like we're always looking up..
To catch a glimpse of some kind of
spectacle..How would it be, if we
looked down upon the stars..
And it was the stars that had to look
up to us, and make kind remarks about our
brilliance..One never knows, how one appears to others..
And we're limited and dependent, and in so many ways..
subservient to one another..
The dreams we chase are like children playing hide-and-go-seek..
It's so fun, running around in the dark, amongst the trees..
And when I find you..we both scream--
What motivates our living, our reason for getting up in the
morning, is, the hope that we find our paradise, at the end
of the road..All roads lead you nowhere in the end..
We can only stay on top of the Mountain so long,
before the air gets thin..
There is no left or right, right or wrong..
There is only, up or down..victorious and remembered..
Or, defeated and forgotten..after achievement and success..
Peace and Prosperity, and everything desired made manifest..
What follows is Apathy and the loss of Identity..
Corrosion becomes your purpose..
And Death, the ultimate reality..
And so the people sleep and dream themselves into final damnation..
Only to wake and find their Kingdom and King, held for ransom..
Their very souls, intoxicated and imprisoned..
And your children are at play, amongst the ruins..
And sew the desire into the hearts of men..to reclaim
and be reborn again--the end
by Rick Weber
May 15, 2015
1525 hours
copy right reserved 2015(c)
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Blissful moments come..
When painful reminders are shunned..
~~Or so it seems..
When no one is around..
The pain is a moment..
that passes through you..
Let it pass on through..
And when it's gone..
Look over your shoulder..
and laugh another day..
for you survived another day..
For good times come and bad times roll~~
And bitter are the crimes of a Life
whose soul is taken too early..
From it's flesh, bone and blood..
Your castle, my sanctuary..
With so many stars above you..
Seems like we're always looking up..
To catch a glimpse of some kind of
spectacle..How would it be, if we
looked down upon the stars..
And it was the stars that had to look
up to us, and make kind remarks about our
brilliance..One never knows, how one appears to others..
And we're limited and dependent, and in so many ways..
subservient to one another..
The dreams we chase are like children playing hide-and-go-seek..
It's so fun, running around in the dark, amongst the trees..
And when I find you..we both scream--
What motivates our living, our reason for getting up in the
morning, is, the hope that we find our paradise, at the end
of the road..All roads lead you nowhere in the end..
We can only stay on top of the Mountain so long,
before the air gets thin..
There is no left or right, right or wrong..
There is only, up or down..victorious and remembered..
Or, defeated and forgotten..after achievement and success..
Peace and Prosperity, and everything desired made manifest..
What follows is Apathy and the loss of Identity..
Corrosion becomes your purpose..
And Death, the ultimate reality..
And so the people sleep and dream themselves into final damnation..
Only to wake and find their Kingdom and King, held for ransom..
Their very souls, intoxicated and imprisoned..
And your children are at play, amongst the ruins..
And sew the desire into the hearts of men..to reclaim
and be reborn again--the end
by Rick Weber
May 15, 2015
1525 hours
copy right reserved 2015(c)
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Corrosion becomes your Purpose~~
Corrosion becomes your Purpose~~
