Poetic-Verses
useless pt.2
Even on sunny days you'll see some clouds..
No matter how hard I try to figure it out..
The reasons why and the words that come out of the mouth..
The hurtful way, some might say, "I hate you.."
It's really an under-appreciated emotive vibe..
That charges the air around us..it's being, that becomes a certain kind of madness..
That's how the magic works..how it draws me out..
and psychic and ill-meaning your vampire curse..
Surrender, you'd have me to..like a limp dish rag
thrown on the floor..that's my flag of discontent..
Can you see it soar?
Love cannot achieve, oh can't you see,
it's a problem with no remedied answer..
Suffice it to say, Love will find a way..
Even though we'd hope for more pleasure..
And more of everything, to have our cake and eat it too..
I don't think even a highly paid Master of the mapping of
the human mind could reveal to me, anything I don't already know..
The glory of childhood is over, accountability makes me weak, not stronger..
Jealous Mothers are really looking forward to their disappointed children's demise
and their suffering..
The life of a living abortion..
All for not and none for the living..
As cold to the touch as a doll made of porcelain..
Blood that has all but left the body completely..useless..
I don't expect any changes in the near future..
The world is a sorry place, filled with sorry faces..
A loveliness that makes loneliness look good..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
June 7, 2014
copy rights reserved 2014
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No matter how hard I try to figure it out..
The reasons why and the words that come out of the mouth..
The hurtful way, some might say, "I hate you.."
It's really an under-appreciated emotive vibe..
That charges the air around us..it's being, that becomes a certain kind of madness..
That's how the magic works..how it draws me out..
and psychic and ill-meaning your vampire curse..
Surrender, you'd have me to..like a limp dish rag
thrown on the floor..that's my flag of discontent..
Can you see it soar?
Love cannot achieve, oh can't you see,
it's a problem with no remedied answer..
Suffice it to say, Love will find a way..
Even though we'd hope for more pleasure..
And more of everything, to have our cake and eat it too..
I don't think even a highly paid Master of the mapping of
the human mind could reveal to me, anything I don't already know..
The glory of childhood is over, accountability makes me weak, not stronger..
Jealous Mothers are really looking forward to their disappointed children's demise
and their suffering..
The life of a living abortion..
All for not and none for the living..
As cold to the touch as a doll made of porcelain..
Blood that has all but left the body completely..useless..
I don't expect any changes in the near future..
The world is a sorry place, filled with sorry faces..
A loveliness that makes loneliness look good..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
June 7, 2014
copy rights reserved 2014
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useless pt.2
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