Step aside from the masses~~
and entertain the thoughts of a purpose driven Life..
A capital idea, if you know your rights..
I've held firm in the belief, that Freedom isn't free..
And often times, blood must flow, although quite tragically~~
The common sin is to blame others around you and not take
any actions to resolve the issue..
And not to profit from your living, but have others live for you..
It's really quite the curse, not to have lived, but to have
created a vanishing reality that disappears before your eyes..
It's a magnificent sight, the colors so bold and bright..
Your creation, not unlike a Frankenstein, or a thought that wakes
you up at night..And so soon forgotten, once you see the light..
We come from nothing and return just the same..
"So tell me what have we learned..?"
"What have you gained..?"
The idea of a farewell to conscious freewill, and the choices
that need to be made..To either act upon or not, still a decision
has to be made..
To watch it all grow, is my personal goal..Just for my selfish soul..
To have and to hold..Individuals, yes..I suppose, want not to be bothered..
The masses pay top dollar, to come to a cardboard theater..
That plays people, like we're Hamlet, Richard III or Julius Caesar--
Unable to move, under the volition of a paralytic control..
..A most formidable master..
Living under a spell, of such grande illusory power..
A happy slave, knows not the name of his or her master..
It's all in good keeping~~so work harder, work faster..
We can still use you, even after you've died..
The pages of history are held together, made from the glue of dead bodies..
..And so it is written in the blood of young men, whose names are long since forgotten..
What's most fatal and failing is mankind's ability to remember, even what happened yesterday..
All for the sake of vanity? Are we all fools then? Damned by the Angels of Apathy?
Living from moment to moment..Epicurean and oh so bloated..It's a blessing and a curse..
And Heaven and Hell are really all one in the same..
Both are found here..No one is to blame..but, ourselves..~~the end
by Rick Weber
June 12, 2014
2120 hours
copy rights reserved 2014
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