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A mind at rest is a motionless mind~~
Emotionless--
You think you can see, but really you're blind..
You would no more understand me, than
if I showed you the way to heaven--
And that death is lie..That dreams come to those,
not just because one sleeps, but because one
has desires..One might see clearly, if one could see
with one's own heart..
To better understand me--please don't fear me or try
to diagnose me, treat me, categorize, label and shelve me..
Have not a prejudicial mind set..So as to relieve your tension..
not to mention, a wee bit of heart ache..
To figure me out--it doesn't take the genius of a rocket scientist
or the saintliest saint to appreciate what God gave a snake
preaching from the Garden and asked to leave the Gate..
Certain fruits are meant to be eaten~~
But, innocent or not--our virtuous self bleeds with guilt..
And so suffers quietly, the pain..
The pain is payment enough..So troubled or not..
The mercy we seek, comes from an Angel with feathered wings..
She whispers to me, words that are soothing..
And the dreams that await me, are what keeps me in chains..
Always hoping for a brighter tomorrow..
Until I experience all the joy left in my heart..
I'll keep searching for myself..
I might even find me..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
August 1, 2014
2110 hours
copy right reserved 2014
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Emotionless--
You think you can see, but really you're blind..
You would no more understand me, than
if I showed you the way to heaven--
And that death is lie..That dreams come to those,
not just because one sleeps, but because one
has desires..One might see clearly, if one could see
with one's own heart..
To better understand me--please don't fear me or try
to diagnose me, treat me, categorize, label and shelve me..
Have not a prejudicial mind set..So as to relieve your tension..
not to mention, a wee bit of heart ache..
To figure me out--it doesn't take the genius of a rocket scientist
or the saintliest saint to appreciate what God gave a snake
preaching from the Garden and asked to leave the Gate..
Certain fruits are meant to be eaten~~
But, innocent or not--our virtuous self bleeds with guilt..
And so suffers quietly, the pain..
The pain is payment enough..So troubled or not..
The mercy we seek, comes from an Angel with feathered wings..
She whispers to me, words that are soothing..
And the dreams that await me, are what keeps me in chains..
Always hoping for a brighter tomorrow..
Until I experience all the joy left in my heart..
I'll keep searching for myself..
I might even find me..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
August 1, 2014
2110 hours
copy right reserved 2014
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