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time everlasting~~
Darkness in daylight--
The turning pages of gentle soothsaying sages..
Of luminescent rays of sweet Moonlight..
Orbs of the fantastic, glow indifferently
towards a consciousness that tends to be sleeping
and would rather not be awakened--
For some, it's a comfort to sleep--
when lacking purpose and drive
and little to no, motivation..
There are no accidents, only incidents--
Powerful men know this to be true..
Tin-soldiers, follow orders--
From wooden-headed fools..
The contempt for others, lays not-so-gently
beneath the covers..of a soul, stricken
like a corpse, that just gave up it's spirit..
And so, became an unlikely ghost just before Christmas..
Laughter is the ability to betray a second thought of madness..
Because one feels compelled to give to the needy..
Yet, suffer silently, quietly and patiently..
As time must have it's way eventually..
And death..reaps a bountiful harvest..
White lilies, of such perfumed elegance..
Bend to the will, of time everlasting..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
September 10, 2014
1810 hours
copy right reserved 2014
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The turning pages of gentle soothsaying sages..
Of luminescent rays of sweet Moonlight..
Orbs of the fantastic, glow indifferently
towards a consciousness that tends to be sleeping
and would rather not be awakened--
For some, it's a comfort to sleep--
when lacking purpose and drive
and little to no, motivation..
There are no accidents, only incidents--
Powerful men know this to be true..
Tin-soldiers, follow orders--
From wooden-headed fools..
The contempt for others, lays not-so-gently
beneath the covers..of a soul, stricken
like a corpse, that just gave up it's spirit..
And so, became an unlikely ghost just before Christmas..
Laughter is the ability to betray a second thought of madness..
Because one feels compelled to give to the needy..
Yet, suffer silently, quietly and patiently..
As time must have it's way eventually..
And death..reaps a bountiful harvest..
White lilies, of such perfumed elegance..
Bend to the will, of time everlasting..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
September 10, 2014
1810 hours
copy right reserved 2014
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time everlasting~~
time everlasting~~
