Poetic-Verses
Flight of Fancy~~
In the days of youth gone by~~
~~we most certainly did shine..
And with it, the fullness, and ripened-heart..
It falls from the tree, and must certainly come to rot..
If'n the tree is twisted and made of the hardest of bark..
So is the calculation, a misnomer of all that adds up..
For what "wills" the growth, is that which is wanton of the Sun..
If I gave up my familiarity, and sacrificed my identity,
all for the sake of coming to an ecstasy of truth..
And fulfill with wanton abandon, to satiate my whetted appetite,
On wine, blood and wedding cake..
The marriage is between the object of desire, versus the subject of my need..
Unflinching and neither proud, but attained..
For the serpent flies on borrowed wings..
The Lotus petals perfume this avian flight into nothingness..
Unto the other side, where being becomes united with Mercury,
Sulfur and Salt..Matter over spirit and spirit over matter,
Likened to the leviathan who swallows an eternity..
Where the end has lost any and all meaning, as one's purpose
condemns one's existence..
One can fall, and the spirit can only be made whole again~~
But neither Man nor Beast can help you..
Armies from Heaven and Demons from Hell..
Intoxication of the Poisoned Soul..
Where the sweetest of spirits, whisper on the wind..
And so, calms the storm of madness..
Interpret and consider this..
That all knowledge is in question, and that truth is found
in illogical contradictions..
So nothing is truly something, to learn discipline and to focus
on oneness, Nothingness is neither wasted, it's just waiting patiently..
On mankind's humanistic aching for understanding and proper placement and file and order..
To calm his superstitious nature and safe guard his Ego..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
December 28, 2014
2112 hours
copy right reserved 2014
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~~we most certainly did shine..
And with it, the fullness, and ripened-heart..
It falls from the tree, and must certainly come to rot..
If'n the tree is twisted and made of the hardest of bark..
So is the calculation, a misnomer of all that adds up..
For what "wills" the growth, is that which is wanton of the Sun..
If I gave up my familiarity, and sacrificed my identity,
all for the sake of coming to an ecstasy of truth..
And fulfill with wanton abandon, to satiate my whetted appetite,
On wine, blood and wedding cake..
The marriage is between the object of desire, versus the subject of my need..
Unflinching and neither proud, but attained..
For the serpent flies on borrowed wings..
The Lotus petals perfume this avian flight into nothingness..
Unto the other side, where being becomes united with Mercury,
Sulfur and Salt..Matter over spirit and spirit over matter,
Likened to the leviathan who swallows an eternity..
Where the end has lost any and all meaning, as one's purpose
condemns one's existence..
One can fall, and the spirit can only be made whole again~~
But neither Man nor Beast can help you..
Armies from Heaven and Demons from Hell..
Intoxication of the Poisoned Soul..
Where the sweetest of spirits, whisper on the wind..
And so, calms the storm of madness..
Interpret and consider this..
That all knowledge is in question, and that truth is found
in illogical contradictions..
So nothing is truly something, to learn discipline and to focus
on oneness, Nothingness is neither wasted, it's just waiting patiently..
On mankind's humanistic aching for understanding and proper placement and file and order..
To calm his superstitious nature and safe guard his Ego..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
December 28, 2014
2112 hours
copy right reserved 2014
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Flight of Fancy~~
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