Poetic-Verses
~~yet, revisited
Quietly, methodically, inch by inch~~
as the World revolves around,
and the years, imagined or naught..
Drift, further and further down stream..
Water, like time, washes over the stones down stream..
And etches it's memories, forever in motion..
The wheels have been spinning, for a very long time..
With every fear and superstition, that masquerades as intelligence..
Needed are we, to place blame, fingers pointed in the direction..
Some are pointed towards the sky and the Sun..
Others point their fingers towards the ground..
While others, who are quite indifferent, go about their merry little way..
And chalk it all up to the foolhardiness of Mankind's trusting heart..
Awaiting a sentence, words so eloquent, that come off like a slap in the face..
For there's a time for most any and all things, a time to remember~~
Forever, nothing is ever wasted, yet revisited..as the water must flow back
to the sea, and the smoke rises from the sage, such as prayers must also do..
The salt, The Earth, the quicksilver of Mercury, the Blessings of Heart
and the forgiveness of Death, as he who must conquer, so shall he write the history..
For money is the period, that bleeds all the Gold for Mankind's lust..
Jealousies, and spilled blood..and so the puppet must dance, for that is what
he was made for..~~the end
by Rick Weber
February 9, 2015
copy right reserved 2015
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as the World revolves around,
and the years, imagined or naught..
Drift, further and further down stream..
Water, like time, washes over the stones down stream..
And etches it's memories, forever in motion..
The wheels have been spinning, for a very long time..
With every fear and superstition, that masquerades as intelligence..
Needed are we, to place blame, fingers pointed in the direction..
Some are pointed towards the sky and the Sun..
Others point their fingers towards the ground..
While others, who are quite indifferent, go about their merry little way..
And chalk it all up to the foolhardiness of Mankind's trusting heart..
Awaiting a sentence, words so eloquent, that come off like a slap in the face..
For there's a time for most any and all things, a time to remember~~
Forever, nothing is ever wasted, yet revisited..as the water must flow back
to the sea, and the smoke rises from the sage, such as prayers must also do..
The salt, The Earth, the quicksilver of Mercury, the Blessings of Heart
and the forgiveness of Death, as he who must conquer, so shall he write the history..
For money is the period, that bleeds all the Gold for Mankind's lust..
Jealousies, and spilled blood..and so the puppet must dance, for that is what
he was made for..~~the end
by Rick Weber
February 9, 2015
copy right reserved 2015
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~~yet, revisited
~~yet, revisited
