Poetic-Verses
~~like diamonds..
~~like diamonds,
they only shine, according to how you hold them..
and mirrors and plastic ideas,
of who we are, and what we are to believe..
is not perception a sensory aspect,
that's hard to deny with reason..
and everyone seems to fancy nowadays,
that hard work, is for the most part,
out of season, and left for someone else
to pick up the slack, and bargain away
responsibility, for that would lead to
ownership of consequence..a maturity
that youth rarely grasps..
If you believe what spins off the media..
and fear creeps into your heart, that the
world isn't fit to live in anymore..
And dust thou art and dust thou part..
With one moment, that leads you into another..
Collections of memories, of both sadness and laughter..
Adventures into the unknown, oblivion..
Radiation, both cosmic, and psychic..
some have bricks laid, and others have straw..
and others are wooden..well, I suppose..
to each their own, in their own subjective
universe..one's own dreams, becomes one's own
vision, and the truth that you seek,
becomes worshiped, it's not what frees you..
it's the diamond, we call doubt..that
motivates you, into action..
the end~~
by Rick Weber
April 2, 2015
copyrights reserved 2015 (c)
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they only shine, according to how you hold them..
and mirrors and plastic ideas,
of who we are, and what we are to believe..
is not perception a sensory aspect,
that's hard to deny with reason..
and everyone seems to fancy nowadays,
that hard work, is for the most part,
out of season, and left for someone else
to pick up the slack, and bargain away
responsibility, for that would lead to
ownership of consequence..a maturity
that youth rarely grasps..
If you believe what spins off the media..
and fear creeps into your heart, that the
world isn't fit to live in anymore..
And dust thou art and dust thou part..
With one moment, that leads you into another..
Collections of memories, of both sadness and laughter..
Adventures into the unknown, oblivion..
Radiation, both cosmic, and psychic..
some have bricks laid, and others have straw..
and others are wooden..well, I suppose..
to each their own, in their own subjective
universe..one's own dreams, becomes one's own
vision, and the truth that you seek,
becomes worshiped, it's not what frees you..
it's the diamond, we call doubt..that
motivates you, into action..
the end~~
by Rick Weber
April 2, 2015
copyrights reserved 2015 (c)
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~~like diamonds..
~~like diamonds..
