Poetic-Verses
~~Separated by Islands~~
~~are we not so unlike an Island?
Each Man is his own..
Separated by vast oceans..
And when we try and reach out to one another..
We can be barely heard..
over the crash of the ocean and it's waters..
When we try to communicate our desires or our concerns..
it's so difficult, Oftentimes, all that is heard, are just
mumbles and then later..curses..
When I try and show others the basics..
and come to common ground..
The reply is, "How dare you speak to me,
as if I'm some kind of simpleton.."--
--"Pardon me, I meant no harm and no intrusion--
With all this chaos and confusion, it's so easy to
lose sight of what's right in front of thee..
I can only help you, up unto a certain degree..
But really, I can't answer you, if I don't know the question--"
When one takes upon himself, the burden of responsibility..
Only the self is to blame, no matter how painful or distasteful
reality can be..
There's no lifeline I can throw you, there's no kind words to
soothe you--In other words, to each their own, in this cosmic universe..
One makes up for his losses by what he gives and takes from others..
So God help you--Do I look like your Mother?
Clean-up your own spilled milk, I hear they're starving in North Korea..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
May 14, 2015
1650 hours
copy rights reserved 2015(c)
Each Man is his own..
Separated by vast oceans..
And when we try and reach out to one another..
We can be barely heard..
over the crash of the ocean and it's waters..
When we try to communicate our desires or our concerns..
it's so difficult, Oftentimes, all that is heard, are just
mumbles and then later..curses..
When I try and show others the basics..
and come to common ground..
The reply is, "How dare you speak to me,
as if I'm some kind of simpleton.."--
--"Pardon me, I meant no harm and no intrusion--
With all this chaos and confusion, it's so easy to
lose sight of what's right in front of thee..
I can only help you, up unto a certain degree..
But really, I can't answer you, if I don't know the question--"
When one takes upon himself, the burden of responsibility..
Only the self is to blame, no matter how painful or distasteful
reality can be..
There's no lifeline I can throw you, there's no kind words to
soothe you--In other words, to each their own, in this cosmic universe..
One makes up for his losses by what he gives and takes from others..
So God help you--Do I look like your Mother?
Clean-up your own spilled milk, I hear they're starving in North Korea..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
May 14, 2015
1650 hours
copy rights reserved 2015(c)
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~~Separated by Islands~~
~~Separated by Islands~~
