Poetic-Verses
the stars that shine~~
~~directly..
like a lettuce or a leaf..
spinning in and out of a dream.
the little man that lives inside your head..
gets off on the wrong side of the tracks..
he won't leave me alone, until he gets
what he's after..a smile, to make you frown..
to turn your heart upside down..
and collect what you should prize most..
your soul, your happiness and your security..
nothing pleases man more, than having to settle the score..
for your demise, is a well spent chore..
contagion, so widely spreads..so static and electric..
to touch you, and take away your breath..
one more yard, either 3 steps forward..
for every 3 feet back..
dust gathers on the pinhead of a needle..
for some smoke is pleasure and others
abstinence is preferred over the company
of strangers..and money is just ink on paper..
and all the lofty thoughts, that some people
call intelligence, no never mind me..
I'm just glad I could make an appearance..
and the Sun so gently settles a bet
he made with the temptress Moon..
saying, "Dear sweet Moon, I'm always chasing
after you..".~~"I know my Sun, one day you'll
find me..you see your light oh so blinds me..
that's why I have to run.." "The stars
at night keep reminding me, that the best
secrets are always kept in the dark."
"And that truth, although beautiful
it may seem, only suits those who can't
wake from their dreams, for sleep is death's
cousin.."
~~the end
by Rick Weber
August 17, 2015
copy right reserved 2015(c)
0145 hours
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like a lettuce or a leaf..
spinning in and out of a dream.
the little man that lives inside your head..
gets off on the wrong side of the tracks..
he won't leave me alone, until he gets
what he's after..a smile, to make you frown..
to turn your heart upside down..
and collect what you should prize most..
your soul, your happiness and your security..
nothing pleases man more, than having to settle the score..
for your demise, is a well spent chore..
contagion, so widely spreads..so static and electric..
to touch you, and take away your breath..
one more yard, either 3 steps forward..
for every 3 feet back..
dust gathers on the pinhead of a needle..
for some smoke is pleasure and others
abstinence is preferred over the company
of strangers..and money is just ink on paper..
and all the lofty thoughts, that some people
call intelligence, no never mind me..
I'm just glad I could make an appearance..
and the Sun so gently settles a bet
he made with the temptress Moon..
saying, "Dear sweet Moon, I'm always chasing
after you..".~~"I know my Sun, one day you'll
find me..you see your light oh so blinds me..
that's why I have to run.." "The stars
at night keep reminding me, that the best
secrets are always kept in the dark."
"And that truth, although beautiful
it may seem, only suits those who can't
wake from their dreams, for sleep is death's
cousin.."
~~the end
by Rick Weber
August 17, 2015
copy right reserved 2015(c)
0145 hours
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the stars that shine~~
the stars that shine~~
