Poetic-Verses
peace and quiet~~
the birds have all gone to sleep.
as such the crickets have all tuned up
and are now playing the night away..
where as, only the few..
dare take notice, that even those who
are awake, don't mind the loneliness..
it's good to get a full night's sleep..
even in my dreams, though distant
it might seem, I'm always just a bit
out of reach..from what my mind's eye
calls happiness..even though,
under the pillow, there lurks a
sandman..who calls me, to come over
and join him, even if only for a little
while..peace and quiet, and solitude..
having both, or even just 2 out of 3..
would be quite the luxury, that even
some who are wealthy, really can't afford..
heavy is the head, who wears the crown instead..
I'm satisfied with waking up out of bed..
and seeing the sunshine, like it's the first
time, for even a condemned man and free man
alike, both share the same sentence..
And both proclaim innocence, wouldn't you
say we all make our own prisons?~~some have
bars that cast shadows, and have floors made
of concrete..and others are simply trapped
within their own minds..no matter how open,
they claim their own minds to be..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
September 2, 2015
copy right reserved 2015 (c)
2308 hours
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as such the crickets have all tuned up
and are now playing the night away..
where as, only the few..
dare take notice, that even those who
are awake, don't mind the loneliness..
it's good to get a full night's sleep..
even in my dreams, though distant
it might seem, I'm always just a bit
out of reach..from what my mind's eye
calls happiness..even though,
under the pillow, there lurks a
sandman..who calls me, to come over
and join him, even if only for a little
while..peace and quiet, and solitude..
having both, or even just 2 out of 3..
would be quite the luxury, that even
some who are wealthy, really can't afford..
heavy is the head, who wears the crown instead..
I'm satisfied with waking up out of bed..
and seeing the sunshine, like it's the first
time, for even a condemned man and free man
alike, both share the same sentence..
And both proclaim innocence, wouldn't you
say we all make our own prisons?~~some have
bars that cast shadows, and have floors made
of concrete..and others are simply trapped
within their own minds..no matter how open,
they claim their own minds to be..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
September 2, 2015
copy right reserved 2015 (c)
2308 hours
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peace and quiet~~
peace and quiet~~
