Poetic-Verses
~~Autumnal Breeze~~
~the deepest thoughts, going down into the murky depths of an uncharted ocean..
where the pressures of Life can crush you without even blinking an eye..
Laughter is medicine, and my prescription needs filled..Both poet and fool,
wholeheartedly agree, that even though we don't know who's to blame, or even
why we're here..we can still laugh at ourselves to some moderate degree..
there's always knowledge to acquire..that even though we don't see, eye to eye
on certain things, the face of knowledge is quite the dancer..no matter what masquerade
mask it wears to the party..or who you might see, in a very contrived situation..
a stranger, a foe or an assassin..horrific, or candied and sugar sweet, appearances
they might be..don't judge the source, but be cautious of unfamiliar waters..
everything serves a purpose, and everything is in a relationship with everything else..
freedom is an invention, like a carrot on a stick..or peanut butter on a mouse trap..
and your desire is what cracks the whip on the horses of your senses..
~~the end of part one
by Rick Weber
October 2, 2015
copy right reserved 2015(c)
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where the pressures of Life can crush you without even blinking an eye..
Laughter is medicine, and my prescription needs filled..Both poet and fool,
wholeheartedly agree, that even though we don't know who's to blame, or even
why we're here..we can still laugh at ourselves to some moderate degree..
there's always knowledge to acquire..that even though we don't see, eye to eye
on certain things, the face of knowledge is quite the dancer..no matter what masquerade
mask it wears to the party..or who you might see, in a very contrived situation..
a stranger, a foe or an assassin..horrific, or candied and sugar sweet, appearances
they might be..don't judge the source, but be cautious of unfamiliar waters..
everything serves a purpose, and everything is in a relationship with everything else..
freedom is an invention, like a carrot on a stick..or peanut butter on a mouse trap..
and your desire is what cracks the whip on the horses of your senses..
~~the end of part one
by Rick Weber
October 2, 2015
copy right reserved 2015(c)
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~~Autumnal Breeze~~
~~Autumnal Breeze~~
