Poetic-Verses
"Autumnal Breeze"pt.2
~serving a purpose?
no matter what purpose that purpose might be..not for waste, but for profit..freedom is
a desire, a tangible thing..that one might achieve, if one just tries a little harder
than all the rest..free-dom..free from the domination of others..freedom is invention..
and it's invitation is sent by those who rule us..discipline requires practice and a
steady hand at the helm..and a strength of will and a separation from what distracts us..
five horses, five senses, the reins of our desire, the driver is our consciousness, and
the hesitant passenger is our very soul..what then am I?~~my existence is my identity and my
consciousness is my means of identification..be wary of what is called "truth"..for it's
mysteries are always guarded in the dark..be wary of the Light, for that is where bold-
faced lies gather..truth once found leads to a reliance, a devotion, fanaticism and
eventual destruction..revelation is that which reveals to those who have awakened..
fear is the birth parent of religion..and the fruit that it bares is called guilt and
submission..failure, a heavy heart and a lowered head..finding the goodness in sin..
and the sin in goodness..
~~the end of part two
by Rick Weber
October 2, 2015
copy right reserved 2015(c)
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no matter what purpose that purpose might be..not for waste, but for profit..freedom is
a desire, a tangible thing..that one might achieve, if one just tries a little harder
than all the rest..free-dom..free from the domination of others..freedom is invention..
and it's invitation is sent by those who rule us..discipline requires practice and a
steady hand at the helm..and a strength of will and a separation from what distracts us..
five horses, five senses, the reins of our desire, the driver is our consciousness, and
the hesitant passenger is our very soul..what then am I?~~my existence is my identity and my
consciousness is my means of identification..be wary of what is called "truth"..for it's
mysteries are always guarded in the dark..be wary of the Light, for that is where bold-
faced lies gather..truth once found leads to a reliance, a devotion, fanaticism and
eventual destruction..revelation is that which reveals to those who have awakened..
fear is the birth parent of religion..and the fruit that it bares is called guilt and
submission..failure, a heavy heart and a lowered head..finding the goodness in sin..
and the sin in goodness..
~~the end of part two
by Rick Weber
October 2, 2015
copy right reserved 2015(c)
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`Autumnal Breeze`pt.2
`Autumnal Breeze`pt.2
