Poetic-Verses
cold and solid~~
dogs barking in the parking lot called life..
the neighbors upstairs walking 'round with feet made of lead..
tee vee's playing without thought as to what they are watching..
an eviction notice taped so sloppily on the door next door..
a face for every occasion..with a bit of intelligence, and an all knowing stare..
a paycheck, for every one that's deserving of his fair share..
Most people can't comprehend what's beyond their own reach..
For everything, there's a beginning, a middle and an end..
a time for living and learning, growing and decaying..
as moments come and go, and the string is pulled, to dance until
the glowing rays of the new morning sun, so yellow as a lemon
at full ripeness..the Sun of God, the spinning wheel of seasons
that know all too well, that neither, fire or ice, flood or perversion..
questions go unasked, and people are content to be born, go to school,
go to work, and then be buried, and forgotten in time, the great healer
and destroyer of mankind..there's no new words, that I can write to you..
there's no promises that cannot be spoken, into your ears, so wanton
of deception..that even if I had all the answers and knew what was waiting
around the corner, it would paralyze and freeze you, cold and solid..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
December 9, 2015
copy right reserved 2015(c)
2308 hours
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the neighbors upstairs walking 'round with feet made of lead..
tee vee's playing without thought as to what they are watching..
an eviction notice taped so sloppily on the door next door..
a face for every occasion..with a bit of intelligence, and an all knowing stare..
a paycheck, for every one that's deserving of his fair share..
Most people can't comprehend what's beyond their own reach..
For everything, there's a beginning, a middle and an end..
a time for living and learning, growing and decaying..
as moments come and go, and the string is pulled, to dance until
the glowing rays of the new morning sun, so yellow as a lemon
at full ripeness..the Sun of God, the spinning wheel of seasons
that know all too well, that neither, fire or ice, flood or perversion..
questions go unasked, and people are content to be born, go to school,
go to work, and then be buried, and forgotten in time, the great healer
and destroyer of mankind..there's no new words, that I can write to you..
there's no promises that cannot be spoken, into your ears, so wanton
of deception..that even if I had all the answers and knew what was waiting
around the corner, it would paralyze and freeze you, cold and solid..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
December 9, 2015
copy right reserved 2015(c)
2308 hours
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cold and solid~~
cold and solid~~
