Poetic-Verses
the message is the same~~
~~and If you survive..
to 100 and 5..
would you take it as sin..
to bury within, all that cry and
wave goodbye..
I have so many needles, as pins without labels..
I've swallowed my pride, until the days seem like years..
And into my Brain, I've seen how they shame..
To ask permission, the Transmission and see how I'm missing..
If you never ask, the answer is no..
And if you're too afraid, the skin cuts the blade
beneath the bone, to carry you home..
I'd breathe life, and sleep in the ocean..
Many hands devour your body, as you are passed around..
The Whore, is a Lady..And the Lady wants more..
It never ends, this story..
Remember when you're 25?
And the World was a Mess, and the Slaves set the Masters Free?
Feeling Good was easy then, just a few puffs and drags..
Bitter was the pain, Butter was on the toast..
and The Rain came thru the window..it smelled like Summer..
I've always been alone, in a romance with myself..
And no other..that's the curse and the rescue..
Even for a moment of solitude, alone in a crowd..
The Chords change, the message is the same..
"Look at Me Now!"
~~the end
by Rick Weber
February 8, 2017
copy rights reserved 2017 (c)
created in the hour of 0831 Hours
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to 100 and 5..
would you take it as sin..
to bury within, all that cry and
wave goodbye..
I have so many needles, as pins without labels..
I've swallowed my pride, until the days seem like years..
And into my Brain, I've seen how they shame..
To ask permission, the Transmission and see how I'm missing..
If you never ask, the answer is no..
And if you're too afraid, the skin cuts the blade
beneath the bone, to carry you home..
I'd breathe life, and sleep in the ocean..
Many hands devour your body, as you are passed around..
The Whore, is a Lady..And the Lady wants more..
It never ends, this story..
Remember when you're 25?
And the World was a Mess, and the Slaves set the Masters Free?
Feeling Good was easy then, just a few puffs and drags..
Bitter was the pain, Butter was on the toast..
and The Rain came thru the window..it smelled like Summer..
I've always been alone, in a romance with myself..
And no other..that's the curse and the rescue..
Even for a moment of solitude, alone in a crowd..
The Chords change, the message is the same..
"Look at Me Now!"
~~the end
by Rick Weber
February 8, 2017
copy rights reserved 2017 (c)
created in the hour of 0831 Hours
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the message is the same~~
the message is the same~~
