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wichitarick May 2016
THE EDGE
  To explain seems senseless, but was able to "feel" the sounds the senses so ENHANCED that the waves became focused confusion.
  The edge is an odd place ? a date,time SURE, will say goodbye and check in no sweat and lol at "IT" But the unknown is my demon now ?
  losing time in lg. blocks is something we joke with UNTIL it happens.Is like having a stroke but then recovering 100's of times.
  "IT" pushing me is why I may be acting diff. "IT" is close lol no sweat ,BUT when ? Rick
wichitarick May 2016
From the LIVING SIDE OF DEATH! So narrow minded that seeing  the world through the eye of a needle,self worth is now measured in micro-grams & by gauges ,our shame & no one to blame,simple conclusion or final convulsion,LIFE not STRIFE. Peace. R.C. 
wichitarick May 2016
Passivity may have a purpose, morality appears on a much nicer note when the apparition is a lamb
Can we truly understand a game if we have not read all the rules , playing yet conforming for comfort
Floundering in fluff ,subtle hues and warm pastels, making the grade an easy ride no worries of an ending slam
Warm in the splendor of  essentials ,as elements not needing to compound ,basics will continue to work

Sizes of strides manageable when applied to simple life rules ,daily stresses easily kept at bay
Weights and measures  building bigger on a balanced bar ,keeping measures, stacking always strengthening
Gradual raising of our  fundamental needs, each phase useful as a brick, but still remaining semi blinded with more hands to play
Increasing influences of life's portions , can attribute much to an inward soul,  flexing forward while also integrating

Levels of life ,raising from a base, not seeking but continuing to accept and fashion personalities  ,forging  a future
Blindly building, while change brings greater range from people places and things ,finding  contentment  or fantasy
As the stages turn the pages will we retreat and hide or advance leaving more to chance, taking it in as we mature
Forming as well as following ,blind or biased by words realty of others talking of boxes or cages or chips off an old block
  as it is playing out ,expressions seeping externally  leaving the luxury of the perceived canopy

Finally starting to face so many facts as laid out in others thoughts ,guidance worldly wisdom taken as out guide
Externally ,Unknowingly, progress plodding forward paved in morality ,blindly blocking truth
Basic deeds may not be revealing our true needs ,shadowing around the corners ,testing for things untried
Abstract as a new way is a hard card to play when always playing by the books ,leaving the soul to become a stronger sleuth .R.C.
wichitarick May 2016
Writing is useful,but does it come out as maniacal or insane,is hard to express a simple thought without showing the depths it was wrought. a gain is my own, almost selfish rarely ever shown. when all the cards are on the table it is hard to be a magician.
The play with words & sounds become increasingly centered, a hope for focus, a wish to not be led astray ,to far away from the conscious edge while still seeking an epiphany .
That transition is easier to live as a lifestyle,rather than holding back ,better to know the truth than to hide from the present ,how many sit with it or are afraid or find it vile.
A corruption of thoughts & feelings or convoluted dreams can be dealt with stoically or possibly handled & fondled serving as a gift to the mind & soul that are willing to own them. R.C.
wichitarick May 2016
My souls sanity stays in balance only because of my understanding of how my past & my present are in a fine balance together.
  Never to let them meet ,they must remain discreet
  But not naive to think they both don't play a role
  The clearing of our minds is useful but the present is part of the past
   Age is the dominant factor but it gains the strength from previous delusions

  Many scream WHEN WILL IT END never recalling where it began
  If we want to stay, part of the price we must pay
  Is to live in harmony with our ourselves,not stuck but knowing we never ran
  We will be led astray is a natural fact, it is behind but also part of today.R.C.
wichitarick May 2016
Rolling ,falling ,tumbling , taking on traditions of gravity ,more sincere than religion in its nature
Building from a budding breath,carousing on unsure footing ,climbing relentlessly though unchecked
Frugal in thought, never realizing the true systems that should have been wrought,time will pay as they mature
Blind ambitions masking all intentions, reckless rampage forcing itself upward,but still remaining unprotected

Slowly growing ,taking on new ways, actively rising still uncompromising with a pattern littered with phantoms
daily paying a penance, yet still offering little resistance ,life's luscious moments taking up most of our time
Promises made against hands yet unplayed ,as new trials present themselves matching resistance paid with higher ransoms
Middle ground now meeting ,raking together a center piece more exposed ,playing pasts with hopes for a nicer future rhyme

Brazen bravery shown ,learned as we have grown but with a cost ,missing links leaving out parts of passion
Some may see it as cold ,individually known as bold , still playing part as the trait is linked to our fate
Moments of reason sometimes switching with the seasons , true reason still not a daily part of the ration
Blameless behavior, based without  any reasonable facts, part of how we now react,responsibility now a closing gate

Those cautions we were warned to use now showing themselves as deeper wounds ,time building up a more visible wall
Climbing the ladder ,missing a few rungs  allowable lessons but at what cost, once frozen but still willing to face the frost
Individuals moving with learned motivations but still relying on past lessons ,learning slowly may become part of the final downfall
So we may pick or choose lifes lessons ,making room for our own reasons ,just playing along ,waging like winners so all is never lost.
R.C.
wichitarick May 2016
Almost overwhelming for many we all just wait! can we see IT,I live every day in redemption but when? why the wait? when I peek over the side will IT pull me IN or or will "IT" push me OVER? "IT' hovers over moves around ,front and back, I smiled and waved "IT" slammed me to the ground, My soul smiles my gate is frozen,I lost my ticket, The more steps I take away from the gate the harder IT pushes me back, REDEMPTION IS FINE-WAITING IS HELL! Rick
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