Greedy is not the way
We do things difficult
To others around us
And Don't share with them
But make them think we are the
Bad ones to anyone of them.

Greedy is thinking negative
Like taking away their things from them,
Being an bully to them
Without being positive.

Greedy is not the way
To be naughty and selfish
But stop being greedy.

                By K-mari ©2016

Sunny days has come our ways
Hot weather is what everyone has been waiting for
To head to the beach and make those time memorable.

Sunny days are the best
Because it seems to bring happiness all day
You look outside
And all you see is brightness everywhere.

Sunny days are the times
Where you can have a drink and have fun
Make a bbq and spend time with your love ones

Sunny days are the times to take advantage
For they only come once a year and vanish.

They lied to me.
They tried to tell me
what to care about,
what my interests should be.
They tried to tell me
who I am.

They lied to me.
They tried to tell me what to dream;
then helped to tear those dreams down.
They told me they would be there for me;
yet they were as baseless as their words.
The natural company of misery;
a friend to the friendless.

They lied to me.
They wanted me to believe
that this is what it means to be a man.
Now I know and I can’t look back.
I gave it all a chance,
but it’s time to clear out my brain.
What was once there has now gone.

As I sit on bended knees and pray,
I know there must be a better way.
I come before You with blinded eyes;
seeking Your presence.
I ask that You may lead so I can follow,
that You may teach so I can serve.

They lied to me,
but I know You won’t.
For this is not faith,
nor is it confidence,
it is assurance
etched deeply in my heart.

Dying animals trapped in barbed wire
Man-made men all flailing to conspire
To cross the sea of destiny for hope
to design their own form of misanthrope

Building fences of ignorance and tears
for the respect of their own group of peers
Creating borders to destroy their own wealth
to hasten the decline of their own health

Living animals limitless and free
with untold abundance and scarcity
Roaming the planet to frolic and breed
to the farthest reaches spreading their seed

Happy with total harmony and peace
with no concept of coverings or fleece
Communicating only by their senses
unless of course they start building fences

There once was a posh boy all alone in town,
He saw the sign for a good night going down,
The sign was neon and bright,
and all it said was,
SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS,
So down he went and started his decline,
Shouting SHORT'S, SHORT'S, SHORT'S.

It's 1:46 am
And this is me
Giving up on you
And u told me not to
And I told u I wouldn't
But it's 1:46
and I'm giving up on you
Not because I don't love u still
After all this vacancy
You still occupy me
After all this silence
You're still a blaring siren
But because I'm sick of u filling me
Because I feel empty without u
So it's 1:46
And I'm giving up on you
Not me
Not us
You

we laid in bed and i had scars on my wrist
you looked at them with such disdain, rubbing your fingers over this exhausted skin
i told you then why i got this tattoo
because i told myself that i was done with doing this
you didn't say anything
i didn't say anything
because both of us knew, that commitment was never true