This is a hope less for more

For wanting more than we have of plenty brings hopelessness......

A war inside distracts those from their well of plenty, cups runneth over

The older we get the younger the crowd is,winnings, turned over.

With no hands to clasp the winners cup, our victory, spilled over

Losses due to the madness from within men, as time bends

Any given angle that we take is in supplement, perceived wrong by the acts of those who are the unfortunate.  

For no chief causes mischief, the leader within

To conduct life appropriately in turmoil is to be as a leaf in the wind...... free, your, warrior

Then, again, be-gin?.....

The gain was lost when you started.

Lost in the game as soon as you bought it

Then, again, be

As you were born with the all, now given more, the, fall, Of ,man, For once he soared

In the conceptual nature of math, the subtraction of thought multiplies the emotions of loss, with no actual winner, prizes divided across. Fractional Added pain reciprocated.., ahhhhhh

I hope less for more....... The Cups of Plenty

~ Poet with a camera


When you want more than a sip, you tip, a lean forward
Bent not a flip. You had more kings and queens reduced to crip, drained now blooded. Stained now shut in. Eyes closed in a world flooded. Only rescued by the ark of your covenant.... with self.