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Henk De Wet May 2021
Right now
foresight and wisdom
seems to be more
complex
than the fifth dimensional prism

It's a system

Finances provide answers
only if you can provide
their transits

their means of making
their planning and paining

So draining

Think of the time
think of the place

think of the meaning
that you will take

Why do you want it
why do you need it

what is the way that you will ask
why you will take what you ask of them to relate

It's simple
It's a system

Write it and roll it
that's what she says will fold it

Prodding
and planning
your productions and provisions
your margins and makings

It's a system
It's simple

It's not ones and zeros
You see
It's twos and threes

Don't you see

Be like me
Be like him
Be like
those three

You don't see

Plant your trees
they grow for fees
in twos and threes

Look
Take a step
Take a break

See your wealth

Make it break
Make it ache
Make it work

See the growth
Take the oath

Make it croak
Make it soak

Take a sip
Save the rest

That's the game
That's the play

See the wealth

It's simple
It's a system
emeraldine087 Sep 2016
We are two tiny pinpricks,
   burning in a galaxy so vast,
without a clue as to how long
   our fires are meant to last.

You are unknown to me,
   just as I am nameless for you.
Light years apart, each with our
   unique sparkle and hue.

Yet to someone so faraway,
   looking up towards space,
We belong together, each in
   our rightful, perfect place.

*(c) emeraldine087
Tommy Johnson Feb 2014
Hush now
In this pain
There’s a broken bone
Felt on me
Where we’ve been
Fascinations
In the faithless age
Guess again
At your fingertips
As the lake
Flows on away my friend
Men grow old
Every child knows the end
Drive fast
While we stand here
Someone help
Get me out of here
Our spirits name it
And it’s so huge and wide
I’ll make it great
Go back
Dot the I’s
Darling
In the sea air
Liar
Kiss her
Shine against her
It’s hard to tell
Get off
Tired games
Goodbye
harvey Mar 2014
would you cry in vindiction
should i repossess your drugs
all i ever really wanted
was your kisses and your hugs

— The End —