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Kei A Feb 2019
Golden rays seeping through stained panes of glass
Your body writhes as light run over your visage
Golden rays dripping like honeyed lies
Those you whisper to me the night before

Pleasure, pain, heat, bliss
The carnal beauty swirling inside me
A kiss as sweet as mollases
And countless regrets akin to the sea

Drench myself in sin, rinse, repeat
We embrace in the dark yet escape the light
How on earth can I escape this cycle of greed
The ardor of it almost blinding me white
Dominic Thompson Feb 2019
Love; what truly is love?
Is it when you want to have them solely for their body?
Nay; for that is lust, not love.

True love; what can truly define it?
Is it how much money someone has?
Nay; for that is greed, not love.

True love is not found in material possessions.
Rather, true love is found from within the person
Beneath their skin
Beneath any emotional armor they put forth
Once you crack their armor, and they willingly choose let you in, that is love
When the two of you can speak kindly, gently, and without reserve, all out in the open with nothing to hide

Love is when there are boundaries that have already been set and bound and aren't broken
Love isn't when one of the two wields a blade of steel, a sword of words, or a dagger of ultimatums against the other
That isn't love; for that is betrayal
Anthony Mayfield Feb 2019
Vitality,
A color of light.
More blatant in the dark.
We all seek it,
But we can't see it.
It's listened for,
But unheard of.
So bundle up,
It's cold outside.
You will freeze in your stride.
The weight of your grin
Will keep you here.
And all that is dear
Will become folly.
I am folly.
I am your folly.
And I will see to it
That you will never see
The color of vitality.
What is the color of Vitality?
Shhhh.....
Do not speak
Listen to the Silence
Whispering in your ears
Words of wisdom
To wake you from the slumber
Castes by the spell of Reality's lies
Rise from the nightmare
You believe to be life
Living awaits your return
By the bed side.
Shhh......
Do not speak
Pay no heed
To the songs of Sirens
That has made you captives of greed.
Hear your thoughts
It's through those waves
Your being tries to reach your body
To lead you to your needs.
Shhhh....
Do not speak
Learn to listen
For you learn
When you listen
The secrets that are never spoken
Yet are floating in plain sight
Only to be perceived by the seeking eyes.
Pyrrha Jan 2019
I have nothing
All this gold
Silver
Jade
Ruby
All this diamond
Sapphire
Emerald
Garnet
All this amethyst
It is all nothing
Because I don't have you
Bard Jan 2019
Rolling dice in the garden of eden
Take chances so my heart will keep beatin
Got a bad hand but I'm still goin all in
Greed and avarice is my choice of sin

Gold chains are what I want  choking my throat
A sinking feeling on a sailing boat
Need gratification to stay afloat
Feelin sick I'm greener than my banknotes

Take risks play games with my life for a chance
My life interwoven with my finance
Paper and tokens have me entranced
Material things have me romanced

Things always there when I reach for em
Name your price and ill hit the atm
Ask for my soul and its no problem
Losin blood, sweat, and tears its no problem

Love can be bought
Friends can be bought
People can be bought
Rights can be bought

Money and chance is what I call god
I have lived life committing fraud
When life is so deeply flawed
You have to make your own god

Worship something in a sea of nothing
Statistic and chance the sweet nothing
Of something intangible feels so loving
Imaginary value and numbers my calling
Travis Dixon Jan 2019
a map of skulls and souls
reaped along routes of trade
a rat burrows into the demon's pen
of blissful greed and greed-
ing ignorance agreeing with
mindlessness, taken to com-
plying with heartlessness
shaved with soul-
lessness
into an empty machine--
a killing being
sentient of nothing but
blood battered faces and clean
of all graces--
a sweet decay of inhabitable spaces
do the animals care?
we decide for them
the discussion unheard, buried
in a coffin of laughing reproach
nailed shut, impaled
with ifs, ands, and buts,
but--
what if we didn't?
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