I walk a lonely alley off a quiet dead end street at the gushing blow of where the wind and I meet I clench my coat across my chest, turn my collar for warmth my hat is flung off my head by the coming storms my tie has flown and ***** like the tail of a kite stripped right off my back, my coat puts up a fight I tug back my shirt, but it’s bye byes across the sky Like a black bird bleating I wish myself to fly I extend my arms, running, like a plane off the ground The winds undress me, more clothes dropping down Soaring over cities, buildings and their blue seas releasing the fabrics of my life now escaping me I’m naked, but warmed by the layers of rays from the sun nothing now matters than this feeling of having won against the wind, an open sky, beyond the cast shadows below I freely fly, with nothing on, but the air and where the wind may blow
desire is the flame that burns us from within why give it more fuel? when you know it only stings... to fantasize, romanticize give your hearts' glory & fame to money & material things when in the end- it's the same. wanting to - needing- to craving much more a never-ending cycle that ends in dullness & bore. an inferno of desire consumes the naive & unwise man extinguish it & quench the quest- and you'll find peace at hand.
i used to have money i wore Dior like a Parisian beauty chic and sophisticated flawlessly fashionable or so the surface showed. i used to have six different credit cards a thousand fake friends a pedigree pug i called Peppermint i used to have money i forgot my own worth i skipped my meals to fit into a size four never knowing what i was doing it all for i used to have money until all i saw was dollar signs until i could not recognise my face until i lost my mind
when the last wear has withered and the wardrobe echoes cold memories of empty metal hangers like falling rain know you are not poor undignified or old rejoice! in the bareness of your porous skin not hidden by the dead folds of material— your soul is a prism splitting light into threads respun by God; every dawn you are rewoven as the rays of a new sun
Only liars deny the ambition to go fishing for what they want. The craving, the need, the haunting desires only places you on a self-destructive and burning pyre. You yearn for more, twisting on a mission, wishing for the glistening gold of what you’re owed. To move, to improve, on your flaunts for yourself is such an everlearning taunt of wealth. Well, when your well doesn’t get any higher and the Sun’s hell ceases to tire, emptiness befells the commission and buyer. You’d sire more just to gain more, but wouldn’t look towards your neighbors implore? You would even bore through foreign floors until it's all missing. Toes tucked and turning, mouth foaming, you're an overzealous fiend for more earnings. Your hives don’t die and you keep twitching. Your heart keeps spinning the lies through your sleek grinning and only the drive to buy is what keeps you alive.
August 25, 2020: An infinity next to you so juxtaposed. Even your chauffeur is there just to pose and you have nothing to show for it.
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