We think it's gone
In better times we could have played
As weather's changed
You slipped away
Remembering those blessed days

September sun invigorates
Glimpses of glory warmed
It's riches clasp the back of neck
Absorbed in chest and flow to rest

Time be spent so look ahead
Aim to be your best throughout the test
This place is finite so be our heads
More to life than meets the end
Undefined redemption led

Each babe is assigned their fate,
Before they are even made.

Some are raised by rich parents,
Others by shabby peasants.

Whys life random and ******?
Dunno, ask the almighty!

In an another multiverse
      The other me might be better
Skinny and with goals in his mind
       and a beautiful heart

But he may have the riches
         and the expensive watches...

I have you in this universe
        My road may be broken  
             from the decisions I made
yet you held my hand
       And that's makes my universe
      better than the others

why is it that the zombie can't speak?
why are zombies poor?

why are most vampires rich, educated and always dressed well?



LET'S STRIKE FOR ZOMBIE RIGHTS!
SCRIPTWRITERS AND FILMPRODUCERS HAVE TO MAKE A CHANGE.

I give Increased Life to all I see
I want abundance for everyone
The infinite supply is plenty for all
To have riches and peace and fun

A gain for me does not take from you
Life is not a “zero sum” game
When freely we trade with each other
Since our desires are not all the same

We each have different values and skills
And create with our body and mind
That value we give to each other…
It’s how Increased Life is defined

See a rich goblet of gold
Empty and ready to receive
Ancient in style, yet shining bright

This antique treasure of old
Belongs to you. Trust and believe
And claim your prize in calm delight

In your mind
Become the goblet
You are precious indeed
Your lasting worth decreed

Feeling your worth
Made from riches of earth
Fully fulfilled every day

Spark of divine
Your wealth is a sign
Of life surely flowing your way

Prose
A waterfall
Black and tarry
Flavoured waves of licorice
Lapping like kittens
Against the shore
Her garden is not one of Eden
But one of thorns
Dark and bruising scrub land
An ink stain against the sky
Filthy with life
A broaching scuffle
In richly opulent underbrush
A white and twisted creature
Seeping with magick

The prize
The prize
That was not the prize

There is a hot sting not to wear gold
Nor silver, nor copper, nor soft satin

There is a gnawing hunger
Not to gain,
Check,
Dollar,
Nor nickel.

But
The prize
The prize
Those were not the prize

I crave that first voice
That tongue dancing my song
Those lips kissing my ink
Those teeth chewing in ecstasy
The words I wrote
Just me

We wish to be happy
        But genies can't grant that
                I wish to find a nice life
                        A nice life with you
                                But genies can't grant that
                                        So I wish again
                                                For future happiness
                                                        The genie says again,
                                                                "I can't grant that,miss."
                                                        I wish they could,
                                                I'd be happier then
                                        Happier forever
                                I wonder what you would wish for?
                        A life in riches?
                A happy family?
        You don't need a genie for that!
But my wishes seem to be too much to ask.