#avarice
Know patience
With your flower, a halo of symmetry...
Right about silence, are we to understate rages?
Pennies, and silvery tongues in a jar, ready for liberty?
Strange almost, never absolute
Walking before us, the tows of remorse
Have the character, the clash of sincerity's doom?
Here is your waiting smile, you offer is a kinder force...
Lights in the city
Awful promises, that risk, everything
For your chance, with blind measures, the opus of wit
Has you by the hand, and I want a little more than anything
When, suspense, and anticipation?
Has had our sit, to collect a merciful none?
That has seen the world through, our eyes as kin
A brighter memory has come with us to a deviation
Pretty lady, are we to share a kiss on their behalf?
Doting on the sore and the sour, can't a simplicity save one more
Justice that is, when sordid is to be a question we instinctually laugh
Is a world-weary sneeze at the rhyme and reason, of justice's order?
Killing time on each other's nerves, asking the poor and their actual
Will we succumb to live and let's lucre; the walls of oblivion...?
Taste the flower I gave you, a shrewd sin in the morrow so if and factual
That time is following us, with another face and space for living...
The opinion of candy, the taste of powers of Christ?
Has a wayward share in a cloud, that escapes the moment with avarice
In a brand-new breeze, of what was somber news, a shadow of lies?
Is our need, a penny spent, and a tongue about sexes blessed, sight?
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 2:06 PM UTC
West with the sailor
Witness the pride, I make:
We are the succinct, as a day were
Worlds away from love, we notice our justice's sake
Wish, for a dilemma in the seen...
Taken with soul of service to an ideal
Are we heard, are we here to collect, is he correct?
Having the time of our lives, has the sun come to heal?
A mercy in the western sky...
With the whistles and salacious stares of a nobility
Speed in your way? a stronger why?
Saving guidance from a mutual lip, I know you for a liberty...
Moons with a tear, smell like cheese
Green as a coltish survivor, of a meant spoil, we share a tea
Like liberty is a watching mouse, with a raging tomorrow to ***
Look hard or surmise a bready nose, the day has come for the sea?!
Night in the harbinger's arms, joins one
Won with a stoic resolve, a decency has the moment to glow
We are the people to beat, when avarice has no money
How, is with me until a name is sweet as a flower, never sour...
Names with a realm to their touch, honey
Waiting on the soul of promises to become our own
Can a sailor with a fishy breath, save you from a tongue of firey
Draught; not draft, not drastic, not dramatic, not drones...?!
Smile one less time, one more age?
I have learned to marry...
A question of pomposity's advice, that has curiosity for kind
Comment and see this land, have a sigh we made, a heart to carry...
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 6:56 PM UTC
Run... run while you can
before the envelopment entraps you
encapsulating escape with leaden clouds
skies darkened by searing missiles
unburdening caches waiting
for the stirring of conflict
so easy to hijack
as hatred
screams
loudest
drowning
out the pleas
of nursing mothers
as children's faces fend off
old feuds and avarice of arms dealers
Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 4:59 AM UTC
Maybe it's all the avarice
The commonplace detachment,
Of trodden-life, taken as a game.
It is what it is,
The way things go,
A billion different ways
To say the same thing.
Jun 18, 2023
Jun 18, 2023 at 1:54 PM UTC
The sweetness of dismal forth?
Space and a tapping heavy will of the wish
Greeting the dread, a host of silence, music for worth...
Naked real enough, naked felt to mention
Raises an eyebrow, raises a hunger
To the table of vestige, the tone of mystique
For a doting hope, dancing in the arms of thunder
Reach and purpose, in the shielded eyes of a lead...
Curious rhymes and times with a patronage's bag
Hurt feelings for a lore, in the needs of more
Had like a thought, in toil we save the cursory to add...
A callous few, the society of timid eyes, knows you somehow stranger
Lights that remind, you...
Three pigs and a wolf to tell the time
Have a mirror in mind, one for alienation
Two for a side of salt, and three wishes that should, a crying...
And a wolf in the first place...
Space for happening homes, the tale of synergy in grasp
That has the continue if not the view, of when a soon is sate
Is a requite of voice and its taste in joy, a new past to ask?
Exorcism of a priest, and a tale of youths?
Without the kindness of privilege, or the epistolary of count
The wailing and the stolen tryst, of powers that be our couth's?
In the dim and violent, misery we will note, is but a secret's pout
Passionate days, with a reason to be here
Aching eyes on the verge of unity, if not use for a cross
That has said, in a treatise of vice and quiet offering, of fear...
The none, the fulfilled song, and ourselves in an eye to toss...
Jun 3, 2023
Jun 3, 2023 at 12:15 AM UTC
Lucious
Simple cares, simpler fires
Finally a call to his
Where the living is only higher...
Real, the truth though
Sight and smell, makes baby's
Hearing and taste, makes daughter's
Skin and well... psychic is a boy's seems
Careful beginnings
Would a sharing land agree?
Peace was but beauty, curious and cunning
The dote of avarice, does it silent thee?
Long decision's to find fun
Fun, for a solitary reason
Fresh is an art, to these wonder
Mercy is a power, to these a season...
With the voice of a calmer world
Silent was the choice, a chance's cause
Caring for nothing, but greater courage
Than all of a wish made, by what was living with the odd's...
May 23, 2023
May 23, 2023 at 6:12 PM UTC
Nine angels
Care and naked simplicity
Future weal, to remind in open quarrel
Speed is a having guest, to avarice when implicitly...
A heart of darkness
And the cares of calling a friend to the table
Rued gestures of candor, a candle of secrets
And the stir of something greater, than a justifiable...
Looking hard, for a salient generosity of ply and can
Will a shared eye, begin here, or in the meet
Of promises told to take their time, a stodgy plan?
Letting boding become a shame? taking a seat...
Ten angels
And the blindness of voices attuned to a pitch
Vice and curiosity to tender a vantage, well
Who is the other side of privilege in the dark, so rich?
I am, says one, the truth in terrified gifts...
Is a language we can afford; a hatred of hearts, and nix?
With a nobility of silence, we have adjusted might's to is...
A hearkening joke, the only way to survive the day, ad sic.?
All flee, but the one, and the need of cause serious
To remember the taste of couth, complimenting the hour with aim
Did, says the one to remain, the word of composure is ours furious
Adding, says the rest to a whole comfort, I knew by the very name...
Mar 16, 2023
Mar 16, 2023 at 2:03 PM UTC
The book of works
Spare me the details?
Suffice, in a general task, irked
That said the comments of Israel...
Polite shoes, on the anniversary of reign
To share an eye full, the truth in a hidden
Taste, for ancientness in the silence, of when
A philosophy comes, is a paradise for the asking?
Oft a share's heed, silent until a kiss never's...?
The haste of poise, the turn of this into something greater...
Welcome home, avarice, the total of courage has a lover
That fated justice in a pale memory for you, the fates of tomorrow?
Wishes in cold conveyance, the times to remember the heat?
Torrid as we are, a taste for houses of promises
Are we the reality to beat, come hell or high water to eat?
A grape, the pretense of mercy - in an accord we due, to vices...
A house of which and worlds of worth
That has none, a squalor that completes the circle...
Of space for a yearning soul, semblance in a call heard
By any who would, a cause curious enough to hope, miracles...
Have a shadow of youth, to a gesture of time, to a coarse song
Winking and preaching a salty tune, that is to come...
A livid appearance of kind, if not kings of journey and wealth, long
To the tooth and made from frank controversary, we dumb...
Salt and honey, the truer passage of uniqueness
Honey and rice, the presence of love, with a cordial ordeal
Rice and vinegar, known to take the time at life's crossroads, to bless
Vinegar and myrrh, with a personal observation, the very winds of healing...
Add milk?
So do we, the irony of prayers that substitute a focusing heart
To wisdom and undue hate, the pyres and frustration's of ilk
To see you in a holiness's robe, the voice we keep, sincere Jerusalem's?
Stones of health, or the knife of war...
Poignant to a fall, the season we chose for a character to blow
The untoward, the cares of simplicity to kingdom come, for out
A rallying heat's rage, that has become a future we know...
With another's heart, the total of cherubs and heaven
Look fast and hard, the haste we further, is a nerve
That has chosen you, for a chance of life in the giving
Where no one, more special than a kite, is a tree to serve?
Jun 25, 2022
Jun 25, 2022 at 5:38 AM UTC
A pearl mansion, three stories tall
Soaring on a halcyon hill.
A stretched view to read the world.
A throne with riches to fill.
The comfort of a swain.
But carnality in silence
An everlasting reserve of cake.
A bottomless appetite in defiance.
A quail in a cage, the keys in her hand.
To pluck the plume languidly.
A daffodil to determine fate:
“I love him. I love him not.”
To spoil their fly,
To reap their fall.
Their loyalty hazily sewn
In grounds of her royal hall.
Heels encased in crystals of tears.
To lien their names
And shine her shoes
Perched high on a golden bluff.
To shutter her windows
On cloudy days.
To be a star in the night
Despite the moon’s wane.
Eternal seasons of the self.
To watch feathers move
Without the burden of wind.
The quietude of stillness but to fill the void.
To reign solely as a dreary majesty.
To kiss and then walk astray.
Or perhaps earnest denial
To pacify the pain.
Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 11:07 AM UTC
It’s one of those days where we’re polite
but we want to gather handfuls of ****
and **** it at the faces
of those who’ve known no sadness,
other than the dappy misery they’ve caused
to those, potential relations,
they told they loved.
I try to deny a bitterness
when I check every lock each night
including on my bins,
that each of us is the same
from birth
but the score of this whole game
starts on different tees.
See, we know.
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 1:04 PM UTC
pledges to purchase
intent on acquisition
baby-grow wishful thinking
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
To be buried due to old age
Is a dream I take for granted
Allow children time to assuage
Not to join blanketed by the planet
Age, a privilege not given to all
Genocide before nightfall
Malnutrition at the mess hall
Drugs calling souls to awol
Avarice causes many to fall
From buildings so so tall
methanol,
cannon *****
alcohol
Death dealers always on the call
But to be buried due to old age
Is a dream I take for granite
tonight
and tomorrow
and tomorrow and tomorrow
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC
I'm sorry, but I cannot give,
without being given .
Though my fee is fair.
So please; Do pay.
If you want me to care.
It's just they way it now is.
A brand new start,
Since I privatised my heart
My blood may run green,
But I'm not mean.
Or full of malice.
But only if you pay,
Can I give you more
Than fay sympathy.
It's just the way it now is.
A brand new start,
Since I privatised my heart.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC
The only big struggle
Is for money bristle
Finishes like a bubble
When we see Sin puddle.
Is this so thing doddle?
Actually it is a circle
Vicious; none to fiddle
As it makes one nuzzle
In their cozy castle.
Earlier there was raffle;
Making us quite subtle
In all innate our struggle.
Money’s single ripple
Can conscience straddle
Into treachery subtle.
So dear when see boodle
Don’t forget to whistle;
And flee away with chuckle
From this vicious girdle.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
Before you go to the place burial
Before the world goes unreal
Before God ceases to be ideal
Before man becomes asocial
Before Money becomes viral
Stop Money from become visual.
When you give any approval
To let cruel Money be initial
Pave path pathetically deferral.
We know Money is very vital
Many for it with brothers quarrel.
Stop Money from become visual.
Human never before money trivial,
Money – a means to be happy total
Is a wrong belief as it is only defrayal.
Let be a man, lion, fox or camel
Be it gold, silver, iron or metal
Stop Money from become visual.
Why to treat Money so special
When human nature is acquittal?
Many times it needs one’s approval
To change man who is immoral:
God is watching You! Ye Mammal.
Stop Money from become visual.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
If we keep walking the same old way.
Not facing the future as we walk away.
In to a past that becomes the next day.
Following the path of a
Sunless may.
The sky will start turning a dangerous grey.
Bringing on storms to wash the many away.
I'll bring a question for your ears to touch.
How could you trust the
I's of much?
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
Now days people only receive but they never want to give apathetic by nature sentiments are kept within only living for themselves only feeding their desires no one really wants to help no one really cares for one another as obvious as it is they'll only exist when they can get something out of it most people in our planet are condemned with lack of love most people in our planet are condemend with selfishness condemend with avirce condemend with SLAVERY
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
The Man is lying naked.
This filthy pavement is his abode.
The Man is emaciated and famishing.
And he never begs for alms,
Proud and conceited.
The road is busier than ever.
No one takes interest in him.
No one catches a glimpse at him.
And a few feign not having seen him at all.
The time fleets on, the cars move on,
The Man is lying naked.
At the first blush, far from being a beggar
Is the Man.
He is well-complexioned with big glamorous eyes.
His face is sleek and his hair shines against
The lustrous sunbeams.
His eyes are gleeful, but mournful is his heart.
Penniless though, his craving for gold is sheer.
He ogles at the gold brought by the people around.
But he never begs for alms,
Proud and conceited.
Then someone nears him and asks who he is.
After much vacillation, he dismisses his taciturnity.
“Mankind is my name”, he replies.
The time fleets on, the cars move on,
The Man is lying naked.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 2:17 AM UTC
Yes you are certainly truly;
the forever blameless you.
Not blanched, scared or blemished.
Proudly sweep on through,
the disease and disaster.
here are you: the auteur ,actor,
written, and right.
demonstratively a demon
on a wreck and toll.
A shits-shaper of reality,
Casting a shadow of blight.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
Insufferable suffering at the heart of sulphur intent.
Resolute in repetition, caustic in touch,
austere in intent;
ruffles words and mixes in ego‘s promise of absolute within.
Endless shining perfection.
Clarity personified.
Morals petrified to a solemn stone reminder of sin.
All suffer; in the dead heart
Of powers self pleasuring whim.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
Demonic, for it
consumes your being, a hole
ever expanding.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
Jammin’ with Mammon.
Hyped to the max.
Finding those loopholes
Paying no tax.
Slammin’ for Mammon.
Foreclosing on life.
You died too soon?
We’ll tax your wife.
Jammin’ with Mammon
The world by the tail.
Lie cheat and swindle
Don’t worry about bail.
Swimmin' like salmon
Against the stream.
Dealing from the bottom;
Living the dream.
Slammin’ for Mammon;
Trample the rest.
Get first and last from
The community chest.
No famine for Mammon;
Let the poor starve.
**** the fatted calf and
Get ready to carve.
Jammin’ with Mammon
As good as it gets.
No room for conscience
Or squishy regrets.
Slammin’ for Mammon
Means money is king.
Don’t count the victims,
Just get the brass ring.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC