#materialistic
Disgusting
Unpleasant
Rotting
Selfish
Materialistic
Disrespectful
Weak
Desperate
Rude
Arrogant
Controlling
Racist
Deceitful
Verminous
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 9:42 PM UTC
You may believe home to be an address,
You are wrong.
The co-ordinates I list as my place of residence,
Are subject to change.
As do the seasons,
As my health waxes and wanes,
As my job becomes a harrowing echo,
My home will remain,
Incorrupt,
Unblemished.
As the night-sky,
Glistens and reminisces.
Its nostalgic ribbon intertwines with my soul -
My heart,
Recognises its home.
The waves,
That serenely lap against the shore,
Leaving, once elapsed,
A maze of its belongings,
Like a Nomad on his journey.
Demonstrative tides of exposure,
Against our profane human culture,
To jumble together
In definition,
Our home and our belongings.
Does this translate,
That home is sovereign
Of worldly corruption,
And is therefore
Safe from life’s unpredictability?
Home,
It is a state of mind.
Home is the essence which coats your soul.
Home is the promise of peace.
Home could never be my place of residence,
For between hospitals and the couches I have surfed,
Void of worldly possessions,
I have never once been homeless.
I possess more than the man who cannot see
That a fixed abode in this world is not the true interpretation,
Of a phrase so bespoke.
As I look into the night-sky,
And reminisce;
As the waves serenely lap
Against the borders of land and sea,
I accept that no matter where in the world I may find myself,
The moon will still shine,
The waves will still sing soft melodies to the sand,
And my home,
I forever hold in my hand.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 10:28 AM UTC
what do you want?
the money
the fame
the ***
the name
the brains
and a heavy pay-check?
do you want the lies
the rage
the meaningless objects?
or can you tell
it is a facade
to shame
your intellect?
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
Life is fragile
Don’t turn your head
Cause when you look away
Life has already ended
We look around for things to do
Ignoring the things we already have
For the newer shinier things we see ahead
Burying the old dull looking things we no longer want
When we can no longer feel complete
When all we feel is the hunger of something more
The wanting of something that will only sedate the craving
We have truly lost ourselves
Look inside and ask yourself
Do I REALLY need this?
Or do I just want it to be a part of a trend
Am I really going to use it
Will it be useful in ten years
Twenty years down the road
And we find ourselves digging
Finding old treasures we’ve forgotten
Like finding buried treasure
We hoard it for more years
Until we can no longer remember
When we actually got it
We think and think
But nothing comes to mind
We see the now junk items
And see ourselves staring back
We see that we too are broken
Covered in dust and unwanted
Forgotten by those who once cared
And buried by those we hold dear
But still we marvel at the novelty
The memories in which we can remember
The few moments of happiness or sadness
In which is etched into us like stone
When we are able to look at something new
And say that it won’t satisfy us
Only then will we be able to say
We have lived life to the fullest
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
A kaleidoscope of fleeting embers appears beneath the fireplace—
Burnt ashes permeating these hollow halls of winter.
Faded cards with Christmas carols mark the existence of another absolution
Where we invent ourselves from glass crystals and a nonsense
Fanatical of perfection.
Shards of rainbow-colored glass on the floor as we run barefoot among the stars.
Sparks of yellow and orange and blue and red and gold illuminate
The dreary existence of this lonely town.
As we search for new illusions to
Fill our drunken hearts.
Chestnut leaves fall onto the ground
As we countdown—
Five…
Four…
Three…
Two…
One…
Another year gone—
Another soul taken—
To cashmere sweaters and expensive screens.
What have we become?
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
Little famished people left after they were born
A tiny old place can no longer be their home
Little acquisitive people travel to the cities
Soon their greed seize their courtesy
Little naive people disguise so well.
“Let us add a white shade to our scarlet blood.”
Little grey people complain about the world
A tear or two should ‘justify' their ‘love'
Little learned people fight for human rights
Dazzling crystal goblets clink on every ‘I'
Little erudite people cherish old tombs
But they forget the life spent in the womb
Little fading people live no life
Hence they regret as they retire
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
Love
You use it like a currency
One coin — after another —
when slipping through the mouth
of a vending machine
is no longer enough
You shove and pound on!
Until I gag:
moneysecurityopportunitysuccesspridepowerstatusdreamshappinessthingsthingsthingsdeadthings
When I ask You:
“Do You regret gambling away
in me the Life that was promised
to You
as a wasteful investment
when my open hand holds only
Disappointment?”
You answer with conviction
suffices to convict me
“Blood is thicker than water
so I will try harder”
as I swallow — each —
and — every —
— well — meaning — copper —
flood my throat
in the ****** beautiful taste of Love
Love
Love
Love
Nothing
but Love.
I shall never starve for Love
if only I had the stomach for such Food.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 2:25 AM UTC
When I look at you
and your hundred photographs
with some smiles saying cheese
while you are busy making some material memories.
You tend a click a shooting star
or perhaps a new born flower.
You capture the reindeer
and get a video of a someone drinking beer.
Those likes that please
and the validations that they give.
Is it really what matters ?
Would you still click the riviera
instead of lying on the grass ?
or would you take a moment to breath
or post just another smiley ?
Its a never ending cycle.
Communication through light
and distantly distant on the inside
You still don't bother
and still request more friendships.
Do you still long for those hugs and
that little chemistry.
Do you still wish to hold hands
or the ups in your heartbeats.
I still wait for a whisper,
telling me that you love me.
I wish to wake up besides you
and not for a beep.
But there’s you
and your Fake Dopamine.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC
I find it funny
How we live our lives
Showing our love
And gratitude
And everything else
In the value of
little
metal
pieces
And slips of
paper
Whose value
Is more than it should be,
When all we do is
waste away
Until the world is naught
But dust and starlight.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC
Diamonds are forever
Because they're carbon
And we're carbon
She wants to last forever
But she's going on 37
Honey I feel your pain
as my strength will wax and wane
That's why diamonds last forever
Because they're carbon
Heated carbon
She wants to smile forever
But today she's sad as ever
That's why diamonds are forever
Because they're carbon
Under pressure
Darling close your eyes
And smile one more time
And honey I feel your pain
As my joints begin to pain
That's why diamonds are forever
Because they're hardened
She just wants to remain beautiful
But that's a shallow pool to swim
And honey I feel your pain
As my love brings sorrow again
That's why diamonds are forever
Because they're diamonds
And we're diamonds
She just wants to learn
And that's no one else's concern
And honey I feel your pain
As I stitch my scars again
And that's why diamonds are forever
Because they're diamonds
And we're
She just wants to take her time
And not be crowded by the lies
And honey I feel your pain
But I don't want to waste my time aga in
And that's why diamonds are forever
Because they're diamonds
And we're dying
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC
We used to work for what we need
But now we toil with thoughts of greed
Limitless hunger makes work tough
Because you'll never have enough
True wealth comes from a different place
A source of emotion and grace
Don't let your heart be ruled by want
And resist desires endless taunt
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
Their eyes moving hither & tither,
Accidentally enraptured on one another.
As soon as they met they fell in love❤,
Adding spice to life,just like clove.
Finally he confessed :
" Rose I love you" with a joyous cry,
She replied:
" My love, life without you is monotonous & dry"
He gifted red rosé *** to fair Rose,
Fair one affectionately cared for red,
They both came too close..
In her dreams she saw her love on death bed..
What happened? who did she see??
Did the plant die?
Or their relationship?
Or both?
But why did they leave her???
All started with restless eye,
Ending with an unexplained gudbye...
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 9:27 AM UTC
We live in such a material age.
Where people get excluded because of the pieces of cloth they wear
Where peoples’ state of living relies on little rectangular pieces of paper
The bigger the number the better they fare
Where these tiny little numbers on a scale that people care about so much
Change the reflection that appears in the mirror
And the way that other people see them
Even though personality is so much dearer
And everyone’s obsessed
With everyone else’s’ lives
To distract them from their own problems
Even though when you return they stab you like knives
And if you really think
Wonder, ponder and contemplate
You realise this won’t matter when you die
You’ll have a clean slate
It won’t matter what car you drove
Or the clothes and people and places you adorned yourself with
So why worry now while you have a life to live?!
The promise you’ll make to yourself will appear herewith;
You’ll run and jump and touch the sky
Stare at the stars as the cars go by
And love and laugh until you cry
Live until the day you die
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC
Iphone, laptops, and the internet is to make us all smarter
But it makes us all dumber, and life alot harder
Microwaves, bread makers, electric can openers so we can save time
To help us make supper on less of a dime
We no longer talk to friends we text
Ment to bring us closer but it's more like a hex
Want to see a sunset just look on a screen
Don't go outside that would be obscene
We spend all our time at work to buy possessions
It's like an obsession
This material world perplexes me
It's all around me, you see
Ment to bring us closer, save us money, and time
But we are always working so much it's more like a crime
No time for family, friend or mother nature
In this material world we've fallen into a crater
Wouldn't it be funny if the plug was pulled
And we would have to go back to using hand tools
I think we all would turn into drooling fools
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
We consume big and create little,
we like neat things instead of the mess.
Wake up in the middle of our lives to find
we only thought to buy more and pay less.
Attention to the price tag—Need
the hottest J's, the nicest bags.
Stupidly married to the common cents,
we divorce from time and meaning spent.
With our friends and families, we are short.
Our support is digital. Our talk is report.
We don’t bother to calculate what they add;
high bandwidth and credit subtract the sad.
Truth is no longer requested offline;
we readily settle with others’ designs.
Two-Day shipping makes us smile,
for happiness we wait no while.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
Through the serendipity of a naive act,
A mere rumour of the bygone tale.
Perceived by a small offense,
Was the story of Riverdale.
A machine of parts and *****
Built for an arithmetical crusade,
Channeled with high voltage,
The tool for every complex barricade.
For science has toyed with his destiny,
For his life was a written code,
For his face was made of metal alloy,
For his troubles laid on the same road.
For his calculations were neat as heaven,
As his binary numbers were perfectly synch,
Like the sun rising on an early day,
Like the rain falling on the same clay.
But the story took a seismic turn,
His mind was on a number's high,
When like lightning came she,
A thunderstorm from a clear sky
A mermaid out of the blue sea,
She touched his metal face,
For she had seen none of like him.
But that touch created a little spark,
In the metal heart out of chances that slim.
As his codes discharged to form a conscious wave,
For the metal mind felt the aura,
For the metal body moved to dance,
For Riverdale loved that girl,
For she was his fading chance.
But do the humans understand love?
I doubt they do, for the metal heart,
Was driven out from the lands.
For his story never had a start.
The sin of emotion, the bliss of pain,
For his metal heart rusted in vain.
Over his kingdom of broken dreams,
Neither did she, nor a soul felt his reign.
As his metal body rusted away,
In the aura of an insane world,
Where love is a jewellery reserved,
For this misery has now unfurled,
He died a metal death with a humane heartbreak.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
In Ireland we had built a truly independent nation,
standing proud after years of strife and deprivation
But we yearned to join Europe, enticed by her charms,
and she was happy to welcome us, with open arms
Once we used to have pounds, shillings and pence,
when we joined Europe we adopted euros and cents,
We bought in to a single European currency,
and got loads of money, for everything a subsidy
Yes Europe proved to be extraordinarily generous,
the goose that kept laying golden eggs for us
Our government went mental with the money Europe kept sending,
it appeared this generosity was never ending
And our banks joined in with unprecedented lending,
we the people were happy, ah the money we were spending
We threw caution to the wind, it was pure insanity,
we paid ridiculous prices for even the smallest property
Mortgages and loans were given out like sweets,
credit cards with no limit for those occasional treats
Yes the borrowing and spending went on unabated,
sure why wouldn’t it, it was completely unregulated.
There was so much money, loans were so easy to get,
each one of us accumulated a serious amount of debt
Most of us were living way beyond our means,
had we sold our souls for a handful of beans?
Such was our success, other nations did applaud,
we bought new houses and cars and apartments abroad
Credit cards and loans bought so much other stuff,
one could be forgiven for thinking we could never have enough
We changed as a people, became quite materialistic,
we wanted so many things that were beyond realistic
we forgot what was important, which was really quite sad,
judging each other it seemed now by how much each had
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
If harmony in your life is what you truly aspire
bonding of mind and body you must first acquire
when they have become joined, unified as one
know, only now, your journey have you begun
Removing yourself from materialistic desire
is a necessary condition that you will require
enhancing your ability to more easily find
this true wisdom embedded in your mind
Illuminate your way with this one light of truth
for the wisdom residing therein needs no proof
an internal voice proclaims its veracity above any other
your inner sanctum is impervious to any false cover
The heart is the battleground, a place where all is contained
where you find pain, ultimately you will find what is gained
no person can ever perceive, nor has he ever been shown
this place that awaits him, forever it must remain unknown
So too your heart, its real location is in your own mind
this true happiness we all seek, it need not be defined
only first we must truly begin to know how it is to be controlled
otherwise to be defeated by fear, and in need to be consoled
Fear for the most part, belongs to the forces of evil and is their tool
used for the purpose of confusing one’s wisdom, attempting to fool
while the forces of good have the power to enlighten, resuscitating the mind
strengthening those wishing to be saved, as well as giving sight to the blind
Yes good and evil will, necessarily, continually strive
if evil overcomes, it will be your soul that it will deprive
and when evil reaches that point beyond redemption
only its complete destruction will remove all contention
This reality, perhaps, is why as human beings we are truly bound as one
despite our differences, it is G-d’s will that evil must ultimately succumb
when this final day approaches, He will allow us to collectively deploy
united as one to execute G-d's command, and evil will we finally destroy
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC
You long for the sensation of happiness, and try to find it in everything possible.
But never get that real fulfilment you're looking for.
You struggle to find what it is that you need, but you can hope its there.
And just by looking at a new purse in your favourite store, next to some pretty heels; that array of happiness momentarily lies in your presence.
But there are all these things to want in the world.
All these materialistic items that can make you happy for just a few short moments.
But what I personally really want is him.
He gives me that happiness that lasts aeons, and that is what I need
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
I wish you cared
the way you care where you'll go for lunch today,
I wish you listened
the way you hear your favorite bass chords,
I wish you'd spend time
the way you waste away all your savings,
Show me passion, don't show off
Feel my heart beat like your sheets, so soft
I feel your chest rise and fall
Feel the way I truly care,
and in return, get nothing at all.
Why do you only care when it's convenient?
When did my standards become so lenient?
I wish you the best,
the way you wish away today
I wish you the best,
but with you there is no grey.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC