#wealthy
Oh how you glisten,
Your encrusted top--
Just listen for the dainty pop
Out of the fire and onto my plate--
What a wholesome loaf of fate.
Sing for your supper,
Write for your dinner,
If you can't
Make the dough this time,
I guess you'll be thinner.
The upper crust,
no muss, no fuss,
Day old bread in the bin
with the dust,
Crumbs flung in disgust-
to peck at,
The People
made to bow, as fowl,
consuming their pittance.
Try and run away with the
Milk and a spoon--
Cast off into an
Ocean of milk,
but the small ship sinks
with nothing but a spoon
To row through all the cream.
Drown the milk in chocolate,
and maybe it'll be sweeter
to choke down
past the lumpy chunks.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 9:45 AM UTC
Most days are an empty worn
Out house
On 1300 south block
It sees all the wealthy
From Costco
to it's front door -
If, you heed the need.
No one pays attention
Or spends on empty houses
with broken boards for steps
or bed springs to sleep on.
Most walk by
thinking something like,
That house did it to itself.
To get to where it is.
But they would be dead wrong.
It takes years for a house to empty out
Because of neglect
from all sources, for a time,
For misfortune,
no matter all
the life inside.
This was a yellowbird house
proud to be built.
People, a cat or two,
maybe an obedient dog
walked in and out
Someone cared enough to put a roof on
It thought complete.
Some people are like empty houses,
Neglected, cobwebs and sticky.
But, people bleed,
that get torn down
by so many things.
One thing in common though,
houses and people are eventually
demolished
if no one cares.
Someone may crash
into your car of goods
as you exit the fancy box stores
that make you think more is better.
But then your son collapses at home
from an overdose.
You, clueless.
What were you paying attention to?
Just barely 26.
What was, your yellowbird home,
will now be remembered
When the sound you heard
of your son's thump as he hit
the bathroom floor,
as you readied for work.
Split in half.
Someone dies.
You didn't plan on being
an empty house now
today,
did you?
So, what will you do about it?
Abandoned like an empty parking lot
Sorrow the only true begger
Grasping for something,
A currency
To take you back.
So stop flirting with birds
As they come and go.
Time is not for sale.
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 2:06 PM UTC
I've never wished for fortunes,
I've always prayed for better things.
I'm happy and contented,
Never wanting to live like a king or queen.
I've never craved for riches.
Why should I waste my time?
Possessions are only borrowed.
All I want is peace of mind.
Money can't buy you happiness
Or make your dreams unfold.
Your loved ones are your wealth,
Not pockets filled with gold.
As long as there's food on the table,
A roof above my head,
I will say thank you, Lord,
My life has truly been blessed.
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
Review the code, it’s plain to see
It’s open source, for you and me
Bitcoin provides an open book
You want to see? Just take a look
If closed, we couldn’t verify
The way it works - or firm supply
We couldn’t see the security
Or if the code will make us free
With open source, we know the rules
The inner workings - all the tools
So much better than the fiat scheme
With changing rules - in the extreme
We aren’t all coders, this is true
But thousands check the code for you
Bitcoin is reviewed, every day
It’s open source, and on display
Likely the code most analyzed
So it performs as advertised
And keeps our ledger so secure
Review the code, it will endure
May 3, 2024
May 3, 2024 at 10:19 AM UTC
Don’t delay, just start today
This glad message I convey
Bitcoin’s here, so act straightway
For Bitcoin keeps on growing
Money printing never ends
For the rich, and for their friends
Government just spends & spends
While Bitcoin keeps on growing
Bitcoin brings deflation’s gains
Come break free from fiat’s chains
Hold some value that remains
As Bitcoin keeps on growing
Take some time to sit and learn
To store the value that you earn
Act right now - this is your turn
Since Bitcoin keeps on growing
More good people, every day
Move to Bitcoin’s better way
Get some now, and don’t delay
As Bitcoin keeps on growing
Apr 27, 2024
Apr 27, 2024 at 1:53 PM UTC
I think you do not realize that the childhood of the privileged does not make you richer with knowledge
- There are people far wealthier than the 1%
Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 4:01 PM UTC
I asked about a man named Wealth
Who lives nearby - just up the street
I asked his nearest neighbors
About Wealth, and when I could meet
The neighbor on the left replied
That Wealth was not a friendly guy
And since this was the certain case
To help us meet - he wouldn’t try
And then the neighbor on the right
Said “Wealth’s a super friendly man”
“Easy to talk to - fun to see”
Could we meet? “We surely can”
Both neighbors quick to answer
But with such different views
It left me puzzled right at first
But soon I knew which view I’d use
So Wealth and I remain good friends
I’m happy that I know him well
Get to know this man called Wealth
Enjoy his home and with him dwell
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
Wealthy people have a knack
Of making contributions
They don’t let trials get them down
But focus on solutions
So don’t let anger conquer you
Or seek out retribution
But seek to take the higher road
And offer a solution
Of several ways to undertake
A problem’s diminution
The best by far is simply choose
A mindset of solution
So cultivate this daily choice
There are no substitutions
To making it your daily goal
To seek out good solutions
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 8:54 AM UTC
Is Justice
the principles
of how a society should function
to facilitate the joy and happiness
of every citizen?
In contrast,
has modern law
become the powerful and wealthy
imposing their
demands and expectations
on the rest of us?
Is law
not
the principles of Justice?
Is law
not
principles which guide the behaviour of every citizen
to facilitate the joy and happiness
of every citizen?
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
They think I'm rich
They think I'm wealthy
They think I'm a saint
That I'm healthy
They think that they know
What it means to be me
Oh no
No they don't understand me
Not at all
They think I'm lost
They think I'm drifting
They think I've no cause
That I'm sinking
They think that they can see
What it means to be me
But they can't even see me
Oh no
No they don't understand me
Not at all
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
Living Gods
My God we’re Gods,
see no matter what we do we’ll leave behind a legacy,
working forward with the tools we’ve got,
without getting worked up or caught up realizing that everything’s only energy,
which is why we take in stride the fact that we’re modest aristocrats,
I mean after all how much money does one man need,
I mean we’ve got millions which is plenty enough to live on,
plus we’ve got friends who literally have billions,
I mean I don’t even need that much,
I mean I’m more motivated to feed the needy than dominated by being greed,
plus billions is a lot of money I’d even wager to say it’s too much,
& I don’t want nor need that kind of responsibility,
I mean I don’t even need all the money I already have,
don’t really care about jewelry or cars or the name on name brand tags,
I just want to be with good friends in good weather eat healthy & live comfortably,
plus I’m not impressed with how much you take my interest is more about how much you give back,
because true wealth is about having good health in body mind & soul,
& giving back to the world in kind is usually a good sign of that,
plus I see God’s work more in the Philanthropist than in the Evangelist,
& we’re Gods which is why I give every dollar I make from my art back,
I don’t need the money I mean I make more on the interest in my saving than I spend on living,
plus I’m not having kids & I’m giving everything away to charity when I pass anyways,
so when I die please burn my body send my ashes to the sky & donate my money to worthy causes,
& don’t ask why just realize or at least accept that it’s all part of The Prophecy that I am and it’s great,
because honestly,
we’re Gods,
& I don’t mean that in any way that’s blasphemous,
I mean that in the past there was Isis there was Mercury & there was Horus of course,
& we’re the modern day incarnations of greatness shining so bright they can’t ignore us so they ask for us,
see the truth is that we are the new Buddhas & you could be the new Zeus ‘cause,
energy never dies it just changes form as it always has for all of infinity,
& I honestly used to wonder what my roll was,
but now I see I’ve been nominated to be the scribe that writes these verses faithfully,
so I type away on my laptop instead of throwing back mad shots,
because someone’s gotta scribe these vibes so that our legendary lives’ will live in Eternity eternally,
& now that I’ve got that out of the way let me get back to what I was saying,
about how we’re Man Gods not at all unlike the Pharaohs that used to exist in Rome & Egypt,
which makes sense & is appropriate given that one of the kids at the event I was at tonight,
wore threads that were from the King of Morocco only difference is there’s wheels on our chariots,
and our horses are under our hoods,
but we still have Tridents as our emblems,
that’s a Maserati reference not that it makes a difference,
because when we die our bodies all return to the same essences,
saw another guy at that event,
which was at a house on The Hampton’s biggest estate property,
he wore the Caduceus around his neck,
which is the symbol of the God Mercury,
it was then that it occurred to me,
or rather was reaffirmed to me,
that we are all Gods which is not at all odd,
given the position that we sit in currently,
& I asked him,
if he knew what the symbol around his neck meant,
& he replied as he stared at me with stars in his eyes “Of course I do,
it’s the symbol on the staff of the God Mercury.”, to which I answered, “Yes”,
& then he said he made music,
after which I told him I write books to leave my mark,
& mark my words he’s going to be famous and so will he shout out to Billa,
because for those that are chosen to be shown the path is already known in the stars,
so if you want to know where I am just look up,
& you’ll know I’m always close as long as you can see the sky,
& when I’m gone you’ll still have these books Love,
because art is the only thing man creates that stands the test of time,
plus these body’s we have are not all that we are in this life,
we are Love & we are Light & although we might look like mortal kind folk,
that’s only our disguise so we can hide from immoral rivals see we’re actually Immortal Idols,
& we try to stay humble but it’s tough to stay modest to be honest,
when you’re Gods & Goddesses that feel so good you can’t hide the smiles,
smile,
my God we’re Gods,
see no matter what we do we’ll leave behind a legacy,
working forward with the tools we’ve got,
without getting worked up or caught up realizing that everything’s only energy…
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
Hamptons July 2018
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
do you think
cloaks of normalcy
societal smiles
wash away reality -
that screens pulled close
pious veils drawn
means all is well -
that children next door
from 'respectable' homes
aren't used like so much spoil
displayed with polish
to the highest bidder -
what tales do you keep
to sleep at night
in perfumed air -
'it's far away
some hapless child
not where I drive
with tinted glass
they're lower class
don't know the Lord
mere runts down town
where father drinks
can't pay their rent
make decent wage
so sell the kid
for sordid nights -
- n - o -
it happens
to tender buds
in wealthy
suites
and poorer shacks
in any
place
and every age
from dot to
grown
they stay unseen
stare at their
sums
are ***** this night
sob off to
sleep
as mother too
walks right on
by
deaf to the screams
he wants his
due
so he will take
her brother
too
'now be a man'
says worm to
prince
he lies to all
most to his
face
and no one sees
and no one
hears
the silent screams
with veil drawn
close
they look askance
and walk on
by
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
People spend money like water.
Especially the wealthy. As water flows downstream,
more comes in.
But for the poor, they live in a constant drought.
The sun is harsh for them so they labor hard to get by.
Until more gates open for the wealthy, they will
never know the value of a single drop...
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
Mountebanks and madmen
And marvelous maidens
Populate and pollute politics
Which joss sticks cannot chase
Or alleviate the electorate
In its counter clockwise swirl
Down its own bathroom drain.
Only morals don’t ameliorate
It only exacerbates, enervates
Rather than eliminates the pain.
The pain is felt by franklins,
Never the nobles or magnates;
They go on and make play dates
With other multi-billionaires
In debonair pied-a-terre lofts
And scoff at the peasantry
While exchanging pleasantries
Over gold-laced desserts
Thinking nobody gets hurt
If they pilfer and pillage
Far off village and town
Tearing down and razing,
With life grazing scorched earth.
To the rich, nobody has worth;
Voices that implore are muted
And garbage-chuted in the press.
Nothing to confess, the smile;
A mile of porcelainized teeth
Made more intense by pretense
That importance is impotence
In the face of extreme wealth
When stealth cease efficacy
And delicacy isn’t required.
The moral judge is fired.
A new wife is squired
In hopes a son is sired
To take over the empire.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
Without asking for more than the simple sweet simplicitys,
I am bounded by the same laws and rules for life.
No use in explaining the values of eccentricities,
We are all tools for the media, for what they strive.
A product of the temptation for power over others, we will stay
The same forever, entrapped in ice with our sisters and brothers,
The silly dreams we have, our pursuits. A tiny bit of concern to the
Rich-who live to find the right eyeliner, lip gloss-or the best set of
Nine Irons for golfing or business suits. Some day they will
Get what they deserve, some day...some day.
But too bad for me, some day came a little too late...
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
They wear their wealth like a crown
Glittering jewels adorning their kitchen chairs
Red leather velvet resting on the sofas
Pearls dripping in champagne
This lavish mansion is their Kingdom
The money their thrones of precious stones
Their influence their ermine and silk cloths
Their wealth like crowns
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
Ordnance of the wealthy, corrupt
Sculpting the public image.
Garnishing with admiration, cloaking gall.
Mass ****** and grand larceny
Have to, in some way, come clean in the books.
Money is fabricated out of thin air.
Know that you don’t know anything.
When debt is created, pockets are lined
This is the white way in a dark world.
When the receipts are missing, the cash is stashed.
Black must then become white for the sake of tax.
All of this ultimately boils down to charity.
Deplorable or reliable, evil or honest
Easiest way to wash the attic and eyes of the tax officers.
Feigning effigies and respect in the face of media
As they donate to those they’ve stolen from with a hearty smile.
Neither will recognize, but be eternally grateful the other exists.
Just another excuse to wake up in the morning and not feel awful.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 4:51 AM UTC