May the rich stay poor,
And the poor stay bold,
May the bold stay strong,
And the strong uphold.

May the upholding withhold,
And the withholding receive.
And the receiving give,
And the giving remain in peace.

No body seems to ******* understand me. . . .look at me, look deep into my eyes. . . stop producing your ****** up image of what is light. . .
i can't deny i am perfect, sane, mentally pro societal brain. . .all i ever please, to show the world it's better then it is. . .without unimagenary
peoples guided by misleading creepers. . .who long to prolong themselves as glory. . .who just foster an image, don't worry. . ..******* that's all i have,
i know what you do, what you tend, intend. . .gleeful only in your pleasures, while the world sits, eyes glued to misriden stories. . .i was only lonely until
i found the truth in peoples worries. . .and how to share such worrisome gories, when these ***** hide behind closed door stories. . .how could i help
you to understand, when this ***** been plenty said and done beyond a blend. . .how could you see an image of a child so torn, worn by this crazy ***** earth's demolished
born. . .how could  you even understand one simple pain when your not even reached beyond your sightest plain. . .kneel over, give up yourself,.. .that's
how forgotten you will be, since no one ever will hear you. . .what a ******* nightmare, how could you be so slightly underdeveloped, subconsciously
fallen under what's been fought and bled for you. . .many a men, fighting for an existance of absolute redemption from all such horific ideals as of one's
greedful sight, who but misguide you and take flight, because what such ***** but to put your sons and daughters into fight against their brothers and sisters.

Why do nice people end in life’s rat race, last?
A thrown out contents into the cold soul’s dump?
Hence, becoming a forgotten and recycled soul
In which those who cast such out, did not remember of the light In them, until the cost has been cast?
Why is a bright future so much of a Horder’s dream in which they can corrupt and or steal such soul’s energies, for their greed?
Take such a warning.
You , the hoarder shall drown in despair’s ocean ,once your guilt has never been needed.
Drown if you must, in such intoxications.
For your end will always be the cost of the lust for the brighter.
Their legends shall live , forever, as fighters.
For ,as the much stronger and brighter beings ,shall laugh at your new infatuation.
We learn, ever so quickly, those false actors of “the nice.”
As our cold and knowing states, of how you took our Conrad’s in the greedful , shall never get a listen. As our ears-closed, when they were living and bright, as our eyes glare shall freeze your fuel and sick soul’s to solid,freezing ice.

Choose.
by: Jack R. Fehlmann

Herald this golden new
Era in which We
The whole of Us
Side be side sharing
A culmination of such
limitless these Wiser ways of living
Sustainable priorities possible
Be Mindful with methods
and practice love, patience
Usher in A place for all
For all at long last
time is and is yet
present, A gift, treasured existence
disrobe this, our making
manifesting greedful, peril
A day is soon to pass
Dangerously proportionate
As upon such precipice
Not seen for lack of remembering
Forseen and fortold
Today or tomorrow
Forever in the balance
Choose.