"greediness" poems
There are traitors in the castle
Hypocrites and liars
Spreading rumors, keeping secrets
Lighting silent fires
Pacing in the bedrooms
Quiet in the halls
Sneaking after midnight
Conspiring behind walls
Pretending to be royalty
Called themselves "king and queen"
Throwing out words like garbage
Not saying what they mean
Not taking time to think
Just playing a silly game
Betraying flesh and blood
not feeling any shame
Full of carelessness and greediness
But acting so sincere
Watching with fake smiles and laughter
Ignoring every tear
Throwing "traitors" in the dungeon
While deceiving on the thrown
Punishing those "committing crimes"
Not looking at their own
There were traitors in the castle
Hypocrites and liars
Bargaining with enemies
Igniting silent fires
Now there is no castle
No whispers in the halls
Nothing hiding behind doors
All that's standing are the walls
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
something stirred and alive came forth
out of my own heart it spoke
*all creation is of equalities
sister brother relations
here is truth*
not to let it pass untested
i made an agreement
with belief
*blade of summer grass
teach me
dust speck
gold starshine
water droplet
prisms
fortuitous spider
i hear your messages*
spider moved in her sun-sparkled circle
she threw me spider kisses
but when i gave her kisses back
some voice came booming
*humanity is the golden crown
of god's achievement*
and the spirit of these words then took flight,
transversed my landscape,
crossed an ocean's width of time
and dropped under the waves
with the natural weight
its distorted truth
practices of superiority
of ********** of killing exploitation
rose from the collective--
flashed their white lightening
but struck counter--
diluting dissolving disarming
greediness and favoritism
manipulation and lies
expectation of privilege
so called divine right
a voice it came again
so that greater love
may have heard itself
*all creation is conscious
all is alive all are equal*
*none is better or worse
than another*
remember this
to practice
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
Some man unworthy to be possessor
Of old or new love, himself being false or weak,
Thought his pain and shame would be lesser
If on womankind he might his anger wreak,
And thence a law did grow,
One might but one man know;
But are other creatures so?
Are Sun, Moon, or Stars by law forbidden
To smile where they list, or lend away their light?
Are birds divorced, or are they chidden
If they leave their mate, or lie abroad a-night?
Beasts do no jointures lose
Though they new lovers choose,
But we are made worse than those.
Who e’er rigged fair ship to lie in harbours
And not to seek new lands, or not to deal withal?
Or built fair houses, set trees, and arbors,
Only to lock up, or else to let them fall?
Good is not good unless
A thousand it possess,
But dost waste with greediness.
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I am 17
An average teen age girl
I hangout with friends
and I'm dating a football player
Just like any other 17 year old
I have a cell phone
And yes I jump up and down
Every time I get a new follower
On any social site I have an account on
And just like any other 17 year old
I forgot the meaning of life
In fact I don't think I knew life had a meaning
I was born into a life filled with four things
Greediness
Technology
Money
And Selfishness
In this life
That I was so unfortunately born into
We pay more attention to a new tweet
Than to the loving man whom created us
In this life
We worry more about a new instagram follower
Than too a mother dyeing with cancer
And instead of reading the word of God to a dyeing mother
We check to see if we have a new snapchat
In this life
People call themselves Christians
And they don't even go to church
Open your eyes
Do you see that darkness surrounding your life?
Turn that to light
Read the Bible
Instead of twitter
Keep up with our creator
Instead of a follower
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
I am a man obsessed with perfection
No amount of smoke and mirrors will lead me to misdirection
Like an arrow I fly straight into my target, my goal
Falling short is not an option; I must accomplish my journey and feel whole
Although I feel as though I’ve been placed into the pit of Sparta
Punished for my greediness, looking up at the light of accomplishment, wondering how it’d feel on my skin
But that is only where I begin
Fore I shall climb from the darkness of the pit and become a martyr
And I’ll do it with ease, if that’s what it takes
Give it everything I’ve got, know the stakes
I know this will one day consume me, ruin me, destroy me
But until then, I take who I am and display for everyone to see
I’ve struggled all my life and now I’m going to make it
This isn’t no ****** there’s no reason to fake it
Open up to show my true colours, for better or worse, rhythm or rhyme
Let the earth spin into darkness, I’ve got nothing but time
Knock me down, I’ll be returning like a mummy, bringing plaques and placing a curse
I’m only getting better, for my competition it’s bound to get worse
Nothing can keep me, down not even the weather
Like Icarus I’ll gather my feathers
Spread my wings wide and fly
Leave the sky
Go passed the moon and to the sun
Make it melt, bask in revenge and call it done
Fore I am a man obsessed with perfection
I am the juggernaut of progression
Although only I see myself continuing this momentum
Irrelevant, I will seek my destination running through shadows like a phantom
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 3:24 AM UTC
Peace?
Everyone deserves peace
War?
No one deserves war
But
Why is it happening?
Why is it occur?
Is it because of
Politics?
Or
It's because of
Your selfishness?
Your greediness?
Open your eyes wide
Look around you!
Listen!
"Ahh! Ahh!"
The scream of poor women
"Mom! Dad!"
The sound of innocent children crying
Begging for their parents back
"Forgive us!"
The begging of forgiveness
Of the old folks
When it's not even their fault!
Even the creatures of the earth
Gone
Nowhere to be seen
All of them
Dead! Destroyed!
Just because of your stupid war!
And
You're saying
"They're terrorists!"
How dare you?!
How could you?
Are their life that priceless?
Are their life that meaningless to you?
Humanity
Where does it go?
Where could it be?
Justice
Where is it?
Where is the justice you promise to give?
They don't deserve this
They don't deserve war
They deserve peace
'Cause
They're humans
They're humans
Like us
:'(
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
**so many colors..
red and green color..
yellow and blue color...
dark color..
light color...
black and white color..
so many colors..**
*from earth to sky colors..
betrayal and faith color..
life and death color..
blindness color..
madness color..
so many colors...*
**every one is drenched in colors..
emotional and brutality color..
greediness and charity color..
hunger color...
poverty color..
love and hatred color..
I wish to see only one color..
color of humanity in every color..**
deovrat - 06.03.2015 (c)
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
God is very generous
He gives to those who seek
He resists the proud & arrogant
And undergirds the meek
He puts to shame the strong of mind
Gives wisdom to the weak
God is very merciful
He helps the poor & lowly
But He is not like Santa Claus
He will give, but slowly
He will not prosper greediness
For God is pure & holy
God is very fair & just
He protects downtrodden
He will not help the vengeful man
Who wants to **** and plots them
He will repay the evil one
For wickedness he's brought them!
God is of a lowly heart
He came to earth a slave
To His Father's every wish
To be murdered by the knave
Innocent of everything
They put Him in the grave
God is Truth & Righteousness
He won't bend to our whim
He won't wink his eyes for wickedness
Or rubber-stamp our sin
He helps those who want to change
And give them strength to win
For God is strong and mighty
He's not for the high-born
Three lepers ran off multitudes
He defeats who He has sworn
He gave David polished stones
To slay the Philistine
God is patiently in love
With those of slower pace
He lets them fall, then picks them up
He does not turn His face
Does not regard color or creed
Adores the human race
He suffered the crown of THORNS
He came to share His Grace
God is the total Ruler
The holy angels sing
Around His throne and scepter
On their glorious wings
He's due praise & honor
For HE is our KING!
SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/24/2016
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
Outraged by indifference,
On the streets, neighbors once friendly Now stand in opposing lines. Propaganda posters cover the walls, Spreading fear and dividing minds. Ukraine or Russia, Isreal or Palestine. Capitalism or communism the greediness and division funding all wars
In countries once united and with the hope of, now torn apart. Hopes and dreams dashed, shattered like glass. The future once bright, now a dark unknown. How can we navigate our way into a peaceful world
Blue and yellow flags, now stained with blood. A nation once united, now torn asunder. The echoes of shelling, ringing in their ears. The land of golden wheat, now a barren wasteland.
So the streets are filled with chaos and fear, And the violence rages on without cease. Bombs and bullets tear through the night, and civilians cower in their homes, bereft of peace. The loss of life and suffering is great, And the scars of war run deep and true. The conflict rages on without end, And hope seems hard to hold onto.
A home, once a dream of safety. Now a battlefield, a place of terror. The faces of loved ones, now distant memories. hearts, once full of hope. Now shattered and broken.
Amidst the chaos and despair, we search for a light. The occurring wars, the reasons to unite, for a glimmer of hope is a reason to go on. So they cling onto the small moments of joy, like the laughter of a child, or a flower in bloom. In the darkest of times, they try to find strength in the small things.
Though the scars of war may run deep, the world can still heal. We can still choose love, choose forgiveness. We can choose to build a better tomorrow, Where peace reigns and hope abounds. May we never forget the lessons of war, and may we always strive for a brighter future.
May we learn to forgive those who have wronged us, and work to heal the divisions in our society. May we reach out to those in need, and work to create a more just and equitable world. May we never lose sight of the beauty of life, as we hold fast to the belief that a better tomorrow is for us
Oct 21, 2023
Oct 21, 2023 at 5:20 AM UTC
When I look into my reflection
I stare at every imperfection
I appear broken, even shattered
All of me in bits and pieces scattered
From the lack of understanding and compassion
These human instincts were once in fashion
Unfortunately greediness, laziness and corruption got hold
Our society became bitter and cold
Where we have this need to conform
Too afraid to practice a passionate art form
Instead we are this predictable bleak gray
Just waiting to die and decay
So I say...
**** THAT! I'm living my life, my way!
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
A sinful habit is the result of negative actions in repetition.... negative actions are the result of trying to gain control because of negative emotions… negative emotions are the result of negative thoughts and negative thoughts are the result of not feeling accepted and not feeling accepted is a result of having more faith in what other humans think of you instead of what God thinks of you. Sin starts with a thought and it starts with acceptance and we all need acceptance. When we reject the acceptance of God we chose to be accepted by the world. The world’s acceptance is money, power and beauty and guess what it never lasts …High debt…greediness, divorce rates, anxiety, narcissism, pride, jealousy, eating disorders, depression…infidelity…drug abuse..alcoholism..violence …suicides ****** perversions…the quest for materials…..even religion being used for personal happiness….are all the results of choosing to be accepted by the world whose ruler is satan. It’s never ending and we always need more! In this model we invite the invitation for negative thoughts , which produce negative emotions that create fear and confusion.. …. ….Hence these sinful actions become our habits and then our habits become our identities……. When enough peoples immoral actions become their identities it then becomes apart of our culture which then becomes the law…which makes sin one of our rights making sin the norm………. Our nation’s current atrocities are reflections of our aggregate sins and compromises manifested as normal. The devil uses these deceptions to rob your life and always lets you think the blame is on others. My brothers and sisters make no mistake no one can avoid sin. We all sin and were condemned to death and that is why Christ died to forgive you of what we could not avoid. But make no mistake sin starts in the heart and if left unchecked leads to action. Sinful action is worse than sin that stays in the heart because sin in action hurts others. Don’t be over whelmed by this just pay attention to your actions and you may find sin being justified and trust me sin always leaves a paper trail which means we can investigate them through God’s Words and strive to repent of our inevitable sins before they hit reality. Hence we can be forgiven without our sins further hurting others within our world…if enough people change the world changes…It’s easy to point fingers but it’s not easy to change but it all starts with Acceptance…where do you get acceptance? You might be rejected by the world but Jesus Accepts you…… just follow the paper trail……
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
My two weakling hands on my delusional head
A face tattooed with tear lines of anguish and perplexity
I am sick and tired of being sick and tired of this game
Many are sea sick with zipped lips in this freezing old ship
Precious dreams and lives; thrown overboard
Let me plead one more time with this heartless captain
We are charting upstream against the current, Sir
Sir! Please sir
Our lives and the lives of the next generation;
In your hands
Do you not care that we are perishing
He has a big navigational map on the wall
A gargantuan telescope in his hands
Alas, he is blind
Blind man will crush the blind into an iceberg
He is distracted by his own personal greediness;
Woe unto us, he is not far from a two hundred feet iceberg
He reminds me of the titanic
He has a crew who are not seas worthy
They are wearing their office like they are on vacation
The cry and the wisdom of the weak falls into deaf ears
Sir, do you not care that we are perishing!
Can you be my camera for a minute, Sir?
Focus below deck, sir;
Children without formal education
The future generation is today’s labor engine
They walk on the thin line of child...
Child, what?
Child slavery, Sir
They are brain washed
Manipulated and abused
Zoom on the mid-deck, sir;
The young jobless internet savvy
A storm tossed creative thinkers
A young generation with no future
A future neglected without action plan
Driven to push through the storm
One direction; the wrong direction
They are the masters of...
Masters of?
Masters of internet fraud and drugs, Sir
Gang banging is their security
Just like a candle under the night wind;
Their light goes off prematurely in lightning speed
Zoom a little high on the upper deck, sir;
Square pegs on rounded holes
Mismanagement and embezzlement
Unpatriotically obsessive creatures
Fanning the toxic flames of an aged ship
While expertise waste at the shore for decades
Will you anchor?
Will you pause and reflect
His words: acidic
Emotions: volcanic
Problems: oceanic
If angels rules; would have cry to them
Maybe they would hear the cry of the weak
Grant us safe voyage,
Thou that watch over the weak
Be our anchor in the midst of the storm
May we not sink in this sea of incompetence
Be our strength and hope in this journey to the unknown
Father, if it be possible be our captain and lead us to bliss
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
Nothing in life's e'er guaranteed
Borne of ink, on thin paper reeds,
Spades may shatter Diamond skies; So
in red or black, no tell, we'll show
Playing hard, as this life proceeds.
Marked cards, Bad & Good, defined; Deeds
shuffled, we love, we fight, we bleed.
"Roll the die" Jokers laugh, "Let's owe
nothing to Life!"
Dealing dirt hands, with want, not needs
Flushed; Their greediness supersedes
So let's choose our cards, best we know,
stay true in Hearts; Letting go,
where false relativity breeds
nothing in life
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 6:19 PM UTC
Overcome with grief
But with unhushed tears
I dare not weep.
But the gullibility I see
Makes my heart roar like an angry sea
At the Stupendous actions praised
On high a single minded chameleon raised
We have all failed
And our "knowledge", a waste
At night they lay asleep
With sweet dreams on empty promises
In support of a wolf
Indeed covered in roses
I am of the grass root, he poses
Of his evil deeds, he brags
Down south, his followers, he drags
And on the way down with smiles
And laughter eating rice with chameleon shell topping
They are all asleep.
When will our youths see visions?
Sometime soon I hope
Because it seems the old dreamers are on a mission
To enslave us all with gold plated ropes.
I have seen countless bridges
In multiple nations
And they were built out of necessity
And not stupidity
A waste of our very limited resources
In fact a direct and open robbery of our future
Yet we sit in silence
Our bellies filled with rice and the warmth of a friendly chameleon
With no direction, productivity or creativity
All our natural resources lay in waste.
We need to change our mind set
If we must save ourselves
From the single minded chameleons
Whose goal is self enrichment
And wealth procurement.
We must be weary of those who feed us rice
And rob our children of a promising future
Oh, What a price.
I want to watch as the cobwebs clears from their eyes
The awakening of a new dawn
A people on a mission
To overcome this impending destruction
Through their devotion
To the correction
Of our direction.
We must empower ourselves
We must stand together
For there is power in unity
And failure in division
We can't continue to live in foolishness
By indulging the chameleon's greediness
And enduring his insults in silence.
If there is a time to rise up in unity
It is now
If there is a time to do the needful
It is now
Sleep and slumber no more
For that is for fools
I'm nobody's fool...
© 2018 Busola S. Kolade
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
She resides on the street outside my office,
from sleepy mornings to crowded nights.
Apparently we share the same working hours.
The hands of Norther has begun to claw
through coats and bones with greediness.
And I worry that she might catch the cold.
Her patient resilience and humble posture,
head bowed down, hand stretched out
constricts my heart in terrified recognition.
She looks like a queen dethroned.
Where was her kingdom before this street?
She seems ageless but infinitely ancient.
I wonder...
What’s it like to watch legs pass you by,
briskly stomping away in annoyance.
How dare she remind us about the flaws of life.
That we are less human than we admit
behind our busy faces and comfortable shoes.
What’s it like begging for plated coins,
when you’ve sacrificed everything
in a foreign country digging for gold?
Humiliation convolutes my heart
every time the ignorant titter of the young
and the turned away faces of the old
depreciate her existence.
Despite my fidgeting just minutes ago
I slowed down by the corner,
searching an answer in her fathomless eyes,
The story of sacrifice is clasped in her hands,
a framed picture of a boy and a girl.
The scribble on it says: ”Please help,
me and my children are starving.”
I knelt beside her,
shyly stroking her weathered hand
before placing the hot Chai by her side
and laying down my tribute in her paper cup.
Her hand held warmth,
when grasping mine, lifting it to her lips.
The kiss and gentle blessing startled me.
Rising to my feet again and heading back
to my comfortable office...
...it started to rain.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC
759
He fought like those Who’ve nought to lose—
Bestowed Himself to *****
As One who for a further Life
Had not a further Use—
Invited Death—with bold attempt—
But Death was Coy of Him
As Other Men, were Coy of Death—
To Him—to live—was Doom—
His Comrades, shifted like the Flakes
When Gusts reverse the Snow—
But He—was left alive Because
Of Greediness to die—
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Let as many Bondservants as are under the Yoke Count their own Masters Worthy of all Honor, so that the name Of GOD and His Doctrine may not be Blasphemed. And those who have believing masters, let them not Despise them because they are Brethren, but rather Serve them because those who are Benefited are Believers and Beloved. Teach and Exhort these things. If anyone Teaches otherwise and Does not Consent to Wholesome Words even the Words of our LORD Jesus Christ, and to the Doctrine which Accords with Godliness. He is Proud, knowing nothing, but is Obsessed with Disputes and Arguments over Words, from which Come Envy, Strife, Reviling, Evil-Suspicions. Useless Wranglings of Men of Corrupt Minds and Destitute of the Truth, who Suppose that Godliness is A means of Gain. From such Withdraw Thyself. Now Godliness with Contentment is Great Gain. For we Brought nothing into this World, and it is Certained We Can Carry Nothing Out. And having Food and Clothing, with these we shall be Content. But those who Desire to be Rich Fall into Temptation and Snare, and into many Foolish and Harmful Lusts which Drown Men in Destruction and Perdition. For the Love Of Money Is A Root Of All Kinds Of Evil, for which some have Strayed from the Faith in their Greediness, and Pierced Themselves through with many Sorrows. But thou, O Man Of GOD, Flee these things and Pursue Righteousness, Godliness, Faith, LOVE, Patience and Gentleness. Fight the Good Fight Of Faith, lay hold on Eternal Life, to which thou were also called and have Confessed the Good Confession in the Presence of many Witnesses. I Urge You, in the Sight of GOD who gives Life to All things, and before Christ Jesus who Witnessed the Good Confession before Pontius Pilate. That thou Keep this Commandment without Spot, Blameless until our Lord Jesus Christ's Appearing. Which He will Manifest in His Own Time, He who is the Blessed and Only Potentate, Thy King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Who alone has Immortality, Dwelling in Unapproachable Light, whom no Man has Seen or can See, to whom Be Honor and Everlasting Power. Amen... Command those who are Rich in this present Age not to be Haughty, nor to Trust in Uncertain Riches but Trust in the Living GOD, who gives Us Richly all things to Enjoy. Let them do Good, that they be Rich in Good Works, ready to Give, Willing to Share. Storing up for themselves a Good Foundation for the Time to Come, that they may lay Hold on Eternal Life... Guard what was committed to Your Trust, Avoiding the Profane and Idle Babble and Contradictions of what is Falsely called Knowledge.... By Professing it some have Strayed Concerning the Faith.. Grace Be with Ours All.. Amen.!
GOD Is Our Strength,
GOD Is Love,
GOD With Us,
GOD Bless,
Peace n Love.!!
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
Going down memory lane
I thought I was going insane
So I left my soul there
The brunt of my mistakes to bear
Tortured and tormented with my foolishness, it came back
To find that the new path to go on lied as a needle in a haystack
It cried its nothingness out
His hollowness which had been created by my selfishness around
My greediness felt to him like darkness forever
To find the light at the end of the tunnel,the tunnel seemed to end never
Wavering around in despair
There seemed no way out there
He tried to get up but to in vain
My ferocity fell upon him like hail
But then suddenly with great perseverance
He tried to soothe me with deep reverence
He succeeded at last
But sadly he succumbed by the torture he had
In the end he let go a long deep sigh
And bid me a good bye
For now it was my turn to cry.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
Within this little glass filled with milk that
my dear oh dear use to warm up in the mid day and night,
Now with despare and unpleasent musk of greediness ans selfishness,
I find that my internal self lingering in the same place and time,
but with only the external self in mind to wonder with the obligation of evolution.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 3:22 PM UTC
I am rich from all the things I have lost
Vanishing into a mist of missed opportunities
The knowledge lies inside, quiet like a lake
When he leaves for battle my skin aches and breaks
We take on our true form when they're gone
Layers of flesh fall to the ground
Underneath this tiny heart a dragon rises from the ground
I open yellow eyes and wake
Tough skin and deadly claws
You smiled at me and disappeared
For many years I will guard alone
The tiny home we call our own
Shed my skin and try on a new soul
Thousands of years old and rusted to the bone
My soul springs awake, gets ready for battle
But nothing lasts forever, nothing is ever given
Words are written, said and stolen
They want it back
Eventually
They always want it back
Greediness is the wound of Man
The result is spilled blood
And fallen tears
Wars are fought over countries
Murders are committed by passion
Cold blooded, show no compassion
Red is the colour of our everyday lives
And in necessary cases we spread our wings wide
Our homes we protect, our treasures we hide
We bare our teeth and hiss a cry
To scare them away we aim and fire
Open our eyes and watch over our treasure
In the midst of war we still smile and murmur
Make promises of brighter days
We will hand our skin in the living room
And pretend we never left the room
We will smile and welcome them home
Under the rug the trap will squeak quitely
A hidden mistress underneath our home
Treasures lie quiet and concealed
*Late at night
I
Open
The
Safe
And
Peek
In it I can see all the treasures you didn't take away from me*
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
"Open it up, open it!"
"Move Brat, this is mine!"
"hell no, move away!"
"Hey, hey kids quiet down now!"
"But mom he started it first"
"Now kids get your presents and go to your room"
"Fine!!!"
There is a little town where the houses are metallic and grey and smooth
The streets deserted with dust and the clouds darken with clay
In the middle of it all stand a figure in which people were praising at.
It had a nice smile and receive all the gifts
The people were happy
But their happiness were gripped from the clutches of government
Not one drop of love was share
And thus it was spread around the town
The kids went back to their room, letting the greediness absorbed through their skin
The mother sat down, thinking about the last time her man cared for her
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
I gave you my heart
you gave me a fabrication of yours
I gave you my body
you strummed it like B.B. does Lucille
I gave you my trust
and you made a fool of me
I gave you me
you gave me games, manipulation and control
Seeing all this at my front door
i chose to close it
after i let you in
when everyone else chose
to walk around a black hole
I chose to jump in.
Once all my fruit spoiled
I recognized the parasite
in my midst was you
like an Indian giver
I took my gifts back
and i beseeched you to leave
with a facade of hate
Impersonating the reaper
you created a nightmare
your greediness was your downfall
you tried to take it all back and
were trying to take my soul
forcing me into battle with you
Now, though I will triumph in the battle
I struggle to piece together
my heart, my body and me
like before without battle scars
to prove you ever
existed to me
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 11:18 AM UTC
So shameless!
Writing flippant verse
About severed body parts
And unimaginable suffering!
--
What an *** I am !
--
No
Respect!
--
For the victims!
For their families!
----
--
But wait
--
If you can't imagine the unimaginable suffering
You can't feel it!
And
Believe me
SOMEONE IS LAUGHING!
--
I think the disrespect is in the ACT OF SLAUGHTER
Not the reminder
---
The BOMB
(The ONE bomb)
Went off a long long time ago!
--
When we stopped caring for one another
when we stopped truly loving one another
When we ARMED OURSELVES
with
CALLOUSNESS
with
CYNICISM
with
GREEDINESS DISQUISED WITH WORDS SUCH AS PROSPERITY!
(And , of course
with
GUNS!)
--
So
--
OLE MC AMERICA HAD A BLAST!
(Eyi eyi oh)
AN OLDIE BUT GOODIE FROM THE PAST!
(Eyi eyi oh)
Here a corpse there a corpse
And a neighborhood full of body parts!
(OR IS THIS JUST AN ANALOGY OF OUR SCHOOLS
AND THE WAY WE TREAT THE WORLD'S CHILDREN?)
OLE MC AMERICA AND ITS FARCE
(Eyi eyi oh)
------
One gigantic
WAKE UP CALL!
If you don't wake up?
THE JOKE'S ON YOU
DONT BLAME ME
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
The pink little nightie
as a kiss of a rose
made of the velvet lips
The lace woven
by the dew petals
misting the perfect body
The straps blew off
by the lover's tenderness
exposing the buds of amour
as goddess of Venus
The softness melts shame
appearing the greediness of thirst
quenching the touch of delight
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
I scroll through many pictures, from many friends
But they aren't friends.
They are simple just faces with a name set in front of them
with no soul, just a technological aura.
You don't know where their lives have gone,
what deep dark roads their minds have decided to take.
But what you do know is the way they do their hair, or their makeup.
You know a generalized assumption of who or what they are.
Soul's no longer seem to have meaning,
not like they once did.
Children will completely develop by the age 13,
With fake eyelashes and acrylic nails,
but when I was thirteen the only thing on my nails was the stains
from the mud in which I used to once play in.
Poverty ridden streets are just as ridden with $2,000 dollar cameras to capture the pain in someones life,
yet no change is given.
One day greediness and selfishness will be awarded
when the neediness is outshined
and selflessness is seen to be crazy.
We live in a TV,
and the streets are the circuits.
The government is running us,
worse than a circus.
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC