"moneys" poems
Kepp working, stay on my grind. God, school and moneys only on my mind. Lovely women happen to come by and that's fine. Touch my paper and I will decline.
Stress build, heavy weight on my mind. Trying to walk with god and take life one day at a time. People take what they want and ask for more. I don't hustle because I am poor (I'm not), its in my blood (a clot).
Had my hustle ever reached my core, it would attack me and stop my beat. Soul song silenced for eternity for desiring to achieve greatness. Such a paradoxacal oximoron drifts throughout my body keeping me alive unbeknownced to my concienceness.
My kryptonite is infact what makes me a super solider. For ever I will fight waging a mental spiritual war. I pull the trigger at whatever stands in my way and eliminate the prey for I am the predator. In future roles will switch and I will hear the heavenly bell ring, such a divine pitch.
So for no I fight and fight I will. Untill the kryptonite reached my heart and it attacks me. My internal double edge sword. Hustle.
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 7:11 PM UTC
agricultural sabotage remains incoherent,
not that it’s a secret that moneys evil.
Rio+20 on the health of our planet,
ignore the ******* thing that's causing the most damage.
you're all taking the **** it's a miss not a hit.
Forget shorter showers and the flick of a switch.
Transportation is not the only problem.
whats the biggest ******* industry
causing global warming?
The UN doesn’t even ******* know.
When they served up beef, I thought it was a sick joke
Smoke and mirrors, gas and granite
The meat industry is killing our planet
And as humans, we tend to digress.
Makes sense how we all eat things we cannot digest.
you smiling? who do think you're hiding from?
You still believe in fairy tales and I'm the one,
who's dumb
Because I actually give a **** with an open third eye I can see the grit.
The pain, the torture that we inflict, then ironically endure when we swallow that ****
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
Natural Rhythm.
Hey Mr. Guitar, keep on strumming them strings.
Then play me a song that will keep us all moving.
Keep all of the ladies, just a shaking their thing;
That will keep everybody in the room dancing,
To the natural rhythm.
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my head.
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm as I lay here in your bed.
Bounce to the rhythm of all of the drums.
The drumbeat booms against your chorus of twiddling thumbs;
Demanding your attention at the top of their voice.
The low beat shriek, as we bang on the drums.
Come on everybody and dance to the beat;
The natural rhythm, that flows through you and me.
The invisible hand, that guides our every step,
Makes you bounce to the beat of every word that I have said.
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my head.
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm as I lay here in your bed.
Keep on banging the drum to the sound of my rhythm;
Keep on dancing and keep on giggling.
Keep on keeping it real, for the people in the street;
Keep on keeping it banging, to the funkiest beat.
You see I got this natural rhythm, that’s in all God’s men
And you also got the rhythm in your head, in your head.
‘Cause the rhythm of my rhyme, will drop right on time,
As long as the sun is shining and I'm feeling irie eyed;
As long as the bongo’s keep on banging in the smoky background,
As long as to be rich, means more than acting the clown.
You see the rich get the women, because to be rich is to be a ****
And this is the best way to get the women.
Flash a *** of cash at the latest one you think is pretty;
Tell her you are loaded and pay her the money.
Buy the woman you like; moneys all that you've got.
I'm happy being poor; it's freedom at no cost.
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my head.
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm as I lay here in your bed.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
Rokkstarr
There's no more love for the music,
I've sang since birth about this world.
Sang those love songs in my youth,
Now your love songs make me hurl.
**** Rock 'n' Roll and the bands you think are great!
**** the police and **** you all!
**** all those people that you hate!
**** Radio 1 and **** the world!
Rock 'n' Roll is dead and gone,
Once Rokkstarr meant something great.
Once we sang these songs with passion,
Once we sang these songs with hate!
Now we stand here on stage like wankers!
So let's all sell out to the man.
He gives us money for writing **** songs;
Now moneys all we understand.
Sell out tours and groupie whores.
Life is great? No life’s a bore.
Been here before and it was just the same.
Same old thing again and again.
Know what to expect, no more surprise’s;
No more excitement, no meaningful trophies.
It all means nothing, now we've been here so long;
The **** record label wants another song.
Which must be written, within the month;
We have a release date, so we can sell this stuff,
Before Christmas to the kids, because they’re our target audience;
The music that they want, they can get from their parents.
Because their parents know, that they just can't say "No.",
To a kid that wants something, as much as they will.
Rock 'n' Roll is dead and gone,
Once Rokkstarr meant something great.
Once we sang these songs with passion,
Once we sang these songs with hate!
Now we stand here on stage like wankers!
So let's all sell out to the man.
He gives us money for writing **** songs;
Now moneys all we understand.
To be a Rokkstarr, you'd think would be great.
But the songs you once loved, you begin to hate.
You sing them so much, it becomes a habit;
Until one day you say "That's it! I've had it!"
I'm tired of singing these songs;
The words have lost all their meaning.
I need something new, something I can believe in.
I need music to fall in love with, I need lyrics with a real meaning;
But my hope for all that's Rock, is a memory that's slowly fading.
Soon Rock will die and be gone;
Because new Rock bands come and go.
Soon there will no longer be any hype;
About a band you heard on the radio.
Rock 'n' Roll is dead and gone,
Once Rokkstarr meant something great.
Once we sang these songs with passion,
Once we sang these songs with hate!
Now we stand here on stage like wankers!
So let's all sell out to the man.
He gives us money for writing **** songs;
Now moneys all we understand.
You never know though I could be wrong.
Maybe soon I'll hear a song;
That will move me like 'Bohemian Rhapsody' did.
That will make me appreciate new music.
Here's hoping for the future,
For Rock to come back with a vengeance.
Remember your roots in a jam-packed moshpit?
Remember the mindless violence?
Remember when you saw your girl through the crowd
And fell in love with her there and then?
That’s love for Rock music at its finest
And believe me it will come again.
Rock 'n' Roll's not dead and gone;
Now Rokkstarr means something great!
Now we sing these songs with passion;
Now sing these songs with hate!
Now we stand here on the stage;
After finding our love for Rock!
So let's all softly bang our heads and GET THE **** UP!
(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
Two hundred dollars went toward a guitar
And sixty bought me the hard case
288 songs bought on iTunes so far
No wonder I have so little at this pace.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
The pen is mightier than the sword
All this ******
Know what’s true, but hide the point of view
Take it back to the blues
Rhythm had a crew
Read my track
See the sheets flowing
Sorry to be rude
I know a cant control it
But the beats kept going
Take it slow on the remix
Ch’ing cheng moneys flowing
Pouring out its money
See this ****** cry and moaning
Freestyle is my life line
Poetry is my fun stuff
Sipping on some good wine
3 bars on the number line
Relax,
I know I’m going fast
(Gonna take it slow)
Chi lax,
I know I’m fast
(Gonna take a rest)
For the best
Lending on the rappers nest
This is just a test
Hope I beat the rest
(on another rhyme) HELL YEAH!!
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 11:57 AM UTC
Running for a thousand places
Running for my very hide,
Running to obscure the traces
Run from those I can’t abide.
Pursued by the claw of guilders
Pursued by the Bank of Greed,
Running from the Ruin Builders
Run from those whose lust is need.
I’ve worked to build a modest holding
Worked to feel a pride secured,
Family of love enfolding
Sanctity midst world endured.
Feel manipulations brooding
Moneys lust does intervene,
Those who have it all, concluding,
What is mine is theirs to glean.
Claw back by manipulators
Claw back by the fiends of greed,
Implacable cold calculators
Cut with Law to make me bleed.
Running for a thousand places
Running for my very hide,
Run to flee pursuing faces
Run from that I can’t abide.
Anguish at my walls collapsing
Wailing of my bride’s despair
Futility’s tomorrow lapsing
Monstrous as it flails me there.
Standing in a freezing stillness
Standing in this hall of time,
Forlorn in a prisoned illness
Greed has vanquished me and mine.
Marshalg
For the forgotten people who have been ruined by those, who call themselves the mighty.
Auckland N.Z.
9 February 2013
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
I have this master plan, that I can't seem to fit into words-
I'll never understand, why we all grouped into our own hurds
But haven't you heard? We don't need them babe,
They've got their own empires to slave,
We've found our moneys worth, within the pockets of change.
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 6:17 AM UTC
**I exist to resist all your heavy-headed hits. Your words in stone, more absolute than death.
The way you glance below your jagged bridge, a grin dried in arrogance.
Your footsteps frighten the earth, but cease to shake my defiance.
Gravels cave, underfires exposed.
But even then I'll swim, in your ocean of shallowness, tigers on my tail,
Paradise Mirages mocking my waterless skin, even then, I said, I will swim to the Revolution's Shore.
Nevermind your ignorance, seeing blue skies and arguing them RED.
Deluded certainty, swearing on a man's soul to prove your point and feed your obsession.
I say "yes", you say "of course",
but no doubt I'm in the wrong.
I say "maybe" you say "perhaps,
and so you've proved your wisdom blind.
Mastered conspiracies, you've convinced your lies true.
In your mind you walk on water, as you strike your soles on mere tar.
Governor's Confetti lay dead on Governor's Ground;
fool's bravery in act, leading souldiers from behind.
This world,
The Principal's Playroom: clay towers and cars, play moneys and guards.
In the sun, your tin castles smile and glimmer in the shine.
But inside, hollowness reigns and you fail to see.
Eyes and Eyes fall to your sleep,
calamity by the masses as you care not to care.
Seconds linger as misted windshields shield the drunk driver,
and not even the death he brings can break the glass.
Deaf man with hearing ears,
the blind one who can see.**
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 9:04 AM UTC
The system
Aint never been down with me
So why the **** should
I believe in liberty?
The system contradicts
Itself because of corrupt politics
The system
Says they for you but really for them
They only interested in their power
There laws and there wealth
The system dont give a **** about the poor
But always finds moneys for war
The system
Got thousands of soldiers who died for nothing
Trying to find a man in some cave
When Bin Laden been in his grave
The system supports money
More than facts its an unhonest act
The system tells you how to think
When to blink n whats the new brink?
Style fashion fad
Everybody who was straight its suddenly ***
Even got men dressin' in drag
The system plays the race card carefully
So they can divide us individually
The system says we love you scream for peace but yet i still see bombs over Baghdad
Bombin' innocent brown people
For power or for control over some ******** oil its the ultimate turmoil
The system needs to be revolutionized
By the real patriots
The indians the blacks along with other indigenous peoples of the america
Illegally stolen and sold for profits
Of white western europeans
The system never ever works
Its up tous to stop the damage
Before its completely destroyed
Wake up hear me clear
Dont be a slave to the system
Dont be guided by fear
Let them hear the shots
We wont miss them
And we unite as a people
And say **** THE SYSTEM""
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
The world is ending, the moon fell down
Left a crater in the hearts of children whose parents were now just simply gone,
Sent to the non-existent great beyond
Moneys as worthless as amateur songs,
In the end I guess the Earth won
I'm adamant to admit,
My brain's not a muscle, my mind is not strong
You risk a kiss through my face-mask
Meant to repel love and asbestos
Well if I catch your flu I fear my life is no longer
Your lifeless eyes are all I lust for
Happy
Biohazard
We're
Happy
Is it wrong I think this is romantic?
Everyone we know is dead my darling,
My heart's undead I'll admit, what if we both got bit and there was one vaccine?
Then there's NO vaccine.
We'll ramble on about everything we miss
Like electricity and Christmas
On the bright side, hen February comes to town,
I'll be the only Valentine you have around
Happy
Biohazard
We're happy
I like to forget this desert tan
Drying the sun straight from the land
I like to forget this worthless hand
Claimed by your hard, stung in the sand
I like to forget this broken heart,
I will not eat, my deaths not far
(Happy)
You won't admit that things are better
Packed up and living in this desert
Well I'm gonna miss you when you're gone, but I won't write any grieving songs
And I won't kiss the sky and hope you're there
But I'll hold your gun and live your piercing stare
i like to forget sometimes
That I'll miss you
And your technicolor pastimes.
We're happy.
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
If you came from a broken home to, real love exists. I know. Love isn't poor or rich. Love though I realized in the poorest of houses. Is more valuable and meaningful then that expensive love, the poverty-stricken seem to understand more what has value, as to those who are wealthy in expense don't know to much about value, at least the value of love. Moneys value they might know. But love, dont think so
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
A face two faces a coin a cent.
All seem the same to me percents
Society's hypocrisy
Work hard to pay or pay the fee
A man once said moneys like poetry
But will money be worth a poem
When none of us are free?
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
Everybody wants a piece of peace,
From the kids in the school to the people in the street,
But it's not that easy in a world of want,
When need is overlooked and the children can't,
Everybody wants a piece of peace,
From the keepers of countries to the forces on the beat,
But it's not that easy with a selfish government,
When all the moneys gone and overspent,
Everybody wants a piece of peace,
From the city's and towns we all meet,
Together we can make it happen now today,
And make a better world for our kids to play.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
Saturday Afternoon
Im sitting in a pub drinking coffee
Theres a big crowd already in
Most of the boys are drinking Guinness
Except for an old doll drinking gin.
There's horse racing starting on the tv
and the guys start reading the form
The noise is starting to get louder
The bar 's starting to get warm.
I can see that the guys aren't winning
You can tell by the sound of their sighs
But theres a fast horse starting to run now
Their moneys on at sixes and fives
The ***** is starting to work good
Its doing its usual routine
The old girl is starting to drop off
And the guys are begining to sing
Its just a usual ***** Saturday
Like the ones that went by before
A weekend of drinking and gambling
Finish your drink and away out the door.
I dont know why I'm sitting down here
Theres nothing at all here for me
Except some long gone memories
and a want for how things used to be.
So i rise and finish off my cold coffee
And head for my house down the street
A want in my guts for a cold beer
And a shot of strong whiskey drank neat
Pat Rooney 2013
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
"Live life to the fullest"
Taking risks is dangerous
But wait isn't it fun that way?
You cannot enjoy life if you don't know how to get out of your comfort zone
Seems life isn't that easy in that way
We've been battling in our minds if either we follow our instincts, our goals or just go with the flow
If whatever may happen well just contented to be in that status
Well who knows?
It may be who we are
Be a big successor in a company
Be a Professional singer
Be a bussinesman
Be an owner of a hotel
Be a famous actress or actor
Be a famous celebrity
Or are you one of them?
But do we really know
What is really our own purpose on why we've still work hard, earn hard, make some moneys?
It is just God lives in us
Whatever possible that we are right now
Don't ever forget to look back on what we have cause without knowledge and wisdom of God
We weren't be here and become a successful person that we really wanted to be.
To God be the Glory!
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
hey be on the automobile , more ready than i am to bust this place up
and set goes to the flames tyrannous soaring tape real effects sunburst
seance in carbon manifest this back from the heavens and **** up
beyond my better half, be on my bed for half, the night beyond
better hash, better sheets, better open your feelings, better love
better **** better up and away,
bet all in or double down teasing
me play me open handed up and halve me open hand feelings and saying
feelings open feelings open everything you keeping inside feeling till you are
feelings open feedings on me from the inside all i told you i that i really really shouldn't have
want and want and wanton love for wanting more of want and love me for it
till i become a ghost, better feelings, beyond this feeling you have for me
become a ghost, till youre better feeling better beyond belief feeding me
information of your better halves and feel this heat on my arm, I've wanted
this for such a long time such a novice of getting whatever the **** i want
so why wake in doubt, run away in flame far out, faking nothing but the front
3 2 1 we came for the ruckus, put away your cleavage and give me all your moneys
and
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
flakes in the kitchen, flakes in the kitchen
my fate is holy like religion, old traditions:
live life greedily, follow your ambitions
without the stacks, i got an itching
thousand racks, volume of a bible
the day is black, that is my lifestyle
don't offer me gizmos, i know the skid row
above the earth, you see an airglow
above my head, you watch my hair glow
snow male machiny, breathing airflow
phantom with a whisk, never stop-and-frisk
my birthmark, no risk, twenty yumys in the carpark
when no one sleeps, the crowd dances
i'll be hanging with the focus, grabbin' chances
fountain flavour, the mountain and the savior
brash, blue bunnies burning all my moneys
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 7:34 AM UTC
A paper on my door saying I hadn't payed my rent and was to be evicted, thrown out
in three days
This morning as I was measuring laundry detergent into a washer at 6:30 AM a lady
stopped and asked if I knew where a certain address was written on a lease on a clip board
and I didn't know, but thought that must be repo-lady, or collection-lady or eviction-lady
Two lovely Chinese older ladies in the office. Under new management. Every year it's
"under new management" and why was I so angry? It was frightful
Another eviction notice posted on my door after they found I actually DID pay my rent
Oh, look, here it is, you don't have to look in your computer
They said, confiding, about the sins of the OTHER
A lot of people don't pay their rent after the Holidays
Moneys gone, they just "forget."
And I thought of all the people on spending sprees I saw during the Holidays with a gleam in their eye sort of like people get in Casinos carrying out huge boxes of things and stuff
and it's all so happy and festive and I wondered where do people get all that money?
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
Show Of Shows
people arrive at the scene
waiting for my famous routine
seats are filling up fast
what I do is unsurpassed
crowd cheers in anticipation
for their mental ************
as the curtain
begins to rise
all these maggots
become wingless flies
the crowd is in awe
my performance
is without flaw
everyone is speechless
not my fault
I'm a genius
they get their moneys worth
it's the greatest show
on this whole Earth
no one can do
what I do
I can make
all dreams come true
when I'm done
you all chant more
sorry pathetic people
there will be no encore
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
**Yesterday, everything was for free,
And you made everything glimmer and glow,
Brought sunshine and flowers and bows,
Without asking one thing of me at all.
Today, you stand there waiting on my $,
Watching me as though I am a criminal,
One who invaded into your sacred world
For themselves and with no rules to follow.**
**Now everywhere one looks it's a "buy now" sign,
Displeased that I won't give you your "moneys worth,"
Joy in the pleasure of the things that are free and fine,
So you took everything free and made it much worse,
But will impart the same old good times to those who
Are willing to part with yet more pennies and dimes.**
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
Apple tree soft sun rise
Clean air fresh breath a test
Of love too fragile to
Touch. A careening love affair
That, in the end, will
Only seem
Unfair.
Beat drum count sums
Of money made before the flood.
Exit signs waitress binge
Translucent memories of
Forgetful melodies.
Strangers here, strangers there.
Glory moly upstairs we wait
The rain is setting while the moon is rising.
Radio plays soft against these
Moldy window panes. Car honk
Don't stop, perfect this abstract harmony.
Where did we go last night
My faithful hummingbird?
The city streets were alive with fire.
Metro stop bus aloft passing crops
Coins rattle in my pocket like children tattle.
Coffee shop cradle top forgotten luck.
Piercing moons old tunes old friends
Forget where they come from
Where they've been.
Shepard on the hillside, clothed in
Rags, carry high your flag.
The sea is churning for your fury.
Ring the sun the bell reflects the table stands still
River running through all of it
Fishes swimming upstream collecting
No bulletin alive could catch the man
In the worn duster, the undone impostor.
French dialects swirl in my ceramic cup.
Abraham sells me a nickel for a dime.
Flowers line the windowsills of Madame Bovary.
Touching my nose, I she where she goes.
To the toll booth, to the restaurant, to where she was forsook.
Concrete colors of vile and depraved.
His hand brushes through the feathers of a blue jay.
Mistake him not for a savior, a saint, a sacrifice.
Our sins are our own,
Until He takes them away.
Uprooted unattended
No wound this deep
Can be mended.
Most of the moneys gone away,
To where
I cannot say.
Siblings dead of life's misfortune.
No reason to mourn
Somethings thats never happened.
The ships pulling out of port,
But where is our faithful captain?
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
The couple on the street with nothing to their name
a tough place to find yourself.
In the cold house no heating could be used here
or consumed very often!
Parents without jobs two kids and benefits tight
another Christmas near what plight!
Centres opened at Christmas for the down and outs
this derogatory term we still use.
For most it was not a choice of their making
as the recession bites hard!
More desperate and seeking government support
increasing numbers in poverty!
At the other end of that ever longer sliding scale
those with fortunate families.
Where moneys plentiful and their futures bright
in warm well stocked homes.
No need to scrimp and save or turn off the heat
expensive toys and houses so neat!
Cost means nothing filling those many cars
having no idea of those without.
Two cultures at this festive season once more
the rich giving to charities.
To make them fell good in their arrogant way
they'll have a happy Christmas day!
I wonder how the others will fare on this magical day?
The Foureyed Poet.
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 9:41 PM UTC
As their Screens flicker to Techno Beats.
A product of mass media and parentless houses...
Well done mankind on this your finest creation
These Brain Dead Damaged children which fill the streets.
Moneys their god and they covet their neighbour
Thwy Bow to down idols with their all new behaviour
Lets dumb down the masses.
Make em incoherent assess
Cause Susy is better and that is not fair , mom told me to **** her and daddy don't care..
They have no need for morals and no need for despair ,
These Brain Dead , Damaged Children that fill up our streets
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC