Lies! Money is greed, greed is money,
Credit is given to the wrong types of people.
The stupid ones who were not taught
How to behave with their newfound freedom
And systems of fake income!
Don't spend what you do not have,
But they believed they had everything.
Love. Money. Sex. Fame and fortune, the world
Was in their hands!
Until it all crashed down in 1929
The wise head becomes a fool sans money,
While the goon with quids around to throw
Assumes a sage--the mayor of phony county.
Why should the prince of letters anyhow
Be in want--lacking in substance great,
Flourishing instead in some wretched state?
Yet the politicians who run down the economy
And men of baser thoughts that make heaven's
Hallowed eyes drop tears by their steamy
Smut businesses and those of unholy deals
Do seem to prosper much in this awkward
World,with those that vaunt at the Lord.
Rough roads crunchy stones a long walk far from home in search for the peace dome.
I run in a yellow brick road filled with sunshine and true smiles
To have happiness is to believe in deserts with no cries.
when the sun and the rain collide they conceive a rainbow
Which represents :love ,peace and prosperity.
With the rainbow mindset we reach our pursuit for happiness.
Learn to live freely in the present moment.
Unprovided -- the pleasure of pleasing
is, after all, a painting that resolves
the irritating swings of a taxed evolution.
It seems that energetic trainees
of the future keep firm invitations
on the list of approved measures.
Yet living is not a guesstimate, reality
is attached by humor to the document
that simply reads "I'm not sure."
Imagine civilization as eight-years-old.
By want, business drains, not one laugh,
but the replacement of being one's own.
Shaped, the body is wary of the
counselor and satisfied by the character
of a farmer and time away from scorn.
Hang a map of sensibility in the kitchen,
where bare eyes can respond -- tokens of
action are the door prize for motivation.
The lessons not yet learned are musical.
You’re prosperity, I’m wisdom.
I could count.
You could walk into my castle of dreams.
I write you out.
You fill my life with the riches of your eyes.
My words may not live long.
But, love, your eyes will never die.
The way they have become the sunshine outside my window never will.
Wisdom and Prosperity.
If we’re fools, we’ll part.
A more pleasurable verse
Than any mans words
Laden a shore
Bearing more weight than gold
More than treasure troves
What burrows my mind
each and every word
It's grace in fulfillment
A binding curse
Of these poorest riches
I am thee
Richer in words