"stinginess" poems
Living little less than the right way
I've turned all my friends to stone
Weary legs carry me
To the river
Wash off everything I've known
I've seen dead flowers on the way
And crowds of people all alone
No charity tempts me
To deliver
Now stinginess I don't condone
And I don't want to roam
Too far from my home
Don't want to leave it all away
The world seems small
When you have it all
Oh I wish that I could stay
When I arrived the river had frozen still
Ole Neptune saw no other way
If I could only find a little time
To ****
I'd be out here all the day
And I don't understand
Why I'm branded where I stand
Don't think you know how it might feel
It doesn't take
Much for a heart this cold to break
Without a hope ever to heal
And when you hear these words
Next life my friend
I don't know where I'll be then
If there's one thing
This world has shown
We borrow everything we own
Oh to reap what I have sewn
Oh to reap what I have sewn
Oh to reap what I have sewn
Oh to reap what I have sewn
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
I never gave interviews
There was nothing to say,
No one needs to know
What I had for breakfast
The day I made my mark
On an impressionable city.
They don't need my opinion,
It would just be another color
On their palette, and
I can't have that.
I don't want to see myself
Painted on the homes and faces of strangers.
I have lived to prove my worth,
Not to have it affirmed -
Mirrors are not worth their reflections.
Mirrors can be vacant.
I know my selfishness prevails on them
Only while I live. I don't mind.
Perhaps when I am gone,
They'll look me up.
They'll forgive my stinginess
When they have me pinned up in a glass case.
They will thank Death for transparency,
But use my name to save face.
At least I will be spared the sight;
That's all I have come to expect.
I console myself that it won't quite
Be me those empty minds reflect.
Imagination travels miles with a breath,
For that I thank the generosity in Death.
Apr 25, 2011
Apr 25, 2011 at 4:45 PM UTC
Sun is impartial in reaching out
In sustaining life on the planet
Equal intensity everywhere
Even on the good and the evil.
Reality appears to be partial
Expectations are laughed at
A drop of water to quench my thirst
Stinginess even in abundance.
Years spend in waiting for a change
Reality never changed, continued to be
A ray of light never bends
May bend or spread out at opaque ends.
Learned the art of nishkama karma
Go on acting… for duty sake
Never expect anything in return
Duty for duty sake… life goes on.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
The Queen of Qanant
Was a right royal ****
A ***** of the first water.
And almost as bad
Was the offspring she had,
Her high-class badass daughter.
She looked at folks funny
If they didn’t have money
To her it was all about gifts.
The Queen didn’t share
That her kid pulled her hair
Her stinginess created a rift.
The Queen of Qanant
Had all she could want
Spangles and baubles galore.
She had so much junk
She needed four hunks
To carry it all through the door.
Her land was in a pickle
No downward dollar trickle
With which the poor could pay rent.
She ignored all petitions
To improve the conditions
Thus a civil rebellion could foment.
Her people could starve,
No roast beast to carve;
To her the whole issue was closed.
So her daughter colluded
And the story concluded
When Mommy the Queen was deposed.
So, that’s what’s in store
When you ***** with the poor
And ignore their righteous complaining.
That’s the way things are
You get only so far
To **** on them and tell them it’s raining.
The daughter was no better
She matched mom to the letter
And the whole story started again.
But that’s what people earn
When they never quite learn;
They end up back where they’ve been.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
Oh the tears
Oh the pain
Oh the anguish
The suffering of the people
With their sorrowful heart
Broken to pieces by wickedness
Smothered and shredded
Afflicted and forsaken
Seeking peace and comfort
Calling out to whoever
Crying out for help
But all to no avail
I dwell in self gratification
I live in a conceited world
My words are to your derision
Denunciation is my motto
I care less about the world around me
Stinginess lies in my marrow
I am aroused by an inordinate desire for greatness
Treachery lies in my heart
I am impenitent and obdurate
I am consumed by my profane thoughts
And yet I say
I am chosen nation
A royal priesthood
A peculiar person
Dwelling in Glory and Splendor
Enjoying the Goodness of The Almighty
Not minding the world around me
Ignoring their cries
Overlooking their pains
Oblivious to their anguish
Though I know the way to peace
And God as made me a light of the world
I covert this light for myself alone
My selfish deeds
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
you have heart, you have brains
with lots of pains
my heart fills with pains,
you make me happy and my heart shiver and here it is
on the plate, to you my heart deliver
cutting into little pieces
each of every species
that I have come to absorb. . .
in my own way to share the smiling graces. . .
anticipating life in its pace. . . .
until we came together
brought by faith, love with our embraces
when love was still. . . .
I came to feel. . .
The stinginess of sorts. . .
How I am for this world or anyone to see. . .
And how I saw some others. . .
They had heart, they had brains. . . .
With lots of pains. . .
My heart they filled with pains. . .
They made my heart happy. . .and then shiver, now here it is. . .
On a plate, my heart to them deliver. . .
Cut not into pieces. . .but in whole, as from my life they never stole. . .
But I was stalled. . .From you. . .
For as long as I remembered. . .the truth coming near. . .
I knew what I saw. . .was hindered sometime by fear. . .
What everyone’s projecting. . .gossip of the sorts. . .
Made my ship leave them ****** ports and set sail to sea. . .
Where I dreamed of sorts. . .
I dreamed of soaring like a seagull. . . .
. . . .oooooo sooooarrring free from sorrow. . . .
Landing myself. . .next to you. . . .
After my endless cries. . .my head never lies as I found of the moment. . .next to you. . . .
Oooo how long my heart raced through endlessness. . . .
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 12:40 AM UTC
Black wings shoot through the sky
1000 lifespans of smooth power
And then
The fall
Black wings cascade to the gritty cement
Feathers of darkness
Envelope
A solid body
Staggering forward
The orange lights stinginess crushing down
Reaching forward
Long nails clawing at smooth brick walls
Brick walls covered in **** and human filth
The wings climb forward
Reaching forward
Gripping the dusk
Holding onto the new day
Grasping the new feelings
The new concepts
The same world
The same body
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
To love, is to hold and let go not to suffocate.
To live is to and die to self in a every day manner.
To care so deeply for others unconditionally.
For a life full of self-sacrifice is a life worth living.
For what you give, you shall receive right back.
For to live a life with fear of being hurt is no life at all.
But to freely give of yourself without fear or stinginess
Shall be revealed after you have pass away through the hearts of others.
For those who did truly lived shall be also be truly miss as well.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 7:18 AM UTC