Money and Status

 

don’t dig through others’ pockets
for gold that’s already been sold
reset your clocks to when you were only sowing
the seeds before you began plowing and reaping
your ego and reeking of prestige that only the blind
with heavy pockets are obsessed to see

bring back your memory of blood sweat and tears
oh the happy years of living without the fears of degradation
you left it all to the One in control
that was your only reparation
because you knew your sole purpose was for your soul,
not to please others and become the one who oppresses
and controls
and sees through numbers

 

 

Apocalyptic Mind

 

 

Courage, Kindness, Forgiveness
These precious gifts to humanity

Faith, Love, Sacrifice
Have we given these up for vanity?

Humility, Respect, Justice
Has greed contaminated our sanity?

Our eyes see none but ourselves
as giving is really a question of receiving

Bounties and blessings fermented into a toxic wine
searing our hearts into the ash of swine
tongues longer than the serpent’s life
devouring all in it’s dark midnight slither
lest the prey wither away

Now as innocence is the fading wisp of sweet incense
Its a fortune to guard and protect against the
suffocating bellows of tornadoes ablaze
on the land of the free

or so you thought

locked under industrial slave-ships of captain Greed-
these plains which we birth our future unto-
waned,
depleted of their right to reign
with forestry and mothering shelter, freedom,
abundance-
no its been traded
no it’s been stolen for relish
too hyper, too eager to wait to
dance on the throne of one only parish