Posts Tagged ‘ greed ’

In Search Of

IN SEARCH OF

IN SEARCH OF

*i use to

search

with out a reason

or a clue,

*now i search

just because

its something

to do.

-As if i had

a moment

to my self

to think & breathe,

-i seek

to feed,

the notion

of need,

-but

there is none

stuck in between,

a “Do Nothing Bitch”

& the one who enables the greed..

*I AM

no one to talk

I AM

as selfish as SIN,

*with the willingness

to fix

but none such eagerness

to begin.

-i cant

make decisions

for others..

*I’m hardly content

with the decisions

I’ve made for my self…

-i just pray

for love

to bless

every lover..

*and hope

they’re not only

concerned about the eyes watching

which is only for themselves…

Sour Grapes of the lonely

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I’d be lying
If I said;
Tonight I’ve
Only had
One sip…

Lying
Among the many things,
That pour out
From my
Curved lips…

Bitter
Inquisitions
Can wait
With rich tastes,
As sweet as this…

Now drunk
With
Eager “love”,
I demand an
Aggressive kiss…

But With no one
Around,
I laugh out loud
And just,
Hiss…

To follow the leader

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Mighty
Is the cloud
High up
Is the view,

It’s hard
To see wrongs
When our ways
Are the truth,

Only to be
Encouraged
By the adrenaline
Ignorance fuels,

Entitled
Is this generation
The blind
Lead by fools…

Wants Melt

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I don’t take
Rejection
Very well.

It’s either
You love me
Or you
Can go to hell.

Like the creator
Above me
Jealousy
overwhelms.

And all
Ones left with
Are the conviction
In them selves…

All I wanted was her heart
Truth
She wore
like a belt.

Distractions
Kill time
Her flesh
She gave to someone else.

The angels
Would Tend to cry
Her demons
Couldn’t stand the smell.

The blood
Of something Greater
Would more times than not
Fiercely Compel.

Creating a cycle
That would reflect
The flaming fires
Of hell.

Only to look back
And wish
For a stronger will
In my self.

suspended

crooked

corrupt

unfair

unjust,

woe

to what choice

and greed

has taken me away from,

humble beginnings

of barefoot

walks

on rough,

gravel

that has allowed me

to appreciate

a soft touch,

and in

that essence

it makes everything

“never enough”,

for having to

wait so long

I feel some sort of

entitlement,

not accurately

accounting

for every cause

and where iT is spent,

being blessed

abundantly

yet not wanting

to pay rent,

ignoring what others are due

further postponing the dew

that I long for

from  every touching my lips,

revelations

walk freely

my everything however

remains suspended

Side swiped at the perfect time

People Hate

What They (can’t have and)

 Dont

Understand,

LIfe

is happening

with or without you

so to fait, what is your primary plan?

you may think

your playing poker

and the main hazard here

is not, to not let any one else see your hand,

 this is chess

with carefully calculated steps

properly matched and set

 to meet and get their demands,

so clap your hands

and wish evil’s

just will

goes away,

like a domino effect

touching every single thing

that slips in/ falls out or that gets

in or around its way,

all that slander

and all those lies

strictly and only for you self satisfies

leaving little to be happy about when I am given the “bad news of the day”,

so clouded in my self

I hardly had

any feeling

left to feel,

when the enemy

that’s been on my tail

sees her window

and complains to those that also see its appeal,

I’m threatening

because their bullshitting

does little to scare me or make me submit to the

kiss ass and wait in line sort of parade,

I answer to those who ask

so if ever given a task

and those in which are thirsty and ask

for water and flask,

in which case I have

do I shew them away?

 and say for those comments/that answer/this water

this company (my employer)

does not pay for me to relay?

heavens no

I pour until I can’t no more

and if in conversation we both agree

that we are all in the final end of days,

why should you be offended

if what we’re grieving over

isn’t in your interest

if it isn’t within your grasp

then this subject matter

is not for you, at least not today!

not everything

is meant for you

or against all of you

who happen to think and feel

the same way,

let the dead

Barrie the dead

the blind

lead the blind

and you your self

can go on and about

your own merry way!

I’m not soliciting

or trying to make commission

some one has a dollar

I have 4 quarters

and they have a feeling

I’m carrying change,

do I ignore whats been left at my door

my response is

I have nothing more

what I’ve been given

and what you’re asking for

I give freely

because it’s what ive been given

to gave,

my god has

set me in my path

forgiven my awful past

and set me in my ways,

I was side swiped

at the perfect time

because at this time

I wasnt going to move

until the building came down

in flames,

so now

by no other choice

I move away,

oh how

comments

pave

(this is the first installment

of a week-long series

of how people

who can’t grasp the situation

they only caught

a fraction of a piece of

can jump to conclusions

further building

an excerpt catalog

that led to my termination

from a company that

is supposed to help

those that are less fortunate

down and out

on their luck

know them selves

what is needed

but wanting confirmation

who am I to deny

what is placed in my heart

not by choice?)

///my termination letter will be uploaded at the end of the week

to show case and better illistrate the up coming poems ///

sinking down

floating

I was

floating

I am,

then thoughts

like rocks

sink into the waters

from the sand,

worries

of needs

and wants

priorities in high demand,

sink me and we

into the deep

past

the damned,

we fight

we struggle

only pushing us further

from land,

my rough edges

make it harder

to take hold

and grab onto the soft hands,

of those

willing to save

most would rather

blow away like a fan,

 my pros are many

by my cons

start and end with

I am but a man,

.

.

.

sinking down

I

AM