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Rich indulgences entertain rich feelings
I don't want to spend without sentimental meaning
But I require food, and clothes upon my body
So despite my beliefs, I buy all those things shoddy
Howard Robard HughesFamously rich recluseDreams led him to the lap of luxuryFollowed by nightmarish mysophobic OCD.Rich playboy aviator Howard HughesWith movie starlets kept himself amused
WE THINK THEREFORE, WE ARE XE I'M BECAUSE OF YOU! WITHOUT YOU I AM NOTHING WITHIN YOU I AM ALL THINGS WITHIN THE WORLD WE ARE ALL!
As Heaven and Hell,
I have no wealth.
My soul is rich, dear,
Take my self.
In place of thrones,
I offer bones
Superior to
Precious stones.
Unlike
Gems and wreaths of gold,
There are those that stand upon the hill
Getting everything yet lusting still
Then there are those upon the ground
Getting nothing making little sound
Just have fun
Would have begun
If my worries didn't leave my mind in a blurry
A flurry of bad thoughts
Sad thoughts of me claiming its my fault
I fall and default to ending it all
Nothing smooth
1. I saw a tomorrow bright and beautiful; where the lion roared and kept quiet for the purrs of the cat to be heard,
And the rich and the poor ate from the same plate,
Everything rang in my old house
The clocks and the doorbells
And even the ID tags.
Now I've stopped time
And realize who I hate.
At the Garden of the Gods.
Have you seen me?
Land of the free and home of the brave.
We take the world's pitiful and their worst.
Freedom and happiness is all that we crave,
The poor, however, are forever cursed.
Constantly America has shown its Strength
Today however people have begun to lose faith
The flag used to show hope for all
Now the flag only waves on the riches call
Here we stand together as they say
the dead leaves know so little
the swine and their eager snouts
scour the pile, although too brittle
swarming minds with no doubts
(Businessman Perspective)
Cold and hungry as I tried to find a place to rest,
I finally see a small warm cafe at the end of the road.
I started to jog and cross my arms in front of my chest,
Okay, this is a song too, so it's a little long...
Pedestal
The words twist with jagged edges,
Barbed wire on their lips
Glittering silver compliments
All we own
All we want
We forget
What we got
This stuff
Not worth a penny
It’s all loss
See the reality
You can take my money
Take my stuff
Come listen to my truest thoughts and my truest feelings. While we are die-hard living there are people that are shining and people that are crying.
No one else
Under its scrutiny
Its light
Because you are under it
All of your faults on display
Just out there
Exposed
And for
EVERYONE to see
But you must show them
The table stays
the wood is grey
a light sull yellowed
tingy yellow brown
when on the bench
the hobo sleeps
the homo weeps
the political correctness steeps
and for weeks and weeks
Bill Buxley was the richest man you’d see.
He had stacks and stacks of money.
He bought furs, cars, houses, and clubs,
Tigers, casinos, shoes, and Persian rugs.
But he was a vain man, never willing to share,
I am Bill Gates
At least I wish to beileve that's true
A high school drop out with fantasies that explains
If he can do it I can do it too
Down the ground lookin' so low
All i want to know
will I go high, so high that I cant touch the ground?
Stuck in this cage with ties that i cant abound
I want to be more than this
with my uniquness
There are certain things that just cannot be done.
You can't sneeze with your eyes open.
Have you ever tried imagining what those colors
that are invisible to the naked eye look like?
They're selling "dreams" for the price of your soul.
Wrapped in pretty green paper,
Peers and youth clatter and clank
Minds nearly filled with blank
Always looking so fine and swank
A job and work a threat or a prank
Parents diving into their savings bank
Sweeping dust in the factory
coughing out pollution casually
making shoes for kids in the west
each hour getting paid ten cents
there is a woman in somalia
each day she faces insomnia
They told me to marry rich,to marry "up."But we could make plans to live in cardboard boxes on city streets lined with blankets and flowers.
Debating with the sons of Republican Virtue
Arguing humanity with reasonable economy
There is no winner, only stock value-
Running with the lost children of the trust funds
There they are.
they're sitting in that car.
I've never seen a Lamborghini before.
yet there it is at my school.
There they are.
sitting in that house.
Why is it that
Those of us that can’t afford
A college education
Are punished for trying?
Why is the world saying
Screw you
For trying to get out
And do more than our parents
Grandparents
We sit on our cotton made, silk lined couches.
We entertain ourselves by watching Hi-Def TV on 62'' flat screen televisions, while eating a hot homemade meal,
Open it up, see what it is,
The gift wrapped in a plastic bag.
Dirty hands, uncut nails
tear at that plastic bag.
Agreat smile comes, along with joy.
That child, lonely and homeless,
The Dream
Find it easy to get what you want
Look there kids running away with apples that they just took away
Does it seem as if people care
There is no greater felon, than that of the innocent bystander:
He who sees...
Does no wrong.
Does no good.
The person who witnesses pain and suffering and,
We sit idle upon our thrones, taking
in our wretched domain. It's humor-
ous how they scurry about as if it
mattered, running faster and fast-
er, pain and anguish and rust.
How comical.
Just Listen…
Just listen to the words I have to say ‘cause it just might make a difference to you and me
If I wandered into a bar and got drunk,
I would leave feeling pleasured and great,
Only to find my head spinning the next day.
Surely there is more to life.
I used to meet you in the park.
You had pride- you said.
"This is only temporary.
I'm looking for a job,
Not living on welfare."
That one feast during that one time of the year
That one moment when calories don't matter, we have no fear
Across that one big table we can barely see
Through that one turkey big enough for the entire family
You're exasperating, Mr. Brisbane!
You wear a pointy hat
and new shoes
and an overcoat
with socks,
but you forget, sir, that you do not wear a
moneyhat or a
moneyshoe or a
moneycoat or
You’re at a red light and a homeless man approaches you
And you act like you have nothing when you’re sitting in your BMW
School is out of my budget
But the rich love it
The poor hate it
Because I can't make it
The rich laugh at my struggle
While the poor support my hustle
I live within my means
man you KNOW that ain’t your house on mtv cribs.
I bet you don't even watch mtv.
You and your girl each got like 3 kids,
and both ya’ll together made less than 3 hits.
Bewildered and indulged
The very select few
Having everything, but want of more
Which is sad, but true.
“ Mother im bored”
“go play a game”
“ I have played them all”
“ go watch tv”
“ I have watched it all”
“ go read a book”
“ I have read them all”
“Go to the store”
“ I have bought it all”
Life,
So meaningless and rich,
It withers like a dying flower And yields its beauty with, Yet richer than the richest golds
And finer than the finest jewels,
