if one has money
it’s best to splurge it
why keep it locked up
for others to feed
enjoy your life your way my son, life has many joys to present…. some love sex and luxurious beds …. pillows higher than high …and women to beneath lay … so we have many who like playboys play … others just would love to flaunt their wealth…. to show how big is theirs !!!...pockets you know… but tis better to spend, than hoard

Reflection

"Count your blessings", tells the saying,
think about the goods you're haying.
 Forsake your ills, forget them all 
 Your blessings make the grieves forestall.
Healthy paws enhance the swaying.

Money's worthless love is paying .
 Every little thing is weighing
with health and passion-overall.
Count your blessings.

I've gone and stood on one of them
oh god I hate them worse than phlegm
half pulverised to mangled meat
still wriggling, though near obsolete
I stood on it I say again

I feel so sick - it's caused mayhem
I wave my arms, and count to ten
my meal just may, on me, repeat
I stood on one

I know I sound like some weak femme
but those who've done it won't condemn
I scrape my heel, to try delete
the feel of slime on naked feet
bug or slug I squished it open
I stood on one
.

SILENCE BROKEN NOT BY MIDNIGHT
TOMBSTONE BY YON MOONLIGHT GLEAMS
WHERE IN EONS PAST I FANCY
HE HAD DWELT ON SPECTRAL DREAMS

SOFT LIGHT FALLS UPON THE IVY
SPREAD ACROSS AN ANGELS WINGS
WHERE UPON A BROKEN BIBLE
ECHOES AS A RAVEN SINGS

LONG FORGOTTEN LOST THIS CHURCHYARD
SPURNED BY ALL IN DEAD OF NIGHT
RUSTLING NEATH THE VAULTED PILLARS
STEALTHY CREATURE OUT OF SIGHT

EDGAR ALLAN TWAS I HASTEN
HAUNTED BY A DREADFUL DEED
DID INVADE THIS GLADE OF MEMORY
FOR TO PLANT HIS WRITTEN SEED

Oh what sorrowful time it is now,

Gather eyes of greed,
And hear for a man has passed in a dream,

Hear this news good people for he has been taken,
Taken into the infinite night of his imagination,
And behind him he leaves nothing,
But his verse,

To follow his path,
Would be pointless,
He searched for color because it exists,

Hear me good people,
With your eyes of greed,
Gather around those of you,
Who have torn hearts,

Some days
it would be so easy
to stay in bed
never wake
dream-live in moments
now long gone
go back
to times when life was simpler

lose myself
always and ever
in the place
of innocent not-knowing
that existed
before my greater epoch of lessons

I could stay in that world
and never come back

temptation  
whispers memories in my ear
softly
with a voice that drips with honey
an invitation
to serene insanity

Hello, this is yesterday
wish you were here

.

just remember me too
for having read you
like a passer by...

It is a wonderful
first time poetry
I have read of yours
I wonder if you have glossed over
any of mine...
though none will or would be
as comparable with yours
just remember me
across the green fields
or those with yellow blooming seeds
as your desire to be remembered surpasses all
and as you say....
if you can't remember me
then I will still continue
to remember thee
to read your luscious poetry

you touch me
and I fall away
to nothing

breaking apart
into a thousand
shards of want

I am as bewitched
as the trail
that lies beneath
your hand

incantations
sing through my blood
and I am wrought,
with my desire
to list into you

at just a touch
I need to inhale
but,

you breath life
into every molecule
to overflow my spirit
and in the abyss
of love

I lay in want
of the masters
hand

It is a language
that the heart
understands no matter the age,
as the body moves freely
to its tunes

It is a bridge between Earth
and Heaven, making people
to witness the stars twinkling
in unison in a clear, night sky,
as the trees sway to the magical
splendor that vibrates the air
with rainbow colors that only
the young at heart can see

It is a web that connects
every single thing in the Universe
to a rhythm that can surpass
past, present and future,
making our inner joy timeless