April 12, 2011

Mr. MOE

money
the root of all evil
false power of all people
human trafficking made legal
souls of men exchanged for
worldly possession
pots 
kettles
sculpted scraps of metal
pieces of paper home to a face
with no value
greed determining weight
conditions rendering fate
minted by the hands of human tendencies
quick to fold
easy to crumple
future held within the current...see
under pressure its all quite
temporary
as fickle as a nickle concealing five thoughts
forever changing
inconsistency investing in material
while consistently draining your spiritual
full account
empty
its worth increased by the addition of zeros
the math is simple
adding six zeros still equals
nothing
we're still slaves to white men
working for suffering
only capitalizing materialistics
the logistics
highly sadistic
in love with what breeds hate and
separation
money
the root of all evil
false power of all people
human trafficking made legal
souls of men exchanged for worldly possession
we're still slaves to white men
dead
leeching on human life
if you get too attached

a simple sentiment...

be you at all times...that way there's never any confusion.

a simple sentiment...

it takes a certain type of person to master the art of accepting opposition & conflicting views...it definitely isn't a feat for everyone.

a simple sentiment...

unless one person physically donates his/her eyes to everyone & has them all simultaneously stand in the same place, point of views will ALWAYS vary...perspective is, in fact, subjective.

April 5, 2011

a simple sentiment...

i give my all within the innate realm of its limits; if my all doesn't match the magnitude of yours, that does not mean it's any less encompassing...you can't use YOUR yardstick to measure MY length when you're using the metric system to measure an inch.

a simple sentiment...

my thoughts race so much that im tired all the time...cant even catch my breath when im sitting still.

a simple sentiment...

i smile way more than my face let's on...

a simple sentiment...

sometimes i don't know if it's my gut trying to forewarn or if it's my paranoia trying to sabotage...either way, it all stems from my heart having no voice. :oX