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Fields of Avarice

My guilt overflows… Where shall I go? Where shall I – Here I am again… My sadness bleeds on… Where shall I flee? Where shall I – Oh great…I land here… Where IS my Home Sweet Home? No one cares, but I do…understand You…but I’m trapp’d in Fields of avarice…what path Shall I choose? That one? My sting takes over My body…floods with poison Avarice sinks in My remorse takes toll I don’t want to lose control Where shall I roam to? My madness burns on… Where shall I flee? Where shall I – No, I can’t give in… Where IS my Home Sweet Home? No one cares, but I do…care about You…but I’m rapt in Fields of avarice…what path Should I take? This one?

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 7/13/2013 12:37:00 PM

David, this is very interesting. I think it is our condition to have these feelings and also feel regret about them. I found that over time, things that I longed for did not bring the joy and happiness I wanted, but that giving and love did. Being young was very difficult because I really wanted to be in love, but could not find the means to express what I felt because true love is hard to find. I guess I felt avarice for love and did not really understand that it was like an addiction.

J.W. Earnings
Date: 7/30/2013 6:04:00 PM

Wow...your words are priceless. :) Thanks Duke for everything... J>W>E>