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Pursuit of Happiness

alone in  a four cornered room
an empty, shallow, feeling doom
no windows, door's locked
more than a prisoner stocked.

proud and arrogant he is
with no friends to miss
live in his pride, pity no other
busy working man, don't try to bother.

wealthy and famous, handsome
young man but boastful Sam
was born with golden spoon in hands
all the world's pleasures in him lands.

above money can give, emptiness still felt
happiness it brought easily melt
people around are fake, no to trust
attacks you in back only money they lust.

alone in a four cornered room
realized now that he must start to bloom
from a tormentor, must open heart and mind
for sure, Sam, true happiness he will find.

Slaves To Money

Why are our minds slaves to money? Shiny phones, lots of gold and large amounts of dough, 
automobiles and garments. Singing deep in our souls “I want the money, cars and the 
clothes”. Wishing for the day when cash is sent there way, I believe most people would call 
that one of there, most happiest days. 

Money, feel weak without it. Powerful with.

Money will take you all over the globe, sun sets in Thailand to habana cigars in Cuba, from 
Sri Lanka to the U.K to attempt to make a lot more money just in the dream of not to be 
another poor sunny. 

But without wealth you’re wedged by the limitations of your environment which you breathe 
and the lack of resources in your neighbourhood. Money has a lot of power in this world. 
Which we are slaves to.

Tallan J Bent (c) 20.05.2010 23:22Hrs

Premium Member Discontented

Lost.
Lonely.
Full of pain.
He walked up to the church to pray for the first time in over twenty years.
The doors were locked.
When did we start locking church doors?

Confused.
Abandoned.
In need of help.
She entered the psychiatrist’s office seeking professional care.
She had no health insurance and was turned away.
The Hippocratic oath no longer applies.

Destitute.
Hungry.
No money for food.
He tried to donate a pint of his blood.
They no longer offer money in exchange.
The juice and cookie made an unsatisfactory meal.

The slow student sat in the back of the classroom unable to understand the lesson.
The teacher had thirty other students demanding her attention.
She was passed on to the next grade without an education.

He bought a gun at the local Sporting Goods Store in the only civilized country that makes 
this so easy to do.
Seventeen random college students have their lives taken from them far too young because 
he couldn’t cope with the pressures of an unfair world.

I kiss my six year old’s forehead as he lies, peacefully, sleeping in his bed under Spiderman 
sheets, hopeful, that someday, he may make a difference.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.


It's Tough

It's tough
I say it is, by experience 
I be good for a day, then the next day
I am sick of not getting no sleep
I would be mentally weak

It's tough
Not having money when u really need it
The car done broke down
You had money the week before
But it's gone cause u done already spent it

It's tough
When that man u thought loved u
Really don't
How do I know, I guess u thought
My lucky day, he got caught

Some of everything done happen to me
Bad luck, I guess u would say
It's tough
This I can trust

One By One

its stalks the best of us
picks off the rest of us
one by one 
we fall by the way

Some of us run from it
some embrace the thing
but one by one
we fall day by day

there are those that fear it
and those that seek for it
and one by one 
they all will meet with it

A few will try to hide
will dedicate their lives
but one by one 
it finds them 

No money can save you 
No power protect you 
one by one 
we all go the same way

don't waste time on fear
seeking money or power 
one by one
we should enjoy each passing day

This thing we cannot affect
with deeds, words or dreams
one by one
death finds us all

Watch For Pickpockets

Watch for Pickpockets

By Elton Camp

The prospect of a trip to the Big Easy
Made me more than a little queasy
I’d had visited in New Orleans before
And now the danger was even more

It was because of the unease that I felt
I put wallet away & used a money belt
It was into a crowded café I did slip
While waiting I felt a hand on my hip

Because I am quite old, fat and bald
I didn’t think it meant a gay did call
My empty pocket took him by surprise
As I could tell by the look in his eyes

Through the crowd he made a mad dash
I decided I wouldn’t do anything rash
Since any of my money he failed to get
I decided why should I now have a fit

But if New Orleans doesn’t control crime
To draw tourists they’ll have a hard time
But how much judgment can there be
In a city built below the level of the sea
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.


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