Planting a seed
Blooming courage indeed
Looking up to the sky
Not considering, time to die
Knowing heavens are there
Protection from the crows who scare
Reading books filled with studies
Asking, how much money?
Trusting powers that be
Truth will see
Sun shining bright
An illuminating sight
When break time arrives
Reason to sigh
Showing a path
Towards the bath
Sweat well spent
Cultivating investment
Heat saying goodbye
Autumn leaves fly
Seasoned to perfection
Ready for collection
Harvest pay received
Graciously, I believe
Joyful thanks
Leaving the bank
No longer fearful and blue
Cash in hand is cool
Barreling pork
Work
Done
Time for fun
Spending
Since holiday season is pending
Intimidation threats are gone
Since courageous honesty is the new dawn
More gift cards
What is it with people and the money they dream of I’m not a money person, cash in hand is ok
Perhaps a small account is enough for everyday use to repair a puncture.
A family friend got me to invest in a gift card thing, but I soon realized it was a bad thing, I cut my losses, as they say, a bird in hand is better than birds in the bushes
The gift card company is persistent in a little investment more and I will be very rich, which is the last thing I want to be
I feel sorry for the wealthy who need a yacht to
feel good about themselves big insecure egos begging for us to love them
they tell me I risk losing 400 thousand dollars and
what, on earth am I doing with that, when my thinking is a possible income of 5000 thousand to help with my daily expenses
Take Elon Musk, he is a genius and impossibly rich, always on the move to stave off his inner demons when sits down for a moment he looks inward, he is deeply depressed, and can’t find pleasure for long in what he does
Bless him he has so much to give to the world at
The cost of his well-being
All I want is to read, have coffee, and toast in the morning, and to hell with untold riches
While my head slumps low, on both crouching knees,
my meek soul doesn't know, rhyme nor reason seize,
on both crouching knees, while my head slumps low,
rhyme nor reason seize, my meek soul doesn't know.
There'd be a stake-knife, that choice heightened soul,
dreams larger-than-life completes source cores whole,
that choice heightened soul, there'd be a stake-knife,
completes source cores whole, dreams larger-than-life.
Disclosures concede strength raised benchmarks high,
stay the course, succeed, proud guides, worth third-eye,
strength raised benchmarks high, disclosures concede,
proud guides, worth third-eye, stay the course, succeed.
No man's land--command, rare form sights take charge,
performed cash-in-hand, zoomed measures discharge,
rare form sights take charge, no man's land--command,
zoomed measures discharge, performed cash-in-hand.
cash in hand I bought
victorian hand mirror
glimpse into the past
I keep wondering if happiness is only for a chosen few
I guess it's for the lighter skin or the persons born in wealth
I can only guess
I keep fighting for this thing call happiness
I keep running after it.. I can't seem to catch up to it
I wonder if I am just not Blessed enough
I feel like all I do is guess and wonder about this thing call happiness
All I want is happiness
To wake up with the man I love and be sure he feels the same... Crazy passionate love
To not dream about having a good life but really living one
Stop praying for cash to come but having cash in hand... I could even give away a few
Not just seeing friends going on a vacation but really taking one
Not dreaming of a wonderful life...really Living one
I just want to wake up in happiness so tired of chasing after things I can't seem to get
All I want is happiness so tired of waking up to this loveless mess of confusion... All I want is happiness
1/18/17
Among so many rocks and leafs
As well as animals that squawk or squeak
Talk is cheap
Many things considered a dime a dozen
Like limes and onions
You're either with or against the clock
Whether it is continually making sense or not
At times it can all truly
Be quite the doozy
Frustrated with seeing cruelty
And people acting unruly
Along the way
Is it wrong to say?
Every dog has it's day
They can make glass from sand
So much became a flash in the pan
Whether or not there ended up being any cash in hand
With my own flesh and blood
I express my love
While I step and trudge
Through different depths of mud
Haste makes waste
Across this place in space
You may or may not have your while life ahead of you
Just remember idle hands are the devil's tools
Near and far from special sentimental jewels
Realize there have been many kinds of metals used
Near and far from different sea levels and pools
The outcome may have been preventable
If such things weren't placed on a pedestal
By: Dalton Ogletree
In blazing sun she stares through dusty eyes
from bombed out building, huddled with her kin
counting the hours until the next one dies
and waiting for the next raid to begin.
She longs for nights free of gunfire and screams
competing with the madness in her head
a place with housing, jobs, the stuff of dreams
beyond that first brave step across the Med.
'The streets are paved with gold', the smugglers say,
'their Governments fulfil your every need'
as cash in hand they spirit more away
the gullible, clueless of where they lead.
A cold London shop doorway, drenched from storm
the homeless sleeper dreams of somewhere warm.
Waking up at the crack of dawn
No re-collection of the night just gone
A lethal cocktail he had consumed
Out cold all night is what he assumed
Unaware of the crime he'd committed
Horrific details now being submitted
No choice now he'd have to run
Cashed up and armed with a gun
Life now would never be the same
New clothes a shave and a different name
Surviving on odd jobs paid only cash in hand
The thought of being locked up he couldn't stand
He found it hard believing what he'd done
Hearing details left him feeling numb
Only young with many years to live
Only now his life was as a fugitive
Dealers sell drugs not far from your door,
patiently waiting there in the dark.
And with cash in hand, you leave once more,
to troll back alleys: daunting and stark.
A storm-soaked sky spits pieces of grey,
hammering the ground with hail and rain.
And as you stumble along the way,
fear triggers jolts of remembered pain.
Junked up specters, these prophets of doom,
pimp their products with swagger and style.
And stake out recesses in the gloom,
where lies get exchanged: for denial.
Ignoring your pledges to abstain,
you renege on your vow to stay clean.
And stick a needle into your vein,
slipping right back to where you have been.
Just another monster to defeat,
Death bides its time, while watching you crawl.
And the consequences of deceit,
are: that no one will care when you fall.
They want to be skin and bones with plastic wasters,
They want to be stupid, they want to be famous,
Fake, superficial and contagious,
"She don't want your love,
She wants your money, boy."
Modern royalty want cash in hand,
Ritalin,vicodin, and diazepam,
Valium,lithium, any kind of medication,
Liposuction, collegen,
Round and round we go again.
Plastic Nose, cushion butts, Botox and plastic chest,
You're not quite right, but you tried your best.
Mattel rang, Hey Barbie they want you back in your box,
You're allowed to have 'fun', but not too much.
Media, media, media everyday hysteria,
Disroders coming out your ears; and you think we're inferior?
Ignorance is bliss, I guess.
Open your eyes, blink twice and think,
Your life is perfect, isn't it?
She pulls up in her big black Cadillac,
says “Hey boy, c’mon, get in”,
and I know it’s another night of shame
plastered to the walls of my soul.
It’s the same every time,
first wine, then the dirty deed,
then get out quick,
cash in hand,
on to the next fancy car,
where loneliness abides,
and shame will follow.
I don’t want this life,
my heart withers,
as the shame gets thicker,
my body is weary,
and my mind is slowly slipping away,
but there’s no way out,
no second chances,
no take backs,
once you’ve hit the street.
I walked down a lane with a life of pain with a wish that I knew where I would be
With no cash in hand and I'm feeling the pain I knew that drug was taking
everything. I opened my eyes and God made me clean but what I had once had
is no where to be seen. With the friends that I have and the new things to be God
has made me, me again now all I have done is now just a pain and It's my time
to make a new dream.
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