Promises are dubious transactions
made by lovers in their interactions,
often given by one without a thought
for affections of the moment, they have sought.
The naive, so often they believe,
words not meant really to deceive,
but spoken, in sincerest fashion,
in a moment of romantic passion.
Shakespeare said it and I agree,
"Neither a borrower nor a lender be".
The same might be said of promises -
we should all be doubting Thomases.
Grace
is already~
Yet the
stories of
here and there
giving and taking
buying and selling
transactions
are also grace
as such words
appear~~
Chasing money to put gold in a pot,
Ground beneath your feet continues to rot,
Plotting the destruction of a species,
With pieces of paper spreading disease,
I'm pleased I can spend my energy,
Sending love through my transactions,
Knowing the impact within the action,
Gaining traction in satisfaction,
I can track truth within my reaction,
It's a distraction from the earth,
Spending lives collecting worth,
Since birth we've been trained,
Financial gain is the name of the game,
And the same source feeding you,
Being carved,
Starved within your view,
Through every hour devouring time,
The crime goes unnoticed,
Climbing into bed for the day ahead,
With a head full of thought,
Taught to reach for gold,
We sold our power to the dollar,
As Earth hollers for help,
Scholars tell of a prophecy,
Sit silently repeatedly to see,
Selling their Ideas for money,
Can somebody tell me why,
Our poor planet has to die,
Because you're trying to buy a plot,
That's rotting beneath the feet,
Of a species who needs it to eat.
12 a.m I remove the mask
and take the night.
With open eyes and ears
I take in nights delight.
Second story high,
window shadow puppets stir.
With gestures of fists locked in a loving embrace
to the amateur.
Up above, the whirley-birds
shine their lights.
A perp to peep. A monster to catch.
A search now that’s taken flight.
Smells of diapers
and empty liquor bottles of cope.
Trash lined the streets
where one leaves their dreams and hope.
In the exchange corridor
transactions are being made.
The amount of ones happiness
dependent on the bens being paid.
A late bus appears, leaving one behind
to make her way
To several children left crying. Alone,
to fend through their day.
There’s a kinship to the night
and those who are in it
No judgement from shadows.
No confessions to submit
Just slip away as
dawn makes its way.
Begin the day,
along with its own fray.
A glass of vodka on the table,
A chocolate joint between the fingers,
A Tokarev in the bag,
The brain infused with adrenaline.
Misery, a nightmare,
Being poor, a curse,
Forced to drown in illicit transactions.
Survival: a necessity to exist,
Bound to poverty since the placenta.
Murder scenes as the only spectacle,
From the watchtower, the horizon is mortiferous.
Reality proclaims its sentence with a firm voice,
The cruelty of the street teaches raw lessons to worn-out heels.
Gagged souls count the dirty money that corrodes their future,
A pact of survival sealed between greasy fingers and clenched fists.
The heart hardens to feed a hungry mouth,
Prayer turns into calculation, cash becomes language.
Yellow smiles are sold, worn-out allegiances are bought,
Eyes assess, tongues negotiate the unforgivable.
A shiver of metal recalls the origin of the debts.
No respite, the market demands its tribute without mercy.
A verse carved inside lacerated fists,
Ultimate testament of a centuries-old ordeal.
From little Burke street; to Narramine. in Coonamble and
Kempsey I've spent some time, worked on Longreach
Station Barcaldine way, I know Rhee Chong Hyup... He was
My trainer.' The early days.' I've followed the Murray and the
Bidgiee too.' Now I'm too be found in London..Yet the dreaming holds true.' I still see apricot auras entwined with lava
Red' such smouldering sunsets, are still, in my mind' i took
My driving test just standing on a path.' That was in Young wow' some time has passed.? And now I see the devil is real.' I
Have met the Lord.' And the present is?? Well almost unreal.' Digital transactions with a hand held device photos
Taken.. And Crikey the vice.' The line between dimensions
Is i find now blurred.' And my country is bleeding under taskmasters so absurd.' I seek no fortune..I ask not for
Fame.' Yet the hour has drawn me and as for blame.' I am
As guilty as any.' And the mental fight now is so hard.'
Yet i am on my feet fellow Aussies.' Though most unworthy! if you will accept me? I am forever
Your bard.!
Love affair
Heart to heart transactions in the air
It was a large Banking Corporation Office Tower in New York City
Eyes met
Tony and Regina’s dating set
No With drawl
Tony and Regina worked as Temps for the same agency
Worked in different departments within Investment Management Group of Stocks and Bonds
There was definitely a love thing
However, it was noticeable and plenty of observation
A regular employee of the bank stated, “Tony and Regina have romance going on
It didn’t matter, love was love
I can assure you, Tony and Regina felt it was everything to think of
They even went to Bloomingdale’s 59 and they joked around
In fact, there was this long dinner table fit for a mansion, and Tony played like he was rich and having an elegant affair, and it was a sensation
Not only was Regina impressed, there was an audience that wasn’t expected
Applaud love and Regina behind it
Nonetheless, love story genuine
Suddenly love took a down turn
Not on Regina’s part as my temp assignment had come to an end that day
Regina was out sick
We were so busy dating, and never exchanged phone numbers
Heart struck
Love search
Paper Eating Animals
Paper eating animals sprinkle
garlic granules on
statement of
money transactions with
resulting balance of
zero.
Relax, seriously
Don’t waste your time in doing
Things in a hurry
If you’re being late
Because of heavy traffic
Think of those at your back
The best thing to do
When being late in filing
Is to act and pray
HAIKU MAXIMS FOR EVERYDAY TRANSACTIONS
To deal with someone
Don’t volunteer the problem
Let them ask for it
When you want to get
All the results in one time
Get the checklist once
If you want trouble
Create enemies, but if
Not, create friendships
gossip in the velvet declares my surrender
to strip club excess, where fantasies unfold
a g-string serenata that stains the linger
a slow-mo ride through motels of the bold
the DJ's drumbeat dares me to surrender
to tangled trysts and transactions unclear
a haze of haze, a burden to calamity
the echoes of excess, lingering near
i lose myself in slots of satin thigh
where flickering lights ignite an inner fire
a champagne toast to incense my disease
a random selection to drive me to the mire
inflatable unicorns and hydraulic rifts
dances of desire, offering cuts to strife
backroom tales and fresh neglect of reason
adult playground bunny, passions steal the scene
FAIR EXCHANGE
Truth for a truth, it’s fair exchange
Cashless transactions may seem strange
In the open air, and no booth
It’s fair exchange, truth for a truth
Not quite barter, even trading
In unknown waters you’re wading
Not taught in your Alma Mater
Even trading, not quite barter
Just swapping stuff, no currency
The practice is getting stronger
Parties think trust may be enough
No currency, just swapping stuff
No counterfeit when there’s no vice
Syllables never had a price
Even wordcount has none of it
When there’s no vice, no counterfeit
I still remember that day as if it were today
The day papers were served, the day I officially walked away
One may think that on that day I would have been sad
But contraire monsieur, on that day I was oh so glad
I was glad because I had returned to myself
I was becoming healthier, and I pulled the 'good book' off the shelf
Goodbye to artificial sugar and its trappings
So long to ice cream and incessant ginger snapping
Good riddance to confused coddling and co-dependency
Sickly love transactions with its debilitating jealousy
Adios to the glass bottle and all of its fake drunken confidence
I'm drinking alkaline water now, Great energy, I behold, with no more somnolence
To the lil' stinky ciggies and doobies... so long
My lungs are so grateful and now I can smell my cologne
Oooh! Let's not forget the good ol' frenemies
Just plotting, scheming, and snickering with very dark energies
So if you couldn't tell by now, I'm elated about my divorce
I rediscovered myself and I got married to 'Source.'
In the realm where love intertwines with gain,
Bouquets and brands, a capitalist's terrain.
Gucci labels and bags, symbols of might,
Love's currency measured in material delight.
Flowers exchanged for moments in time,
A transactional love, a capitalist paradigm.
Dubai's allure, a destination grand,
An investment in passion, a capitalist's hand.
In the marketplace of affections, a lucrative trade,
Intimacy priced, where transactions are made.
Love becomes a commodity, a lucrative blend,
A capitalist benefit, where desires transcend.
Yet, beneath the surface, a paradox unfurls,
For love isn't confined to material swirls.
In the balance of wealth and emotions, we see,
The complex dance of love and capitalism's decree.
South Africa's tale, a fusion of hearts and gain,
Where love's richness isn't solely in the material lane.
In this capitalist romance, let hearts find their say,
For true connection transcends the price we pay.
As information is sourced, we knowledge add.
Entertainment is accessed by each ipad.
The cost of research is by the net reduced,
whilst addiction to **** is by it induced.
Banking transactions are by it made easy,
so does the convenience of a shopping spree.
We conveniently send mails by speed of light,
and connect to old buddies beyond our sight.
Its flash of lightening promotes the breaking news,
so does its ill wind the fake ones for our views.
It mocks distance with commercial activities,
and lures perverts to their sexual proclivities.
It does our world flatten with mobile services,
its not by distance hindered for con men's vices,
neither will it the distant swindled protect.
It does the deeds of distant bullies perfect.
Transnational love has by it been produced,
when love birds electronically are introduced.
Global link that binds us all like a cobweb;
Old and young alike, each enslaved by the web.
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