Why don’t you ever tell me, what’s on your mind? I don’t mind hearing, about what you’re thinking of. You might be afraid, to let me peer into your heart, Because I might see some stuff, that you’re not proud … Continue reading Thought life
Torn jeans, torn jeans, What should I do? Sew’em, patch’em, Replace’em, with new. Commentary: When a rich man chooses to wear torn jeans because he thinks, he’s making a fashion statement, he’s mocking the poor man who must wear torn … Continue reading Ugly Pants
Don’t ask me to contribute to the United Way, We’re not united at all in this, Because I give way more than you do. Don’t ask me to do my fair share, Because my share is many times more than … Continue reading I Already Gave At The Office
When you need relief,When you’re desperate for a cure–You’ll believe the spokesman,Who tells you: “Don’t give up on hope”;For that’s the only message,You really wanted to hear. Because you desire a miracle,And if not,You’d have to settle,For something or anything … Continue reading Faith Healer
Money can’t buy you love, But you can buy more time. Beware because sometimes, Fun time morphs into a hell of a time; Especially when you’ve run out of money, And can’t buy your way back home, To freedom. Spanish … Continue reading Indebted
If I don’t have love,I’m bankrupt!And if I’m poor,What can I give? Opinion: When you love somebody, you receive joy by giving tangible gifts to your loved one. The only way to make human interactions is through fiscal transactions. However, … Continue reading What Is Love
I wish I wasn’t a Poet–
All the pain in the world,
I wouldn’t know it. Continue reading Heavy Work
“I worked hard on that But you don’t really care You wouldn’t even look If I didn’t ask you to Why do I have to ask? Seems I’m wasting my time Maybe I should just quit I’m not doing it … Continue reading Why Do I Have To Ask?
Love is a broad, broad word. I was caught up in the moment! I didn’t really mean to hurt anyone? And besides, now you know, That it wasn’t going to work out. This follows me around, And there’s nothing, I … Continue reading Feigning Love
My reality is someone else’s ‘fantasy’, And somebody else’s truth, Is merely a ‘prejudice’. My stories sometimes are happy, But other times–melancholy, And I feel guilty, because I thought of it. But I don’t sing sad songs, I tell cautionary … Continue reading Parallel Equivalencies
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