Back when greed took hold of my soul,
And everything left within me--now a pitch black hole. A royal purple aura still rested upon me And money to burn, still in my possession, Creating an instant plea from derelict men. A hidden treasure behind my skin, Locked up with secrets only I beared; My golden fingers, the only key. While sprawled in my throne, my head held high, Drowning in insecurities as they all strolled by. A destructive deal, I accepted, One which my bleak future behold. Having no idea of the bargain I turned around, my head still held high Expecting no less Than a swell in fortunes. Unforeseen came the day, In matter of seconds the epiphany was to find me, Find me and release my reality. My reality, my truth, my salvation. That deal, the one I witlessly accepted, turned out to be The thief of all I had left, and the giver of all I once lost. Luxury now turned into necessity, Desire became need. I couldn't pertain my greed anymore. I had become a derelict man, A man who once begged for my help. An elder figure approached, A mixture of sweat engulfed him like a cloud. Wore a purple aura resembling mine. The one I once had-- but his was different. Ragged, shattered, yet still brighter than mine ever was. Huffing, while closing the distance between us, he stopped. I found myself listening to him rattle on About his adventures His aspirations About life itself, All, from the vantage point of the old. I couldn't digest how that raspy voice conveyed such, such… Such happiness. I could see the light in his darkness He was a seed in a dessert Full of talents but no rain. Remember the epiphany? That was coming to find me? It arrived-- in form of the empty handed. The one with no money, Was rich, richer than I ever was. While I, a human with no humanity Having all the money in the world, was poor. Clink! a quarter fell in my cup, I picked it up and shivering like a candle light dances, Placing it lightly on the man's hand. No words needed, I could see his hazel eyes sparkling Showing his gratefulness Not knowing he gave me much more than I could ever return He gave me that realization, The one to save my soul.
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3/13/2016 10:28:48 am
Cris, you write a nice poem about a king who had to loose it all in order to realize money does not bring happiness. The meaning behind the lyrics is quite powerful. I really liked how you used a king to communicate your message. I love this line by the way: “The thief of all I had left, and the giver of all I once lost.”
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