Corporate Slave

You think a man's worth is measured by what he owns, then tell me what comfort is money when you break your bones? It may buy you distractions to avoid the pain that you feel, but when life has ended, it's no longer real. Everything is impermanent, from the house that you live in to the clothes that you wear, at the end of the affair, it's only beauty that remains. Take life by the reins, renew your spirit and remember your purpose. Lust after things that better your life, as opposed to those that cause others strife. Money may buy you freedom from stress, and what you have mistaken for a mind full of peace. The latest technologies that are one of a kind, but a newer version will always be released. It forces you to keep up or get left behind, watching helplessly as your greed is increased. Beauty surrounds you, I see it in fleeting moments, dancing amidst the corners of your smile. It may take awhile for you to change, but anything would be better than this life of refunds and exchange. Open up your heart and smell the scent of success, view the world through new eyes, watch the sun's majestic rise. There is so much to do that does not cost you a cent, yet it fills your heart with hope, and contributes to your karmic ascent. Consumerism has corrupted the notion that you are as unique as fabric that colour has imbued; no two sheets will ever be the same except for when you participate in the materialist's game. I would much rather lead a noble life, than to put a price on finding a suitable wife. Would rather be destitute, yet happy living in the slums, than succumb to the notion that dollars are where happiness comes from. Materialism malnourishes mortals into a meagre state, and still you stubbornly claim that money can buy you a worthy soul mate. Dollars dully distance the dearly departed from their kin, as money matters mercilessly murder marriages. Although this thing called money makes your world go round, I would rather centre on ideas that are much more profound. I am a king in my own right, my riches are my knowledge, to which there is no end in sight. I will prosper knowing that I am simply alive and full of life. Bursting at the seams and brimming over with dreams, I do not need millions, in order to silence my own screams. Instead, I embrace a lifetime of stopping to smell the flowers. Powerful in my own way, my treasures lie in all that money does not devour. With the assistance of the karma that I have saved, I will reign triumphant, no longer corporately enslaved.

Solar

Your eyes are deep and reflective, as fiery as the majestic sun. My planets all prostrate towards you in orbit, yet I still feel as lonely as the number one. I ventured to the poles in search of a cure for my isolation. At night, I look to the sky, and I can only see your constellation. The stars align above the world and hint to me that you are the one. The beauty I feel as a result of you, will never be outdone. For some reason that I cannot explain, your name courses throughout my veins. It sends shivers up my spine, validating that your love is truly divine. Like a black hole, it devours me whole, refusing to give me a moment to catch my breath. If you were to fall under harm, I would sleep for two and forty hours, just like Juliet. Even if I was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, yours is a face I could never forget. All the charades I played at with others before you, were just a prelude to your kiss. I feel as enchanted as a fairy tale, as I embrace our never ending bliss. Like a song, you arrived and filled my world with colour. You painted with vibrancy on my canvas, like no other lover. Reds and blues danced ensnared by one another, creating a masterpiece only visible to those in love. Although imperfect by far, the beauty that we share could fill our very own Sistine Chapel, displayed proudly on the ceiling above. The crimson tears that have fallen will not return for a sequel, as finally, for the first time, you can view me as an equal. The competition between us has dried out, we should have been aware of its impermanence. Although there was resistance, persistence assisted in maintaining our existence. We were threatened by extinction for many months and days, until you reignited the fire within me and set my world ablaze. I was caught in your rapture so sublime, as I lost all sense of time. I committed lustful crimes, believing that our love was merely worth a dime. No longer foolish, I see through new eyes, born with wings, yet I crawled through life. My strife removed, cut away by your knife. I can now resume being filled by the eternal hunger that desires to consume me whole, no longer in control. I have received a death row pardon as your key has set me free on parole. Saved within my last few moments here on God's green earth, I praise you, and cherish you for showing me my worth. The grass was never greener on the other side, you were the fillet mignon that made my heart glow. I must confide, that with you at my side, I finally feel alive. I can no longer lead a life veiled by my own reclusive, self imposed exile. I have realized now, that I can not enter your Heaven unless I become like a child. The heat you emanate shelters me throughout the winter, your solar powered love has removed all hindrances and cleared my path. Caressed by your rays, as I bask within your heat, you shower my summer days with golden hues, making me feel like love's elite. Your sunshine is a blessing that fills my world with wonder, it warms my heart and keeps me safe; no longer frightened by life's thunder.

Precious

You abandoned me as I needed you most, like a terrible host, your presence was eerily similar to that of a ghost. I envisioned our future, so bright and crystal clear. I gave you all my fortune and time, as if my name were Lear. Instead you jeered, you could have been the Josephine to my Napoleon. You took the time to tell me that our love was too plebeian, that you were through with me. And my effort had gone unnoticed, it was to no avail. I felt as helpless as Jonah, buried alive in the stomach of a whale. You were once my triumph, the trophy I carried with pride. You took it all in stride, and denied me of love at every opportunity circumstance would provide. You once called me precious, as you took my hand into your own. Gone are the days when I welcomed the scent of your cologne, now reminiscent of rigor mortis in a corpse unknown. We were the talk of the town, once as brilliant as the sun setting in the west. I was the one that loved you best, yet you chose to turn the other cheek. I watched you walk away, as my heart instantly turned bleak. You soured my dreams as toxicity filled my sleep. I would wake up screaming from my reverie, praying for the Lord to reap my soul. I spent whole nights sobbing your name, tattooed the rules of your game into my arm, before I slipped and fell once more, disarmed again by your charm. Ring the alarm, say a prayer for my damned and helpless soul. Winter's icy torrents washed away my sanity, disparaging all that I had known to be good and true. I was a victim of your brainwashing, you fed me lies as you spread yourself too thin across the globe. I was purposefully naive, as I refused to acknowledge the stains upon your robe. Now I am free, no longer imprisoned by my self-imposed exile. I sit and think about our love, and realize it was not worthwhile. It was a farce from day number one, we should have turned back but now the damage is done. I will embark on a journey of my own accord, as your cries for help, will surely go ignored. With my confidence restored, I can dream once more. My goals will return, as you silently burn. I will ignite the flame that flickers until your dying day, licking at your body until the ugliness within is externally displayed. You were always my decay, but now the tables have turned, and the hunter has become the prey.