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The race to the top of silver rain mountain,
it's on the way down to the rivers of riches,
headed out west on golden threaded miles,
through the trees of greeds green ghosts,
in valleys of gilded breaths and golden hushes,
merchants, muses blow on as paper winds,
stay a while on beggars promises,
all to collect their coin of dreams.
greed is a hollow journey. pursuit of love, kindness, gratefulness, community, equality, fairness and peace i.e. things with depth will forever hold more value. greed can be found, of course, in all of these. Be grateful for what you have when you have it, even when you're struggling to make ends meet, especially then.
Those
Who have
the most to say

Usually
say the least
A good sleep
is a prayer
answered
a lone vagabond
adventuring through battlefield
on a crimson-lit night
                                     -Asher Graves
Never tried haiku so here goes nothing!
what is our purpose, if not to help,
why do we say these things, when they're not felt,
so focused on our next big break,
we've forgotten everyone it takes.

not meant to sit alone, meant to stand & test,
for those who refuse, for those who can't,
our helping hands only help so much,
set up against social norms & Picassos,
left to bludgeon, burgeon & bargain,
still only to be second best,
what Einstein life is this,
not one we lose to win.
A call to remember our shared humanity. A purposeful life should lift all, not just the few.
she softly walks
watching people as they pass her by
she stops at red lights and stop signs
pauses through yellow
along the way she listens to Lana
who sings to her in a sweet way
she's got messy hair and a messy room
a big heart on her face
she loves with a love no one gets
but still loves nonetheless
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