Magis Pecuniam

Balance rests within all things.
Power runs toward priests and kings.
Never working for their bread.
While their slaves are hardly fed.

Add much value to thy life,
Add much to thy core.
Use thy knowledge as a knife
And Add forever more.

Spare no time to be in pain.
All will heal in time.
Striving not for fame for
we are beautifully sublime.

Growing now in opulence.
More and more each day.
Knowledge begats affluence
As wealth now comes in waves..

Learn and learn
Create Create
Your life is your
To narrate.

Temere Cognitiones

Thou who lauds be truest,

While that who measures soul in wealth

Be most ignorantly foolish.

Thy who tends thine spirit be the wealthiest of all.

He who grows his power has the mightiest of falls.

The game of life is not a game that we may play for keeps.

For when the time for death comes round we forfeit what we’ve earned.

All that we may bring is who we knew and what we learned.

Or So I’ve come to see, thus I’ll be ready when it’s time.

I’ve nothing to hold onto, No I’m not afraid to die.

Not that I am rushing my return unto The All

But life’s a lonely bore and I won’t miss much when death calls.

ergo It seems of late the best of times

Are when I’m not awake.

So never waking up

Sounds rather pleasant certain days.

I don’t want to come off as selfish for the live I’s given.

But I can’t shake the feeling that this world is carceram, prison!

I guess it didn’t always, but I’m not one to complain.

A bene placito life has done me well I’d say.

A contrario an emptiness does sit and swell inside

Since you’ve taken leave a mari duque as mare I sigh.

I have become a wretchful mess ab imo pectore

I know it’s all my fault I’m not sure whats left to say.

I am sorry ab intra still Absit invidia

I hope that you fair better than I have as of late.

Ad absurdum I march to see the madness in my fate

Even though I’ve pained I know it’s I that has done wrong.

This Actus Reus burdened long

and hence There were no words within his song

But the truth is that I’ve grown so shy Ive lost my voice.

Ad interim I guess I’ll pass the days with text in hand.

Often times it feels like I no longer have a choice.

I may have lost my track of where this poem had been going.

And I’m a bit uneasy of the feelings I’d been showing.

But my scattered brain it needs release from time to time,

It won’t always make sense but at least it always rhymes.

We find our Pedem Litterae where I may say goodbye,

To all that I have written as I send it toward the sky.

Solum Mane

20 ticks past 8 He clocked,

and Slowly he began to walk.

Only for to sit back down,

Light a smoke to lift a frown,

Puff of darkened air expels,

Followed with a lengthy sigh.

Not the slightest bit compelled

This morning he had wondered why.

His phone did ring, the tone did sing

Yet he could not be bothered.

Half awake he gazes til

His mind begins to wander

Toward no destination

save for That of skies above.

Until he’d fallen back asleep

Even Though he’d slept enough.

Amicum Redire

Agony swirling between thy ears

Nearly bringing thou to tears.

That did cease when rest was sought,

Surprised was thine when waking brought

His eyes to meet and lock with hers

She who left so long before,

Now they all began to stir;

Every feeling we may afford.

Blessed we charged for to embrace.

Our souls did touch how sweet thy taste.

How bitter & sweet did reunite.

Even if just for a night.

Grateful just to view her face.

Typically not one to feel,

Yet this was a special case.

Off away my thoughts did peel,

Caught by paper not to waste.

So the show it still goes on.

On it goes, indeed it shows,

The path to that we call our home.

Where the heart did and does lie.

Lies our hearts tell you and I.

We try and try to outsmart ourselves,

So lay thy down besides the shelf.

There we’ll see what’s in his eyes.

The pain that grows in sweeping tides.

Cry you might but don’t feel bad.

This is all we’ve ever had.

Any else’s we may hold, must

Die before the quick and bold.

When everyone is but a thief,

Being dumbs the only crime.

What a beautiful relief,

To know that everybody lies.

Adfectus

Bite marks, and scratches.

Souls Quenched of desire.

Lighthearted patches,

Contrasting the fires.

Nervous and wired.

These Courteous Liars.

Tearing to pieces.

Each others attire.

Slaves to themselves.

Yet Grossly inspired.

Jumped from the shelves.

To the lives we acquired.

Feeling so good.

With leashes untied.

Shackles undone.

Back home we’ve arrived.

Beautiful and alive.

No longer deprived.

I’m glad that you came

More so that we tried.

Lucrum

Alluding toward vessels of great apprehension. 

 Mblack-and-white-dark-pattern-211816agnified opulence in spite of direction.

Casted about toward magnanimous corrolaries, 

Reeling back duple in velvet accession.

In pecuniary cappilaries flow efficiecy boundless. 

Reluctancy crumbled by ethical prowess. 

Amidst all desire rests unfeinged requisite,

Lastly our kind and sagacious be credited. 

Imbuing that parched with anti-Expedience,

To propogate sanguine pragmatic disobedience. 

No notions stood foreign of sweetness beheld, 

Abhorring of avarice environs propelled. 

We ought to endow our altruists well. 

Lest our sewn seeds sprout mercilus hell.

Best to devour what seek of disdain.

Rest through the hours desiring deign

Next we’ll be raiding the reigns in the rain.

Rhetorical overflows aimed at their brains.

Authority gasp at the sight of thy frame. 

Yet smitten, impressed with ye antics portrayed. 

We script and we dress up our words in the name 

Of misfitted genius that conquer thy game. 

Merely for tweaking all eases of play.

Want not reward, recognition nor fame. 

Seeketh the means for our passions maintained.

Lead us to that which we strive toward most. 

If directed to fortunes, we charitous hosts.

Though actions and judgements have milestones yet.

Intentions gagued pure by most pious of men. 

Why ridicule poets to manual toil?

Allow us to thrive by our laborous spoils!

Incentive toward living breeds that to create. 

Enriching creations may invigorate. 

Inspiration instilled by O minds of the greats.

Rekindling hope for the saddest of saints. 

Finally drawn are conclusions once sought,

Gracefully waiting till  prayers be caught.

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Incrementum

Harmonistic

non-intentions.

Holding shares

in eight dimensions.

seeds be sewn

beneath thy sentence,

Cultivate words

To yield conventions.

When the sprouts

go grow and bloom

Well harvest masses

Of attention so soon.

How Rapidly far

Well spread these roots

To drink the liquid

Through knowledge tubes

bled From books

we’ve loved and read

And every doctrine

hath transcend

Hearkened lines

of remnant blends.

Beckon thine

into my head.

Catching thoughts

like outbound trains

Mechanical beauty

knowledge for freight

Sacrifice fame

invest for thy brain.

Lest we bow down

play role of the slave.

Piss on the laws

we care not to break

Let anarchists bend

Till they form a new shape.

Prefacing risks

lie in wait for the take,

Please carve us a path

to most fruitful of days

For chaos in truth

Is ye fruits bore of fate

May Pattern and irony

Be locks of the gate

Thus keys it requires

We’re hid for defense.

Passage be granted

for kind and the wise

Though of its location

I cannot provide

The trailhead to follow

begins in the mind

From there it will take you

On journeys to yonder

To Speak we will not.

But Surely we’ll ponder

And ponder we ought

For ages we wander

With nothing but thought

And as a condor

We may fly

Yet unlike you

Way may not die

For when our bodies

Waste away

Our soul will not

Our spirits stay

So do not fear

Thy natural death

And keep these words

Beneath thy breath

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