Morbid musings fill
In hopes of a hard earned desire.
In grey and gore,
Their hearts fill fire.
Wanting more,
But needing less.
Tugging harder
On our greedier harness.
Even the most loyal and faithful,
Most trusted and old,
Sway amidst the enigma
Of silver and gold.
Lurking like a pauper
And living like a king.
Blinking their eyes
On the atrocious bling.
Of harlots and beggars,
No stories are told.
But only of those
Who live in silver and gold.
~:ZG:~
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Yin and Yang
Poetry"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." ― Leonardo da Vinci "Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the...
