Heat of the drums at 4.am (teachings).
« Gold,
Always believe
In your soul « .
Four
In the morning,
It’s the heat
Of the drums.
I see horses
In the sky,
Constellations
Bright
Back a while
From the world’s
Madness.
There has been
A few confruntations
As they hold
Gold,
Name money,
In such fear
And dear
Esteem,
Something
I never understood,
It’s like a poison
Taking hold
Of the heart.
As I consider
It in such horror,
As every penny
Counts
To get to people
Go to places
See, hum,
And talk,
I think
I’m better off
With a few of it,
Not to say
Totally
Without it,
Doesn’t suit
My temper.
Ain’t mad though,
I just want the power
To come from my soul,
Like a sun rising
Everytime there’s
Music and free food,
The world should be free,
What feeds the soul
Better than a common
Good , smiles, cheers,
And sympathy
At every corner?
You see,
Money
Sours
The heart,
We don’t
Talk,
We don’t
Touch.
It’s fake
Power
Is infecting
My mind
Set for eternity,
There’s a misconnection,
Disturbed waves
Like being a hybrid.
To have more wants…..
No, I definitely
Don’t buy it.
Believe it or not,
I used to live
Without it,
Solely counting
On solidarity.
This is how it works:
I bring what they don’t
Have, and that has no
Price, such as energy,
Good health, joy,
Songs, delight,
Jokes, so moving
That it’s irresistible.
In return they give
Me what I don’t
Have.
Mostly food,
Drinks, cigarettes.
And the song goes
On,
As I sing, dance,
Talk, laugh, inspire,…
In the end,
Everyone’s happy,
Except for the
Insensitive
And the forever
Grim….
But definitely,
I don’t buy it,
This fake
And tormenting
Power
That never lasts
And crumbles
In the light
Of eternity….
There’s
A free fountain
Of wisdom
At the end of the road..
If you’re nothing
Without money,
You don’t deserve
To be, to live,
As it comes
And goes
Like a moody
Mistress ,
Leaving
You each time
In distress….
Hugs and kisses.
Love.
K.B.
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Abhorring the cash in its quest of fake power.
