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Painful truth

Some people use money to buy success

Others of us have to work for it,

It’s easy to buy your way to the top

But it’s much harder to earn it but you get more kudos,

It’s hard when you’re a writer trying to get a break

Then the rich and famous just get in the way,

Publishing biographies everyday

And getting book deals simply based on their names,

Being someone opens many doors

When in truth it opens none when you’re seen as nobody and poor,

Some earn their wealth and fame

But there are more that were born into privilege,

Now don’t get me wrong I am not sore

I just think it shows how money, class, fame and power,

Can guarantee so much so as the achieve your finest hour,

The only thing that being poor and broke guarantees

Is nothing will ever come to fucking easy,

Some people use money to buy success

Others of us have to work for it.

Can’t stand it

I just can’t stand it

When the law you get

Is based on your class,

Based on wealth and social standing

The law is not commanding,

When it turns a blind eye

To those who are rich and powerful,

But then used the make,

Those less fortunate suffer each day

And yet it doesn’t have to be this way,

If we demanded better from those we pay,

To ensure the law is applied

Equally in every single way.

Appreciate your life

Another struggle

Another day,

Waking up

What can I say,

More of the same

Yet that’s the way,

But my life is good

I cannot complain,

For others is harder

As they fight to survive,

To eat to live

Or they could die,

Others worry

They’ll disappear

In the night,

For others each day

Is one long fight,

So I appreciate this

And think of them,

And wish there’s more

I could be doing,

It shouldn’t have to be this way

I respect the fact,

They are so brave

And I wonder why,

Some societies

And governments

Are so so depraved,

That they allow

People to suffer.

No more lies and corruption

When will the lies end

When will the government show us respect,

I don’t think demanding the truth from them is too much to expect

In the UK, China, the US and it’s also the same in Russia,

They operate like despots thinking the people just don’t matter

Like we don’t see through their lies,

And like we don’t see their corruption

No, its evident for all with eyes to see,

But they’re the ones who are blind to this

And don’t see how it effects people adversely,

Leaving us to struggle desperately and this makes is all angry.

What makes me feel good

Joyfully and triumphantly

I embrace the miracle of life,

I do this sharing love and peace

Not anger, jealousy and spite,

I have sought to rise above these negativities of life,

And decided that I want a more positive kind of light

Shining through my soul like a beacon burning bright,

Filling my heart full of passion knowing this feels so right,

It puts an extra spring in my step when feeling this within me

And when I feel the depth inside of pure spirituality.

Hello my angel

Yes you with the feathery wings,

You didn’t think I’d see you

But you mean the world to me,

Hello my guardian angel

I see you there dressed in white,

Did you think I would not notice

You beautiful incandescent light,

Because as you watched and taken care over me

I’ve always continued to believe,

You try to bring out the best in me

And I know I haven’t made that task easy,

So hello my sweet angel

In you I feel and reciprocate the love,

I just want to show you my appreciation

And tell you that I am greatful for your caring touch.

Where the skeletons lay

People trafficking is a disease

And it seems afflict those who we can’t reach,

The rich and the powerful

Those in religion and in politics,

Those who are famous

All these people seem to desire it,

And while the few get caught

Like Epstein and Maxwell,

They know because they were taught

That it’s something you never talk of,

So the many get away with it

But isn’t it about time we stood against this,

And cleaned out their dirty cupboards

Where their skeletons lay,

And exposed their fucking deviances

And put on display in a hope it will not happen again.

What’s happening

What’s happening boss

Why are we so lost,

Why do people hate so much

It’s like they don’t give a fuck,

What’s happening my friend

When will this sickness end,

Why can’t we all start caring

It’s driving me around the bend,

What’s happening man

Why can’t people just understand,

That sharing love is a better plan

Let’s spread this message across the land,

What’s happening boss

Why has everyone become so cross,

Is it because our compassion is lost

Within the social media dross,

Where nobody ever now seems to give a toss.

Sad hearted people

Living sad hearted lives,

Unaware that their plight

Can be changed with their own,

Consciousness and might

All they need to do ,

Is be strong and believe

And there will be nothing,

That they cannot achieve

And this knowledge once understood,

Will lift their sad hearts

Into feeling into what it should,

Happy cheerful wonderous days

Where we will once again,

Learn how to frolic and to play.

Share the success

Always remember

When things come good,

To help those who deserve it

Around you,

Lift others up as you rise

Then I think,

You’ll be surprised

By how much more,

Satisfaction will abide

Within your heart,

And within your mind,

Success is better shared

I think you’ll find.

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