Moments

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So, the last time we danced,

We prayed for the shadows to veil our fate.

Lost between the binder's of fairies & cupid dices

Deemed the soulmate venality.

Where we were once one,

Thrown at the feet of time

Never shy to declare what was,

But wasn't for the moment.

Tied to the rubric chances

Burnt as a remission offering

At the ego alter.

Denying the truth that held the air.

We were meant to be,

Nested in the sunset warmth,

Cuddled in dawning cold.

Sung, somewhere in forever binders.

Strangely perused by strangers perish.

What Will We Give for Tomorrow?

Photo by Anna Shvets

Rabbit Choices

We stand at the jaws of life
Ransacking on time,
which was robbed from us
seeking wisdom from empty shells
that were supposed to store treasure
logging grievances to the sky
while tucking our hands under our buttocks.

Knees scrapping at the alter of prophet's
Pleading for a profit
Out of our sweatless hands
Called to labor in thoughts
Inheriting dreams costing
that never grace reality.

However, if it does
We spend time bulling the ocean
Trying to swallow the missed past
At the hands of swollen feet
forgetting the looping wand
history tends to have upon events
Lingo coded as prosperity poverty.

Shackled to own mishaps
we curse the ground for pain
instead of taking a pen
& perusing the past for a lesson
To unlearn & learn barter trade
For us to trade poverty for prosperity.
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Where we from...

Please can you spare some change for me to hold as an inheritance? Born into begging games, most of us find ours at the bottom of the bottle; never taught of money and savings as it is mostly deemed to be the root of all evil. However, growing up in poverty is never fun as everything you will get is always a struggle, meanwhile dancing paycheck to paycheck feels surreal. You are bound to do something drastic to your situation leading to regrets.

At this bottom, where we find ourselves we always seek to build an illusion of what we've managed to build for ourselves which usually leads us down a slippery road when we make it. Due to inadequate financial understanding, we tend to spend more than we should justifying our recklessness as a just cause.

This has been the story of days when we find ourselves investing more in liabilities over assets. I have personally seen it with my eyes, where someone starts to make money and their first school of thought is to buy flashy cars to show that they have made it. Yet, when the cost of maintaining them piles they begin to lose what was to be their kid's inheritance.

Some of us are so spoiled that we don't realize that our mission should be to work for the next generation. Because of this when we inherit something from our parents, we will mismanage it to the level that we go 10 steps backward instead of going forward. Thereby we leave no spare change, as a legacy for the next generation to inherit. 

Redress to Freedom.
It is high time our schools start teaching financial literacy to attain true freedom. Even parents should also start to learn about it so that they can educate their kids. This helps us to ensure we build a legacy for the next generation that is financially aware.

Picasso Code

Picture by Alteredsnap from Pexel

Pardon my rudeness as I interject with my perspective

Bombarded with thoughts that were meant to inspire a shift

Now a distant memory of what was once ideal

Contemplating the world of ones and zeros

Striving for perfection in mind and body

elusive of our true selves.

Not long ago, we used to paint skies and oceans

out of the raw desire

Now we impose our desires on screens

Painting a picture that falls short of representing us

Lacking empathy, lacking authenticity

And yet we call it our reality.

Born in the era of progress 

Trepidatious at the concept of a perfect rebel

we lead our spirits to an inevitable demise

Polishing reality to a faultless finish

failing to capture our essence

lost in the lens of reality.

Entangled in algorithms to capture our hearts

Engrossed in the traditions of the past

displayed on the canvases of our minds

Eroded by complacency, creating a culture of dependence

Yearning to be the pioneers of yesteryears in the present

Now recognized as a noble pursuit.

I long to resurrect our true selves

To experience the rawness of genuine emotion

Each imperfect moment striving for perfection

Before attempting to revive the obsolete to script this era.

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Despite my admiration of how easily AI has enabled creativity to emerge. I also fear that we have lost the touch of capturing our imperfections that used to make creativity a worthwhile endeavor of self-expression.