Sunday, November 22, 2015

Where my being has bled

I bleed, I do
Even if my own motives
You find to be bent
People have motives that are found
Not in entertainment or paying rent
A person is moved where they bleed
Don't measure my soul
On earnings or money spent
Life has pain and greed
They swirl and toss us about
In our lives debt compile
The world leads wherever we go
Without any doubt
I need money due to the world
There it is, the divide in total
Money is no reason worth dying for
But Love
I need love for every reason
That makes me whole
It is worth
My life
My body
Bone, blood and soul

“I would rather have eyes that cannot see; ears that cannot hear; 
lips that cannot speak, than a heart that cannot love”  
Robert Tizon