As money goes..

If you don’t have it, say goodbye 

to the soles of your shoes.

Misfortune haunts every step 

like piranhas in the concrete.

Merciless, unsympathetic eyes abound.

There are no friendly bets for beggars.

The devil always has his guns.

 

A man’s best friend in the palm 

of his hand, will leave him quick 

like a cheating lover.

Over and over, we covet.

It's always a trash can for the broke man.

 

Money has me swimming in a wishing well,

drowning in the water, counting my luck.

 

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The Beatles play Heaven.

“Money Can’t Buy Me Love”

Post traumatic council for the misled.

On God’s couch, Jesus pours the coffee.

“Time to atone for your sins, child.

Who told you money makes the world go round?"

Um, well, Mr. Jesus sir, the Church.

"Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth."

Yeah, I read that.

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Eyes closed.

Notice the cool, clear water whispering 

its confidence into submerged ears

and the weightlessness underneath 

that comforts then stokes 

the wealth of loneliness 

inside this familial vessel

filled with familial hopes.

It would be easier to let go, 

relax and turn loose 

what little resilience is left 

in this heavy spirit of mine.

What good is hope 

when it doesn't bake bread? 

He said, if I love him,

I shall not want.

And then the realization:

I don’t believe in God.

God is money.

Money is god.

And I am drowning. 

Eyes open.

New arms pull in unison.

New legs drive me upward.

New lungs taste glorious air 

and for the first time in a long time,

I am new.

My life will be what I make it. 

God is born in each breath.

Author's Note

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[Meliss@k]

Looks like not many people have said much about his piece... I liked it but was a bit confuses with/unsure of how the poem ended with "God is money".
You seem like a brilliant writer and I've only read a handful of your poems tonight so maybe this poem is just out of my writing "level" and that's why I didn't quite understand the ending. I loved the concept of the beginning/middle of the poem though. I like how it was staying with the subject of our world becoming consumed with money and that in the end money is the one thing that matters least (drinking coffee with Jesus as he says, "who told you money makes the world go round?"). I actually really enjoyed this piece, but would you mind explaining to me what you meant by "God is money"? Did you mean to express that God is the created of everyone and everything and is the most high, higher than money? If so, then I understand the ending now! Lol

[Meliss@k]

Sorry about all of the misspellings, my phone has been acting up lately.