Eternity's Wealth
Time is Money....?
Who's seen a moment bent to fame
The arrow picked among as fruits
And partnered with the bow, an ease
Enduring solitude of dreams,
Or even loneliness itself—
But either way a beauty earned?
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The things recurring come well-earned,
Inciting lads to fight for fame
Carnality wrapped in itself.
They come as gifts, just as the fruits
Of eminence that brews from dreams,
The charm of tea, the steam at ease.
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How strange to come about this ease;
Reflecting through the freedom earned
One sees a world of drifting dreams,
The sinking edifice of fame
Returning to its roots from fruits,
Renewal through a death itself.
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A tree shall then renew itself—
The flesh just all the same, at ease,
The toil of coitus birthing fruits
Who learn much later wisdom earned…
Who's seen such moments bent to fame
Enduring solitude of dreams?
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Or do they plead for life those dreams?
No oddity the eye itself
Has witnessed growth to prickly fame,
Where feigned success a form of ease
Which isn’t ease, the terrors earned
With wisdom burned, the fall of fruits.
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But not all toxic mars the fruits;
The ground competes with daring dreams
Not losing sight of what comes earned
Along the way, while change itself
Brings clout to mind—but at what ease?
Fire, folk, fury, fissure, fame!
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Oh, fame that comes of age in fruits;
No ease in launching off those dreams
Where time itself memento earned.
About the Creator
Christian Lee
My nom de plume is Lee Arachnid; think: spider-poet. Here you will find non-fiction and poetry. I interweave elements of nature and my personal experience into uniquely crafted stories. I love idleness, Felidae, literature, and soundscapes.
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