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Monies (By: Nonong)

Money money money
Wishing, hoping , praying
You always and every time
At reach, by my side,
Today, tomorrow and infinity
Options are everywhere
Like the sands at shore
Yet all are, seemingly are
Controlled, manipulated
By a single noun
Spelled your name.

Talkers
Listeners
Singers
Doers
Sleepers
Drinkers
Eaters
Part of the bottomless list
Some effortlessly, ungrateful
Your best friend
Some striving hard, grateful
To become your acquaintance

Was told by your loyal friends
If I need you
I could just call and seek
And now I'm calling and seeking
Please come and be my best friend
Don't you ever go away again
Cause the pain is unbearable

Please
Please
Please
Money.

Troubled Mind

Troubled it is called, when the mind starts and constantly unruly. Freedom from tyranny of troubled mind seems very far fetched for now. Though the logic mind once in a while tried to overpower, that it feels like series of courageous battle between Lucifer and angelic thoughts. Both are hungry for territories. The intensity correlates directly to the severity of the pain to suffer on. This intermitten pain is unbearable at most of the times.

How I wish I could literally disappear, 
slowly then forgotten. 

There are times I would rather dissapear, but sadly it's easy if I'm a cigarette that once burnt, smoked and I'll be gone forever, or a toothpaste once used I'll be out of sight of everyone, or perhaps the beautiful mists at the top of green lusty hills at dawn, that glimpse of sunrise shooed away it's existence slowly and forever, it won't be the same the next day and days to come because it will be different mists altogether. My God! this pain is excruciating. Trying to close my eyes for some sleep invites the battle to continue and intensify.

What else can I do?

At this hour, before this hour and the hours after this, I have my masks on, I had my masks on and I know i'm going to continue putting on my masks of being normal, untroubled mind.

Blessings (By: Nonong)

The feeling and thought
Seems comforting
Seems easing
Seems consoling
To the heart and mind

Though, there are times
The reasoning thought of it
Weighing values
Weighing purpose
Weighing reasons
That subsequently
Shedding light of gratitude
In yours truly heart and mind

Once in a while
The reasoning thought
Of its existence
Stood up as an arbitrator
In midst of intense battle
Between the positives and the negatives

What more I could ask for
Count my blessings
and
Be grateful