wealth of material is a killshot.
it is a bulimic cannibalism that distorts humanity.
true wealth, is love, the beauty that guides the natural harmony of our existence.
it is like fine wine.
and now we must drink what weve poured.
It was a veritable wealth of information. All the information she could ever want, in fact. The only problem was, she couldn’t read it. It was written there in English, plain as day, but the words made no sense. It was like she was viewing them through an ocean. Her glasses were fine – that wasn’t the problem. It was as if the words had their own distortion field
He was surrounded by rooms of gold, gold, gold. More gold than any could ever imagine. At first he was stunned by its shimmering beauty, but when greed tugged at his heart, his hands reached for the nearest token. When his finger touched it, the mounds of wealth shriveled into dust.
she never knew that people could have that much. the wealth that they exhibited was astounding. Why on earth do they need four cars? no one even had a license. she loves her littl, worn world.
In the begining there were the wealthy and the not so wealthy. The Notsos, as they were called, were a very diverse socio-group, compared to the Wealthy, or the Haves.
The Haves were divided into two groups. The Barrons and the Ins. The Barrons were a dark and craft bunch seducing some of the Notsos into thinking they were their friends. Seducing them like a vampire holds a willing victim near death and drains their blood leaving them barely enough to survive yet believing they have the same power and protection of their vampiric masters. This is how the Barrons survive.
The Ins, on the other hand, were like mesmerizing faeries. They would seduce, entertain, thrill, delight and flaunt their very wealth. And some of the Notsos ate up the decadence. They absorbed the fantasy. If only they could get close enough to touch it, but never have it, because it’s actually a fantasy, right?
But times changed and turbulence brewed among the Notsos. They split amongst themselves. Idiological, half awake, yet asleep. For the Barrons and Ins did battle; control of the whole flock.
A GLOWINg richness, streaming copper and silver falling into hands of the rich. i can’t believe he looks so tan, the gold simply makes him glow. god loves the rich people of the world
Peter pounded his fists into the wall. It didn’t matter how much wealth he had accumulated. Lisa would never marry him. His mind couldn’t understand the concept of someone not wanting to marry him for his money.
Wealth is in the eye of the beholder. Wealth can be a relationship with God, a healthy family or the amount of money you have in the bank. Don’t confuse wealth for riches.
wealth is the root of all evil in my eyes it is the reason for the middle class and poor, it leads to greed jealousy and avarice they poorly found society and give a shallow reason for people to kill.
An immaculate piece of life that’s often confused with others that tend to occupy priorities and life in general. The description calculates the utilities and the needs from an angle necessary and needful.
In those days wealth was not always money. With the folk all around you dyin’ and such, you was lucky to have any money to yah name at all. Nope, wealth was another word that rhymes with it: Health.
Those of us that didn’t fall ill and pass on to the black disease, well, we was the wealthy ones indeed.
Like the green that coats my backyard, the dirt is worn and there ain’t much topsoil: still, I got love in my heart, with the woman I love. And the fun ain’t over. I’m not 6 feet under!
she bought ten thousand pairs of tattered hearts and began to mend them with her golden thread of woven dreams. she worked for years, trying to fix the fear of flying in their being. she wanted them to all lose their inhibitions in a single swoop of her sorry hands.
i saw the next page and even then i hadn’t the will or time to prepare myself for what i was about to type. wealth. what is wealth. wealth. rhymes with health. if i could invent a word, i’d say ‘dealth’. like ‘dealt’ and ‘death’. perhaps the name of a kingdom ruled by a Sauron-esque enemy who kills people with the glare of his eyes. maybe one day a hero will come and claim
She wrote with pen, on her delicate wrists. And I snickered and I said “Ink poisoning.” and she shrugged her shoulders, showed me my name and said “I’ll let this sink in.”
And I folded my own hands and looked at my empty skin and sighed.
What is wealth? How is it measured? Is it just about money? Monetary wealth is an easy one to track. That’s something you either have a lot of, or don’t. But what about other types of wealth? People who are rich spiritually or have many friends. Is that also wealth? A different type of wealth, but still wealth, right?
what is it? what is this pile of so called riches, this shiny and splendrous encouragement of rampant violence across the globe. What disruption! what is this word that dictates the fate of the human race, and all other races tied to us. what is this foul language on the tip of your toungue that you use to justify your criminal acts against mankind? Wealth? That’s what you speak of?
Rich. Abundance. Abundance of wealth is written so copiously. The phrase du jour or perhaps not anymore in these difficult times. And so “wealth” will take on a new meaning. Finally the economic turndown will give us a truth.
I’m sick of writing about wealth. Why doesn’t oneword give me any other subjects to write about? I have already made my opinions on this subject abundantly clear to anyone who may be interested. Why not ask me to write for a minute on legs, or music, or starlings, or Pret A Manger sandwiches?
Wealth is something that should be earned, not merely accumulated. Wealth is something that should be earned by merit and effort and ability, not inherited or gained by exploitation. Wealth can be a terrible thing. Wealth can also be enabling.
Wealth is something we all strive for. Although, for most of us it is unattainable that still doesn’t stop us from trying. Many people make it their life long conquest to acheive wealth and prosperity.
How do you know if you’re truly wealthy? Can it be measured by how many cars you own or how big is your house? Or can it be measured by how many friends you have or how much the people that matter love you? It doesn’t really matter how wealthy you are. Even if you are the richest man on earth, it wouldn’t be worth it if you are unhappy.
in term some resent but in gratitude a length stretching the almighty tensing your self awareness against owned goods credit ridden thoughts of simple human need versus desire the simple truth of worth and neccessity bringing along the days of inherited hope sitting in a jar of sand moving away value is a new word they paste it stick it and most of all employ it to graze on the pastures that is our wallet come oh day of tax returns to grace the man with our feeding our earnings which wont allow our accumulations so they may be on your pastures and not our own.
there was a wealth of odds and ends layed out in the upstairs hallway. Boxes, dishes, furniture and appliances were piled all over the place in some strange arrangement.
lots of it in every sense of the mind. my face is wealthy and yours divine. sometime in sleep you can find it peeking through the curtains in your darkened mind. not everyone sees its light whether material or meta physical. i love you thats what it is. its wealth , it is in love and peace and well being
wealth is how people get greedy. Money courrpts and Rich people are messed-up and can be completely self-centered. Sometimes that does not happen and rich people give money to the poor but not very often
What is wished for, and once it’s attained, is wasted on frivolities until the point at which it is wished for again. A pointless cycle, the attainment of wealth. I’d rather try and enjoy the time.
“You are worth more than all the gold in the world to me, I would give up being the wealthiest man on earth for you.” He looked at her with all the hope and love a man could give.
Her heart sank. Shit. Somehow, unintensionally, she had found away to make the one true friend she had turn into a love sick fool.
She didnt know how, but she always found a way to alienate the ones that matter so much to her.
She knew what would happen next. She would say Im sorry I dont feel the same. And then things will never be the same. They will talk occasionally, but never without the elephant that will always be standing between them. Shit she thought, I am so sorry.
wealth of material is a killshot.
it is a bulimic cannibalism that distorts humanity.
true wealth, is love, the beauty that guides the natural harmony of our existence.
it is like fine wine.
and now we must drink what weve poured.
all the wealth in the world cannot buy this girl’s happiness though it’d be a fun ride
Wealth? Who needs material wealth? Give me spiritual wealth. I think of my friends in Africa as the wealthiest people in the world.
It was a veritable wealth of information. All the information she could ever want, in fact. The only problem was, she couldn’t read it. It was written there in English, plain as day, but the words made no sense. It was like she was viewing them through an ocean. Her glasses were fine – that wasn’t the problem. It was as if the words had their own distortion field
He was surrounded by rooms of gold, gold, gold. More gold than any could ever imagine. At first he was stunned by its shimmering beauty, but when greed tugged at his heart, his hands reached for the nearest token. When his finger touched it, the mounds of wealth shriveled into dust.
she never knew that people could have that much. the wealth that they exhibited was astounding. Why on earth do they need four cars? no one even had a license. she loves her littl, worn world.
Wealth, so good , so dangerous.
Everybody secretly wants it, so rich, so comfortable. Working hard to get it? No one likes that part…
In the begining there were the wealthy and the not so wealthy. The Notsos, as they were called, were a very diverse socio-group, compared to the Wealthy, or the Haves.
The Haves were divided into two groups. The Barrons and the Ins. The Barrons were a dark and craft bunch seducing some of the Notsos into thinking they were their friends. Seducing them like a vampire holds a willing victim near death and drains their blood leaving them barely enough to survive yet believing they have the same power and protection of their vampiric masters. This is how the Barrons survive.
The Ins, on the other hand, were like mesmerizing faeries. They would seduce, entertain, thrill, delight and flaunt their very wealth. And some of the Notsos ate up the decadence. They absorbed the fantasy. If only they could get close enough to touch it, but never have it, because it’s actually a fantasy, right?
But times changed and turbulence brewed among the Notsos. They split amongst themselves. Idiological, half awake, yet asleep. For the Barrons and Ins did battle; control of the whole flock.
is sometimes the best thing to say
A GLOWINg richness, streaming copper and silver falling into hands of the rich. i can’t believe he looks so tan, the gold simply makes him glow. god loves the rich people of the world
Peter pounded his fists into the wall. It didn’t matter how much wealth he had accumulated. Lisa would never marry him. His mind couldn’t understand the concept of someone not wanting to marry him for his money.
wealth is bad without good sense.
well,
Another
Evening
Looking
Through
Him
Just staring
thinking
wonering
hoping he will see me
for what i am
and not what he thinks i am.
Wealth is in the eye of the beholder. Wealth can be a relationship with God, a healthy family or the amount of money you have in the bank. Don’t confuse wealth for riches.
wealth is the root of all evil in my eyes it is the reason for the middle class and poor, it leads to greed jealousy and avarice they poorly found society and give a shallow reason for people to kill.
Coins and notes and little assorted things stacked up onto each other, in a little rubble. Alas, they are soon forgotten, these tiny things.
don’t want it
An immaculate piece of life that’s often confused with others that tend to occupy priorities and life in general. The description calculates the utilities and the needs from an angle necessary and needful.
In those days wealth was not always money. With the folk all around you dyin’ and such, you was lucky to have any money to yah name at all. Nope, wealth was another word that rhymes with it: Health.
Those of us that didn’t fall ill and pass on to the black disease, well, we was the wealthy ones indeed.
Like the green that coats my backyard, the dirt is worn and there ain’t much topsoil: still, I got love in my heart, with the woman I love. And the fun ain’t over. I’m not 6 feet under!
she bought ten thousand pairs of tattered hearts and began to mend them with her golden thread of woven dreams. she worked for years, trying to fix the fear of flying in their being. she wanted them to all lose their inhibitions in a single swoop of her sorry hands.
i saw the next page and even then i hadn’t the will or time to prepare myself for what i was about to type. wealth. what is wealth. wealth. rhymes with health. if i could invent a word, i’d say ‘dealth’. like ‘dealt’ and ‘death’. perhaps the name of a kingdom ruled by a Sauron-esque enemy who kills people with the glare of his eyes. maybe one day a hero will come and claim
Rich people. Something I want to have. It is being happy and buying things.
She wrote with pen, on her delicate wrists. And I snickered and I said “Ink poisoning.” and she shrugged her shoulders, showed me my name and said “I’ll let this sink in.”
And I folded my own hands and looked at my empty skin and sighed.
What is wealth? How is it measured? Is it just about money? Monetary wealth is an easy one to track. That’s something you either have a lot of, or don’t. But what about other types of wealth? People who are rich spiritually or have many friends. Is that also wealth? A different type of wealth, but still wealth, right?
what is it? what is this pile of so called riches, this shiny and splendrous encouragement of rampant violence across the globe. What disruption! what is this word that dictates the fate of the human race, and all other races tied to us. what is this foul language on the tip of your toungue that you use to justify your criminal acts against mankind? Wealth? That’s what you speak of?
Rich. Abundance. Abundance of wealth is written so copiously. The phrase du jour or perhaps not anymore in these difficult times. And so “wealth” will take on a new meaning. Finally the economic turndown will give us a truth.
I’m sick of writing about wealth. Why doesn’t oneword give me any other subjects to write about? I have already made my opinions on this subject abundantly clear to anyone who may be interested. Why not ask me to write for a minute on legs, or music, or starlings, or Pret A Manger sandwiches?
Wealth is something that should be earned, not merely accumulated. Wealth is something that should be earned by merit and effort and ability, not inherited or gained by exploitation. Wealth can be a terrible thing. Wealth can also be enabling.
All that we think we crave’ all that we think we need.
We can do much better than that…
Wealth is something we all strive for. Although, for most of us it is unattainable that still doesn’t stop us from trying. Many people make it their life long conquest to acheive wealth and prosperity.
How do you know if you’re truly wealthy? Can it be measured by how many cars you own or how big is your house? Or can it be measured by how many friends you have or how much the people that matter love you? It doesn’t really matter how wealthy you are. Even if you are the richest man on earth, it wouldn’t be worth it if you are unhappy.
in term some resent but in gratitude a length stretching the almighty tensing your self awareness against owned goods credit ridden thoughts of simple human need versus desire the simple truth of worth and neccessity bringing along the days of inherited hope sitting in a jar of sand moving away value is a new word they paste it stick it and most of all employ it to graze on the pastures that is our wallet come oh day of tax returns to grace the man with our feeding our earnings which wont allow our accumulations so they may be on your pastures and not our own.
there was a wealth of odds and ends layed out in the upstairs hallway. Boxes, dishes, furniture and appliances were piled all over the place in some strange arrangement.
lots of it in every sense of the mind. my face is wealthy and yours divine. sometime in sleep you can find it peeking through the curtains in your darkened mind. not everyone sees its light whether material or meta physical. i love you thats what it is. its wealth , it is in love and peace and well being
we all want to be wealthy. the key to wealth is money and money is the root of all evil . therefore we all actually want to be evil.
rich, chicks, sex, power, fuck, bored, sleep, screw this, bullshit, what else will they think of, need more sex, maybe a threesome next time, hungry,
wealth is how people get greedy. Money courrpts and Rich people are messed-up and can be completely self-centered. Sometimes that does not happen and rich people give money to the poor but not very often
What is wished for, and once it’s attained, is wasted on frivolities until the point at which it is wished for again. A pointless cycle, the attainment of wealth. I’d rather try and enjoy the time.
“You are worth more than all the gold in the world to me, I would give up being the wealthiest man on earth for you.” He looked at her with all the hope and love a man could give.
Her heart sank. Shit. Somehow, unintensionally, she had found away to make the one true friend she had turn into a love sick fool.
She didnt know how, but she always found a way to alienate the ones that matter so much to her.
She knew what would happen next. She would say Im sorry I dont feel the same. And then things will never be the same. They will talk occasionally, but never without the elephant that will always be standing between them. Shit she thought, I am so sorry.