Lust for Money

Happiness doesn't start with money. Silver and gold doesn't satisfy the soul. Covered in gift wrap and tied with a little bow. Yet and still it fails to cover and heal the lack that people never show. Cash works for simple things like gas, rent and purchasing a wedding ring. But it can never buy love. It provides all the shiny objects we can think of... Let the light bounce off surfaces and twinkle in dim eyes. But it never penetrates the darkness inside. It's just the luster of money. 

Love always, Esha  <3

No Longer Weary

We're just now seeing the ball of glowing fire 

The red light is bright but nothing like fluorescence. 

It stings the eyes, it lights up the world,

It electrifies the soul, it burns out of control. 

The shinning rays touching cold skin gives the weary

A renewed reason to hope. 

And that’s why we stand at the cusp of a new day.

Love always, Esha

Chains

 

Photo by Miguel u00c1. Padriu00f1u00e1n 

Rusty shackles clink. They stink of old iron overused. Leaving orangish hues on pale wrists that came into the world chain free. The world binds up the truth and locks it away. Anticipating that trapped souls never escape. But an eye with a singular purpose fills the body with light. Salvation is a narrow road but it’s worth the fight.

Love always, Esha 

Love's Veil

 

Love brings a light mist over a breathtaking daybreak. Let happiness cover blue skies like silk blowing in the summer wind. It's sturdy but the veil is thin. 

Love always, Esha 

 

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Spicy words taste like Tabasco dreams 

Speak jalapeno to me 

Like cayenne peppers blowing back sweltering heat

Speak sriracha to me

Like hot sauce mixed with red chili’s and vinegar

Desiring a feeling of numb lips

Brought on by scorching truth

You can never be hotter than the searing sun

It shines for the world but bows to the Son

Yet I look toward the zesty flavor

Which burns with the fiery and passion of words spoken

With a hint of sizzling mustard sauce

It can not be cooled down by milk

It’s fire is tangy

Ignited by the truth of the Holy Ghost

Clearing the pathway to closed doors

Giving light to dark spaces

Changing the temperature and atmosphere

That’s why I like heat

Speak sriracha to me

Love always, Esha

Peace

Thankful is an understatement when you’ve seen the light at the end of the tunnel. All the darkness you’ve been through falls away. The expectation of kindness is returned to its rightful place. And peace returns to dreams unbridled by fervent passion.

Love always, Esha

Unpopular Reality

Give me the truth 

One thing I learned about lying 

Is the upkeep cost is too high 

Because you have to lie again to maintain a lie 

So tell me the truth 

Even if it curls your upper lip 

And brings salty disappointment to trusting eyes 

I can't live in the dark 

Unaware of the light 

Always wondering why the story didn't make sense 

Sensing the inconsistencies in my mind 

Knowing that I'm being deceived 

 

By a fallacy that is wasting my precious time 

So tell me the truth 

I triple dog dare you to be honest 

Be the opposite of mainstream news 

And tell me the unpopular reality 

Give me the meat with the bones 

Leave no stone unturned in it's deliverance 

Either way it goes down like bitter medicine 

The hardest part is admitting to it's sour taste

Accepting it comes with time 

But even if it desolates 

The life I believed to be fine 

I would like to hear it, 

All the same  

Because you can't have the sunshine 

Without a little rain 

 Love always, Esha