Empty Heart

 

People seek to inspire 

For financial gain 

With no desire to help people that have lost everything 

The truth spreads like wildfire 

But lies run sour 

Like a sore that wasn't treated 

Or a friendship 

Gone bad 

In these days of hits and misses 

People search the closest inspiration 

They can grab 

Rarely questioning the sender 

And poor intent 

We all gotta eat 

But surviving off fake cures should never pay the rent 

A couple days go by and the quick money 

Is past the point of spent 

But what about the person in need 

Self help, motivational speech and guru's 

Linked up with the who's who 

Fail to address the problem 

Turn to the Bible 

And churches devoid of pay per view miracles  

For something that will feed the soul 

Everyone is seeking something that an empty heart can hold 

Love always, Esha 

Future Generations

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People forgot about the young children 

Looking up to them 

Waiting for them to make a move 

That would change their lives 

Hoping that they take the right steps 

And hold their money tight 

While investing in business that take flight 

Let the future generations come to mind 

When you work 

There's no use in providing a roof for comfort 

If your assets have no worth 

Put the children first 

Why not save for college? 

Don't avoid the rainy day fund 

Some people will frivolously spend their money 

While others will hold off 

On having uncalculated fun 

Consider tomorrow 

Because time waits for no one 

Value the moments that the world can't see 

The work is done  

While easy going people are sleeping 

 

Love always, Esha  <3

Rusty Pennies

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In the course of life, you interact with people. Hold hands, join in laughter, cry together in moments of pain. Some connections last forever, others are reduced to a brief yet memorable moment in time. Yet some individuals are utterly forgotten like copper pennies rusting at the bottom of the sea. The blue salty water floats over their memory. But the truth remains the same. So you go through life with a vague, distant memory of a familiar face you once knew. 


Love always, Esha 

Short Poem: Politics

 

Some say, 

Party politics must stand

If evil is done they turn their head

Like a late kid getting hall passes

Giving out third and fourth chances

No matter the offense

Democracy was a dream 

Put on a hopeful wish list 

But still some say, 

It’s imperfect 

But this is all we have 

So if we bare grievances 

It’s too darn bad 

Love always, Esha