Colors pt. 5 The Sun

The Sun

High above you, beyond even the heavens, overlooking a familiar realm,
a kingdom so massive one might think it would begin to overwhelm,
but creation cannot be stopped, just continues to evolve and spread
bringing joy to those whose eyes are filled with dread.

Love is the key that helps you grow.
Love is the key that makes your face glow.
Love pours out of me in a steady flow.
Love will get you through the cold and snow.

Vast plentiful forests surrounded a growing metropolis beaming with life.
People live off the land cleaning their kills with a sharp knife.
Vegetation grows in their backyards; they share their crops with their neighbors.
 In my world, there is no need for hard labor,
back breaking work to earn a few pennies to buy food laced with poison
that you are forced to buy without ever given a reason why.
Why am I forced to waste my money on poised food?
Why am I forced to work as a slave to give all money away?
Why do I need money in the first place?
All it does is corrupt the weak willed and cause them to lose all grace.
Sell your soul for the mighty dollar and you will live long and happy
until you put a bullet in your brain because you’re dead and empty.
Money can’t buy you everything you want.
Money can’t buy you the state of Vermont.
Money can’t buy you love.
Money can’t buy you a pure, sinless dove.
Money can’t buy you peace.
Money can’t buy you Heaven, not even a small piece.
Money can’t buy you solitude.
Money can’t buy you pure, organic soul food.
Money can’t buy you life.
Money can’t buy you a faithful wife.
Money can’t save your soul.
Money can’t prevent you from burning in the coal.
Money can’t buy you happiness.
Money can’t buy you scrappiness.
Money can leave you dead and empty inside.
Money can buy you a fake bride.
Money can break your soul.
Money can buy you weed to fill your bowl.
Money can turn you into a monster.
Money can get your soulless books sponsored.
Money can destroy all of your morals.
Money can buy you a demon in a bottle.
Money can buy you a one-way ticket straight to Hell.
Money can buy you a terrible, miserable place to dwell.
Just ask me, a man who had all the money he needed to be happy and sell you a fake smile.
Ask me how I’m becoming empty inside and allowed darkness to compile.
Ask me how a happy man with all the money in the world could begin thinking of taking his own life.
Ask me, how could I leave behind a grieving wife.
She probably isn’t grieving too much now that she has all his wealth.
I’m sure one day soon all that money will begin to deteriorate her health.
It happens to the wealthiest of them all.
Right Heath, money can’t buy you happiness, now can it?

Far above you, beyond even the heavens, I assure you my world is void of corruption,
void of sin and completely pure.
Fish populate the pollution less lakes and streams.
Happiness in found in everyday life, not just in your dreams.

People smile and great each other in a neighborly way.
People go out to eat and have a friendly debate over who is going to pay.
Everyone, (just me I guess), is comfortable and happy with their life.
There is no need for violence, no need for strife.

The sun always shines; warmth always soothes your souls.
There is no need to fear with me in control,
but control can be hard to maintain.
Control can begin to slip.

The moon is fast approaching and soon there will be an eclipse.
A total eclipse of the sun might cause me to go off script.
A darkness is approaching I can feel it creeping in.
Look at my face; I’m slowly beginning to lose my grin.