Greed

Greed and Poverty have something in common

Both relations to money, they diverge and form a junction
The way to the left is paved with an unholy thirst and greed
A path chosen due to self satisfaction, not need
The greed in man is a callous consuming disease
One that feeds from the poor with disconcerting ease
Where is the compassion for your fellow human I hear you say?
I apologise because my news for you is harsh in nature today
Whilst fellow humans starve, thirst and freeze to death
The greed infected man drains out as much money as he can
What he fails to grasp is that when he dies he leaves the wealth behind on earth
The once poor man so desperate to escape his wretched past...
Forgets his roots and nails his flag to the greedy mast
Greed turns drive and ambition into a race to amass more than is required
But wait a minute, how much money do you actually need?
Or are his eyes so blinded to morality that his bank account is all he can read?
The rich are getting richer, the poor are getting poorer
That's the current state of affairs, the lure of money grows ever stronger
Do not get me wrong, I plan to work hard and succeed
To reap the wealth that is borne from the diligence seed
My message says "beware of greed- a nasty disease"
A money addiction, a deadly thirst that will never cease

The Beauty of a Flower

This poem was written during a serious bout of insomnia sometime between the time of 12 and 2am, funnily enough this is when the 'creative juices' are flowing .... The poem is pretty self explanatory and I don't want to go all Shakespearean on you, but its one that means a lot to me:


Beauty does not require extra motivation
It does not need to be cajoled or seek retraction
My face is clouded by the need to understand you
My thoughts are those of intrigue, only thoughts of you
Blue is said to be the colour of sadness, this is one myth you certainly proven
As you beat me up, my bruises black and blue
Till the presence of my Clematis flower, changes, alters, heals my navy hue
Her strength and purity as alluring as her white petals
The red anthers distinct, unique, a rare hot passion they slowly ignite
Like a ribbon caught in the wind, her hair lifts, enchants, enthralls
There are many flowers in the field that much is true,
But my dear the truth is that not many captivate me as much as you
A gaze of disdain from you I have yet to see
Only those of joy and warmth, looks akin to the rays of sunlight
I am well aware that you are a joyful soul that runs free
What sets you apart is that your beauty does not falter
When the colour of life turns blue, I need not run helter skelter
I simply seek my flower, Clematis my escape from reality that sets me free.

So Im the newest entrant into the world of social and topical commentary which i am going to channel through my poems. I have a passion for creative writing and a disdain for misuse of grammar....this all adds up to a thought provoking poem (well thats the plan!!) 
This is my intro, I can assure you that things will definitely get more interesting :)
Watch. This. Space