Thought Battles Clutter (day 705)

When the fury of time
Grips down on your mind
Cursing your veins
Panic holds the reins

Breath becomes shorter
Thought battles clutter
Heat builds inside
Mind flirting high

These battling moments
Painstaking engagements
Are where men arise
And children will die

With hard grit teeth
Throw away, impeach!
Throw off this shell
Begone with hell!

Rage from our eyes
Come alive, don’t die!
Charge on, smartly forth
Take heed of the course

Stocks (day 564)

Stock market fury is hardly comparable
Its ups and its downs
Make up the excitement
However, the flat, dull tones of
Flat lining charts
Leave a bitter taste
Stinking up my mouth
Forcing me to move on
As a tidbit of wisdom
Ignore the futile attempts
By promoters to announce
Unprecedented results
Of which nobody cares
Except big-wig sales men
Hoping to scrap together
Something of their career
Some little morsel of hope
Keeps them hanging on to
5 percent profits
For ever and ever
Until the end of time and beyond
But, the trader, the trader
He’s fueled with desire
He’s running with fire
Riding the backs
Of the ups and the downs
Each with their own
Grand scheme of sure victory
One may be right
The other one wrong
But balls to the walls
All look the same to me
Look for the singers
Mind the gap of the droppers
Buy into the trend
Sell into the trend
You’ll never manage
In spite all your predictions
To sell at the top
To buy at the bottom
Be happy with a gain
Just not 5 percent
Forget about your losses
With one swift action to sell
Ride your winners
With sharp pointy spurs