TheCourtRose

What do you tell a man in constant pursuit of gold? With wild eyes and desperate hands A mad craving in the depths of his belly Always searching, never stopping Just around the next corner Hidden in an unfound stream There is gold! he says Mountains and mountains of lustrous gold! It's a dangerous fever that's overtaken him He sold the house and left his dog No time for family, no time for friends The hunger pushes him forward, alone What do you say to such a man? Tell him there is no gold? Of course there is The world is full of gold Maybe not around this corner, but the next Maybe not in this stream, but one more over He is not wrong in his dreaming but neither is he right You tell him that he will find his gold and fill his pockets to the brim He will find even more yet Bags bursting from the weight of it all But there is no one at home to bring the treasure to An empty house awaits after his cravings are done It is this and this alone that

They gave me a handful of rubies and said, Now build your life with these What was I to do? I knew no better So I begged and borrowed and whored until I amassed a pile of jewels bright and pretty I hoarded and discarded little bits of love at my whim I played games on the beach and learned how to win I became very, very good at the bluff and dodge and evade Surrounded by cold, lifeless gems and nothing else My heart now at a loss Where did I go wrong then? I played the hand dealt to me without question Who now is to blame- the woman or the girl? the peddler of jewels? With a handful of rubies- scant few treasures, handed out meagerly over years of sweat and strain and pleasing- Built a sandcastle of reflection and pleasure with naught but buckets and rocks This is what I know of rubies Have not let myself know anything else and soon the tide will come again

The Stories say that in a man's soul the war rages on A Red Stallion strains against its tethers A Yellow pulls in the opposite direction The integrity of their owner begins to split down the middle while holding fast to both Experience is key! Knowledge and pursuit! cries the Yellow Stallion, shaking its golden mane Let's go and see! Let's explore! Too many sights and sounds, too many new touches and smells to stay in one place No! cries the Red Stallion, ruby eyes rolling Passion and roots are more important Deep abiding love is true What about lives built in blood, sweat and tears? And so they argue day after day Only quieting down to sleep and sometimes not even then Knowledge and Love The battle ensues The owner's limbs grow weary of holding on, wondering tiredly Should I let go of just one? Both? Will the fighting never cease? Leather snaps inside metal rings Blood froths on equine mouths This will rend me in two , he thinks H