Philosophy has limits, because it tries to make sense of life
Poetry screams
It’s strange to try to make money from a scream
Stranger still, to make sense of life
Making money, makes sense
but it only makes cents
the dollars don’t deliver what we want
A man’s work should be his worship
to a god who doesn’t care
Poetry is mine
it is divine
Not much makes me feel like a god at the end of the day
Walking out of the woods on a quiet evening with the sunset at my back—
blessing me, for being there
the last person on earth,
is all I have left.
Intellectual Shaman 
Beautiful lines yes poetry is divine! Well shared thanks 👌💕😊
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Thanks Priti!! I’m so glad that you liked it! 🙂
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You are welcome 👌stay blessed ❤👌
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sounds like philosophy
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I can’t help myself! 🙂
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“Making money, makes sense
but it only makes cents” – ❤
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I’m glad that you enjoyed the line and the read Jade Edge!!!
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