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  • Writer's pictureJoel Wordsmith

The Cashless Coin


Gird up your loins as you embark beyond the enchanting coins.


I like money and I’d certainly come for what’s mine.


But life’s deeper than the buck, a house, a few shoes and a car.


It’s to ponder and mutate.


It’s to sleep content and without worry.


It’s to know the Creator who holds this immunity from curses and sorrows money can’t buy itself out of.


It’s a pursuit of Freedom every soul seeks, and money gets in the way of it.


Repeat after me.


One House.

One Transport.

One source of income.

One good pair of shoes.

One good phone.


And then, then what?!


That’s it, that’s all.


Taking you Deeper than Cash.



A Boy Story

// poetry

In my eyes, the earth’s conquest
I was born envisaging a fireball.
A baby was I,
But found the earth small.

I grew up to learn,
A schematic of different thoughts,
Little did I know the school curriculum,
Just manufactures one size fits bots.

Self-taught in the basement,
No one knew the vision I concealed;
I didn’t know the Creator’s plan,
Was to brutally undo the plan I happy mealed.

Quickly he empowered me,
To earn some salary - coin,
I attached a coin to another,
Then fret asking: Was this the point?

It wasn’t the point.
I didn’t seek solace in a Marijuana joint.
“Bro, it opens up your mind”
My mind still inspired by coin.

The rest got high and floated away,
I still didn’t comprehend that side of the road,
One coin... two coin... three coin...
I was seeking a boat load.

After everything I bought,
On the Creator’s tab everything I got,
Dissatisfied, ungrateful and guilty,
Resentful with my pillow I fought.

I then thought and thought hard,
The coin indeed was the whole problem,
My Character was beginning to get marred.

I was left scarred,
Broke the earlier dreams I jarred,
I pleaded with my God,
From His path I didn’t want to be debarred.

I was being brought to life,
Despite the influential opposing knife
I said: My God will always give me enough,
To Him I must dedicate my family, my life.

The coin has deceived many a man
It can’t protect you from a heavenly rebuke.
The wise take heed and bow down low,
The others call it 'misfortune' or a 'fluke'.

Everything comes with a consequence.
I worship not momentary men of honor.
I will only align my path with the Supreme God, and my freedom,
Even if it leaves me alone in one corner.


 

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