The Tie That Binds

It’s the tie that binds
The moth to the flame
The gold plated chains
That would noose you
To the height you seek to climb
It’s the pretty things that would kill you
The familiar faces that would wake you
Up in the middle of the night
Soaking wet in your own sweat
If it turns out to be blood
It’s the lover standing over you
A knife in one hand
A dirty underwear in the other
It’s the pretty things that would kill you
the shinning things you buy
with the flesh you wear
not knowing tattoos will never skin you
The way the womb did (more…)

It was a weird Sunday evening. After hanging out with some friends, I decided to run to the mall to return some shirts I bought the week before. From uptown, I got on 35W south bound. Few miles later I debated whether I should take highway 62 East or stay on 35W to 494 East. I decided to stay on 35W.
Arabs are not bad
a financial expert by any stretch of the imagination. But whenever I read an article about personal finance, I always feel like saying duh, I knew that. So I thought, maybe I know a little more than the average person. If so, maybe I should share. So here we go. 