Wealth is not measured
By what you bury in a bank
Wealth is a treasure
Measured from within.
Life is a measure
That holds no rank.
It is not the truth
I’m trying to bend.
But the fountain of youth
I seek in the end.
My thoughts they march
To the beat
Of dancing feet.
Where ideas were always meant to thrive
In their isolation they come alive.
High above the shade of
A pauper’s parade.
But Old Jester, he turned a trick
He was somewhat slick
In a game he played
With his slight of hand
For the fool he planned
A simple quote
One in which he wrote
With charm and a schtick
Lest his imaginary sidekick.
Somewhere his secret sits patient
Where his words are no longer kept skeptic.
BeLove © 2017

Mondo Cozmo / “Shine”







My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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