GOD IS A DOLLAR IN YOUR POCKET

I've been in several corners of the earth but none compares to the glaring artificial lights and moonless night of New York City. I'm alone in a mission for peace and spiritual growth, an internal light in me that intuitively leads me and guides towards the most devastating experiences . Experiences from other wounded souls that suck out the very life of me.. I'm in a City where no one cares about humanity and survival means drowning a brother so they can gasp for air. I'm disappointed on a daily basis but still try to dance my rage away.I dance at the injustices I witness, when a disabled man is ignored while everyone reads or listen to their own personal escape of their stressful day while commuting the MTA.People losing their homes, while others live in mansions, this weighs on me like a ton of bricks.It pains me every time someone close to me betrays me or uses me for a pathetic dollar.When I'm lied to by those that I trust and for what.. In my corner of the earth I decorate my space and try to make it a temple where my soul can surrender by bringing down all guards and exhaling my day away.I've created a peaceful enviroment but even that seems to bring envy to those that surround me.I feel their thoughts hover over me like a dark cloud but I smile, take a deep breath and remind myself this is all temporary and then, I shine again...I've cut several ties ,burned bridges I wish to never cross again and hopefully I can move on alone. I don't mind being alone because I can't disappoint the petty man...Money is God in my corner of the earth but I've never seen an honest miracle come from him...