Are you materialistic as such,
crowned, prized precious neck,
studded with all your riches.
Luminosity radiates from them in their glowing.
You receive one annually yet you know it will not last forever.
Will they die with you, wrapped around your skeleton?
Desire-burning, turning pupils into perverse magnets.
Eyes stick like glue and your palms grasp for them.
However gold they may shine don't forget their fire.
I understand your desire to want others to admire.
You are like Circe's mother, say.
Think of yourself as a painting on display.
Shame on you, shallow shrimp.
Their attention is on themselves, their lives.
Much like how yours should be on you never them.
Amber beads are merely that, amber.
Like an ordinary onyx
or a standard sapphire.
Even a typical teal topaz
or a replaceable red ruby.
Amethysts aren't admirable.
Garnets were never glamorous,
diamonds don't decorate,
emeralds do not show extravagance.
Gold cannot convey nor give grace.
So set aside your velvet chest,
bless it with rich roils and mirk dirt.
Sell it, or give it, to someone else,
or dispose of it whatever works well.
The real gemstones are within you.
They are happiness and joy,
pride, confidence.
What turns a boy
into a man, diligence,
love and respectfulness,
acceptance with generosity.
Being content,
sometimes selfless,
and finally,
poised and pure.
Ten virtues,
ten gemstones,
ten letters in the words
'Amber Beads',
and then letters in the words;
'Plant Seeds'.
So plant seeds
so they can prosper and bloom into lavender,
never plant weeds
that will leave a lingering malodour.
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