...this battleground of trees, whose majesty of limbs are twigs of poetry...the first word found...
Monday, October 12, 2015
Choices
I actually disdain using this image to replicate an internet experience, but I ran into one of these today, minus the snakes, and decided to write this poem and give such people a look at what they show me...maybe seeing themselves will give them a better view of what they do unto others...
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Those who know only...
how to hate...
will soon be a thing...
of the past...
not the future...
those who choose only...
to bring others down...
will soon be brought down...
those who refuse to smile...
and would rather frown...
will know the jagged edge...
of humor...
those who refuse to give...
will be given more...
than they can bear...
so let us choose then...
to do better...
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015
Art: Speed Art Medusa, by reddawn 011
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DeleteWhat do you mean Dean?...It's self explanatory...
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