You may say, I judge, but I need not judge to know. On the other hand, I have withheld the cursing's, out of good sense, and kindness, and a propensity to suffer, rather than inflict suffering. That means, I have a lot of snowballs here, needs throwing. They are piled up like 'popes turds!'
I have looked at this world, and I see little among its ruling race worth saving. I would not even, at this point, ask for salvage rights. Everyone casts blessings...like birdseed. How many do you think are real? I will not give mine away to enemy's, knowingly.
Simple respect, for this world, its creatures, and the word, put into carefully considered frames of thought...would gain one a true blessing. But humans do not reach for the gift of God, as chimpanzees would, in an instant, and I would grant the gift openly to they, and the creatures of the world.
You humans...you now revel and make comedy of your cruel and lying ways. I, for one...find it un-funny, as a poet and a human. I am sure, the god of god's has not come here for this! So, save your spit, for the fire you will face...if you find no respect within your person...for anyone but yourselves!
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: Japanese garden, Pinterest
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