The price we have to pay for being inconsiderate and downright mean to those who love us, but get no love in return, is loneliness and friendless in the end. To be so selfish as to think they are superior in a love affair is a shame. Those who take pleasure in hurting others is a sub-human and not worthy of a second glance. The only thing is they hide that side of them until the hook have been swallowed before showing their true selves. Good poetry.
You talk to a cynic as though you know him so well....but with real empathy, wishing him to understand., I think this is not good, but great poetry, Neva. P.
There is no such thing as honor
when sitting on a velvet seat
where you only shout.
I love that part the most for some reason, it really speaks to me about a lot of things. We have a council in our tribe that likes to make laws for our nation without really considering the people who are affected. We also are part of a larger nation that sometimes does the same thing. What a beautiful piece of art this is.
well, that's a lovely one, don't know pic. or writin'..lol
just kiddin', that's really very good writin', i liked your workin' way, it's deep, words'reappropriate to write...to read.
great job.
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