Does the eloquence of magnificence remain the same or slowly turn to commonplace like everything else Or does true eloquence
sleep peacefully away in a deep and dreamless sleep renewing eternal strength Perhaps life should be arrested For disturbing the peace ----------------------------------- ---
there is nothing out there for me the world is so full of itself no time for mundane musings only commercialized traditions
there is nothing out there for me it is extremely disheartening how quickly people forget about you in their mad dash
searching for fame and fortune the world is so full of itself everyone looking for their own little piece of pie in the sky
pearls of wisdom linvisible joy of pure conscience
heart led not astray windy winter days dismiss cloudy gray
from March to May blue sky way blue birds play
joy filled conscience father innocent Mother pure
when lovely wisdom smiles at me her eyes devour me her heart consumes me
A step father's favorite question To another man's son Do you want a licking boy?
(I love my mother best for not remarrying after she left my poor old dad for lack of support) No rose of modest delicacy
I believe prejudice is actually jealousy. People just don't want to see the other fellow get a leg up in life. Jealousy exist between almost everyone.We all get discriminated against many times in the course of a lifetime. It is not fair to single out just one group. It is most self evident in sports, but of course, they call it being competitive. Real teamwork is when we all recognize prejudice for what it actually is and begin to humble ourselves. I always knew I was never quite right in the head, but I had the presence of mind to recognize this failing in myself But nobody cares what I think. Don't let life brutalize you as it has me.
Why life will never be fair (disclaimer)
There is always someone who will find ways to break the rules, using secret clandestine methods to achieve what they want. This is why secret, clandestine organizations are forbidden by the United States Constitution. . God bless all poets everywhere.