They say, "Words hurt worse than weapons".
Why do you think the right to bear arms, is the second amendement?
It wouldn't be me if I didn't pay homage, shout out to Bonnie Godiva.
Allow me to share my story.
One Sunday in church, after reciting The Apostle's Creed,
I took my seat.
And accidentily sneezed.
This man walked right up to me and said,
"Excuse me sir, but you've got to leave".
I said,
"Why? Because I simply sneezed?
Why cant you just say, 'God bless you' to me"?
Inspiration on Rye
“We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to
floundered,<br />I gape<br />open, close<br />you shut me down<br />with words<br />gasping now,<br />fish out of water<br />my mouth empty<br />just air<br />despair<br />that you will ever<br />understand<br />my heart<br />is dark<br />I hate this part<br />you hook my words<br />my meaning,<br />demeaning,<br />who I am,<br />and what I do<br />your words<br />explode<br />no control<br />danger, alarm<br />I'm gone,<br />too long&
I drifted south to follow the call of birds,
Then hunted around my former haunting grounds
Out west, where all was won with sand-swept words,
I think, once in the red-baked canyon towns.
In the wind somewhere I hear a whistling stone
And stop at the bar along the canyon end;
The moon is always high when drinking alone,
But it’s peaceful now while watching the river bend.
The General went fore, a prisoner of war,
Enchained at the enemy’s behest;
But now he’s back, the dust is slack,
With wine I greet my guest.
We sing in verse of skies and birds,
Forbidding a barrack word;
With spring before, we leave the war
And howls of night unheard.
But peaceful strolls leave generals no role:
The King alone we know;
To climb up high you weary your thighs,
But gaze at your sword and go.
Each day
giving thanks
Red as a peach with a smile on her face,
Face with a smile as a peach in her place.
Willow that hangs and shakes its drapery low,
Low is the willow that hangs as wind does flow.
Waves the blossom as wind and hair entwine,
Entwines the hair and wind, this blossom of mine.
Roams the road as the moon sinks west,
West sinks the moon where the road roams best.
After “Reckless Spirit” (Barbarian Bodhisattva) by Liu Dao (1511-1598)
It was a beautiful night for flying
To spread my wings and feel the
Mercy,
Is it so hard to give?
When someone's whole world is pain,
Why would you force them to live?
Respect,
Is it so hard to show?
We're all in this together,
If you don't like it, please go.
Anger,
Is it so hard to ignore?
Take a deep breath,
Do you still feel like before?
Violence,
Is it so hard to refrain?
If you don't understand this,
Then I can't explain.
