As a newcomer To this premier Website for poesía, I Get Motion Sick Ness.
From seeing The disdain And despise. Seeing other Poets young Old, couraged Bold, happy, Molds in Their prime. Get bullied by other bullies.
By fanatics who **** And maim, while their Heads are held up in shame. With a halo of pain Murdering one Another.
I seemed to have forgotten Aren't we sisters And poetic brothers, Yet giving hatred For hatred! Not healing Its Wounds.
I believe in a powerful God who loves, not based On a theory of Darwinian Baboons.
Message not clear To You. We are indistinguishable. With the same red flowing through our arms. Hearts that beat With homes Alarms. Some drive cars Others can't afford them. Some have high class suits Some are poor, Some handle food Some open doors. Some journey I want to explore.
To the point The malefactor and villain Is not the ones you Choose to Make smaller. You only make them BIGGER As your size Capsulates as a pea to the wind.
Your the same you killer of poetic flame! YOU ARE THEM.
So stop Killing With words Of no Knowledge.
Start shaking hands Saying good Job Poetic muse Of earth wind.
As you slay And think -hey- Maybe today I won the fight. Always Remember You ****** yourself Slowly And that piles Night by night.
Breaking silence on the sickness I see in a place. Where we all talk about peace, yet there are only few select peace makers here. So stop this clownery and make **** peace! We claim were humans start acting as such