People only change

when someone else forces them --


They can't change themselves.

If that was a blast of love
I’d hate to see your hate.

Your blunt, forceful love
comes from fear,
rains in blows,
and leaves me -
smaller, sadder,
reactive—
reeling for equilibrium.

'“Why Exactly, Do Some Hate It So Much ?”

A Poem written by Big Virge 16/3/2021

Now I Know That It’s TOUGH...
And Is Really NOT FUN... !!!

But.....

Why Exactly...
Do Some Hate It So Much... ?!?

Facing Up To The TRUTH...
And The Straight Talk That Proves...

That Sometimes You Must Choose...
To Simply Stay Cool...
In The Face of ABUSE...
And REJECT … Attitudes...

Cos' When You Give It Out...
You Have To … Take Some Too... !!!

Lines That Cast Doubt...
On The Words That You Use...
That Do Not Hold Values... !!!

Cos’ We All Have Our Moments...
Where We Say What Is POTENT... !!!

To People We Know...
Who AREN’T Always FOES...
Or... IGNORANT Folks... !!!

Sometimes It Is People...
You Place Upon Steeples...
That Have To Hear Things...
That Sometimes Do STING... !!!

Cos’ We Just Can’t Agree...
About EVERY Last Thing... !!!

We ALL NEED To LEARN...
To Take Turns Being Hurt...
By Words Well Observed...

And Some That Are NOT... !!!

Some Peoples Words SHOCK...
And Really Do Knock...
The Spots Off of Dogs...
Like Dalmatians Have Got... !!!

Sometimes They Are Wrong...
And Just Do Not Belong...
In Our Conversations...
Because Some Are BLATANT...
Forms of... DISRESPECT... !!!

But It’s Good To COLLECT...
Your Thoughts Before Threats...
Or Ignorance Lends...
Itself To The End...
of Speaking To Friends...
Because You’re UPSET...
Or Are Dealing With STRESS... !!!

But Sadly Some People...
Resort To What’s Feeble...

But... Why Exactly...
Do They Hate It So Much... ?!?

When THEY Are The Ones...
ALWAYS Running Their Gums...

When They Have To Hear...
Some Speech That Makes CLEAR... !!!

What Someone Else Thinks...
About Thoughts That They Bring...
Within... THEIR Lyrics...

As If They Will Sink...
Like... Titanic Ships... !!!

Because of Put Downs...
That Come Out of THEIR Mouths... !!!

And Now It’s Online...
That People Drop Lines...
That Really AREN’T Nice... !?!

Cos’ They Seem To Forget...
The Things That They’ve Said...
That Have Upset Their Friends...

Or People... They Don’t Know...
With All Their … Online Quotes...

FOOLISH Keyboard Gangsters...
Who Like To **** Hammers...
Well Really... KEYBOARDS...
With Their Ignorant Thoughts... !?!

Could They Be Insecure...
And Just Feeling … SORE... ?!?

Because of Comments...
That They Think Give Them Strength...

When The Comments They Bring...
Prove That They’re WEAKEST Links... !!!

Cos’ There’s Too Much Pretence...
Now On … Internet Threads... !!!

People Need To STEP BACK... !!!

INSEAD of... Just REACT...
Like A Child In A Pram... !?!

Come On What’s Up With That... !?!

Which Brings Me Right Back...
To This Question I Have...

About Chats That Go BAD...
When TENSIONS RISE UP... !!!

Over Talk That Can Run...
Where Opinions... DIFFER...

“ Why Exactly Do Some Hate It So Much ? “

Everyone has an opinion, my son.
And their words will push and shove you
To the left and to the right,
Towards earth and towards heaven.

Should others be your root which holds you to reality,
You will have an anchor which sways with the tides,
A bridge timbered upon clouds,
And a house founded upon shifting sands.

Thus to pursue what is True and Good,
You must trust your own eyes.
For though they will lie from time to time
Another’s eyes cannot fit within your sockets

When we see what some people are dishing out,
we know what Bertrand Russell was talking about:
"The stupid are cocksure, the intelligent full of doubt."

When you meet someone who thinks he's clever,
but seems much too confident in his endeavour,
and talks to you non stop and forever and ever.

When he acts like a prophet defying convention,
never admitting a lack of comprehension,
promptly has a cure for everything you mention.

When he hands out his advice on a silver platter
convincing you that his opinions matter,
you can be certain, he's as mad as a hatter.

Sometimes I find myself wishing for more;
That I could make something better than before.
Everything I’ve done is a one-time exception;
I face myself with thorns rather than acception.

Surely my successes were merely chance!
Ideas don’t come to me like they did in the past.
People say they see talent in me, I see nothing—
Then again, would I even know I was good at something?