I know I'm right
You believe I'm wrong
And I just don't understand
The whos, wheres, whens, and why
Of it all but that doesn't make
It anymore untrue when the facts
Are staring you dead in the
Face and the results are killing
Us everywhere you look now
We blame everyone else asking
What our world is coming to
Thinking that surely it's not
Our fault some claim a god
Some claim science and some
Don't care either way but
Somehow they all think the same
Some say all these things
Some say all these things always existed and always will...that they just change their stripes with each new generation. It could be we just never have all been "on the same page" as a species. Nice write. Inspirational.
.....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you I could count the
Thank you I could count the times I've been called inspiratonal before on one hand (with one finger). Like I said just spilled out not even sure what I was trying to say but glad you liked it.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
You're welcome. It was a
You're welcome. It was a pleasure.
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
They All Think The Same
That is incredibly wise. Just spilling it out means the brain falls upon the page and the sharing is intimate and involved with "truth". Nice ~allets~