Will you read and then CC this poem?

And then there's the right to accuse someone of a crime that doesn't exist, the right to butcher the English language, the right to seek legal counsel for no reason what so ever, the right to be completely and utterly out of your mind...

You're right, it's the little things...

What I Always Dreamed Of

I had it easy if I wanted it easy

but there was a dark and sinister shape

to the future that a life without

honest effort would produce.

And the more I got away with

the less I was worth.

So perhaps when someone

has it all wrong

they need to be told

as many times as it takes

classic conditioning was not just for the

training of dogs

I once said

"behavior modification is slavery'

if that is true,

I am becoming a slave

unto me.

But

what i always dreamed of

was that someone somewhere

would read something I wrote

and it would affect them so gnormonogously

that they would not forget it, not me

but the feeling I left for them to feel

and I am now fully aware that dreams CAN come true. By the thousands. I am now reaching for a way to hold on to US- we, the people....I have a lot of respect and faith in one who knows 'Freedom is the most encompassing word,

next to Love."

and a good vets day to you dave.

all those little freedoms add up. i often wonder how much of our (the US's) problems are exasperated by the mentality reinforced by anonymity and deception inherent to websites such as this. it is so much easier to insult people when they don't have to look into ones eyes or worry about immediate recriminations of a real world nature.

i am sorry i didn't offer worship earlier, but the beauty and wisdom portfolios are occupied in my Pantheon this was a nice write on both levels i can understand.

"Who knows himself a braggart,

Let him fear this; for it will come to pass

That every braggart will be found an azz." Shakespeare (only his word was spelled with 2 s's

What I think of self appointed Greek god's. Good Poem.

Red ants,Black ants, all gone to war,

they all ask themselves....

just what are we fighting for?

Where's the honey,Honey?

Do you know why I must die?

Can you tell me all the reasons,

or just simply pass them by?

Is life a game of checkers?

Or a chess board full of pawns...

to die before the mighty,

amidst a throng of yawns.

You did all that before to lay the foundation for the impact of this write. (I know you better than you think & tried to sound a warning...) Well, TA DA!, instead of I told you so... But I did...tell you so. And now you know. I just hope it didn't fly over your head.

Goood poem

Kinda sums up the Vukings season so far.

I liked it :D

not my style (me being all emo depressing on the verge of song kinds poety)

but I liked it really good

I may be a sociopath but I assure you my self-esteem is very small.