The wise man, and the fool. shall never agree, For the fool, thinks himself, to be wiser than he. Yet the wise man knows, not all that is taught, And the fool thinks, wisdom, can be bought. And the fool will argue, to the fullest extent, And from his ways, he will not repent. As the wise man searches, for a new way to learn, A fool will stay, in his folly to burn!
I'm a very private person who spends a lot of time alone. I meditate on answers to a lot of life's trials and tribulations in life. I am a libra and I believe in true honest justice that balances out equally! I write poetry to help myself and others to see both sides of the coin at the same time- I have wrote poetry since I was 13-been writing almost 39 years now and just started putting it out for others about 2 months ago-
Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip here’s the trip many girls were dressed with flames both were not ashamed the innocence of
Tears of Man You have the right to remain silent. Do you make the choice or remain violent? Do you evolve and become more civilized? Or do you choose to stay belligerent? You choose to be healthy, like you are
The bones are brittle as are the thoughts they crumble events of yesterdays that never happened things that happened not remembered today becomes another time faces and events mingle become a crazy quilt He sits and stares unaware of a
Who said that dawn doesn’t know him? Yes … Who has said that? He is secreting night when the sunset flows to poem end ; the flute, which surrendered stealthily to the day song, it runs away from the maze
The pressure in his head at times was unbearable like a vice clamped around his forehead having it twisted a 1/4 –turn at a time and when he finally thinks it can’t get anymore painful then bad timing comes around