If only.. if only.. the woodpecker sighs…

About a friend who I would have done anything for.

Some relationships are just based on control.

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It is so much nicer to see laughter in somebody’s eyes than it is to see distance.

What goes around comes back around, if you treat somebody coldy it is only a matter of time before it comes back on you.

Lets turn this cruel world around.

The subject matter of this peom is about being in a bad relationship, which I think most of us as human’s can relate to. For everyone that has been in one, you do eventually figure it out at your own rate because sometimes love can be blinding but once you do see this and end the relationship, you end all the bad things that go with it and I think we can all agree it may very well have been the best decision you ever could have made.

As human beings, we are entitled to shape our lives on the basis of freedom of individualism. The quint essence of democracy is the courage of conviction that propels progress in diverse areas of life, elevating our spirit, while binding relationships, as well as freely implementing the use of human resources that are essential for growth and development.

All my life I’ve felt myself being an outsider – an observer of the rat race – watching and studying the herd, the mob, the rabble, the idiots, scurrying around, keeping to their petty needs, and living out their meaningless lives, trying as hard as they might to keep their minds on things – on something, on anything, on anyONE for that matter – anything except for the ludicrousness of their existence on this little star called earth. “No, no! We don’t want to think about that,” they say. “Leave us in our laughably fictitious and puny worlds of self-deceit and masochism. We’re happy this way. Leave us be. Leave our lie(s) alone! What even gives you the right to be different, anyway?! Just who do you think you are – questioning? Questioning things?! Questioning us?!” Okay, maybe not in so many words, but you get the gist. Anyway, one day I sat down at my dining room table, and finally wrote a poem about it.