We need to be loved, and to love, that is what it is all about.

Inconsequential Cave Children

Help me to understand this one?

Interesting, very interesting, a peek into the humble life of a wordsmith. Thanks for sharing.

Bitter brew, bitter indeed,
I write no poem of love.

Oh brave, gallant men,
you subscribe to happily ever after,
the lie that perpetuates, certain disaster,
promises made, only made to be broken.

Oh no, no keep your poison cup,
I will not drink,
your sugar cubed words
that dissolve, before they sink!

I can not promise that,
which I do not have to give,
the depth of ecstasy found deep inside,
this frozen soul shall not abide.

Unwilling to play the fool,
to empty promises, unspoken rules,
drained and anemic,
you'll find no heart!

So, what you see now,
is what you will get,
should you pursue you'll regret.
That is no empty promise!

Unwilling to play the fool

Aye' Wordsmith

What Songs of all Songs are to be sung of romance?

I am changing, I no longer believe that there is good in all people, now people have to earn my trust and respect, I no longer give it freely. I don't know that the world is changing but I certainly am. Perhaps it is called, "growing up."

Before social media and the Internet, I lived in my own small world, a community where folks didn't lock their doors and we greeted folks as they passed by, life was not perfect, people were neighbors, we accepted and helped one another. No more!

New folks come and go, often not the best of characters, searching only to find what they brought with them, and I imagine will take with them no matter where they go. But they often leave a bit of them-self behind, so now my trust has to be earned, I no longer believe everything people tell me.

Very moving! Inspirational...Aye' it's time, time to let love in, to love n' be loved.

An awesome setting, home is where we feel safe, where the heart can be found, ever so humble...

Powerful, Emotional, very good, very good!

As, death is part of living. Will the willows mourn for you or I? Or will the mockingbirds sing a song of tears...Beautiful!

You have a gift, "thank you" for sharing with those of us who appreciate the poetry you write.

Awesome! A picture is worth a thousands words. Now tell me where I can find one.

You want to forget the hurt and move on.

Very nice.

No woman or man deserves to be a doormat, a man like that does not deserve your time or attention. "Kick up the ashes, spray them with water, make sure there is no sparks left."

You should say, "I don't want revenge, I just want you to get the **** out of my life and stay out of it," move on, think about taking care of yourself.

If the sun was no more,
there was no light;
beauty and life,
would be no more!

The green fields,
the ground soil seeded,
need the sun to grow.

Have you ever wondered why you are where you are, at the moment?