Winter pause

The crows they look all dapper and bright up in their tree
they are discussing the meaning of the day’s filigree
a wood pigeon alights and does decree doopity doopity doopity dee.

 

Some day all wildlife will be memory
we will finally chisel away the mountains
to burn the last remnant of beauty on our earth.
Merry Christmas.

 

Christmas came as a pause in the squall
a welcome rest for some but not all
to the hardy who have to suffer it through
my love and respect from me on to you

 

There are lessons taught in old stories, that you deserve your place here on earth, because there is always something you can do that others cannot. Lessons of the brute who cannot outthink the geek, the bully who is more scared than the meek. All fallacy, for there are bright strong men who will wrestle you, then brightly outsmart you too. There are bullies not afraid of a damn thing. The lesson is, although you may not be better at any thing than any another man, you still have a place in this world, you still deserve every bit of love that any other man may receive, your place is not earned through achievement, your place is earned through just being.

 

From discontent blooms beautiful art
Like the prettiest flowers from shit.

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