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Yet Know That For Truth, Such Simply Will Not Suffice

While you may want flowers spread across brightest room,
some write of death, darkness, usual daily doom.
Try not to judge us as hard, heartless and cruel
or a savage beast using a barbaric tool.
We too, often see and want feel good paradise
yet know that for truth, such simply will not suffice.

Tho' my heart oft sings, remembers love's sweet delights
my soul knows life is also about daily fights.
Judging me so harsh, thinking me a brutal beast
know evil fears me more and I have that at least.
I think to warn others, the young that do not know
life no bed of roses, oft is a horror show!

As I sling ink, I will not to pressure now bend
for I see clear, who is foe and who is my friend.
Saddened that heavy words must fall and thus be sent
if you have no tolerance, this for you is meant.
I've held my sword, refusing to use its sharp blade
now recent deceptions, have my spirit remade.

I take no hits, without sending like in return
respect I do not give, unless it is well earned.
If my principles and morals are deemed too low
keep your false heart and embrace the darkness you know.
My words, I shall not for anyone trash or burn
nor act as world is not bitter milk in a churn.

While you may want flowers spread across brightest room,
some write of death, darkness, usual daily doom.
Try not to judge us as hard, heartless and cruel
or a savage beast using a barbaric tool.
We too, often see and want feel good paradise
yet know that for truth, such simply will not suffice.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-05-2018

Note-  Sad that recent actions by some have made clear to me that friends they never were but instead used such deception for nefarious deeds, etc...
I write my poetry to benefit others, not to lull the young into thinking that this world is a bed of roses. If  my presenting that reality bothers some, then tough.
I'll not change a word of any of my poems due to disapproval from others that have no true poet's heart....

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