When someone texts you
answer back promptly
no one likes waiting tis true
show that you care comply
Don't mute somebody
there's nothing to hide
you're not just anybody
you're significant inside
don't enable it to die
organize as such
and never say goodbye
be aware if someone needs to be in touch
don't move out of range
and leave somebody clueless
as to what you're saying interchange
carry your phone with you even if view-less
when someone calls
answer the phone
don't hide behind fears walls
mistakes are not in the tone
call when you say you are
and things will be fine
even in the car
and at the stop sign
There are no standards any more;
Opinion's all that counts.
We all must have our voices heard,
And everyone must win.
Everyone is chasing,
dreams worth not pursuing,
because they never took the precaution,
to preserve those dreams,..
.. in my opinion.
Even after we have really touched love,
Even after we've felt its embrace,
Even after we have truly known faith,
Felt disbelief disappear from space...
Certainty is certainly a fool's game,
True faith could just mean we're not lazy,
Questions are the very air the soul breathes,
Joy and pain are what make feelings feel...
If our longing for God makes us crazy
Could God's longing for us be to blame?
It's all a matter of opinion
We all have one of these
We always have something to say
Even if no one else agrees
My wife says I don't have one
I have to ask her what to say
She thinks I'll say something stupid
She says, "You're just made that way"
If we go to a fancy restaurant
She orders what food we'll eat
She tells me when I'm finished
And when to leave my seat
Even on our wedding day
Before I could say, "I do"
She told the preacher, "Of course, he does"
So I just mumbled, "True"
If it sounds like I am henpecked
My wife says that's not true
She says to tell you, "You're all wrong"
She doesn't tell me what to do
So be glad you're not in my shoes
A man who lives this way
The only words I'm allowed to utter
Is, "Yes dear whatever you say"
Well, I think I'll end this poem
And try to get on with my life
But before I go, I want you to know
I probably better ask my wife
It's all a matter of opinion
We all have one of these
We always have something to say
Even if no one agrees
My wife say I don't have one
I have to ask her what to say
She thinks I'll say something stupid
She says I'm just made that way
If we go to a fancy restaurant
She orders what food we'll eat
She tells me when I'm finished
And when to leave my seat
Even on our wedding day
Before I could say, "I do"
She told the preacher, "Of course, he does"
So I just mumbled, "True"
If it sounds like I am henpecked
My wife says that's not true
She says to tell you, "You're all wrong"
She doesn't tell me what to do
Well, I think I'll end this poem
And try to get on with my life
But before I go, there's one more thing
I probably better ask my wife
I'm that guy who literally could never harm a fly.
I respect life too much and it saddens me to see anything die.
I once had a guest at my home when a little cockroach began to roam
foraging atop of my table.
My guest raised his hand to give that cockroach a slam,
but I grabbed his wrist rendering him unable.
I scooped up the little guy safely into my closed palm.
I then tossed it out my window so its life could go on.
It saddens me to consume even the simplest of plant life
because life is so precious. It's every living things unalienable right.
Yes, I respect all life, plants, animals, even creatures most consider vermin.
The fact that we must survive by consuming the living, is in my sincere blasphemous opinion
truly the greatest mistake of the Creator. It is most definetly God's greatest sin.
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