“One kind word can warm three winter months.”
~ A Japanese proverb
Talking machine churns
And skips to the previous groove;
Rhetoric is broken
Churns the machine
Producing discord instead of sound;
A source of confusion
Word churner stirs
Audiences no longer interested
Put a lid on
For everyone has a word
But ’tis layer of kindness that makes
A whole lot of difference.
the winter night dark and brutal;
yes, first love is hard.
What lunatic waits to be jilted by
a girl he never laid eyes on?
Body do not be proud!
Though some proclaim you a temple
And worldings call you beautiful;
A biography of a life well-lived.
You have your rights and privileges
But you ought to be my friend.
Look me in the eye and acknowledge
I am Soul. I am You.