* Daniel's Rose Has Thorns - Poem by Inner Whispers
Up I went, climbing at the peak of the hill
Hearing the echoes of what my heart contains,
As I scattered seeds, choose the best, thrown them on air
Wishing they would reach any land where they can grow as well.
One seed reached Maiden Rock and has it's sprout
A healthy plant grew in green bloom and proudly shout,
No woman can have it either way, no way, it is taken already
By a man with his pet dog on hand who claims it belongs to him.
Then he came where I am, offered his green rose
So rich in color and has it's i-don't-get-it-purpose,
He speaks well, though it irritates my ears like swords
And makes my eyes sometimes glow in red to read his nasty words.
Daniel's rose has thorns I guess
Sometimes it leaves a perfect scent with sense,
Yet sometimes, out of the blue, there he can't resist
Utter his naughty words, as he adds to his list.
How many rose has been withered by your hands, Daniel?
As you claimed you got the biggest stick that can hit anyone's shit,
I wonder why you keep on doing this
Inspite of being smart to some words that you speak in ease?
(To a man who speaks nasty and boast his manhood with pride...ha ha! Cut it off, if you can't use it properly and w/o dignity!)
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