criticism

# MY PHILOSOPHY

What kind of society have we become? Is this the start of our demise?

When so many people for no reason berate and criticize?

 

What good is criticizing just to criticize? Does it help the human race?

How does anger, spite and bitterness make the world a better place?

 

People have become aggressive as they take to the internet’s streets

Hiding behind the anonymity of their hahstags and their tweets.

 

While sitting safely behind their devices without a thought or care in the world

Insults can be tossed out, people bullied...obscenities hurled.

 

They are aggressive, contentious and hostile as these abuses and barbs they throw

I’m not sure why in a world that needs kindness they choose to let anger flow.

 

It must be easier to say hurtful things, to forget that manners should apply,

Than it is to be kind, and generous, but for the life of me I don’t know why.

 

Our language is filled with words of love and caring, words that often bear repeating.

Words of friendship, support and tenderness, these are the words we should be tweeting.

 

If my parents were alive today I know they’d be appalled

For I was taught if I have nothing good to say, I should say nothing at all.

 

As I was composing this I thought to myself, surely it’s foolish to be devising

A poem that criticizes the people criticizing!

 

But when a person criticizes to be hurtful, mean or cruel

When they don’t think of other people’s feeling, it is that person who’s the fool.

 

I agree with the Dalai Lama who says what a wonderful world this would be

 

If helping others was our goal and kindness... # my philosophy.

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What Doubt?

You were ever so curious,
And at first this made me furious.
Until i realized you were serious.
...so I handed you the book waiting for a "holy shit you're delirious."

And now I look away waiting for a response.
but all I hear nothing, the silence just haunts.
And in my head I start thinking "is it really that bad?"
Because I doubt it's all that good, I mean, my thoughts are too sad.
And with the suspense eating away at my mind,
I turn to your face and what do I find?

I find the most intense look in your eyes,
like trying to focus on a single star in the nights skies,
But instead they're fixed upon the words I wrote down,
and that's when I noticed you found these words profound.

And when you told me you wanted to read another,
I figured I'd try to find one not about hating my mother.
That's when you found my fear in god,
And I knew you'd think it was somewhat odd,
But you never once had a doubt,
And that gave me a lot to think about.

Am I headed to heaven or hell?
Right now I cant tell.
But I'd rather not be able to tell than think I'm still damned to hell.

All I know is that when I'm at life's end,
I'd be leaving behind a great friend.

 

-The Coward

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