I am not here for you.
My choice does not determine yours
and yours not mine.
How dare you say what I can and cannot say
you cannot tell me what I can tell you
but the opposite is obviously not true.
Where is the line between your free speech and mine?
The world might be better if all were kept silent
nothing seems gained by speaking
yet there seems to be no shortage of the droning.
The joke goes: How do you make a hormone?
Is it not inappropriate
to withhold her payment?
Is offense alone enough to silence an entire generation and beyond?
I surely hope not.
At least so long as free speech does not offend me.
When did the FCC receive permission to oversee what is best for mine and me?
And why does whining garner the most change?
When one is resolute in indignation is that worth all or nothing?
The hurt of one is equal to the hurt of all.
When ignorance breaks down to bawl the cold is felt through all.
Welcome
Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker
(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)
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