I've seen Alice and she's wonderful, told me I can jerk off wherever I want.
The queen of hearts is a bitch, but the Mad Hatter is the boss.
Just smile like the cat and tell them all to fuck off!
All with peace and respect of course.
After writing this I felt comfortable in my darkness, I had a dog to drop back and took my push bike to enjoy it.
Riding along thinking all sorts of song, making my them my own knowing I'm in the zone.
I waited at the fourway junction, the lights turned and we pedalled on. Noticed a big chap walking with his son, I admire the tattoos and slowly passed them in front of a shop.
To my sensitive ears I heard his words "I don't give my money to a dirty Packey, if I can help it"
I scoffed in shock, he laughed and pointed thinking I was on his side. I made sure to turn and say that was just rude mate, nothing more you can do when a customers dog is with you.
So now it gets to the moment I am free to do as I please, do I take the quicker way back or do I go back to see if the gentleman is still walking the street.
I decide to do it but I've made it clear, I'm not to say a word unless a response is needed. There I go on my way and of course he was walk back, I managed to give him just the corner of my eye.
We met back at the junction, he passes me on my right. I'm going through the middle, he's crossing the other way.
Just before the green man goes, he turns around to ask what my problem is!
As clear as a whistle I tell him it is him, you are a racist my friend.
Shouting I can't hear you, I told him he belongs in the 50s. Of course now he hears and replied "fuck you, you fucking hippy" I said well done your still a fucking racist.
At this point is he was nearly on the other side, I was in the middle of the road. To then say "why don't you come here and say that!" suddenly he'd ticked my box, I turned and quickly got to his side of road.
I asked if I'd like to discuss the comments that I heard, why are you still walking away. He replied come follow me around the corner so I can beat the shit out of you, you cunt! All while holding this young lads had ( about age 7 or 8), as he colourful language shocked a lady and with two child. I let her know why he was shouting, she said well done I don't like those words either.
I'm finally a peace with my dark side that I would of gone round that corner to let him try to play out his role, as I am comfortable in my shoes and it's to say what fuck I want.
As I do give a fuck, about everyone and everything. I'm not afraid to be your shadow or light in the moments of healing, it takes a village to raise children.
Showing the bad try to be good, wishing they could. The good try to be bad, to see if they would.
It's not the dog in the fight but the fight in the dog, when you think, talk and feel all the same. That's when you become the sea of change, raise your own bar every single day
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I had a different writing for toady but after what happened yesterday, I thought I would post this for my 444 poetic post! This is why I write to share the dark and the light, never to give up my fight. This ain't just music, it's a way of life
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Cats and dogs! An anti-social cat at the start of your poem. (oohh).
Too much F and B from people can show laziness, I think - just not bothering to find suitable alternative words.
Words are just words, it's the energy and vibration behind. I have no problem until they teach hate, its not antisocial if you stand like a tree, smile as a cat and follow nobody.
Thank you for time
Always appreciated
Some will only see your words and not your meaning today Dan. Sadly swear words shut peoples minds to the main point, i don't know whether they are narrow minded or just thick.
You are right to be angered by such thoughtless people as the individual you describe. Within our peaceful and reasoning mind there remains a link to the flight or fight instinct and this guy as you said 'ticked your boxes'. Good on you for not letting the oaf think such behaviour is acceptable and good on you for drawing the line which you were not prepared to cross because of your own self respect.
Then some will see it perfectly, your words are like fresh air my friend.
Thank you, always appreciated.
Thank you for standing up for racial injustice...I have a mixed family. There are a lot of racists here and it angers me so.......much respect!
Love that breath, just call it out and watch the fight in them self as they are the minority now.
We are the many, they are the few. I won't use what I was taught but I'll show you what I feel!
Your such an amazing muse, this could be another tattoo lol
I am going through such a struggle right now, you just made me feel bright and happy! Thank you Dan!!
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I love this, a great poem with an even greater message. I struggle with following a story when writing poems so it was nice to see you do it perfectly. Racism is still alive when it should have been dead long ago. Keep on writing and sharing these messages that need to be heard my friend.
Well in perfectly me and just writing, moments mixed with feelings. I got told it was poetry but I'm just try to not get a lobotomy.
Say what you think and speak what you feel, we are the story that needs to be revealed.
Yes it should be gone, the only thing we can do is keep writing on.
Always appreciate your time my friend
Much peace and respect
Racism and bad language just will not go away.
A few years ago I was visiting my Mum in her apartment when I saw two guys walking up the road with their young boys, probably brought them from school and every other words was the f word.
Good write Dan, good on you for sticking up for the rights of man.
Thank you my friend, its not that swearing bothers me but then energy behind it!
But down right spilling hate, you'll here me say we ain't living that way!
Always appreciated
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