every 90 minutes another virtue poem; i'm nothing but trustworthy, a type of jeroboam that holds a lot of nothing in the bottle that's this blog -- where you can trust each poem won't be all that long a slog
every 90 minutes another virtue poem; i'm nothing but trustworthy, a type of jeroboam that holds a lot of nothing in the bottle that's this blog -- where you can trust each poem won't be all that long a slog
we tolerate most anyone who'll join in and discuss whatever might be on their mind -- if that agrees with us. for with our type of "tolerance" there's no one quite a hero, since now, we rarely use the word unless it's led by "zero" -- but maybe it's still possible to brook some disagreement: and let those others think their thoughts and just not be vehement
being thoughtful isn't easy; people really can be bears, but, we have to keep our heads, and not be taken unawares. so remember, when it's sticky, honey's better than a knife: just be thoughtful when you're able, and you'll lead a better life
according to this list
of positive character traits
i have been using,
being "social" is one of them.
i don't know;
i guess i'll take
their word for it.
the word has come to have
odd connotations;
as we are discouraged
from being social in any
of the traditional ways.
the preferred method of
being social today, is
to be what was called
anti-social just last year.
but anyway,
being social is a virtue,
because its on this list
and i couldn't have found the list
if someone hadn't been social enough
to post it.
so there.
it is a joy to be genuine, to love and freely show it; the let the world see the inner you is a gift when you bestow it for some are genuine in remorse, and others in complaining, but the truly sincere show everything and manage without feigning
it isn't thinking less of yourself it's forgetting to think about yourself at all
it's simple, really. isn't it? we each know, in our head, it's good to say what you will do, then do the thing you said
what does it take to persevere? why can some do it, while others can't? is it genetic? or how we're raised? is the soil, or type of plant? might we consider: it's both, and neither; circumstance has a role, as well -- what does it take to persevere? maybe somebody out there can tell

patience is useful, all the time, but very hard to practice, because it takes both letting go, and keeping on, at once. this isn't a thing we do that well: we lean more towards complaining, not dealing with the minutes that can soon turn into months -- but patience is something we like a lot when others have it for us: and so, by love's great symmetry, we should return, as well, the time and space it takes, some days, or years, for things to happen: to feel the magic, even, when we sit and wait a spell