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