heh. just know thy limits, and life is grand. that is all. some folks can deal with pushing the envelope farther than others. 'till we stop bleedin red, we are still human, and thereby flawed and at times callous. *sigh* we all need to pull together, work as a team, and become the mighty force we should have been centuries ago.
Originally posted by NunYahBidness
I've opted for the latter. But only to those that I've not offended by my off-colour remarks, e.g. some new posters.And, I shall keep it short, sweet, simple and dabbled with a pinch of salt for taste, but not too much so as to not ruin the flavour.
But this doesn't mean I'm throwing by the wayside my lovely banter neither....HAHAHA!!!
Originally posted by NunYahBidness
Please be advised, that I will no longer review any more pieces in this lovely forum but for one. Ya Krunk'd...tis true and sad, an undertaking that not even God would deem worthy. Having said that, I feel most of you that do post your work are not unlike mouldy bread. If you take the pieces out that you do not wish to eat, what have you left?The metaphor stands for those that can glean from it the hidden meaning. I only did what I did not out of spite for those that felt the sting of NunYah, but that is my way...albeit abrasive, but not spiteful. My sense of humour is my own and so it is that I must share with you poor unfortunate hapless souls. Life's too short for anyting else really.
But of late, it appears my replies are unwelcome and is likened to having salt rubbed on an open festering wound. But I must say this: For those that have said to me that poetry is not a career to be considered, so be it. But the pride for any artist either with words or paint is the ability to see what they lack and improve on it. He who travels on the road to mediocrity finds himself forever a repugnant site when facing the mirror. Art, for its sake is an extension of your life and/or a part of it. If you cannot improve on that, how then can you improve yourself. For art is you, and you are an art created by He.
So against my better judgement or lack thereof, I will not harangue those who do not wish to hear the truth, but rather prefer the glossy lie.
I would also like to make an apology. First to my mom, for having to carry me all those months, then spending four hours trying to get me out, much to my dismay. And to my dad, for not seeing what he was and is...the cheeky git. And mostly to me. For thinking I made a difference, but all this time she wanted it done doggy style. Love yah...peace out, and let's get jiggy widdit.
Be aware though, if I see you in the OTF...it's open season, and I'm DeNiro talking to myself in the mirror.
I hope my ignoring your reviews of my poetry has not contributed to your isolation, I just don't want to sound pompous. I really value your opinion, and wether it's blunt or encouraging I'm glad to hear it.
This is a warning to any new member who comes in here with the idea that they can be honest and blunt with their opinion:
FOR THE LOVE OF BABY JESUS, WALK AWAY! WALK AWAY NOW! YOU WILL BE BANNED, BANNED, BANNED! YOU ARE BAD! WALK AWAY! DON'T COME HERE WITH YOUR "OH, I DON'T LIKE THIS AT ALL CRAP!'! IT'S NOT WANTED! ALL WE WANT TO HEAR ARE EMPTY PLATITUDES! EMPTY! EMPTY! EMPTY! YEAH! WOOO! ETC...
Public service announcement over.