Superficial smiles walk around all days, believing that they are invincible.
How do we know that by looking like we know all of everything,
When we are ignorant of those who walk in oppression
and discrimination all the time?
How can we say that we are love when
we practice the most hated form of love
(called lust/abuse/power/control?)
than other countries to our own people?
I
Hatefully,
The glare from the rock shed darkness upon my essence.
The knife I threw couldn’t reach.
My emotions raw from existence shared times of grief;
hateful was the time of glowing embers
Burning a hold on the earth not knowing…
Killing the eyes with peer pressure was the
Knock of the trees
Strangling the Clocks in Motion by
Stranding the ones with someone else into oblivion;
No one could speak-
No one could know-
No one had a reason-
They just blonde hair and no clothes …
Separation was no longer…
Truth, though was there-
the dark was the light and the opposite was too…
To heck with the drab, on with the new arrival of lust…
because without clothes what are the people to do? Die? No of course not; they would never do that…
but there is an open knowing now that hate is "supposedly" gone
but is love really that real?
