ReICaShar
Feb 25, 2003, 05:47 PM
Hey guys, I'm not like a poet or something but i just got inspired to write this and I wanna know what you think of it. Please tell me what you think.
Hate is, the opposite of love,
like a black sheep dove, crawling from
the darkness, spawned from the evil feelings us humans create, and wonder why?
Why we wait for the savior to save us, before we meet the grave end.
Why we can?t be flexible and blend
in like a chameleon, chillin?
in our sorrow while we wait, but
for what, we ask, hoping to
see, for the first time, un-blinded by the hate, the
secrets of the universe, forbidden
by the ways of God, to keep us from fearing what we don?t know,
see, hear, or understand, for we know not what we do,
while the hate is growing inside the masses,
like a silent killer, hate takes
another underground, six feet deep,
and for what? For this burden
called hate, the big mistake he
didn?t account for in his plan,
great, for our fate sealed from
the bait panted to the woman
from the snake. I try to shake
it off but it?s everywhere I turn
I see the hate, push comes to shove,
they shot the dove that we so much
love, though we hate it so,
hate keeps us alive, strive to survive,
for the thrill that this body gives
me, on the edge like an
adrenaline rush, jump off the ledge of reality, spinning out of control,
the battle for my soul. But yet still, we
wait for the hate to explode, like St. Helens,
blow us to the Heavens, where we could all
rejoice in the simplicity of new life and
smile down. Down through the
depths, looking for the next
new thing, what sets us apart, new fashion,
flavors like the kool-aid you used
to drink on Sunday after church
with ?J?, still not understanding why
little Joy had to die as a little boy turned into the ?man?-iefested
hate, but still I sit and wait
for my angel to come back to
me. Seeing clearly now, brain
un-clouded by hate, God tells me
Joy is back in my life, and to
see her I wait without hate.
Hate is, the opposite of love,
like a black sheep dove, crawling from
the darkness, spawned from the evil feelings us humans create, and wonder why?
Why we wait for the savior to save us, before we meet the grave end.
Why we can?t be flexible and blend
in like a chameleon, chillin?
in our sorrow while we wait, but
for what, we ask, hoping to
see, for the first time, un-blinded by the hate, the
secrets of the universe, forbidden
by the ways of God, to keep us from fearing what we don?t know,
see, hear, or understand, for we know not what we do,
while the hate is growing inside the masses,
like a silent killer, hate takes
another underground, six feet deep,
and for what? For this burden
called hate, the big mistake he
didn?t account for in his plan,
great, for our fate sealed from
the bait panted to the woman
from the snake. I try to shake
it off but it?s everywhere I turn
I see the hate, push comes to shove,
they shot the dove that we so much
love, though we hate it so,
hate keeps us alive, strive to survive,
for the thrill that this body gives
me, on the edge like an
adrenaline rush, jump off the ledge of reality, spinning out of control,
the battle for my soul. But yet still, we
wait for the hate to explode, like St. Helens,
blow us to the Heavens, where we could all
rejoice in the simplicity of new life and
smile down. Down through the
depths, looking for the next
new thing, what sets us apart, new fashion,
flavors like the kool-aid you used
to drink on Sunday after church
with ?J?, still not understanding why
little Joy had to die as a little boy turned into the ?man?-iefested
hate, but still I sit and wait
for my angel to come back to
me. Seeing clearly now, brain
un-clouded by hate, God tells me
Joy is back in my life, and to
see her I wait without hate.