Love Vs. Hate

I wrote this poem after have a what at supposed to be a discussion but, devolved into that person insulting me and calling me names because I did not agree the them.

Hate Destroys the heart

Gives the person hated power over your feelings

Hate is easy and takes no real thought

Love heals the heart

Gives power power to those who love and those who are loved

Love is hard, it takes strength and encourages thought

Hate acts like a cancer

eating at your mind and body

Hate breeds more hate

Love cures all ailments

It fills the mind and body with hope

Love breeds more love

Why do we hate so much? Why can we not love more?

We should love the world

As we love ourselves

Spread the love to as many people as we can

Atheist Picnic in Syria

Absents of god, black and white to gray. Basking cement,
feet burn in an instant. Crimson sands crusade the west.
Driving lawnmower, fresh grass permeates the wind.
Evaluating resource wars, metalrockrapclassic.
Frantically savor, Jolly Rancher Bomb Pop.

Greenbacks coarseness, no warm huckster’s pockets.
Honorable people clamored in pain.
Intend no harm, sweet nectar peace abounds.
Jostling aroma grills, beefporkmesquite.
Killing rainbow faith swirl, no side trustworthy.
Lone bucket splash, knowledge wisdom anguish.
Medieval knights to manless birds swooping unknowns.
Nap cooks back like crustacean pot water boiled. Objective trying search prized metals Plato. Pushing peace talk selling weapons sultans cheer. Questing cold in swampy air makes skin moist.

Random music plays in the mind, silenced drivel. Syria split false dichotomy tares’
society. Table set aground, whiff munchies ants march.
Unraveled mysteries, grow louder when near. Vexed
rosy rage nearer two decades, no calm. Wind nips twilight,

near trees douse the sun. X-mark goal
carries like dandelion breeze. Yummy, marshmallow
chocolate and gram. Zonk, the cradle collapse under
black gold weight.

Clouds, Election, Depression

Apathy, dances rampant through the U.S.
Botched class selection stifles the voice.
Carrions, rancid stench in the heat of day.
Decadent tones of pain and sorrow, screech.
Every cloud thicker, darker, rain will fall.
False prophets sing as the damn nation cries.
Germinating seed crushed like, toes under car.
Horrendously sour is the tapestry of the sky.
Indigo carried in the following weeks.
Jester reeks high from the ass of gluttony.
Known is the kiss of wind wet and sloppy.
Low the heart is heard in a makeshift house.
Mental in a world showered in avarice.
No sweet hurrah in a hindered brain.
Open air, as the sun strains through.

Potent scent of success eludes him.
Quiet he speaks in words ambiguous,
Random cycles pains the joints of old men.
Salty is the wounds in my mind.
Tremendous calls a leader as a child rests in sand.
Undercooked, not on sidewalks, fried bacon.
Victorious she though while orange face strikes.
Wonderful fragrance of life peace, tranquility.
Xylophones chant in clearing the sky song.
Yarns spun soft for ignorant contentment.
Zenith of the sun sprinkles golden rays.