Where does
it all come from?
All this
hate?
All this
anger toward each
other?
Don’t we
have more important
things to do
than to worry about
what that
woman is wearing,
what that
guy smells like,
who has what
sex organs,
what God is
THE God?
Why is it we
have so much time
for hatred,
but so little time for
love?
I hate
traffic, long lines, poor
communication,
misunderstandings,
drippy food
at a restaurant, broken
shoelaces,
bad TV reception, running
out of beer,
expensive cigarettes,
and being
told what to do.
That’s the
breadth of my hatred really,
I’m aware of
its futility and sometimes
ridiculousness,
I can laugh at myself for
my silly
hatreds. They are the mild
annoyances
of life that sometimes
deserve
scorn, but are in no way destructive.
I just want
to make time for love, in the
least beatnik,
hippie-ish way possible.
More like,
love is simply the way of the
world and
the thing we as people all have
the most in
common. Rather than hate.
I want to
love you. I want you
to love me
too.
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