~Hate only Inspires Hate~
If Love is a liquid that can fill one's heart fuller
and fuller
until it overflows
then what is hate?
Although not the opposite word, it is,
at least for me,
the opposite emotion...
For Love is like warm sunshine sprites
and a cool flooding of a waterfall;
It is like the sweetest juice
and the most sumptuous food
while still being free and intangible.
Love is the flutter of a butterfly's wings
and the halt of the coldest rain
and never just one thing
but everything all at once.
But Hate?
It is an illness, the very disease that eats our bones and body.
For it empties Hope so slowly but so completely
until what's left is not only an empty vessel
but an imploded one.
Hate is dark space that is not just
devoid of light
but is dripping with itself,
a darkness that is as deep
as it is long
which echoes for miles.
When Love has run dry
and Hope goes too
all that is left is disdain
and the monster that we call Hate.
When Love is in question
even the light of good memories can blink out
making one blind to the bright,beautiful colors
that once blossomed around us.
Unlike Love,
Hate does not inspire Good,
it does not fill a person
but instead bleeds them dry
of everything that is real and beautiful.
If Love is sweet, vivid colors,
then Hate is the absence of all hues~
If a painter were to try to capture it
on a blank canvas,
it might have no color,no shape or even a shadow.
It would simply remain a blank canvas
yet be heavy will all things angry.
And where Happiness and Love
could have many titles,
Hate would have only one~
Hate.
~Stacy J Roosa
8/15/2010
© 2010 Stacy J. Roosa (All rights reserved)
and fuller
until it overflows
then what is hate?
Although not the opposite word, it is,
at least for me,
the opposite emotion...
For Love is like warm sunshine sprites
and a cool flooding of a waterfall;
It is like the sweetest juice
and the most sumptuous food
while still being free and intangible.
Love is the flutter of a butterfly's wings
and the halt of the coldest rain
and never just one thing
but everything all at once.
But Hate?
It is an illness, the very disease that eats our bones and body.
For it empties Hope so slowly but so completely
until what's left is not only an empty vessel
but an imploded one.
Hate is dark space that is not just
devoid of light
but is dripping with itself,
a darkness that is as deep
as it is long
which echoes for miles.
When Love has run dry
and Hope goes too
all that is left is disdain
and the monster that we call Hate.
When Love is in question
even the light of good memories can blink out
making one blind to the bright,beautiful colors
that once blossomed around us.
Unlike Love,
Hate does not inspire Good,
it does not fill a person
but instead bleeds them dry
of everything that is real and beautiful.
If Love is sweet, vivid colors,
then Hate is the absence of all hues~
If a painter were to try to capture it
on a blank canvas,
it might have no color,no shape or even a shadow.
It would simply remain a blank canvas
yet be heavy will all things angry.
And where Happiness and Love
could have many titles,
Hate would have only one~
Hate.
~Stacy J Roosa
8/15/2010
© 2010 Stacy J. Roosa (All rights reserved)
Beautiful my little one...very deep, very thought provoking but most of all so very ,very true...sad but true.
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