Stereotype
We stereotype each other.
We bully each other.
We hurt each other so much...
That we drive people to commit suicide.
That is murder.
It is not an accident.
It is not the victim's fault.
It is the fault of all those that forced him/her to lose hope.
To lose the will to live.
That is the most cruel thing that humans could possibly do to each other.
Labels
Fat
Skinny
No!
I’m me
White
Black
No!
I’m me
Smart
Stupid
Rich
Poor
No!
I’m me
Labels
Narrow one’s perspective
Of the world
People
Put others into boxes,
Never to be opened
A behavior
Learned from generation
To generation
We
Are all in someone’s
Box, as they are in ours
Hate
Prejudice
Ignorance
Fear
Break open
The boxes
See others
For who they are;
Fellow Humans;
You, Me
We are NOT
Fat, skinny
White, black
Smart, stupid
Rich, poor
We are
You,
Me,
Humans,
Life,
Love
We Pretend
Worst things humans do,
is to make a song and dance of love,
we overrate the sex
"Look at me,"
says the wise little flea.
"I do it easily."
Reddest roses, shiny stars.
Trial and errors, Smoke and mirrors.
Penitent chocolate all so fine,
in forgettable spaces to wine and dine.
If Romeo-Juliet survived
would Shakespeare a comedy revive?
Erecting pedestals and monuments
we watch them crack like thin veneer.
The fling of accusations
of crimes unforgivable.
Forgot Saint Valentine?
The sting of omissions
Is only noise
in retrospect.
Hallmark of companies
purveying dreams in finest cards,
today's cost of guilt lies in the trip.
The briefest lingerie
pulls the maxi cover-up.
Honesty's wrapped in well-worn PJs,
sincerity lives in grandma bloomers,
Despite pesky wedged-in thongs,
Truth is derisive dismission.
Accentuate performance,
trade pleasure for much pressure.
He wills to “see Alice,”
standing firm on that blue pill.
Oh, what a chore,
this pharma panacea!
Real wood is that oaken bed,
where one perfect night
c-o-m-e-s
with
rest
and a resounding snore.
Truth be told,
’tis much simpler being a bore.
It’s all is done,
when realization dawns.
Left with a spin,
a tangled weave.
It’s a web of deceit.
Warps of Illusion,
wefts of delusion,
and we call this fabric Love?
Worst thing humans do,
is to make song and dance of love.
Assassins of Truth, wilful victims.
It’s evolutionary propaganda.
We’re put here to procreate.
And that’s how we recreate,
recreate this wretched race.
Disclaimer: These words come from an eternal romantic.
An Introduction
Is there hope for mankind, so depraved?
Is there light in a world full of darkness;
Death filling hearts and young, their graves?
Will it end and find, someday, its due justice?
I cringe to think the worst finds place in me
A trait of which, humanity, I’m part
What holds back the tides of hate at sea;
Can the shore be the love within my heart?
It’s written “love your neighbor as yourself”
Yet, seldom do I see the kindness kill
Does the worst stem from hatred of ourselves;
Self loathing till the hatred finally spills?
The worst that a human does in hate
Hate for self, his creator and others
Acknowledging our helpless human state;
Is the best that a human has to offer
It’s often said that, “love is the answer”
As if we loved more we’d outweigh the hate
But who could love me; a wretched sinner;
Born into the curse of mankind’s fate?
It’s prideful to think we hold the cure
For disease that has lived as long as man
Having hearts that are deceitful and impure
Spinning wheels as if to think we somehow can
Yes, indeed, we need to love one another
But broken, each, we are in our condition
Dare I think, my strength, love I’ve discovered
To Love, everyone needs introduction
That’s the Worst Thing I could Do
How do you hurt someone?
What is the most fragile part of their being?
Find that one spot,
Where when you poke it,
Everything crumbles.
Their confidence,
Their will,
Their energy,
All of it crumbling.
You build them up,
Make them believe that everything will get better.
Then,
With no warning,
You rip it away from them,
Push them,
So that they’re left falling into the darkness.
They grasp on to anything.
Anything that will take their mind off of it for a minute,
That’s enough for them.
Eventually,
They can’t handle the memories,
The hopelessness,
The fear,
So they drown themselves to find an escape.
The 8th Commandment
Thou shalt not steal is the 8th commandment given to humankind. Eventhough it is 8th on the list it is first in importance. All of the worst things humans do to each other can be avoided if people kept this commandment. You're probably asking yourself, "how is stealing the worst thing humans do to each other? Stealing money or goods is bad enough, but it's the intangible things that can be stolen which are most important. Idolatry is the stealing of God's glory. Lying is the stealing of truth. Adultery is the stealing of one's love. Killing is the stealing of one's life. Rape is the stealing of one's innocence.
Break Us Down
Thrive on pain
Inflict suffering
Against us
And for us
All things are weapons to us
To break a soul down.
The good pass
We forget their ways
Speak kindly
And often
Instead we torture others
And for what, I ask?
A brief peace
By passing our pain
How about
We offer
To lift each other higher?
Together, we may yet rise.
a letter to your autopsy report
detailing’s of your brain matter smattering our bed-room walls,
sheets I can no longer use; forced perspective—your remains,
nirvanas of the stars.
A lie. a lie that latches in vertebra of my spine:
brushing shoulders, contusions of breath –
stars collapse inward &
that was all you:
quantum entanglement of fist & stomach,
where bruise mapped universe converges our minds
time, reality to singularity.
I look through black-holed eyes,
trapped,
this apartment
temporal distortion flashes behind
my mind-eyed terror-ribbed fluttered pleas:
please stop,
please kiss me
please come, close the divide
promise it won’t happen again &
there are so many worse things to see,
I wanted to hold you close, despite them
or maybe, one day, to erase the gaps
lingering in my shadow’s wake
& I think you wanted that, too.
If there is no you anymore
I don’t get to hate you anymore.
If this divide, impenetrable
spans along the echo of promises unfulfilled
I will, from the ash, build my own bridge
& become someone more than the mess
you left behind so
thank you.
I think that’s the worst thing I could say.
