"Destined Minds"

HATE

Hate will make you bitter
from the inside, out

Hate will make you whither
for all the lies you spout

Hate that once your friend
will bring you to your knees bitter end

Hate will become your enemy
for all of your complacancy

so quickly remove the garment
let your heart breath the light
remove the darken sackcloth
and let the evil flee from sight

HATE, HATE, HATE,
I hate, wicked tongue of evil state

HATE, HATE, HATE
I hate, you with a vegence

that my wickered heart remorses not
and my hate I cannot relent for I despise
all you stand for - for I am nothing like you.

My wickered tongue will not relent
till my appetite is satieted in your demise
and though I spout as truth, fools will believe my lies

fool the wicked woman of hate
did not see the end of coming
and her one true friend of truth
did not raise a finger to yield
loves saving grace

and so the friend standing at Heavens door
began to sob the silent sobs
they soon began a streaming roar
as this frightened soul realises
that hate was not a friend

Maree Long
(c)Maree Long 2008

FOOTNOTE: This piece was written after witnessing
a severe spate of trolling and harrassing - I have never
witnessed such unrepentant hate so rampant as others
joined the bandwagon. And not one of her friends
tried to reign her in whilst yet others gladly joined in.

A true friend will not let their friend hate so
turning a blind eye but with compassion and conviction
let the friend know they have gone astray...

EMPTY SPACES

absorbs not the unforeseen
so critical the judgment anesthetized to all around
such empty spaces that lack the sensitivity
that sees not the pain and senseless shock

an empty chest this spacial room
destitute of sincerity and sense
so hollow and vane producing nothing of worth
unfrutiful this tree and empty the vine

empty the space that discharged into the ocean
all that was once good for it's own self
gratification leaving fallen all in it's wake
the womb empty of life as the mind empty spills its strife

vacuous the empty void stares blankly
barren of all goodly insight
and bare the closet of the mind
that has nothing hung on its hangers

so beware of empty spaces for what might
seek to creep and rest therein and
fill your heart and soul with goodness
from the heavens that God has sent

lest you become that empty vessel controlled
by the seed of nature of the like of which
you have not known, that sin and evil reigns
taking hold and there resides to be watered and grown

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
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