So Much Better To Love
by David Lester Young
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
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One character torn into another in pain,
Each word torturing another harder
Penetrating concentrated bitterness,
Building up a storm electro-statically,
Electrifying charges thundering inside,
Roaring upon clouds ‘n dynamic verses.
Venting so much misery, it erupts so
Violently spewing volatile acidity,
Eating away at the core of civility,
Digging out words that scream into you,
Crawling nails into a skin of feeling
Of a meaning squirming inside out.
Power of pure hate eating away a soul,
Consuming one in a cancerous growth,
Devouring need to destroy everything,
Lashing whip of one’s words on others,
Self-destructing core of non-existence,
To cry one’s emotions upon prayers.
Then to receive shock treatment reality
Upon a miracle of changing personality,
Hate slowly dispersing upon whimpers.
A storm has ebbed, the hurricanes wrath
Upon divine truth residing within oneself
That every living thing has its purpose.
Knees that reached out in desperation,
Finding solace upon signs of redemption,
Tears of hate finding ones of compassion.
Stained glass rainbow enlightenment
From imagery of heartbeats breathing,
Believing upon new inside tranquility.
How easy storming words can come alive,
And just as quickly can weather in peace.
For one must truly love oneself foremost
Upon mirrored image within self-respect,
Being shared with hugs inside from above.
It’s too easy to hate, so much better to love!
Negativity reversed, so positively unique
Upon sunshine healing every element of
Dark shadows being enlightened so clear.
Note: One must believe the path inside is on a trail of inner tranquility of inner wealth of purpose. The thorns will bleed inside you in such pain, but the healing must also come from deeper inside one’s commitment, with more determination, for once you let others terminate you, then all is lost. I am the terminated poet, for this phrase will drive me forward, when others tried to terminate my spirit. I guess one must have to believe even in today’s America, deep inside oneself that climbing the mountain can be accomplished inside a soul with purpose. I struggle with my own fears and demons, but am guided from a spirit that was born inside me that one must struggle upon one’s path. Bless you, for we are all here to accomplish the impossible. Thanks for a sister, who is hugging me inside her faith in me, and those friends that put up with my many faults. After all poets are better lovers anyway, than terminators!
D.Lester 01/24/06 ©
Terminated poet, somewhere in America not on company time.
davelyoung1.hotmail.com poem for the ride upon America’s spirit