This is for all the men and women who hate me because they think I am not them.
They are men And they are women Both so alone And yet so far apart Sitting in their locked up lives Saddened by emptiness Not wishing to give in to hopelessness Gazing out the window across the expanse At the others greener grass Their wishes are no different From yours or mine Hoping to turn a dream Into reality Knowing there must be love Somewhere Beside that secret place Inside their head Wishing with all their might To just know the sweet expression of love You know these people You have loved them And hated them They have spit on you And kicked you But you, are better than that So you forgive them, always Offering them your shoulder to cry on Opening your hearts so they can relate You console and give gentle guidance Even when it hurts to do so You forget yourself So that they could be themselves Are they pathetic Or are you For you are we We are you You are them They are me I know the heart of the lonely For I am you
A detailed study of the origins of the New Alienation. The author labels it normative or postmodern ennui and traces its rise to cultural power over the last two centuries.
Black white (well sort of pinkish) etcetera, Christian Muslim etcetera, Hetero-Homo-Metro Sexual, Physical, Mental, Ow! Includes all human rights violations I could think of.
Gary
I actually doubt that there is someone who can forgive and still love those who kicked him and spit on him.
Very well written though
Nico
Love Tinka
((((Hugs))))
~Nikki~
Allen
dark poetry can be very liberating as it delivers blows
ordinarily never entertained
thanks,
donna.