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Love/Hate It is a statutory thing eating humble pie Crumbling falls to ground more used to blood Than feeling morning dew. We have known the mutuality taken brotherhood/sisterhood in it. Flocked in bird time gathering unsobered joy of sober thought. And known a twilight of flight hindering each other's passageway To stars secretly closer than noisy thought. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2008-03-20 01:27:45
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
James,
What I 'get' from this is most likely not your intent:
I feel loving is such a thing as murder.
It is very good in it's purity, as is 'Jesus Christ'.
But they both have the Ability to be used as a devastating weapon.
So much is done in the name of both, which completely annihilate
their true purity of purpose.
Love is almost a hated/feared word with all the expectations......put upon it.
I think if we could love or hate whichever and admit it without all the baggage.......we
could all touch the stars.
I believe in love but minus all the expectations. It just is what it is!
Love and Christ need not be murdered daily.
We need to give ourselves a break..........and be free to be.
Dellena