Cure for Hatred

There is no cure for hatred
Not through offense
Given or taken
Put up or torn down
Tears can’t wash beneath the skin
Nor can burns heal the same
The sickness in the branches
Can’t be trimmed by the mere leaves
Setting fire to the sickly crops
Still leaves the field aflame

This is how hatred works
It takes what you have
And what you need
Rots it
Burns it
And hungrily breathes in a final breath
A dark cloud of hearts and minds
Cooked to perfection in stolen hellfire
The last thing hatred feels
Is it’s own extinguishing
But not before it consumes and destroys
Everything else




I see the future so ideal
But it’s divided from the real
All the spending and saving
No joy or misbehaving

Placing the cards
For a game of dice
I imagine a life
Which I’ve grown to need
But when I look to the faces
I see them, and hers, but not me

I crave fast moments filled with fire
Yet I hoard funds with letdowns
In the coffin of desire
Burying the dead
As if they would wake

Yet these yet-to-be dreams
Fall apart at the seams
For it could all end in fire and silence
In three minutes
Not thirty years

So the life that I’m seeing
Is fleeting
And fading
From the life of a being
Born into beating and breaking
Robbing and raping
Torn up and fractured
Between fleeing and taking
I don’t have 30 years
For a future that’s faking
So I’ll set those dreams ablaze
Settling for escaping



She’s got an ace of spades
A face of stone
A knuckle busted on an earring
She’s got that careful eye
Numerical mind
She knows just when that ace is nearing
She’s got a heart of gold
But it’s been anted
And now the tables slowly clearing
For luck runs out
The bars are dimming
And gambling hearts
Aren’t always winning



Wrapping tight around her chest
My compliments will stay
There, soft upon her silken breast
Hugging her breath away

Her face so flushed
Her posture straight
She coyly walks away
Yet I see the truth
Her neck so blushed
She’s calling me to stay