Split her open

Split her soul from her body

Split her mind in two

Not in some dark alley

But in the warmth of her own bed

Which she will later set alight

Weeping and wailing rape

Misplaced trust

A set of fragile fuckable bones

Just how bad could it be

She will never love again

We stereotype each other.

We bully each other.

We hurt each other so much...

That we drive people to commit suicide.

That is murder.

It is not an accident.

It is not the victim's fault.

It is the fault of all those that forced him/her to lose hope.

To lose the will to live.

That is the most cruel thing that humans could possibly do to each other.

Fat

Skinny

No!

I’m me

White

Black

No!

I’m me

Smart

Stupid

Rich

Poor

No!

I’m me

Labels

Narrow one’s perspective

Of the world

People

Put others into boxes,

Never to be opened

A behavior

Learned from generation

To generation

We

Are all in someone’s

Box, as they are in ours

Hate

Prejudice

Ignorance

Fear

Break open

The boxes

See others

For who they are;

Fellow Humans;

You, Me

We are NOT

Fat, skinny

White, black

Smart, stupid

Rich, poor

We are

You,

Me,

Humans,

Life,

Love

Worst things humans do,

is to make a song and dance of love,

we overrate the sex

"Look at me,"

says the wise little flea.

"I do it easily."

Reddest roses, shiny stars.

Trial and errors, Smoke and mirrors.

Penitent chocolate all so fine,

in forgettable spaces to wine and dine.

If Romeo-Juliet survived

would Shakespeare a comedy revive?

Erecting pedestals and monuments

we watch them crack like thin veneer.

The fling of accusations

of crimes unforgivable.

Forgot Saint Valentine?

The sting of omissions

Is only noise

in retrospect.

Hallmark of companies

purveying dreams in finest cards,

today's cost of guilt lies in the trip.

The briefest lingerie

pulls the maxi cover-up.

Honesty's wrapped in well-worn PJs,

sincerity lives in grandma bloomers,

Despite pesky wedged-in thongs,

Truth is derisive dismission.

Accentuate performance,

trade pleasure for much pressure.

He wills to “see Alice,”

standing firm on that blue pill.

Oh, what a chore,

this pharma panacea!

Real wood is that oaken bed,

where one perfect night

c-o-m-e-s

with

rest

and a resounding snore.

Truth be told,

’tis much simpler being a bore.

It’s all is done,

when realization dawns.

Left with a spin,

a tangled weave.

It’s a web of deceit.

Warps of Illusion,

wefts of delusion,

and we call this fabric Love?

Worst thing humans do,

is to make song and dance of love.

Assassins of Truth, wilful victims.

It’s evolutionary propaganda.

We’re put here to procreate.

And that’s how we recreate,

recreate this wretched race.

Disclaimer: These words come from an eternal romantic.

Is there hope for mankind, so depraved?

Is there light in a world full of darkness;

Death filling hearts and young, their graves?

Will it end and find, someday, its due justice?

I cringe to think the worst finds place in me

A trait of which, humanity, I’m part

What holds back the tides of hate at sea;

Can the shore be the love within my heart?

It’s written “love your neighbor as yourself”

Yet, seldom do I see the kindness kill

Does the worst stem from hatred of ourselves;

Self loathing till the hatred finally spills?

The worst that a human does in hate

Hate for self, his creator and others

Acknowledging our helpless human state;

Is the best that a human has to offer

It’s often said that, “love is the answer”

As if we loved more we’d outweigh the hate

But who could love me; a wretched sinner;

Born into the curse of mankind’s fate?

It’s prideful to think we hold the cure

For disease that has lived as long as man

Having hearts that are deceitful and impure

Spinning wheels as if to think we somehow can

Yes, indeed, we need to love one another

But broken, each, we are in our condition

Dare I think, my strength, love I’ve discovered

To Love, everyone needs introduction

How do you hurt someone?

What is the most fragile part of their being?

Find that one spot,

Where when you poke it,

Everything crumbles.

Their confidence,

Their will,

Their energy,

All of it crumbling.

You build them up,

Make them believe that everything will get better.

Then,

With no warning,

You rip it away from them,

Push them,

So that they’re left falling into the darkness.

They grasp on to anything.

Anything that will take their mind off of it for a minute,

That’s enough for them.

Eventually,

They can’t handle the memories,

The hopelessness,

The fear,

So they drown themselves to find an escape.

Thou shalt not steal is the 8th commandment given to humankind. Eventhough it is 8th on the list it is first in importance. All of the worst things humans do to each other can be avoided if people kept this commandment. You're probably asking yourself, "how is stealing the worst thing humans do to each other? Stealing money or goods is bad enough, but it's the intangible things that can be stolen which are most important. Idolatry is the stealing of God's glory. Lying is the stealing of truth. Adultery is the stealing of one's love. Killing is the stealing of one's life. Rape is the stealing of one's innocence.

Thrive on pain

Inflict suffering

Against us

And for us

All things are weapons to us

To break a soul down.

The good pass

We forget their ways

Speak kindly

And often

Instead we torture others

And for what, I ask?

A brief peace

By passing our pain

How about

We offer

To lift each other higher?

Together, we may yet rise.

detailing’s of your brain matter smattering our bed-room walls,

sheets I can no longer use; forced perspective—your remains,

nirvanas of the stars.

A lie. a lie that latches in vertebra of my spine:

brushing shoulders, contusions of breath –

stars collapse inward &

that was all you:

quantum entanglement of fist & stomach,

where bruise mapped universe converges our minds

time, reality to singularity.

I look through black-holed eyes,

trapped,

this apartment

temporal distortion flashes behind

my mind-eyed terror-ribbed fluttered pleas:

please stop,

please kiss me

please come, close the divide

promise it won’t happen again &

there are so many worse things to see,

I wanted to hold you close, despite them

or maybe, one day, to erase the gaps

lingering in my shadow’s wake

& I think you wanted that, too.

If there is no you anymore

I don’t get to hate you anymore.

If this divide, impenetrable

spans along the echo of promises unfulfilled

I will, from the ash, build my own bridge

& become someone more than the mess

you left behind so

thank you.

I think that’s the worst thing I could say.

we break each other

and we can be broken

in so many different ways

it's shattering bones and homes

cutting out hearts and honesty

whispering hate to wage wars

forcing bodies to fight

converting the damned

to become everything they are not

that is anything less than whole