Poems about hate

When we dream,
Is our conscience present?
Do we have any sense of morality?
Or are we just animalistic drones
That construct our own ideal world
In which we have no consequences?
I like to think that someone else
Is the captain of the ship
That sails my dreams,
And that I'm just along for the ride-
That I'm just a shadow,
And not the wolf.

Grab me by the collar of my shirt
And guide me from the uncertainty.
Ultimately I believe that you have
As much worth as you want to give yourself.
As many prizes as you want to receive.

There should be endless oceans
To fill your reservoir to the brim,
Waiting for you when you wake up.
I wish I could give the sun
From my world
To lighten up your dark sky.
I wish I had a sun
To give in the first place.

Take hold of my fleeting hope
And run with it forevermore.
Grasp onto what floats
Gently through the breeze.
You will never know
When a sudden gust will strip you
Of that opportunity once presented.

When you grab onto my collar,
I will resist.
When I assess myself as day is done,
I become stingy.
I will never give to myself.
I only hate.

I hate poetry.
I think it's a waste of time.
Trying to think of ways to say things.
And then to make them rhyme!
Some poems are dark and artsy.
Some poems make you laugh.
Some poems make you think or cry.
And some poems are plain ol' crap.
Some poets wear thin mustaches.
Some poets wear fancy hats.
Some poets make up their own words.
Some gilberty hilberty crat.
But I'll tell you this my friend.
That there's nothing in the world more truer.
I'd rather pick up a pen and write.
Than pick up a shovel and move manure.

Ah, hypocrital hounds haunt hallowed grounds
Beneath a steeple, plague your people
Worse than drink, sex or the needle

Preach of Heaven above, but ya got no love
For nobody who don't fly straight as a dove,
'cause who cares iF LGBT's got it rough?

Damn, how you pray for the freaks to go away
Ask Dr. God to cure their disease,
For surely the sinners are sick as can be

Can you tell me why all the bigots scream
Whenever a heretic has a hellish dreams
Where instead of persecuted, they're free

A horse is a horse, of course of course,
And wearing short shorts makes you a whore
This ain't Hell, but beware what Church has in store

I thought about
Him
Again today and then
I thought of that one saying,
"never give up on someone you can't go a day without thinking about"
And i wanted to scream
Fuck you
To that thought.
Because sometimes
Those people,
The ones you always think of,
Are exactly the ones that need to be
Given up
On

ЂњNow there is a final reason I think that Jesus says, "Love your enemies. " It is this: that love has within it a redemptive power. And there is a power there that eventually transforms individuals. Just keep being friendly to that person. Just keep loving them, and they can't stand it too long. Oh, they react in many ways in the beginning. They react with guilt feelings, and sometimes they'll hate you a little more at that transition period, but just keep loving them. And by the power of your love they will break down under the load. That's love, you see. It is redemptive, and this is why Jesus says love. There's something about love that builds up and is creative. There is something about hate that tears down and is destructive. So love your enemies. "

You're saying that you sympathize
But i can see the pity in your eyes

Don't get me angry, because I don't go hulk green
My soul will just turn black and I will become obscene
What solid of your temple body will come crashing down
For word by word, murderous intent pure evil profound
I will be the gateway, to your living hell
As now cast this, the darkest of spells

Your insults have fallen on molten lava
The tears of your mother and father
A reptile with jagged tail are you
Your teeth dipped in wicked venom
Go back to that filth ridden chamber whence you came
To the cell next to the Devil, that shell called shame

Mister Hate, no mercy as all is too late

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris