10/22/09

the root of hate, is an evil so great.
one associated with bad, i'd call it so sad.
it's origin 2 do with envy, jealousy so plenty.
but at times so gently, come from a heart so lefty...
off to the left, so unsure,
that of self comes from, one so insecure.
the admiration so low, thyself wish to glow.
sparkle like a star, like the sight of a doe,
shine like the beauty that we you all know.
but such patience comes rare, a great pain we so share.
that shades us in green, not of money but mean.
a certain emotion if you will,
becomes mindstate without thrill.
a sense of monotony with a lack of sheen,
a car with no gleam.
the 2 coated bear with no plant,
scholar with no grant.
a puzzle piece to be found,
another mass walking the ground.
a feeling in which comfort is without,
the cringing taste within self doubt.
to believe that the other to adore,
thineself so much more.
a fixture of a lamp, a journey of a whore,
the shade of a goddess, silhouette of a bore.
but such an outcome of avoidance gives a low score,
goaling to close such a chapter with no blood or gore.