closed hearts say
why we'd never write hate poems
you haters, we are holier than thou, we're separate
we ride the bandwagon on the engine of the law of attraction like it's the only tenet of spiritual truth
we hide non-verbal filth with gorgeous words and overact emotions, swinging our hands, we raise our rehearsed voices ‘cause our intention
might not itself just be a dart that hits the tender centre
we must dress it up
and if we think all this
we rarely say it
because the knowledge by itself wins us the competition and damned be we if even for a second we let this everything we think this way pour out, then, we would look just like the haters, them - not so different, judgmental, angry, spiteful, vengeful, egotistic, proud, and human
we'd be the conscious mirrors, then
why would we want such horrible positions?
those haters,
they're so unconscious
they have free will but opt for darker paths
they try so hard to shock, advise, and judge
they brought the world to this unholy state
they do it all for image, attention, control
and that popularly grandest scapegoat -
religion, they look so strange, therefore,
they're evil, they, they, they …
we!! must be their change
because they're not pure beauty
as they are
the preachy, cocky, self-righteous
moralistic, too deep for comfort ones
who talk about themselves too much
live in their heads, are too subjective
not humorous (at certain times)
the quiet introverts who don't say hi
the shy ones who know well their faults
accustomed to hearing them steadily pointed out
as points they need to alter, the ones who learned
to keep these demons as they are, as tools, as swords
to raise awareness that our universe is dual
and stays this way until all of us see it honestly
as such and still choose love without conditions
these outcast souls deserve our loving too
brace yourselves the final sentence is taboo
imperative
don't be afraid to love those who are different
because they might have already mastered loving you
