Love and Hate, Monuments Often Born From the Cold
Love And Hate, Monuments Often Born From The Cold
Love and Hate, monuments often born from cold
Truth is wisdom in the restless frigid air
Each rides on a consuming storm of the bold
With tributes often given whether wrong or fair!
Love, sings on a lofty cloud of pure delight
Complete with a heartache and stolen Soul
Like a magic rainbow just coming into sight
Wisdom and Folly both rest within the same bowl!
Hate, rides aloft in a forceful crashing wind
The product of emotions flying high and deep
So very often with no bottom and without end
A nightmare that crashes out from a dark sleep!
Truth, the light that cast out darkened Hate
A soothing breeze cruising in on a hot day
If found, the saving is never bad or too late
Instead path found to Love and Live another way!
Robert J. Lindley. 06-20-2015
Note: Do not blame me, my muse beat on me until I relented
and hammered this one on out.
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