Hate you for causing me pain, for being a fraud, for being a fake, for being a liar, and all the ways you are unloving and unkind.
Hate you for harming me, for causing me pain that can never be fixed, like a glass that breaks, the pieces of my life are broken and all over the place.
Hate comes in many forms, some hide and cause you pain with their vile words, some use force and cause damage, and others use ways that are hard to pinpoint.
Jesus told us to forgive, for they know not what they do, making us remember that some are lost in a hateful atmosphere.
God told us to love and to be respectful in all we do and follow the Ten Commandments, and that in the end justice will prevail, and we have no worries God is always near.
The feeling of hate can sit on us, placed on us by those that seek to harm us, and we can carry these all through our life, like a heavy weight that is tied around our waist.
So, move carefully and be aware not all are good, and some want to only harm.
May God remove all the hate from our lives and make our lives a living dream.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
(“Cheek to Cheek”, 2024, original encaustic)
My first memory of my mother
Is of being unloved.
Since then I’ve had three wives
But I don’t think any of them really loved me either
I say that because they all left me,
Or at least tried to once with my current one.
It makes me think I’m unloved
Simply because I don’t know how to,
But somehow that doesn’t sit quite right
Or ring true.
For I know what it is to love;
My mother, my father
Those three wives, and my three daughters,
Not to mention all the dogs
And a few of the cats along the way.
It makes me think maybe we are all challenged
When it comes to loving.
Maybe not the dogs, but certainly the humans.
And maybe this is because we think we have a choice
When love is really something
That simply happens to us and for us
Like a blessing, like grace
Like Sun melting into our upturned face
The touch of something warm and soft
In gentle cheek to cheek embrace.
Sometimes I think I am unloved, unloving,
Maybe unlovable
But then I remember the feeling…
(5/17/26)
Unloving is the opposition to God, God’s rules, and living good.
Unloving is when you have negative behaviors that cause others to follow and cause harm.
Unloving is bad, it can cause many negative things to happen, like death and destruction.
Unloving is real, it is told about in many ways, we can see it every day.
Unloving is like the opposite of good, they are opposers of each other.
Unloving is a person that lacks love, lacks forgiveness, lacks human qualities, lacks the desire to repent and do good.
Unloving is a person or group that has ways that make us feel afraid, they want to do harm, and change you into an unfeeling kind of slum.
Unloving makes a person unable to forgive, they want to spread their ways and cause harm in many ways.
So let's be aware of the scary, unloving ways, and pray for those who have lost their way to love.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Enveloped within the ambiance of night where the moonlight comforts my soul—the absence of anyone else around leaving me at peace.
“Stay for as long as you need to”, a quiet voice whispered, “for no one can hurt you here.”
In that moment, I felt safe and a sense of freedom to be just who I am.
Amongst those stars, I found refuge and a place that I could now call home—the hours of darkness redefining its reputation.
And within that time, I became grateful for the silence of not being ridiculed amongst a population that normalizes cruel intentions.
Leave me here and let society carry on, for when the sun takes its position in the morning, I'll be a memory that daylight was never meant to hold.
No one in these days truly knows just what real love is,
Because they were once barely loved by unloving people.
Instead of trusting new people, they wrongly deem love as evil.
Written: June 08, 2024
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I carefully molded the clay
Created from the depths of my soul
A structure that would allow me to shield
From the fear of unloving gazes.
Oh, what a vast structure I constructed
It would let me safely unravel
Avoid risks and fears
Beyond the perils of emotion
and fervent tears.
I felt chilly and lonesome in my cocoon
It was awaiting structure annihilation
Remove all barriers and discard them
I realized there had been a few
I was previously unaware of it.
I explicitly acknowledged it later
I ventured where I previously wouldn't
I'm immensely overjoyed
Since I gained a friend
We discussed every nuance
Except for the building's layout.
I died when my mom died, too young to know,
my dear nanny's sweet love sustained me then
For three short years, she was my dearest friend
She was an angel, helping me to grow
One day, she left and then I died again.
I was just five wondering what I'd done
I gained, unloving stepmom with a son
and I felt all life could do was just rain!
I did life over, but this time I sailed
I saw an opening and took a chance
Today, I die bits at each friend's demise
moments time stole, become faded and paled
I know I'll see friends, if only a glance.
I'll join their dance among clouds in the skies.
April 8, 2023
for 'I Died poetry contest'
by Craig Cornish
There used to be that “I can’t breathe without you kind of love”.
Where I’m your everything happiness
And you’re my absolute of everything in life.
But it has gone.
Gone
Gone
Gone
Now it’s just -
Because it needs to be…
What happened to us?
What went wrong to our deep true love?
It feels like it faded into a portal.
And land far far away.
Out.
Of.
Reach.
So we’re just here stuck.
In flesh, untouched.
Because that’s us now.
But you don’t know how my heart cries-
I want so much to love you, like the first time I ever felt my heart was so full of only you.
I want so much that your heart is incapable of unloving me.
I want so much to rewind back time to our firsts of happily moments and pause it there until it stretches it to our forever future.
I want so much for you to say,
I love you it hurts to live without you!
And I say
I
love
you
for
life!
Then you smile
I smile
We live happily ever after.
The
end.
Fin Chuuk
the wall separates
the inside
from the outside...
on one side
is wrong,
on the other side
it's crooked...
Who the wall builds,
imagine how well it does...
imagine sharing
bliss from evil, imagine, but
who is able...
There is a wall to separate
love things...
wall that separates
mind thing...
separates lives
out of fear,
separate people
for unloving...
the wall divides
life in two
sides:
the side of hiding
and the danger side...
the refuge side
and the side of the street...
one side of the wall
it seems right,
the other side
also...
no side
knows what's wealth...
if one is sure,
the other doubt
has not...
The truth is
all we have
walls... wall
built inside
of us...
we need to unbuild
this wall so that
let's not live
so alone...!
The moon, the ever-unloving moon
has nothing to say, and yet
we write sonnets and odes to it
and hardly one poem to the noble toad.
Gentle endearing creatures they are
and they sing freely and for free
to that uncaring moon.
Would it be too much to ask
for an occasional
midnight mass or requiem
for a deceased old horny toad
that had devoted every nocturnal hour
to sing so lustily to its Luna lit lover?
Would we appreciate the Mona Lisa
if her face resembled a moonscape,
would her beauty go uncaught
or if she had had the odd crater or wart?
I am strong today
I can look Life in the face
when she asks
What do you want of me?
and say
I don't exactly know;
I am searching, strong, and free!
Life leans back, she laughs;
Her green eyes glow
and she says to me
The search is long
the strong grow weak;
The unloved and unloving are the free!
And the mother in my head says told you so!
I regret having been born
to forlorn in this noxious, wicked world.
I distaste that I was born
in a biased, impovershirished, corrupt society.
I was born to careless; unloving parents.
I am living but unknown,
popular but uncounted.
No birth certificate to certify I am a living human being.
I am invisible to my State,
I am not included when they plan for others.
I regret having been born
in an abusive, malfunctional, disjointed society,
like that in which my mother slept unlettered.
A society where one aims to unnerves one for personal praise.
I curse the day that brought me to this world.
A world where life dictates my lifestyle,
A world where I am a victim of circumstances,
and my wits are buried in oblivion.
Africa is the cradle of mankind
yet her sons and daughters developed foreign lands first,
her children are haunted by these vicious cycles of poverty.
And now leaving Africa has been the African dream!
I wish was not one of these children.
I regret having been born;
To…believe the sky is the limit
when Armstrong’s feet stepped on the moon.
The wall separates
the inside and
outside...
On one side
the wrong,
on the other side
the crooked...
Who the wall builds,
realizes it's right..
intends to separate
the good from the bad, imagine
who is able...?
There is a wall that separates
love thing...
wall that separates
thinking thing...
separates lives
out of fear,
separates people
for unloving...
the wall divides
life in sides:
the hiding side
and the danger side...
the side of the refuge
and the street side...
The truth is that
all we have
walls... wall
built inside
of us...
we need to take down
this wall ,so that
we will not stay
solitary anymore !
Who asked you to visit me?
Even though you are not the dearest!
Why did you appear in the moment,
when I waited to cherish.
Don't you have common sense or logic for your purpose.
How would I make you understand that you are not my Guest to host.
You bring despair in my world, however, I refill the hope.
An angel amidst to heaven and hell, blocking my senses
holding in darkness, hours together,
Arrayed the faith of buoyancy
Making a path to dream the prospect
And keeping the breath warm.
Hey unloving pain, relieve me from your arms of senseless -
Go rest in peace.
Sagy
Prouder,
Louder,
Pushing & shoving,
Totally unloving,
Colder & farther,
Farther & farther
Away from you!
"Oh, God, is it true?
Is this really me?
Really, can it be,
My heart
Torn apart?
Heal me please!
Forgive me God, only Jesus frees!"
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