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Matthew Thompson Poem
Open Thine Third Eye,
seen shall be that those in one life,
transpose to the next,
many souls, more lives,
one meaning,
one purpose,
when it is found, the world is one less
Copyright © Matthew Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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Matthew Thompson Poem
Hate is to love,
just as life is to death,
shade is to light,
and beauty is to grotesque.
One relies on the other, but often tries to destroy it.
When you ask, "Why does someone hate me" you are really silently, and quite possibly unknowingly asking asking, "Who do they love"
War leads to peace, but that peace leads to war, a never ending chain of love and hate and pain and joy. Where love and peace is found, it leaves someone, somewhere full of hate and resentment, destine to try to destroy the love at peace created from his grotesque despair.
And the cycle of life begins again.
Copyright © Matthew Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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