there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at ****** are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you
to **** anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

Take this marble
With it carve out my soul

With chisel in hand
scribe my purpose

Engrave it in gold  
Then hide it away

Keep it in the dark
For me to find one day

I love you
But I think I should tell you
I never thought I could feel this way
Your smile
Your laugh
Your presence
The way you talk to me
I’ve been overwhelmed with emotions
over the years my feelings have changed,
Yet I mean it when I say
I hate you

As a child
I spent my time
Staring into the void

Mysterious by nature
And Hallowed by name

I wanted to know its secrets
So I sat studying
The endlessness
Laid out before me

Only to realize
It was doing the same