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Love in the Times of Hatred

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Life punches us in the gut with ‘fuck yous,’ hatred cuts us with a million sharp blades—but still we carry on, still we walk, and still we believe in love’s grand power.

Each time that we try to hope,

and each time that we dare to dream

Each time that we hold a rope,

and each time we desire to scream

Life just offers one big ‘fuck you!’,

and punches us right in the gut

Life just throws one big ‘damn you!’,

and treats us like a disowned mutt

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Still we carry on, and still we walk,

believing in love and its grand power

Still we hurry on and still we talk,

while hope burns on a distant, high tower

We place our faith in caring and affection,

but there is one thing that we forget

We put aside any fears of rejection,

but there still exists a dark, deadly threat

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Hatred, that’s what it is called by you and all,

it waits in the darkness, all shadowy and black

Loathing is a terrible ghost that lurks in the hall,

while patience and silence stand back to back

It sneers with an ugly, yellow satisfaction,

and cuts us with a million sharp blades

It fears no revenge and never any reaction,

our blood flows freely and in all shades

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It doesn’t care for affection or for even love,

devastating us and all that we ever possess

It favors only chaos and not a white dove,

leaving behind ashes and just a terrible mess

But still we breathe and still we dream,

believing in the power of love and what it can do

Our hope keeps smiling and riding a sunbeam,

choosing to ignore all, hatred, and loathing too

Chronicles of a Pessimistic Optimist

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Between hope and despair lies a grey hall filled with regret and guilt.

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I have always been a pessimist and also an optimist;

my life is a grey hall, filled with a rainbow mist

My past had been dark, and my future seemed so bright;

the night had been dead, but I said, long live the light

Yet my thoughts had been honest and so very true;

my mood had always been the darkest hue of blue

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I push open the window and scrutinize my past;

I recall everything clearly, the first and the last

I see so many butterflies riding the sunbeams;

some ugly and the others pretty - nightmares and dreams

The womb was very warm, and it was so secure;

but the shelter was a curse when the doom seemed sure

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My memories, when I open the old, musty book;

time had passed so fast, like a fast-flowing brook

Faces and images always passed by in a hurry;

my nostalgia was always chaos, even the chaos was blurry

Within this chaos, bitter conflict had always been a must;

all the treacheries of life and only a little bit of trust

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I have been the prophet of hope and a seer of visions;

but my regret is so bitter for all the bad decisions

The wounded birds, I always made them fly again;

but each time they left a parting gift - a cold pain

I cannot be a savior; it was just a false belief;

there was no pleasure in the pain, just cold, dark grief

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I treaded new paths, and also the dark forbidden places;

roaming in the spirit of adventure, leaving dark traces

Sin appeared to be the wisdom, and virtue seemed bland;

the sense of curiosity kept on burning and was so grand

Desire was the clear water, regret was the muddy silt;

but I always paid the price in the soiled coins of guilt

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Desires were sirens, they bewitched and seduced;

wishes were the flames, but to dust they were reduced

Hope always lived on, but she is a devious bitch;

and disappointment has been so abundant and rich

Wisdom came leisurely; it danced a slow waltz;

the pessimism was true; the optimism was always false

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Life is always a glass half-filled; it is quite right;

darkness always sighs with a promise so bright

Sorrows and joys in a long and tiring queue;

but more of the former than the latter, it’s also true

Within each light, resides a dark shadow;

perched on every tower of hope is a black crow