~ a poem
~ art by Gerardo Dottori
What to do with it,
this inexplicable hubris of hate.
This fury of nature within
Find em, go to next of kin
Seek the source,
Batter it and bludgeon it with time and resource
It’s all you can see
It’s all that there is
The fight to be
Hurt the other,
Kill it kill them kill him
Killing only one
Stare into this Sun
Don’t look away
Do not run
The red madness is here to stay
Reside in this cage, pick up your gun
Never stop thinking on it
Endeavor to destroy them
Only you are fit
The nameless other
The shadow of oneself
Simmer and proceed to smother
A sickness, a virus
A mind enveloping in a darkness,
You are right dammit
Teach them to err goddammit
Curse the fate of self amidst a professed injustice – true or no
This curse is twofold, reciprocal
The cause the same as effect
The motive generated in faltering rationality and ragged perspective
A formlessly shifting, clawing, spiking hand at the heart
A philosophically perditious root inside the mind compelling this righteous battle be fought
keep screaming and bleeding
It must be waged and victory at all costs.
Even the soul to be wagered on the ramparts of your spite,
A purposeful prejudice fulfilled for the sake of this fight.
The weapons real and damaging
The outcomes bloody and full of pain
The reward: more of it,
Sweltering finality of this lethality – to blade’s sight and wielder alike
There is no real purpose,
there deserves no respite,
Save for blight
Afflicting on sight
Drink it and be well,
Now again, rise and give em hell
Stake yourself on this pillar:
A heart can fill with it,
it holds no mass
yet the weight certainly encumbering
No method of coping
Certainly not consummation.
Alas, only one counter, one resolution
It’s hard as hell to grasp with burning fingers,
and just about as natural as forgiving the brimstone.
But if one doesn’t find it,
be forever lost.
Seek this encounter,
Turn from Faust,
Without it, finding its opposite, what might be.
Coming out from under it, what sight, go free~
seek Love, please.