Apr 24, 2005 17:19
Am I but a rebel of hatred? A traitor of mistrust and war, battles are fought to win me daily. Somewhere in the world, I am being fought over now. Perhaps I am a prisoner of war. They fight for my cause, yet if they would only be still they would hear that what they fight for is the answer to them negating battle.
To divide nations by physical motives is a lazy man's way to win me, peace. I am. I am an act. I am an act of the highest artist. Painted on a canvas utilizing 1,000 and more primary colors. A color so powerful, you can't see, you only feel. Feel me wrap around your brain and tug your heartstrings. Peace is me, I am peace, war is peace, war is me, I am war, I am love and love is peace. It's the same cause. A cause they strive to receive but until they believe and see me in their soul, there I will not be. When the cock crows and our brightest day-star rises, will I be there? Let me, let you, let peace be you.
~Abner
A mutual primary lends usual timing. Red is the color of love and the color of hate, the color of blood shed and the color of a living heart, a color of desire and a color of war, a color of chaos and a color of wisdom, a color of romance and a color of destruction, a color of roses, the color of fire, the color of embarrasment and the color of love-sick, the color of anger and the color of love and the color of hate, love and hate, that says it best. A color of existence. Indeed, we are all like red.