LOVE HATE 100

Love and hate to bake.

All are on the take.

It's in our own soul.

Brothers to be sold.

Yet in a single flower.

It blooms in its own hour.

So the water does flow.

Shuffle onward real slow.

Profound are the times.

We find ourselves a rhyme.

Love and hate a thin line.

At the bottom only to find.

When the barrel is empty.

Our life becomes exempt.

On a road of GODS life.

Our soul a sponge of spite.

Love and hate call all.

Inside our souls to be a just ball.

Let us all walk onward.

Into our own beyondward.

from my poem book - DREAMS 3