On Love and Hate
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Young friend, you know not of hate
You know not of malice
Of anger and violence
Or anything of the truths of the world

No, you know of love
Of passion, of hope
Fallible things, concocted from the mind
And impossibilities never to come to time
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I SAY PASSION LIVES!
It beats my heart and fills my lungs
Gives me meaning, duty and purpose
Filling my very being with that which gives us life!

How dare you speak to me like a youth!
Of things you can’t possibly have felt.
You, ignorant sir, know nothing of the heart
Of the soul, or of the mind

For the mind is built on hope
The soul on love,
And the heart on the deepest of passion.

The writer's dream
--
We dream our dreams
Not to ever be seen
But told, sold and quoted

Because a thing is a dream
It's never what it seems
But rather like a river, shiver or star

We write to dream
And dream to scream
For the author's heart is never still

Even this page, a thought
The thought a scene
And the scene a dream

Which we all could be the better
Having not wasted the time to read

I've created this as a nice place to collect little writings I do from time to time. Comment to your hearts content - unless stated otherwise, it will all be my own work. :)

-Robert