Hate

I am angry with myself.
It's more of a habit.

Image by Jim Blob Blann

Why not just blame yourself?
It seams like the thing to do.

Hurting yourself is easy,
When there is no one to stop
Those awful things you say
To yourself.

I remind myself that I am loved;
That must mean that I am worth loving,
                                                        Right?
There is something that nags at my soul.

Hating others is frowned upon, but
Hating yourself is the thing to do.
Everyone says they wish they were
Something else, someone else.

I look in the mirror and wish
That I could see me, instead of
Seeing myself through the eyes of
Others - Others that hate.

Hating others is frowned upon, but
Hating differences is the thing to do.
I am different, can you love me?
I blame myself for not being the same.

"Recipe"

1 clove of compassion
1 pound of patients
3 pinches of peace
2 lumps of love
1 1/2 teaspoons of time
1 dash of direction
8 ounces of original thinking
2 drops of decency
1 quart of quiet
1 smidgen of sanity

Mix well in a large bowl until ingredients come together. Adjust the recipe until you are satisfied with the results.

"Machine World"

Trees come down, steel goes up
Grass is covered with ruff concrete
Animals need to be caged
Humans need to be wired
We all need to be protected from the
  dangers of nature
Automated humanity is our salvation
Autonomous pixels are filling the air