Speak It

Love and Hate

Serious words

They have deep meanings

But we use them in ways that show

We don't fully understand

We speak them over everything

Making their implication as shallow as the accusation

So maybe the true mission was accomplished

To make each...somehow less

But hate does not diminish for lack of understanding

Instead it's power grows

Love on the other hand

is watered down for lack of understanding

Love was created to cover sins

it was meant to unite

Hatred to divide

Love used to be all encompassing,

because it came with a price, but was priceless 

You couldn't buy it, you couldn't pay for it, 

Sacrifice was the only acceptable currency 

But now, love is as thin as its shallow application

It is as meaningful as the food, and tv shows, and temporary fixes that we wrap in it;

You can't cover anything with it

That's why the world is so cold

The Bird with the Yellow Feathers

They spoke of her feathers.
'What bright yellow feathers!', they exclaimed
They ignored the cage
Yellow is happy
She must be happy
Her cage was gold, but a cage nonetheless
She wished she could hide
But the cage would suffice
In keeping her watchers at bay
They ogled and smiled
She's happy, so happy
But failed to see the cage in the way
Perception is tricky, From afar,
 the bird's yellow feathers was seen clearly through the bars
But up close, 
she was different
quiet, lachrymose
Why?
She had a song she wanted to sing
But no one cared to listen
They looked at her feathers instead
Soon her song was forgotten
She didn't even remember how her song went
So the tune languished
She just showed them her feathers
That's all they wanted to talk about.