Gasoline of the Soul

Wasted energy 

on hate and anger


Energy vampires ready

to siphon off the soul like gasoline


They can't fuel their own 



Burn, hot coals 

stoke them in the fire


Cool down,

revive in the sarcophagus 


Rise again,

ready to strike



repent; a temperate mind


Resist the hate,

let god take control of your fate


Waters of life,

drink and be quenched 


There are times for war

and times for peace



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saiom2's picture

  beautiful message  in your


beautiful message  in your poem


"I went to jail for 11 days for disturbing the peace. I was trying to disturb the war"  Joan Baez


EventHorizon's picture

Thank you. i appreciate it.

Thank you. i appreciate it.