Art is worthless unless it plants a measure of splendor in people’s hearts (Twigs by Taha Muhammad Ali

There is an argument for hate
it may not be true to the definition of hate that you ate
but still
To be on the plate

Don’t wait
See what the entrees are
Discover why it is a dish in the first place
If you don’t it will be back
Leftovers, some people like them
I do, i don’t l;Ike to waste food
And this
Food for thought
That which can’[t be bought
I will have the same dish over and over again

Because for me
Hate is reserved for the evil
Not as poison to my heart
And not as poison to the hearts of others
Not even as poison to those i hate for their crimes continuously committed
They have tracers flying to my heart daily
How do U deal with that
Or the grenades lobbed
The tank rolling over me after annihilating my person
Bunker busters and cluster bombs
Knives sharpened and butter knives
IEDs stuck to my soul
They say words may never hurt you
What, when in america – where lies can prevail to kill you

My argument for hate is the weight of justice
Not attained and strained to the hands of corruption
So, to get my soul back
My definition
To expose truth
To keep evil far away
Including those who have truth but decide to allow the brainwashing of lies
Those who have truth but are cool with a person being murdered to lies

No, i will stick to my integrity
Love – there is no love with out truth
One of the perfect parallels
And to the avenues out of blues are the continuity that brings art together
Out of this anguish
The torment still languishing in every day they still get away
I make beauty from it
In maintenance therapy

I do it for nobody but for me
At first, it is all i have done
Until i shared with therapists
Continuously telling me i am gifted
And that it could be a means for your other stability

At this encouragement i started sharing
2012 – 5 years now
Not discovered
But love is shared

It is my caring for a world that i hope to be stable that i can give my greatest gifts to life

That is why there is maintenance therapy
All day long sometimes
I have not been able to get to the book this month… not the way i need to get to it
Stability
The lack of it is a motherfucker
And i am now talking about a place to live
A place to thrive
A place of a sanctuary
With oxygen to breathe
A place to be able to socialiZe
A place to cook healthy food
A place to belong
A place where there is songs eclectic at the same time that you are the song sang like lyrics written in the skies

It is who the world is forever
That is why i am love – with an argument for hate

Hate in the disgust – need for change
Hate in injustice – need for change
Hate in the vile sadists – need for change

So with truth – we address this in every avenue of love
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This is my very latest card – of course created with love – for a very special someone at Wellnesss works in Glendale, she’s a care practitioner for us Veterans