.................Of this I know <br />as sky triumphs over rain, <br />the central theme in man, <br />of this I know <br />this feeling eats one alive, <br />leaves one without gut, <br />without eyes, <br />without name. <br /> <br />Indulge in it not <br />lest you are left half-eaten <br />in man's time, and God's eye. <br />Your poems are vapidity, <br />thin as steam <br />and without the substance <br />of the most fleeting thought; <br />your poems are nothingness, <br />as anger is nothingness. <br /> <br /> <br />Envy is poison. <br />What happens to <br />the color green <br />in other segments, <br />in other forms? <br />There is a repulsiveness, <br />there is a strange pain, <br />to kill, to kill, <br />to grow spite <br />like spite is its own <br />gnarled tree of life; <br />evil green eyes <br />come to no special place, <br />no awareness now. <br />If the earth gives in, soil and flesh, <br />evil green eyes have buried themselves, again.<br /><br />Courtney Kane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dont-envy-dont-hate/
