Unloved Men Hate (And Retards At The Mall; -) Poem by Chuy Amante

Unloved men hate,
they know not who they are

With a speck of stardust,
a drop of light
in their eye,
they would cry
and taste delight!

OH Fill mine eyes with the stardust
of love

That I might cry a river from above!

Pure Bliss!
that it may rain upon
man and reign within
and become a fountain
of living
water,
baptizing the unclean,
unloved
souls

Living water and light
in the heart of men,
it would cease all fight

We'll walk upright
compassionate sight
god's eye seen thru ours
and hours and hours and hours
of love and bliss,
it is our
natural state
no room for hate!

~~~now~~~

Be the retarded kid
in the mall!
Loving fearlessly
and hugging all!

I am that retard
but retard it not
for love is really
all I've got

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