Love All Fighting

Delusional masses peer through half-empty glasses...       
on what a trained eye would call the world burning to ashes..        
But with their blind eyes they sense harmony as it crashes...      
Behind painted illusion walls caste by corporate fascist...       
          
Fascists with placid distaste like an acid rain burns when it falls down upon LOWER classes...       
An acid that flows like its gaseous yet it sticks to a floating dream like flypaper's molasses...         
The land of opportunity "my ass" as the burden of my freedoms to be taken surpasses...       
The weight of Liberty one free-person has-it's been coming so fast but it never passes...       
          
Nor does it subside, unrelenting like waves at high tide that denied the warmth inside me dividing... The Mr. Bright side that has been confiding in the fact that he could reside in this mind coinciding.. With my pessimist side without me deciding that either side was better, or that one was misguiding... This mind full of fear from these thoughts that are hiding full of doubt "Is it really worth all this fighting?"...        
          
Then I sighed. as I'm looking back on what I'm writing tapping these phantom fingernails reciting... Words of my heart somehow reigniting this feeling of hatred for a life that once seemed so exciting... These feelings cause me to say snide things when I can't see what the light brings before writing... With an unclouded mind No Anger, Nor Slighting I see that LOVE is ALL that keeps me FIGHTING