Gone are the days

The hidden morgue of mind

rage creeps from within.

I hate, I so hate

this dark well

passion, love, death

all rolls into one,

for I know not

why I hate.

I hate your worldly ways

your material aims

your limited ambitions

your selfish dreams.

I hate your rules

your declarations of liberty

you so effectively curtail.

I hate your schools

your mindless institutional discipline

your books

that talk of ideologies

theoretical Utopian realities.

What I love?

Haha! I love

college dropouts

who write poems

criticizing the Government.

I love Juveniles

who love and loose

who weave dreams in Marijuana haze.

I love a hippie heart

with gossamer threads of rebellion

in music, and dance, and silent protests.

I love you

Oh this heart of mine

contradictions galore,

in you i find solace.

I am selfish

aware of my limitations,

and I cry.

I cry to see

I can do nothing,

I have stopped dreaming.