Anger The Savage Beast
Their is a monster in us all.
What we do with it determines our rise or fall.
Anger the savage beast in all her glory.
She manifest in many forms from writing, to art, to beating your wife, to telling your boss off.
We must learn to focus such energies in a positive and constructive light.
Contain and maintain.
Self control.
We must not commit such horrible acts that their is no going back.
Regret is but a mistake that could have been avoided.
Turn away before you cause chaos and dismay.
Vent it in a different way.
Choices of the day.
Of the right.
Of the wrong.
Anger just be gone.
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(Angry Poem) Bury The Hatchet
Into the light whether you like or not.
Just burn like a vampire.
A parasite who continues to try to feed upon me.
Faking another injury just to draw little more sympathy.
Face to face and I'm angry.
Shelter not the weak when they choose to be it so.
I know how tell you no.
I'm refusing your services and goods.
As if I could be caught up in your escapades.
Thieving from your own kids.
A proud father and mother they must be.
Welcome the killing fields of morality.
Just bury bury the hatchet by flinging it into my back.
Their already to much slime on this floor.
And all I see is more.
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Jealous State
With my truth I can only react.
I must keep my eye on that pretty shining ball
For utmost attention must be held.
And here is where the devil dwell.
With my eyes still intact
I must see past the fall
With steel I must weld
Welcome to the angel whose entered hell
Welcome he was
Always as the veil was put upon ones face
In the past are things we wish could erase
Its a very distant escape
How you got here is a simple just because
Maybe it was the speed in which you took on this race
With every word you only bring upon yourself more distaste
Maybe I have entered another jealous state
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(Angry Poem) Children Should Still Grow
Let me tell you if I ended up taking care of kids not mine
As part of an agreement unheard
Child support would be the first words
For a parent should have to take care of their own
If reasons are not of the concerned.
Then yours shall be mine with a fine
A tax of the person on who bared.
In wed lock they shared
Moments cherished, now tired and old
With wisdom the children should still grow
With love they should be embraced.
Not possession you just have to take
But part of you in which everyday you should wake
A mistake, is but not true in years gained.
So I say to you, how could you?
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Forgetting The Pain
What is this feeling.
My gut turns.
My insides set ablaze.
Oh how they burn.
A knot in my throat.
And a tear in my eye.
Is this what they call sadness?
Is this what they call remorse?
Is this what they call grief?
But it is only a tiny creature I barely have known.
How could it ever effect me so?
I don't understand why it happens.
But I don't want it no more.
If only I could get rid of it by throwing it out the door.
Please disappear, I beg of you have mercy on the very essence of my soul.
And the next morning I wake it's completely gone.
But only so long as I don't think about it.
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(Life&Death Poem) Do Things The Hard Way
This is my closing remarks
This is my settlement with god
With repentance in the air
The thunder flies across the sky
The cataclysmic storm has once again come
With this one will I be undone?
On a spinning wheel slowly being emptied
And nothing I do can ever stop it
It is a aging process
Not taking a easy success
In the commerce world I'm non existent
I guess I have a pre-existing condition
A rebellion with repetition
The anguish of ambition
I know what I'm missing
But to live life I must not hide behind my four walls
Oh he's just making a bunch of phone calls and typing on a keyboard
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Going Somewhere
I'm going blow you away. To all those who the think this is just another play, all I have to say is shut up or go away. I've been crawling. I've been slowly marching to a tune that keeps getting faster. I have created my share of disasters. So come on baby show me what you got. Who are the have and have nots. Just another spot on a page worn by age. Just crumble it up and throw it away. And lets just start over. A new beginning, the beginning. A unknown future i hold in my hands. And let me tell you i have plans. Whispers and suggestions hold all the power. And today its mine, all mine.
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Loss of A Good Man
A loss of a good man.
By witness he takes death in his own hands.
No sorrow is felt.
No excitement is felt.
Nothing is felt again.
A rotten corpse with movements still intact
A soulless pact
The devil knows
He is running this mans show
With temptations of the heart
Stolen and broken
Crushed beyond the means of psychological recovery
He's no new discovery
He's both a victim and prey
Not for reasons that can be understood by you or me
He contemplates everything around him
With a complete and utter sensation of indifference
No one and nothing matters to him
He is the loss of another good man
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One is just one
One is just one
Just a number in an unwanted march
I carry my torch
With hollow eyes
As the fall of another sunrise
Ripe are the reasons
Be my catalyst of the seasons
A bread winner I'm not
Academically under achiever
Honestly
Truthfully
Words so as a skew
I guess I really don't have a clue what I'm really doing
But still I write
Today and tomorrow night
I have no crystal ball
I know not where it leads
But I'm most certainly not of the feint of heart
So again I start and stop
Rewinding the clock
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Growth
An essence defined by a play on words.
A metaphor defined as proper.
The holy and bright.
A guidance upon ones sight.
Can we not see with out it.
Are our voices silenced once it is gone.
As in the grimly awful death.
A collage sits upon this mess.
In the right order one might have success.
From one writing to the next.
Forever stirred in portions large and small.
An emotion splattered upon the page in all red.
And as this rose grows, the green appears in the shape of a stem and thorn.
It came out of no where.
It was of the unborn.
Below the earth eating reserves to escape towards the light.
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