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Monday, January 26, 2009

Poetry: Anger.

Anger! 

He wails 
Constraint is an absurdity, at this point
He mutters the words, beneath his breathe
An unsullied fate seems inconceivable, in reality 
He wreaks of the sour odor of last months supper, still on the kitchen counter it lays 
In solitude he prays. for this nonsensical emotion to no longer linger,
A slab of cheese on the kitchen counter, the mouse morsels away
Although the slab doesn't seem to diminish 
Like a stroll in the park on a cloudy day
Just dilly dallying away, frittering here and there
And then the cry of anger 
He contrives a tower, slightly leaning, yet unwavering 
And the surroundings are of a familiar sort, 
The ground zero hails debris 
Anger!
He profusely yells
Brimming into the sea, the edge of the abyss
A never ending day of doom 
The day of Judgment has befallen
Anger!
Still the symptoms of this perilous disease
When shall the gun discharge a bullet?
When shall the men dismount their horses?
Contemn the ego that obscures our vision 
In the moat he is trapped,  
Striving to abdicate his thrown 
Yearning to clutch the euphoric feeling of 
Complete and utter liberation 

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