Writings - Poetry - 2006

Banish
This malice
If it's got you by the grip of the throat
So you can't breathe

Who needs
Such madness
If all you see is red
Then you might as well not see

Anything
Anything at all
Nothing but the black-hole darkness
On the back of your eye-balls
If ignorance
Is the dominance
I would rather fight with nightmares then deal with that anger
Anymore
I am no warrior
But I am no more the passive aggressor's
Civil serving constant diplomat

Between aggravator and instigator
When there's no room left for arbitrators
This must be finished

And all over such trivial bull shit
One shouldn't even stagger at it
These foolish indulgences
On childish impulses
Yet to feel such poison malevolence
Is what you choose

This must be finished
Belligerent catalyst
Is stirring trouble again

A war is brewing
In a kettle of idiocy
The boiling waters
Make a hasty battle ground
We must manage this
Rage of idiots
Before rash behavior
Becomes reckless consequence

Apologies need their acceptance.