Dealing with Anger

When fuelled by anger,

Cease & desist,

Try to find,

The injustice.

Look for its root.

It could be small;

A meal ruined,

By a baby’s bawl.

Or maybe huge,

Like people dying.

Or political,

Like statesmen lying!

Whatever the cause,

Of your zealous wrath.

Finding the wrong,

Helps it peter off.

Then you can decide,

The best way to act.

With a calm head

Driven by fact.

Helping the Flow

Start of a journey.

A chance has been seized,

To start being me!

Thank god I believed;

That money and greed,

Cannot fulfil.

It doesn’t feed,

Made my soul ill.

Made my mind weak,

And now I know.

The future I seek,

Is helping the flow;

Of skills & knowledge,

Of weak to strong,

Of fear to courage,

Of right from wrong.

Misery Begone

You have every right to exist

So try and wear a smile

Soon this melancholy will desist

And you know you’re not vile

Sometimes it’s hard to remember

That you have a place in this world

So easy to give in, surrender

Leaving hope unfurled

But every time I hit a low

I must convince me once again

That this is just my ebb and flow

The me that’s mad and sane

Take heart as every time you manage

To find the means to carry on

You’re beginning to know the language

That lets this misery be gone.

Audacities Face

I don’t want to preach;

but I must appeal.

For the extraction of a leech,

Rescinding of the deal.

What right my race?

To gorge and grin,

Then show audacities face,

And claim a win

When all we’ve done,

Is suck the worth,

And call it fun.

What idle mirth?

Society is cruel,

Vindictive and spoiled.

It has its own rule,

But is easily foiled.

One can live outside it,

If space is left within,

And still be inside it,

Trying to not give in.

Cannot see the Truth

Cannot see the truth.

Blighted with worries,

I bend and stoop.

Caught in the eddies,

I search for proof.

That our race,

Can escape its greed.

Can grow, show grace,

Its morals breed.

Assure the future’s safe.

From those few,

Whose self interest,

Will spoil for you.

The potential best,

That almost grew.

Before we got,

Carried away.

With what,

We have and where we lay.

To a time when our lot.

Is for knowledge,

And not things.

When a grudge,

And blings,

Cannot define things.

Before Death

I should be pleased

With what I’ve achieved

This constant quest for more

Is making my soul sore

Time to enjoy the spoils

Of all of my toils

Stop flogging my wit

Take time to sit

You have come far

But do you know who you are?

You’re actually a success

I promise, I don’t mess

I know a new challenge

Will soon be yours to manage

But for now take a breath

There are too few before death

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