NOTHING EXTRAORDINARY.....

WHEN RAGE IS

Streams of it pouring

pouring from every which a way.....

Daily bread being begged....

The inside of the rebel trying to prove to the self, that it can become healed

It can become contained

It will survive the threat of unseen mayhem

Connections severed from past regeneration

Forming a duality that continues to issue forth commands

Pathways of intricate hostility road map the planes of

the hidden agenda

Benevolence

Why does such a beautiful word look ugly

and gruesome

Making for illness and obstruction of thought?

The Killing fields are ripening.....

Shall I force the harvester from the fields...

OR

Shall I prepare wine for the aftermath....

BABy(c)2011

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

Excellent poem...

why does such a beautiful word look ugly...love this line...someone beauty is only skin deep such as a word...excellent phrasing choices...Nice job!!

[Rikkevi Rue]

this sears like a branding iron...penetrates with disregard for slash of spiritual tissues but cuts with a blade of truth. The rest of the world weeps in sorrow at the brutality and inhumanity of but a few...sadly they are in positions of power

[Gilbert Saint]

Yeah rage hurts but you're writing it not for yourself but so that others can read it and know what you're going through. That's poetry, you express what you feel about something, but still make it interesting enough for others to enjoy it, or what do you think?

[MS. BABy]

I do understand, but if one love poetry length is not a problem, and I wrote it that way because containing rage hurts at least for me it does....thanks for your response...I intake all things.......

[Gilbert Saint]

Hmm, first, what's with the breaking of lines, one worded lines...it makes the poem look longer and believe me, if someone sees something thats long, the anxiety to read it dies. But other than that, i love the stoppage, the poem flows then at a point it stops at a word then xontinues. Also leaving room for the reader to think, by use of elipsis. Shall i prepare wine for the aftermath... please do Baby.