The Anger poems of Life

 " I cast a darkened eye upon the darkened clouds and felt the Anger poems galloping through the night,"

The Anger poems of Life must be unleashed upon the praying, empty damaged souls we call everyone and me, the double helix of love and being, once forever entwined, now, now spars and grinds, cogs wearing thin dischordant entropy encroaching,

The Anger poems of life must be heard round campfires and peyote and drums, tribal, primal, supra conscious, the oral tradition of minstrels and shamen, poets and clowns shouted, screamed into morse code and fed into dreams,

The Anger poems of Life must be taught in mosques and churches, on streetcorners, schools, unborn children must know the rules, subliminal graffiti scars your retina, upside down, translated into every dead language known,

The Anger poems of Life must be shouted from mountain tops and moons, chanted in rain forests and deserts, whispered thought in misty haikus of the mind, with the ghosts of zen like men, and blasted into space, forever and beyond,

These angry f*****g knots of hunger and shame, rebuke and rebuttal, remorse and the smell of cowardice permeates my stone like bones, they should be savoured like a fine wines tannin and a fine womans a*s a*s a*s a*s a*s a*s,

The Anger poems of love gone stale should be burned, fucked and burned, the spunk stained hollow , empty lies, the fear prints upon the pillow, flame  tickles flame into life and regret, my friend, regret blows words into the fire, upon the pyre,

The Anger poems of 

life, those twisted snarling beasts that lay within, the anger fists, the head fuckminds, the dragon of despair, they should be written in Sanskrit, hieroglyphs, sand and stone, and blood and s**t, and tears upon those screaming walls

The Anger wanks of frustration dry hump dem brittle bones, they ride into the night, proud and alive and f**k the Universe sideways, the wanks that make you cry should be bottled and sold, one careless owner,die a thousand little deaths a day, oh yeah,

The Anger poems of Life should be sung daily by lunatics and fools. and prophets and Godz, the Akashic diary of discovery, all sin is known,let lions and jackals eat the meaning from my bowels, and foretell the future, told, unfold

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Reviews

[CD Campbell]

What is this? A rare recognized attempt at a new holy script. The anger poems of life should be meditated on in the eye of the storm. Read in the climax of the hunt. Beautiful anger. It breeds purity in poetry. F**k yes! This is well done.

[gram linski]

thanks CD, missed those couple of lines but they wouldn't be out of place, lol, got a whole book full of this s**t , ends in an epic battle between the Anger poems and the author, involving clowns and monks and dragons, shamen, dead Viking and drug addled Mongal hoardes, of monsters and gods is actually the intro to a chapter

[gram linski]

if your interested The siege, available at WC.org, is also part of the story,

[CD Campbell]

Sweet. I'll read that too.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed a very sobering write Sir! On one hand expressing the belief that the anger should be expressed while at the same time castigating such brutal honesty and vilifying its virtues. We Catholics are born angry and confused and bitter. A well written and vitriol tainted write!

[gram linski]

Tip of the ice berg, John, I've sent this link to all my friends having trouble sending this link to you