kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
The poem "Anger's Cure" was inspired by a friend's posting about the wisdom of anger. I responded that anger is a signpost and not a desired destination. The associated passion may be with us for part of the journey, but the companionship is asked to be short-lived.

Anger’s Cure

I met the friend on the road
no stranger from times before
while I traveled towards my goal
only wishing to arrive alone
no good would come from amity
a rapport that denied good faith
when motivations would be damned
in every afterward imagined then

I turned away from these thoughts
instead of considering ego’s wants
filled inside with rapt desires
forgetting falls that bruised my heart
they were the chum when I had none
standing by me when life was glum
now their return bode anew
the need to walk in fury's groove

they asked to climb upon my back
share a warmth by the flames
that burned bright in response
to their presence by my side
the only answer I had to share
was a yes from every cell
the desire to smash the world
was the focus I'd soon despair

now I ask if they could leave
depart before I would arrive
complete the journey at day’s end
in the company of sanity
my friend of temperament had their place
at the milestone where they stood
my destination is not their home
life removed from anger's cure.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190427.
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
The poem “Wound Far Too Tight” considers the topic of anger. I took a quiz that used innocuous questions to measure rage. Surprisingly the result came back that I was VERY angry. Well, that may be the case.


Wound Far Too Tight

The coil is wound far too tight
with the key of inner hate
held to hand with a fear
that the world may realize
this rage that most cannot see
hidden beneath the placid calm
held in place by bailing wire
and a desire to not implode

tension mounts over time
with responses against the rage
begging for the another day
to survive volcanic wrath
where there’s smoke the insides burn
torching emotions not kin to rants
love evicted as the squatting bum
no longer needed in mania

poison held in mouth too long
will find a time to speak its mind
slashing with a barbed tongue
cutting self in curt response
small sanity that does endure
hides behind the failing door
soon to collapse by attacks
of the monster I’ve become

that spring that moved artistry
serves the master of misery
while the grip cannot release
the squirming chafe to be deceased
still bailing wire must endure
the lid kept tight on my voice
as the storm consumes my hope
this sad shell of whispered lies.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180720.
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
The poem “Silence of Sanity” is about the need to vent when the world seems to be already filling all available space with its own outrage.


Silence of Insanity

My scream could fill a world
if there was room for company
among the inhabitants
howling to state their case

the din speaks with dialects
separate from east to west
debating by calling hue
their causes in dire conflict

cacophony shared by all
though the agendas vary much
this theme that must persist
no matter the mother tongue

together against the world
defined as the other guy
some with sincerity
others to cause injury

the outcomes are the same
no matter what motivates
I’ll stand by my need to yell
then lose the utterance

broken by consequence
without desire I’ll embrace
now stand too mute
with silence of insanity.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180716.
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
The poem “Private Rage” sprung from a single comment in a list of thoughts about the incel movement. The term incel, short for involuntary celibates, is associated with a group identity formally hidden on largely private internet message boards. It occurred to me that these private discussions are only the latest in a long line of “not for public consumption” forums. Microphones at supposedly private events, political and religious (or a combination) have shown a side of groups normally hidden from the public. A lot is discussed behind closed doors. The same would be shamed if repeated in public.


Private Rage

Comfort sought in private rage
with a group that feels the same
shields its face from public view
as comments echo rage’s words
purity born of shadowed realms
asking all to close the doors
pull the curtains against the world
what’s to be said is for few ears.

Hatred spun in close discourse
with a circle that says it's fine
the stakes are set to forgive
whatever said behind four walls
prejudice is the oil
allowing comments to then flow
when us and them are broken down
to black and white simplicity.

None shall see these bloody cues
projected to the secret screens
be they said in Sunday sermons
or the mob on message boards
all the people in the room
identify on one side of the poles
chanting mantras born of power
turned around to hatred spoke.

If the public hears these private thoughts
condemnation will follow soon
it’s best to put on another mask
when walking amongst the rubes
what’s allowed in confession’s booth
will convict the same in public’s eye
it’s no wonder that schizophrenic is a term
too often apt for private rage.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180506.
kokopelle: Black Cat (Cat - Black)
The poem “Anger’s Coin” is about the destructive value of anger.


Anger's Coin

I once viewed anger as a coin
the trespass I could spend
against a world that seared my soul
and in response to boundary's breach
I'd fling arrows with flaming ends
striking down my enemies

the world would burn in response
cinders laying hot on the ground
to the affronts hurled my way
I'd scorch the planet to the stone
take the innocent with the vile
in an effort to survive

the rage of God would not compare
that righteous hand exacting toil
on the sinners I've declared
they will suffer tens times more
then one hundred to soothe my rage
asking only that they may die

anger lives in my soul
a demigod born within
seeking ruin on all my foes
now the wastes are my abode
destruction granted by Satan's wish
granted then as anger's coin.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180501.
kokopelle: Horse Totem (Default)
How can you make me lose the will to embrace a person or group? Reveal to me the anger underneath. After I know what lurks underneath, I can no longer participate. Why? I suspect PTSD type symptoms going back to very (very) early childhood abuse and participating in relationships with bipolar people.


Their Disguise

I ask too much of the world
for the truth to be revealed
kept on the surface for me to see

instead it hides down below
waiting to bite as serpents would
from the box that hides their kind

if only I could be ignorant
not knowing the darkness laid within
how life's companions may attack

to see this creature underneath
robs me of my ease of mind
creates defenses I can't take down

now the world has been transformed
the surface is not my friend
when I know soul’s dark content

as they believe they’re concealed
submerged beneath their disguise
I’ll not fall for the deceit.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171120.
kokopelle: Black Cat (Cat - Black)
“Dark Flute” is about the seething nature of the beast that derails sanity and hijacks the mind.


Dark Flute

This is not the companion I would choose
but it's the one that I'm chained to
by virtue of unwanted injuries
now held close in sour memories

the causes are lost in the halls of time
forgotten by those who did the worse harm
sum of wrath now so much larger than
what others witnessed have come before

fury expressed in the unbidden snarl
with a twitch from the responding eye
I become an animal in temper’s grip
last human visage stripped by the rage

they would say that flesh’s nature was the failing
the past tilting the scales towards the worse
so many fingers influence the chafe
prodding madness from Azathoth’s dark flute

the demons may find joy in this circumstance
while angels weep waterfalls at the lost love
bystanders to the greatest blunder made by man
anger walking too close by my side.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170619.
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
A friend asked "Why is anger always more justified than sadness or tear?". I am now of the belief life is always tinged with the possibility of anger or sadness given the vagueness of boundaries and the always presence of change. The poem “Halfway” explores this paradigm.


Halfway

I'm halfway between the two
tears of anger, rage of sorrow,
not capable of finding either
in my place of serene hopelessness.
The cause of my angst is now plain
as two reactions do compete
on the grounds that fairness rules
when the opposite is the truth.

Anger would be appropriate
in response to boundaries violated
only if I knew where I ended
and the rest of the world began.
Fuzzy separation is the norm
dice are rolled in the jest
of normality discarding sanity
when egos challenge for their place.

Sorrow is the bitter choice
for the loss outside of God's hands
or forced by evil's sleight,
though I'll never know which it is.
The only constant is change itself
with life disengaging at its own pace
as lost souls wail for constancy
in the face of entropy.

in the end I'll smile in retrospect,
knowing that knowledge is a fool's quest.
Only deity knows why we struggle
as mankind seeks answers in the mud.
The smile will show I show respect
for all we are in potential's folly
children of giants, self-made victims,
somewhere between anger and tears.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160401.
kokopelle: (Professor Chaos - Evil)
The popular poetry of the net seems to focus on anger and sex. The poem “Angry Poetry” is about the former.


Angry Poetry
Poem for Day 052 – 20150223

What kind of world should I generate?
Fingertips hold poetic tools of destruction,
ready to convince you of terrible shared reality
as I spin my words glibly from the tongue.

I could wring my poetic hands,
damp with the blood of defeated foes,
bludgeoned with my angry words
and stabbed with vindictive prose.

My pain could stain the walls,
Rivers of bile discouraged from within,
Rivulets of torture expressed without,
smeared across your surprised psyche.

Spew my angst across the page,
that will get your attention,
touch a nerve or two within,
twist your guts in sympathy.

Now that I’ve got your throat
Held tightly in my prose,
I’ll go for the emotional jugular
and we’re joined in shared turmoil.

This is the world I’ll generate,
Poetry designed to intimidate.
A verbal Armageddon,
raze the page, set words ablaze.

Is this the kind of world I want for myself?
It is, if I want to be burned alive.
Words define my reality,
for good, bad, or ugly.

So know this kind reader,
Journeyer of similar soul,
I may share the anger with you,
but I still believe in the good.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
Anger has a place in our lives. It speaks to boundary violations, places where life encroaches too far. The mystery of anger is that people experience it at different times. The thing that triggers rage in one person is nothing to another. Why the difference? I believe it is because of the mines of past hurts and wrongs. The poem “Fields of My Soul” is about the mines of anger we lay in order to protect us from the past, the harm it does now, and how it could be dealt with.


Fields of My Soul
Poem for Day 003 – 20150103

I planted them
in long rows
to keep me safe
from yesteryear pain.

My grief I buried,
sadness entombed,
a teaspoon of tears,
and the blood from my wounds.

These mines of anger:
boundaries of my life.
The trigger set to hair pin,
ready to meet you now.

Beware the monuments,
buried munitions are nearby,
keeping me safe,
keeping you far.

Few signs mark safe paths,
I forgot myself,
where the mines were put,
these boundaries of my life.

Walk my fields,
if you can get to me,
just beware the blasted patches
where mines are yet to be.

They explode in anger,
protective in itself,
throwing you away,
keeping me from myself.

Let's dig where ground is red,
remove the anger,
reset the boundary,
so I can truly live.

Defuse each one,
with loving due given
to the past wrongs
of a life well lived.

Pile them high,
and then bid them goodbye,
no longer needed,
no longer wanted.

Defenses I still have,
protected I still am,
anger's detonations removed,
across the fields of my soul.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: Horse Totem (Sinfest - Evil Meditation)
Question... what do you do, or what have you done, when you are feeling a lot of anger with no 'proper' avenues of release/expression?

I feel like I would destroy my world and the relationships in it if I vented in certain directions. Some rearranging would be nice, but I don't think the 'friendly fire' casualties would be worth the outcome.

thanks!
kokopelle: (Cat - Noir)
Pain and anger are addictive. I begin with this statement because I see this being a driving force in many lives, including my own. There is a place where pain and anger cripple a person, keeping them from operating. The wounded person is incapable of doing more than just existing. They are the broken radio that can play no tunes. In time though, the radio is repaired and still there is no music. The root of this dysfunction is the continued embracing of those things that originally crippled the inner being.

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Anger

Oct. 11th, 2006 06:38 am
kokopelle: Horse Totem (Default)
Anger Questions

What am I really angry about?

What is the problem, and whose problem is it?

How can I sort out who is responsible for what?

How can I learn to express my anger in a way that will not leave me feeling helpless and powerless?

When I am angry, how can I clearly communicate my position without becoming defensive or attacking?

What risks and losses might I face if I become clearer and more assertive?

If getting angry is not working for me, what can I do differently?



How to Clarify My Anger

1. What about this situation makes me angry?
2. What is the real issue here?
3. Where do I stand?
4. What do I want to accomplish?
5. Who is responsible for what?
6. What specifically, so I want to change?
7. What are the things I will and will not do?


Things to keep in mind when I am angry

Do speak up when an issue is important to me.

Don’t strike while the iron is hot.

Don’t used below the belt tactics: blaming, interpreting, diagnosing, labeling, analyzing, preaching, moralizing, ordering, warning, interrogating, ridiculing, lecturing, don’t put the other person down.

Do speak in I language.

Don’t make vague statements or requests.

Do try to appreciate the fact that people are different.

Don’t participate in intellectual arguments that go nowhere.

Do recognize that each person is responsible for his or her own behavior.

Don’t tell another person what she or he things or feels or “should” think or feel.

Do try to avoid speaking through a third party.

Don’t expect change to come about from hit – and – run confrontations.

Take responsibility for my part for maintaining patterns that evoke anger.


Avoid Triangles

1. If you are angry with someone that is the person you should tell.

2. If I am angry, speak in my own voice. Don’t bring in an anonymous 3rd party. Say: I feel, I want, etc.

3. Avoid secrets, distinguish between secret and private.

4. Don’t become the third party in someone else’s triangle.

5. Don’t use the child.

6. Keep communications open without inviting others to blame or take sides.

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