Simply because I wanted to break something.
Sitting in silence
There he is
Such anger and rage
Every time we speak his points are more and more convincing
It’s the reason people dislike silence
Their true self begins to appear
Times like this we realise
Distraction is better than destruction.
Just because you can, it doesn’t mean you should
Yet if you do, then you do not regret
Accept the choice, embrace every aspect of it
Mull over it in those times you can, reflect and learn
Repeat the action or banish it from your soul
Which ever you choose, never regret
Then remember this, even if banished it will never be too far away to be called upon
This is truth, this is your nature,
This is you.
I lose my mind
The wall is my enemy
My hand does collide
Bones and plaster break
My rage subsides
Black and red
The colour of my hand
Punishment. Punishment for my failure I did demand.
The more we know, the more we realise we have to learn. On one of the faces of that dice is strength, the more strength we gain the easier it becomes to see how weak we really are.
Knowledge and strength are the true fountains of youth, if we have both of these and accept that their pursuit will be a life long endeavour we will stay forever young…
Well, At least in our hearts if not physically.
Though I am not the strongest, fastest, smartest, most selfless or benevolent, I am honest to a fault and it causes me no end of troubles.
Honesty have never been the best policy. Who really wants the truth when it’s far easier to believe a convenient lie?
I was sat listening to a conversation today between two feminists. While both had fiery passion in their voices, the conversation was one of discrimination and prejudice, I fond the irony quite amusing.
It struck me that people want you to believe they’re as pure as freshly laid snow, but they forget that although the snow may portray a perfect image, it is what lies beneath that provides the substance and support of that image. Thus, the image can only be supported for so long before it melts away and we are able to see the truth.
Having an opinion is not wrong, nor is having a different opinion for that of your acquaintances, friends and even family. This is what gives us our individuality, our character, both good and bad. So why do so many try to hide what they are?
Fear is the only answer I can find, but perhaps I can’t see past the history of my life for anything else.
I believe we all live in fear to some form or lesser degree.
The fear of failure
The fear of achievement
The fear of persecution
The fear of loss
The fear of judgement
The fear of letting those in need down
The fear of not being what we pretend to be…
When the world around us is in flames and the black ash covers the ground for miles to see, this is when we will truly know what scares us. Will we fear the raging inferno and the life it will take from us, or do we fear surviving the blaze and having nothing to live for.
Death or Life.
Which will you fear?
I can feel the rage
The storm is brewing inside
Nothing can be held in this gilded cage
I don’t turn but tear at the page
Waves crashing and thrashing across The scene of the stage
No barriers can stop this incoming tide
I lose my control, my wisdom, my sage
The war begins, you think you’ll survive
People fear that which they do not understand, that fear turns to anger and that anger turns to hatred, leaving the world filled with a prejudice that is not understood yet accepted because the alternative is to hard for simple minds to comprehend.
What is the alternative? Acceptance.
We grow up with prejudice thrust on top of us, if we do not conform we will also suffer the same fate and be cast aside like a broken toy.
This morning I saw two acts one of benevolence and the other was so malevolent it made me burn with rage.
A young man was with his daughter who suffered an affliction leaving her debilitated, and unfortunately not long for this world. His eyes held a look of love for his daughter that I have not seen before, so pure and unwavering as if he would sacrifice anything for her, such emotion is rare in this age. We began speaking and he told his story and his views before he had his child, he was frightened and unsure of how he would cope, it would mean giving up his life for this little girl.
He explained when the choice came he made it without hesitation for this very reason.
“No matter what life has been given to you good, bad or indifferent, it is life and it is precious. Everyone deserves the chance for the best life they can have, if I can make this a reality for my daughter then I will because making her as happy as she can be will be the most rewarding and perfect life for me that I could everever ask for. If I can do this for her with the time she has left then I have no regrets, no matter the sacrifice.”
This moved me to the point of tears, such a selfless act was rare and warmed my heart, what followed took me to the very edge of my control.
What can only be described as a vile creature of a man walked past with his equally devolved partner glaring at the pair because the man’s daughter was becoming restless uttering words so cruel and spiteful I cannot bring myself to repeat them. I felt an anger overcome me and I burned with rage leaving my table I was on the verge of losing control, I felt a gentle touch on my arm and as I turned the man said toto me, “let it go, they are not worth the effort and if you drop to their level they have already won.”.
His words calmed me enough to let the walk away, he truly did not care what people said Because in the end it didn’t matter. Shortly after he left with his daughter, It’s fair to say that seeing all of this has opened my eyes to just how narrow minded we really are and if one day we can all have a ounce of the humility that this made had the world would be a much better place.
He lets our an earth shattering roar,
The skies darken and growl like a caged beast,
Anger unbound knows no limits.
His rage consumes the land leaving nothing but ashes,
The skies clear,
His rage still remains buried deep until it is needed once again.