Anger starts off as something simple brought on by hurt, but if the hurt is set over the fire of jealousy, it begins to stir up like a wind and sandblasts away all common sense. It is the wrinkle in the fabric of memory that twists into the depths of things long forgotten setting into motion a dissipating hope that can soon vanish into nothingness.

She must subdue her anger and swim towards the calming shore of enlightenment before the anger consumes her. Can she stand like a tall tree and battle her emotions and slay the emerald eyed monster that’s wounded her by its thorny claws?

I hear her cry but not for me. I swim like the fish in the sea of commitment caught up in the rhythm of every day life. If she would look my way she would find a new beginning and she’d finally tame anger and keep it in its cage.

My name is Love and I course through the lives of everyone who has hope; like blood through the veins. Death happens without me and the body becomes a walking corpse. I call to her but she doesn’t hear me as she spins helplessly in a void where nothing takes shape.

I know she can sense me deep within her chest when she spies a glimmer of hope but her anger hides it in her rage. Her hope moves like sand through an hourglass of bitterness and the last grain is getting close to falling. Her eyes are covered with a shroud of deception and her hope is lost in the darkness.

Suddenly she searches for me and I come – her frozen heart melts and the hourglass shatters – her hope no longer captive. Her thoughts begin to float into a safe harbor where she slays the tall green eyed monster and removes its thorny ******.

Her tears flow like honey sticking to her cheeks as she cries like a newborn baby. Her heart is free and the red wounds heal with time as she begins to weave a hope filled life. New memories are stitched with bad to form a hero’s tapestry to be displayed in honor and not in shame. All who escape the clutches of hate are the victors. All who find me and keep me are given the strongest power known – love.

A house is built
Without foundation
This house will fall
In full cessation

A house is built
With flimsy frame
This house will fall
Who’s to blame?

A house is built
Without a roof
It’s needed parts
Have taken hoof

A house is built
It’s all intact
This house will stand
If we react

Let’s build this house
From rich to poor
Let it stand
For ever more

In what mind does perfection exist?
In the mind that thinks it knows the answers?
Or in the mind that always searches and never becomes stagnant?

In whose thoughts must I structure my words?
In my own or perhaps I should buy the mold from you
So that my mind can become like jello

If these are the words you are looking for
It doesn’t take effort only the feeling of rejection
But it is what I see in your ink blots

Unsavory words flung about in madness
Miscalculate, unworthy, and even insincere
You don’t want the truth, you want your truth

So here are my words flung up in the air
No real thought, and no effort
Let’s see where they land

Slander wears no muzzle
Fragmentation
Void of couth

Shove born from a nuzzle
Insinuation
Shoddy sleuth

Guilt turns into guzzle
Fermentation
Robbing youth

Scattered jigsaw puzzle
Imagination
Pseudo truth

No lies can bind the hearts of all
No anger heals the scars of all
No ale can hide the shame of all
No eye can see the truth of all