Out of Nowhere - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Out of Nowhere

One day, out of nowhere,
He decided to let her in.
There was no particular
Reason, it had just become
Tiresome to constantly think of
Ways to hide from view.

One day, out of nowhere,
He decided to talk about
That thing that happened and
Changed his life forever.
It had become untenable to
Hold back the deluge
Another moment.


 
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Be Nice Already - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Be Nice Already

Be nice already.
Would it kill you?
Take off your monster outfit and
Hang out with people who want to
Get to know you.
Come down from your perch and
Check out all the delicious seeds.

Every drop of kindness offered to
Another is an oasis in the middle of a
Scorching desert, an outstretched hand
When falling off a cliff, a moment of
Hope and connection amidst turmoil.

Be nice already.
It won’t kill you.
It’s not a monster.
It’s delicious.


 
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Trampling Delicate Flowers - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Trampling Delicate Flowers

The whimsy of a kind word,
Lovely picture, thoughtful
Gesture, silly story,
Innocent giggle, affectionate
Wink, gentle hug, quiet moment,
Inner insight, peaceful realization,
Untainted by maudlin, cheesy,
Common denominator product
Thoughtlessly ingested by dull
Plodding herd inattentive,
Trampling delicate flowers.


 
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Turn Back - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Turn Back

A cabal of petty,
Unreconstructed hacks
With no experience of
Being discriminated against,
Making sweeping
Discriminatory decisions
Against the unprotected,
Limiting their rights,
Restricting their ability to
Achieve their dreams,
Ignoring heinous past and
Present transgressions.
Inequality institutionalized,
Codified by privileged brutes
Who’ve never had to
See things from
Someone else’s perspective,
Or have some kind of
Strange axe to grind,
Smugly decreeing a
Less compassionate world.
Turn back the clock,
Reverse progress.

Mercilessness - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Mercilessness

Sadism personified,
Culture of barbarism,
Fear, cruelty,
Casual violence.

Self-perpetuating system,
Commend bad behavior,
Promote inhumanity,
Celebrate malice.

Respond to everything
With brutality,
Pledge fealty to
Mercilessness.

You Do - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

You Do

You say that you act a certain
Way and then do the exact opposite of
What you’ve just asserted.
There are two options that might
Explain this type of behavior:
One is you don’t realize what you’re doing,
The other is you do.

Indisputable - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Indisputable

No room for debate,
Mind made up beforehand.
Unrelentingly imposed
Hierarchy – a few on top,
Most on the bottom.
Homogeneity of belief,
Indoctrinated from birth,
Perpetuated by self-interested
Megalomaniacs unwilling to
Consider other perspectives,
Their version of the truth
Absolute, indisputable.
Fabricate the doctrine,
Tighten the yoke around
Subservient subjects,
Keep them in the dark,
The malleable uninformed.

Longstanding - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Longstanding

Outraged that their longstanding
Position is being challenged,
They scramble out angrily
From their holes,
Attacking anyone
Who doesn’t fit the profile,
Obnoxiously making everything
Worse for everyone,
Terrified of equality.

Salves - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Salves

She surrounded herself with
All manner of people who
Flattered and inflated her to
Fleeting girth and satiety.

When she became listless and
Shrivelled, she summoned
Another retinue and basked in
Sycophantic adulation.

When it came time to repose,
She stifled the cries with
Copious amounts of self-congratulation,
Elaborate salves of deception.

Disremembered - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Disremembered

In his quietest moments he
Understood that it was not
Others who merited his caustic
Contempt or held his fate in
Their unworthy hands. It was
He who had the responsibility
To heal the wounds that had
Found permanent asylum in
The disremembered corners of
His unconsciousness.

Poetry by Guy Farmer