Anger. Poems

Through Life's Clenched Jaw

teeth grind silently
in jaw's prison for sorrows
anger pressed to bone-
forgiveness waits at the gate
suppressed until victory

clenched lips hide the cry
parry what loud eyes don't see
masking every wound-
rage silenced by the anger
etched in muscle, bone, and brow

knuckles white, jaws locked
displays the relentless fight
in hate's epitaph-
yet while clenched, a jaw can't shout
a clenched fist can't grab a

Anger

Anger see’s it’s dwelling seldom blessed.
Never allowing a peaceful night of rest.
Gibberish can often leave others distressed.
Edifying words will always pass the test.
Rushed thoughts are never from your best.

In three's and eights,

As Australia faces 'its darkest hours' there
Are choices..Actions.' So that you will not be
Devoured, you can take' if there are three good sized towns.' Forge links get together, if you have just one main town
Gather seven villages; around that place.'
That you may weather the storm, into the
Wind then you can face.' Take heed, take
Measure..Husband your

Do Go

Do go behind that cloud.
Do I wish to see your face?
Feel your warmth?
I seem to say no.

Why should I reject you?
Why, oh why, this no?
What foe do I face?
What warmth do I try to expel?

Yes, allow me to say no.
A cloud is there,
oh yes, it is there.
So go behind it, do go.


(placed 8 Sep 2025)

September 11th

9/11

America is a place we would all love to go,
But on September 11th is was bombed by people we didn't know.
It may have been an ordinary Tuesday
People walking here and there
But on that dreadful day
People's lives were blown away.
Firemen, police and paramedics lost their lives
Just trying to do their job to survive.
People didn't know if

forget not king warning

forget not king warning demonic 
danger incremental gradual liberal
nor genocide joey precedent 
nor dispensation donny cleansing
oligarchy authority false choice
g ford greater more effective evil
empire merrikka people subjects 
rejects will well being ignore
dream fruition arriving never more
guard commons free speech farmed
private sector extract boiled ready frog
politic elect thesbian culture war
tonies grammies oscars divide conquer
chopping chomsky consent

Fall from love to death

It started with a smile
A true love a dirty deep love
Panda dunks and bands flying 
Clubs and soft skin
Past in the can can you remember

He was so sweet so loving
You wouldnt see it coming
The slow poison 
Shes living live laughs jokes with his boys and then

He snapped

The bruise ripened like the fake fruit that sat

Ha ha ha gotcha!

Ha...ha...ha... gotcha!

The imagined intimated response
linkedin to a swindler's
imagined thought bubble
silently spouting you ain't nothing
but a pluperfect sucker...
rendered penniless suffered
courtesy a financial blow
now left forced to eat crow
forfeiting every last red cent,
plus if applicable escrow
being analogous to an indentured servant
denied luxury and security of nest egg,
hence peace of mind to forego
pipe dreams given the heave-ho
resigned to

Controlled

Controlled

You controlled me,
Who I wanted to be

Who I was as a person,
And as a son

I wanted to be fitted to perfection,
While it was only depression 

Even with you gone,
Your never really gone

Still the puppeteer,
Controlling and full of anger

While I’m left with strings,
That still stings

I’m controlled.

An Arm’s Length Away

Sometimes, when we hurl
angry words—
ancient stones thrown by indifference,
lodging in the ears of our children.
Witnessing horror twist itself into child’s play.
A stone’s throw—killed our empathy.

Anger knows its enemy:
sitting next to,
sitting opposite of,
never with.
It sits a stone’s throw away.

Rising from the ashes of fear—
Vapours of flesh smoulder
as blooded lava flows.
Cools—
our scarred magma to a crusted creed.

The

What's your story?

What's your story?
Is it a sop story too
Cause seemingly everyone claims too
And maybe there's not a good story to tell out here

What's your story?
Is it worth even telling at first
Or you believe it needs to be told
That's why you get all grumpy when no one wants to listen 

What's your story?
Why do you think yours

the new morality

The New Morality

Trump has spoken, we get up from our chairs and salute, actually not. 
The fact is, we are tired of this endless war
That is economically viable for many, an industry of death
we do not see on the factory floor where weapons are made.
A morbid industry, many states need to stave off poverty and
unemployment.

Broken Things

Broken mugs 

And broken promises 

A broken lamp 

And broken knuckles

A broken TV 

And a broken stack of plates 

Broken drywall 

And broken glasses 

Broken bottles

And a broken door 

This is a broken home

And my heart cannot break anymore

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fk Snow White, 
fk Obsidian Butterfly,
fk Vampric Idol,
fk Beautiful Sensei,
fk Hollow Jacob,
fk Broken Wings,
fk Young Lilith,

fk me,
fk me,
fk me,
grant me,
damn me,
damn me,
damn me,

fk fk fk.

---

Here, I crown thee with my pain,
All this venom I pour forth into thy cup,
Take, please, so I may be born again,
Every sin, distilled in thy blood.

---

Father, King of Kings.
Forgive us,
For

A Masterpiece Written in Dreams

My fingers are already aching,
their muscles weary, spent, and tired.
Sweat soaks through my singlet,
my eyes grow heavy, begging for sleep,
to pay back seventy-two hours denied.

Yet each of my writes lies in his bin,
the sponsor never seems to tire
of casting them there with careless joy.
Perhaps that brings him most delight—
a cross my restless heart must bear.

Would

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