I am really fucking angry

Barnabas There are some wars not worth fighting; there are some that are pointless. I find it's much simpler to be a man of encouragement. A kind word is worth more than a years supply of mortars, bullets, and bombs. War, any war, is a crime. (at least on one side) Follow instead the advice of Romans 12:20. What do I see? bitter, talented people with angry, clenched teeth. But wherein lies a person's worth? Why, it is in the fact that they are designed by God, and "God doesn't make junk." So when you insult your brother, or you belittle your sister you insult God. In this atheists have their excuse to treat their contemporaries in the most vile ways. And Christians! You should be the standard, not the preacher if you can't preach. You can nose up sweetly to dogs, but not your fellow man. Be a Barnabas, when the Ratbag taunts you; be an encourager. Lest you bring the whole ship down. "Not since the Houston Asylum Fire of '54 have I seen so many flaming crazies." ~Dan Rather, SNL Fringe Candidates Debate

call me a pussy, call me a coward but i value a hug, a manly handshake or just to walk away silently from a fight to be than to start the fight and end up hurting myself and others, be in pain or in hospital or in a coffin six feet underground, leaving my family and friends to sorrow over my dead body. your poem is very strong in emotions. good work.

Ya know I was watching a movie the other day and I heard a little girl say something that caught me off guard, she was saying God made us in his image does that not mean that we do is supposed to be good no matter what because we are in his image. Well I've thought on that the past couple of days and haven't come up with anything useful in that but this little number here reminded me of the same thing the line I hate a lot and live in love thats an amazing line there people could learn from that one but thats just me and these so called thoughts in my head! Any who I love it it makes perfect sense to me well done

W.E., It's appropriate that your initials here are "WE". In your anger, you lost control. Several misspellings, and typos. In a way it adds to the affect of the piece, by demonstrating what 'we' can expect from anger, in a micro-cosmic example. In a real fight, for freedom, or life, anger may be strong motivation, but control is paramount. wcw

ya know? Anyhow, have a peanut ! If you read that I feel lucky. Mark

Honesty is the best policy... very few can tolerate brutal honesty... as honesty is subjective and objectifies others, imo. However, in any case, a willingness is necessary to create bridges where there were none before.... before the you and before the I... As far as images: we humans have made God into our own image... hence all the religions...and all the wars that religions have brought about. I've done much thinking about that one... from my earliest Catholic background to the Advaita I now *practice*, both intentionally and unintentionally. ;-) ~A "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

my oh my, you WERE angry when writing this. How do I know? Because you seem to have hit your keyboard especially hard and not always landed on the right key... Cheers, ~Nina

Don't like the misspellings though, it makes the piece seem childish, and it isn't. Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

Press any moral on others, and the results are predictable. I make it clear that I have assurance, rather then petty beliefs, imposing idealism on others is hating them,Under pretense. A bold write.. Listen Haters! In ink, Dabbler ps I will never hold an orgy in a church, why do they preach on our streets?

dick drive c:drive ego drive Id banter farmer first A stately poem my freind watching phosphorus bombs falling into Gaza remembering the idyosyncratic democrasy of grade Eleven how many sharp assed fools performing by dumping their ridicule on me sitting there drawing sipping coffee not hurting anyone yet reacting finding them alone and there after never having a problem with them Alpha Dog agression psychological detonation their place set silence was their fine verb theses beautiful rich ones struggle in the cold with no warmth find love in the night with no hearts to wrap tenderness be weak against an aggressor your inch of land a handle of dust God Save the King God Bless America Canada our home and native land Islam is the light and many others jet drive ram air orators smooth oiling the grit of the calling filling in uniforms and loading ammunitions the drums are speaking the poets are writing and we are listening Great poem my freind yes people who get swallowed up by false pride are a pain in the ass owww! heh heh

indeed. for someone to have pissed you off, jess, they must have been somewhat or somewhere in the wrong. it's always good to remind ourselves that though we are poets we are still but mere human beings: whatever we are, whatever labels we so compulsively paste over the "EGO" sign in our consciousness, we are equal (and i don't care what any scientist or philosopher or anyone says about it) on a very basic, sometimes most humbling level. many people (most even) have no interest in recognizing this innate truth because it would require the shedding of our most precious illusions. you are a person who has already attempted this (which says worlds from the getgo) and who is aware of (which is also a world in itself). all of us poets and "sensitive" people of any kind are aware of this to some degree, and in that respect we are little Christs: whatever happens or whatever is thrown at us, we have overcome the world. ora prob nobis

Now let's get constructive and down to business on it. I suggest a few changes mostly for readability and grammar corrections. Angry at the world, and at petty nasty poets, and at cruelty, angry at the whole fucking word, Aslo (Also I)love it. I love my friends and family(love my friends and family), love the world and nature, love even myself at times. But despise intolent(insolent? intolerant?) people who think they are better than others, I include mysself(myself) at times. I especially hate hate. People who don’t see people as people. I hate a lot, but live inlove (I hate a lot, but live in love), Think about it, haters I think you'll find my suggested changes do a lot for the impact and readability of the rant poem. Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water."

Just a question here, poets..... other than writing poetry.... what DO we do in the processing of *righteous indignation*.....? How do we use anger (which can be toxic turned inside or outside) constructively rather than destructively? How do we return to *an even keel*? ~A p.s. I thought the misspellings led to the authenticity of the poem Jess... It certainly wasn't something you *edited* before you posted it. "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

I am glad to see you fixed most of the spelling errors... intolent... did you mean intolerant as Rett suggested? Now let me tell you why I so identify with your rant, because I too hate the world at times along with the different but same intolerances among the so-called higher human race... and of course I include myself as well. because we are all guilty, some more intolerant than others. a thinking man's poem.... enjoyed the read! Richard

It's called fredom of choice, we are all entitled to feel what we feel depending on the circumstances. Even Dr Jekell could not Hyde it. Good write.

this is a monster write, because I have felt as you, and many was the time that I took action on those hate's, so I do see your point that love is hard work, but the rewards are great. Now I wait to see in the dark! wonderful write!! Eddie

Ahh, my little Lindsey Buckingham look-alike friend... you sure packed a lot of power into this one. Amazingly enough (and this is a first, I think) I actually agree with some of what you say. We both hate the frustrating things in life, and we're both trying to incorporate acceptance into our daily lives. Well done, you. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"Handle every situation like a dog: if you can't eat it, or screw it, piss on it and walk away!"

I am really fucking angry too. cheers to being really fucking angry. .................................................................................. stop rambling about how things were perfect, are perfect or will be perfect. perfect is imperfect, and imperfect is perfect.

Unfortunately, I took the time to read other comments before leaving my own and can now find nothing original to say. This piece needed to be written. It takes a brave poet and person to put it on paper, no matter what others might think. What might seem like a childish rant should be considered more carefully by its readers. This is an explosion in reality. Best ~ Ronda

You were screaming. Do you go mack after and say padon me I mispelled some words in my screaming and the grammar was not right. When people express their anger they are usually mad and have not much control. If it were to be all proper I believe that would be assertiveness. I felt the anger in the original and had to laugh (was thinking > he's pissed....) but had to agree with your LOGIC :) and that is what the original was about I do believe. If you read that I feel lucky. Mark

Jess, have I ever told you I love you and your rants? ~Anna "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

So enjoyed the contrast between Anger and Love, but why should I know what you said here? I love anger, I hate love, I hate hate and I love the anger that I hate that I love love-e.i.e.i.o....your last lines make for a great bumbper sticker, but the poem itself is not poetry, for it failed to convey what "I" feel. Your poem in short, "Hate, love: me! and you?" Make 'em feel it! Joe~

the love/hate theme. The bouncing reflections between your external perceptions of being angry and hating the world, to your internal perceptions of what you don't like about yourself. There are a number of lines that I like, the lines "...I hate a lot, but I try to live with love..." and "...Love is hard work, and hard work is most rewarding." Which brings me to what else I like about your poem, the beginning and the end. You start expressing how angry you are with the world, but end off with love and that love is hard work.