Art in Anger

So when you are angry
Make it beautiful
Craft
The Art of Madness
Poetry of Fury
Anthem of Revenge
The Beautiful Disaster

Write it
Sing it
Scream it
Pound on it
Indulge in the madness

For in those times
In those delicate times
You are vulnerable
And everything you do
They show authenticity
Pieces of humanity

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Snore Whistle Blow

Snore
Whistle
Blow

Rhythmic sounds
Sounding one after the other

Snore
Breath blocked
Evidence of exhaustion

Whistle
Effortless sound
Granted by the lips

Blow
Cooling of tea
Crafting beats of melody

Beating like drums
Guitars strum
Music born
From its simplicity

 

Middle

Middle
Is where I am
I am the in progress
The processing
My location is in between
I am not the sun
Nor the rain
Just the shade
Not quite
Nor enough
But getting there
I had begun my journey
But have not arrived
Not in a hurry
Taking my time
Not freezing
Nor burning
Just warm
Filled with potentials
To be and become
Riding along
Passing through
Waiting
To get to you