My poetry/Thisbe's Anger

Thisbe's Anger

A pallid child with naught but the bulwark of fear

Startles at your minacious forked tongue

Rage is a child-old gnome with decadent sores

He hunches,fury blanched with knuckles wan

Silent stirrings from the secret whispers

Cast Cast Cast

That die to Fortune's mysterious ways

Courage under fire

Or fury from a stalwart of rage

Crystallized to saturated age

Venom of your lily livered worth

Nurtures frantic naivety to impertinence

Breathe the breath

Fire Fire Fire

Fiery red in furious candour

The coward's song is the sorriest sorry

Trudging boulders;columns weight

Forgive then and fly child

With crooked feet and a bulbous hunch.

They mar and carve your fraility in delight

Sorry Sorry Sorry

Is the worst cure.

*** Don't be too stunned by some of the darker or angry stuff I may generate. Sometimes they are sides to a coin. Art is not limited to a 1 dimensioned character, I say this to the faint hearted friends who may wonder if I had eaten my positivy and thrown it out of the window.:)

Have u met dimwits who stir useless tales that don't mean anything but maliciousness,but the bigger u decides to not borther since it's worthless?Hence,the poetry is an outlet.