ANGER

They say I must write about anger. Your anger, their anger, perhaps even my anger.

I guess one could say anger can be fathomed in many ways and mannerisms, some comparable in state and being then others untouchable in measures. Some say there is good and bad anger, that the depth and meaning is what brings its purpose. That we only see the surface when it rises and if we peel back the layers like a rotten onion we will find its demonic reason or its unbridled justifications. So the deliverers of anger would have you think, their never ending hopes and dreams of anger that drive them beyond normality.

 Then there are the facsimiles of anger that just simply protrude into our daily lives from our own actions or the agenda of those that become a slave to their own destruction or greed. So anger, being as it is, can almost be considered to have a life or entity all its own. It lives in all things including the innocent or naive. It is only the simplest of forms that escape its reach as their lives are consumed by basic survival. It is amazing to see anger, in whatever aspect, amongst things of nature. One wouldn't think it would be secretly lurking there waiting to raise its ugly head.

 In truth it may be just a simple response to survival, one reaction to an action given or received. It does however become more deliberate as we intensify the intelligence of the wielding force behind the contestants entwined in the arena. The play, arranged in pre-format, unfolds before the audience intended. Usually gathering forces for the spectators to witness.

Other forms of anger are speculative in nature being that they had purpose without reason or form. Its creation is of the moment with purest intent or conclusion. Was there rhyme or reason? Was there meaning or justification? Was the action provoked or was it predatory? The later, being a question of supreme intent, giving way to will and destruction to others or within.

Does the anger get to cultivate then have production? Does it pile up blocking all other things and then one day or moment in time burst with explosion? Does it hit its mark or lash out at all that surrounds it? Is it a darkness in a sea of evil or the bringer of salvation to guide all thru the light?

 It is chastised by some and welcomed by others, this there is no doubt. The past has many aberrations from tales of old. Yet we see it raise its ugly head many forms today. From our own daily lives and on the news. And we can only shake our heads in disbelief. We see what cannot be controlled and then act out on the ones we love in shame or in the name of justice or self righteousness.

 But what we really want is mutual respect even though the true calling of all our nature is survival of the fittest. Which puts anger in perception accordingly, giving it validation.

 As for my anger, well it has many depths depending on the subject at hand. I wear it within the walls of my chest like the tools of a shed. I use what is needed at the moment to guard my being and to protect others when I can.

 It is responsive and it is proactive, it just depends on how much you piss me off !

(by Roelin Davis 10/1/2011 all rights reserved)