Anger, is the deadliest of the seven sins.

It burbles, twists and writhes like koi in a shallow pond.

It is, by far, the deadliest sin

because sometimes it is opaque and translucent,

clouding your judgement. Other times,

it clears your mind and allows for thoughtfulness.

Anger blows kisses at temptation

and shoves away all other emotion.

It dominates all other feelings and allows only

Sadness to contend with him.

Anger equates with masculinity, defensiveness

and strength. He lies just beneath the surface for some,

and deep down inside for others.

He makes you do things you will soon regret

or won’t

And who’s to say that one outcome is worse than the other.

By simply existing,

A simple, happy nature is almost impossible

Because Anger must always be dominant and forefront.

 

Anger exists in the dark, deep and hollow forests

of the mind, seizing and wrenching

attention whenever possible, and once it has

Control, is very hard to lose and very hard to shake.

slowly , icy fingers stretch up your spine

once he has left the vicinity

Because red hot passion spews in his presence.

We bellow and simper in order to relieve the pressure

that builds from Anger’s presence

and sometimes, the smallest catalyst beckons

And he comes running.

The real heros are those of us who know

Anger, but refuse him entrance into our sights.

 

And one day, she will snap.

Simply burst into millions of pieces

with only a cloud of sparkles

shimmering with the past on the horizon.

Anger changes the present and future but is

fueled by the past. Irony at it’s finest.

 

Sometimes we want to be bad.

To just let loose and do whatever

our soul and mind and heart want.

Anger is the source of the easiest excuse

to get away with doing bad things.

We believe that we can be forgiven

for a mistake because we are human.

Mistakes are meant to be made

and in doing so, we become stronger;

More hearty, tangible to ourselves.

But there is also consequence…

We become less palatable for anyone around us.

People always tell us to suppress, improve,

emblazon, destroy ourselves so that we might

be easier to digest among our fellow beings.

Also human nature.

Both of these elements make up human nature,

Anger being the other.

And loving ourselves, is much easier said than done.

 

Seven is universally understood as a number of

Completion; And maybe it is because of this

resolution, that there are seven deadly sins.

One for each part of a whole.

This is why we are imperfect creature.

We do not realize that by committing this revolution

Of deadly sins, that we are in a sense,

committing an act of wholesomeness;

coming full circle. Seven.

Time smudges us into the earth

creating a return to the elements from

which some believe we came.

But Time, and Anger, are the

Great Constants of life. Where there is life,

Anger will always be remembered because

of the damage left in his wake.

And Time, the more time there is,

the more time we have to get angry

and chase him around in a circle,

like a dog chasing it’s own inevitable tail.