Anger creeps from your back, its impulses goes from your spine to the back of hte head.
It crawls like a spider fast up the trunk of a tree
It tickles your ears and it makes your stomach churn.
It takes control of your throat and slowly strangles it.
Anger sheds its cocoon, revealing a beautiful chain of pearls.
Anger, the creative force of man leaves its gigantic footprints on the heart of man.
Anger, like the broken edges of the waves touches the heart of man.
Brilliant and wonderful like the spring daffodils of a japanese garden.
A phenomena that shoots up from the ground and hits the sky.
Nasty at times like the hurricanes of New Orleans.
Possessing a secret beauty
After its volcanic eruption, its aftermath creates a beautiful field of
introspection.
Tender as the night and wonderfully mysterious.
Uncomfortable ,yet a destuctive power that possesses hues
of literature.
Anger a friend of mine and times a foe.
A tumutuous emtion tha has the the power of the monsoons of India.
A phenomena that unravels harmoniously with the unfolding of time.
Anger, poseesing the many colors of the prism giving
off a red passionate aura that fills the nearby atmosphere with
inspiration.
Anger, divine and creative, one of man's chaotic emotions which
needs to be analyzed by tomorrow's psychoanalysts.