How To Defeat Anger Poem by Jeffrey T. Bender

Set out upon a path
A journey, to overcome wrath.
With funds, and guns, and musical math
'Til the springtime or hell and high water comes.
Or a stigmata of sorts casts us beyond the stars
Wherein and whereout lies our loves and dreams
And hopes for motion beyond a small blue speck
Takes hold of our greatest memories.

A different feeling from that of yesteryear
in which we feared but persevered
to write inside the confines of two blue lines,
yet escape the mind and propel the energy
And the vibrant imagery
Far past the scope
Of a human's mental rope
Until is embraced
The traces of the unexplored.

That which isn't real
Is always real
If you feel it necessary
To make it so
With a penstroke
To let it go
It explodes
And causes a rippling sensation
to radiate throughout the troposphere
Causing every particle to dance and come alive
It swims across a metallic surface
And touches down somewhere inside
Where it lodges itself
Awaiting a writing
To send them buzzing out again.

Among mercenary armies
Chewing up the ground and resources
In an effort to find a person they will
never catch, lo they will burn with want of it.
To overcome wrath.
They will find themselves succumbing to it.
Needing it
Feeding upon it.
Until all is laid waste in their eyes.
And then they will learn to burn the sky.

But even that
the boiling away of the very air that sustains them,
Will not slow their pursuit of wrath in all his forms.
They will chase him through the hole in the sky
No longer will they remember why
Just that that which angers them must die.
Through the void they glide
Proclaiming their God has died
and that wrath is alive.
They will proclaim their purpose
as to forever thrive with peace,
but to overcome wrath first
as a personal drive.
In overcoming wrath
They could set upon a path
Of peace everlasting.

Yet never once questioning
Whether it was actually possible to
overthrow wrath
Or whether their dominating of the stars in pursuit
of him was actually serving him.

Everyone they came across refused to help them find him
And thus suffered righteously for their lack of cooperation.
Planets and star systems fell victim to their inquisition
As it raged across the galaxy always seeking the last
known hiding place of wrath.
Until they came upon a planet, golden and sickly.
It tugged at their memories
But none of them could see
The planet before them was left long ago
To die with an enflamed sky
In pursuit of a person, or a thing
That dwelt behind their eyes.