Anger

As fumes flow through it,
Thickening in it's precipitation,
Unable to control its swirling devastation,
Personified geological damage,
This disaster would implore a savage,

Red is the colour,
Head becomes the other,
These fumes are choking,
Throat is croaking,
Mouth opened –
to fire fume-filled flares,
NATURAL disasters always provoke stares,

Every glance is irking,
Any word leaves explosion lurking,
DO NOT DISTUB Disaster,
Leaving fumes alone, puts them out faster,
It is said devastation occurs to allow reflective learning,
But it's sometimes better to allow that flare to keep on burning.

Staring In Spite

He feels the heat of bad-minded stares,
Penetrating through the back of his mind hairs,
Unaware of why the starer wishes to beguile him,
Negatively- as malice takes physical form and starts to pile in,
What eyes cannot see, the soul cannot feel,
Ignorant to what awaits the end of this 'Last Supper' meal.

As he turns around they become eye to eye,
Unknowingly startled- he activates a smiling tie,
Friendship, comraderie, companionship are the mental assumption,
He knows not of the torturous twisted truncheon,
Ready and aimed at his oblivious opening,
The tree branch is set, as is the starer ready to rope him in,

He starts to feel the strain of spite affecting his life through vengeful verbal,
'Others' around him start to treat him Blue whilst they ALL pose purple!
He is flabbergasted and absolutely perplexed,
Unconcious to that which could have made them so vexed,
Slowly tracing the heinous trail of this planned pepetrated passage,
HE finds out HOW the starer wanted his demise to be massive!

Keep your 'back' eyes open and never you entrust just any one,
If that trust is authentic, that trust is to be won!

Why do YOU stare?