The angry words spoken are not
It is hurt from the heart hidden below
The tears that creep into the eyes are not for sorrow
Happy joys left from yesterdays
Reaching to be touched
Confusion and abandonment parlay
To not know the end comes what may
Judgment sent from what is not
Life and love it is but want
Actions speak louder tis right they do
Which actions to listen to is but play
For the soul sees one then another
Knows not what to partake
Some may be good at play
Others good at bein played
Does it ever stop
A fool rushes in more than not
Is it foolish indeed to be the one deceived
To never know, to never risk
Life and love it is but want for those who believe

Angry words rush forth the foolish mouth
Hurt and slander as they may
Retribution for the foolish actions of the irrational self
What to make of a fool’s play to rise above the parlay
Stand firm in foolish light
What is right and decent to the beast
Rickety road for all to see
A fool’s own belief to be
A kinder soul to thee

Angry words rush forth etching the pain away
Understanding and reason out the window pane
Glorifying in the breakage left
Forgiveness a large pill to swallow for those who have been illogical
Stand tall, stand firm to what is right
Those who do not see the actions in the darkness
Shall never believe the actions of the day
Blinded by their way in hardness they play
Perceiving what they may
No one to stand firm against the back
The dagger hidden from sight
Crippling in its might
Angry words in the fight
Play on wayward son
fool’s will rush in to be played

Cop outs to be given to allow one to slither away
In truth the deceived was deceived in the light
For the angry words crippled the sight
Of one that was true and faithful despite the might
In the end only one wins
The one that never gave up hope
Tho the words spoken in haste hurt
Tis truth that sets one free
Angry words spoken back
Set free the light within