anger is a callous of passion.
passion has a soft grip
while anger is an over-gripe, relentlessly so.
anger is the use of the throttle
without real concern about engine-results.
anger makes loud as if over-emphasized.
passion exudes,
makes coalesce with all available spaces.
anger makes ruble into expressive art.
anger claims issues
but goes with exaltation and fumes.
passion has seductive seepage,
in the way the sky calls for the bloom of spring.
passion has cells dancing in their stillness.
anger is hunting for firewood in every topic.
anger would claim that there was always smoke
way before the appearance of their fire in hand.
but then anger and passion have the same seed-base.
the difference is where they were planted
and what nurturance served
as their nuance for growth.
anger has the essence of passion
but spent on boulders of conclusions
and not on the fragrance of vision expanding.
hurt me with highly charged posters
being vocally waved, raining down on my head.
but pleasure me with secrets of insight, whispered,
as if the future embraces my coming . . .
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