Poem -

Scolding Deep in the Scalding Ocean Depths

Summary

Not too long ago I was thrown out of my house for my erratic and violent
behaviour. Upon reflection, I have written this to help relieve
stresses and strains, it has worked.

To help develop my writing skills I have recently purchased a tool book
that is solely based on wordplay and anagrams. The types of wordplay
I have included in my piece of work are: aptanagrams, phantonyms and
contronyms.

As I rearrange the letters of my silent-ness listen to this,

contemplation on one of my mental topic-s.

~

I'm digging in dragon teeth,

deep within the rubble,

Where an inflamed phoenix rises from these ashes,

To glide over crashing fire waves,

With a purpose to prey on a fleeing dragon,

Across the fiery waters that run deep enough,

To engulf shadow and screen the bright side,

Like drifting ash clouds,

that conceal the burning rays of the sun,

Until darkness is all that is clearly revealed,

~

To when my troubles are set alight and brought back to life,

and fuels the psychosis furnace with dead rooted firewood,

that creates a mazed path of incineration like a disarrayed forest fire,

I preach an enchanting inferno chant,

and my brain has caught aflame,

as my toes stand stalked in a petrified stance,

like I was a hot head suffering from cold feet,

As I seethe in a flagons doing,

~

But the good of me will be victorious,

And understood over the vicious,

anxious conscience, that I prohibit,

Yet at times my inner conflict goes against me,

and can't go hand in hand,

like a handshake between enemies at war,

~

And so when the worst of me loses,

I begin to defend my livid conscience,

Until I scurry away from the surreal situation,

then reflect greatly on the outlandish situation,

To where I immerse myself under the world,

Like when I submerged in a calm, warm, stress relieving bath,

To temper my tough lyrics with the strongest illustrations of wrath,

from the acceleration of a hot tap,

And temper my soft spirit with a serene peace,

from the halting of a cool tap,

To decide whether I am blowing hot or cold, and 

To decide what aspects of life are at the right temperature?

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