Contention is of the devil, a darkness from below. It drags you down a level when you give into a row.
Those feelings of darkness swirling, that anger for your bro Are peace and unity hurling into the abyss nobody knows.
So I hide inside my thickly shell to keep it from occurring, But frustration rising, inner hell, I get hurt from just demurring.
Emotion, across the spectrum, wants out into the light, you see. To be seen, to be mirrored, To be felt and real between both you and me.
Positive vibes we share and love, Without much regret or woe But the uglier ones we shun and shove Because they scare us so.
But denying the vibe a voice, Not letting it be seen nor mirrored Only means it will come out, nix choice, On a whole new trascendent extra tier
It will come out in some form or fashion, Or else sink its claws in thee. You will slowly drown in thy own passion Trying not to let it free.
Controlled burns are best my friends, And if you don't let others see, At least let them know thine ends That they may obtain a fear of thee.
Because this fear is called respect, And thy pathway they will make To let you chill with time to reflect Because its only healthy for thy sake
When hot heads their levelheadedness renew Friends greet friends cheerfully the more their friendship grows deeper too. Because they fear not the darkness at the door.
Contention, a point advanced or maintained in a debate or argument. What's not to like?
The poem seems to be about overheating, not using contention well, letting emotion over run an argument to the point of destruction. and not so much about illustrating contention to be an extreme negative---even of the devil.