Stupid

Stupid, What kind of frivolous past time Is climbing a dumb intrigue To peer down into a hole of fire You know what a volcano is, don't you It is where God keep his anger It is where the earth's heart Churns into fire You see I do not mess with things That have mess like that in them We are too hung up on the ego Wait until you stand before the altar Stupid A volcano is just hole in the ground A hot hole for venting pressure A hot rock Like a frozen frame when the camera shut And trap us Motionless in the motion Of silly coming and going, going and coming Around the rim of deep frustration.

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Zhian Mostofi

Date: 9/26/2012 5:56:00 PM

feeling a volcanic churning coming from the words as they progress to the end. My interpretation is that we make the time-old mistake of locking inside ourselves our desires and essentially our self expression and thus we spit fire at eachother. what was your impression when you wrote it L'nass? thx

Sukmawati Komala

Date: 9/26/2012 5:28:00 PM

Great write L'nass..enjoy reading it this morning..all are memory of a lesson learned...wonderful thought :)) SK