L'Nass Shango Poet Free verse

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 September 26, 2012 at 5:56 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 September 26, 2012 at 5:28 PM Great write L'nass..enjoy reading it this morning..all are memory of a lesson learned...wonderful thought :)) SK