My OperaSuicidal Fires
Friday, May 15, 2009 2:04:52 PM
It was not until yesterday, until it's dawn,that I saw these fires. Fires,which scare
which affirm, startle-; fires of sin,
thirst for ablution and moksh. I seemed to like
playing with them, stroking their blaze, leaving
gushes of air to their conflagration. Sometimes
I'd often wonder what it'd be like to jump
on the pyre.
I love the heat in my frailfire of dreams. Red-hot like iron.
Free to mould, free to bend, free
to spend-;extinguished in seconds.
The sovereigntyof my body-nation
cannot be proved,only doubted
like all veiled things-
So,I'd rather be the whore of your
mind and walk without fear
to put up with your pious ways
and to what your god says.
I like the mercilessness of my fires,with which it burns and spreads like
a pandemic, and chars bodies,cities,
minds-;like the embers, the searing
sparks of vicissitude and vile
through which it kills and
fire-cracks in the skies
like a celebration. I like
the anger is lost--;
I like the flames of an
aftermath, which will remind you of me.
My womanliness, my manliness,my queerness, my repertoire of me
in fires of discussion
like a celebration of vendetta,
an inferno of mockery and of wonder,
volleys of starched-staunched talks from
bitter-sour mouths. Why do I care?
I am fire. I came from fire and that's where
I will return. Burnt by the blaze of the inferno,
ramshackled to the glory of luminosity. I am fire.
It's me who will burn you.
It's me who will burn me.
Ismaelismaelsandskies # Friday, May 15, 2009 3:01:43 PM
*********crystalchick275 # Saturday, May 16, 2009 10:11:40 AM
- -mark87 # Saturday, May 16, 2009 8:35:17 PM
good job Ismael
*********crystalchick275 # Sunday, May 17, 2009 8:47:25 PM
I love the last lines. They punctuate the entire poem and message in the readers mind very well. The fierceness, the fury, the independence and the power of FIRE is something we would all do well to feel and visualise in order to help us forge our own identity through the onslaughts of others opinions and judgements. Last time I didn't tell you why I loved this poem so much. Hope this has explained it. In the second verse, there is a typo - i.e 'flail' instead of 'frail'. And the same rule applies for 'fires' as with 'things' and 'come' i.e. fires which scare, affirm and startle etc.
Definitle STAR ratings on this one!
Ismaelismaelsandskies # Monday, May 18, 2009 5:37:06 AM
thanks for pointing out the grammar in the first stanza. they are now corrected. i want this to be perfect. be right back. xox
Ismaelismaelsandskies # Monday, May 18, 2009 7:29:55 AM
*********crystalchick275 # Monday, May 18, 2009 7:57:26 AM
//The sovereignty of my body-nation
cannot be proved,only doubted
like all veiled things-//
Simply brilliant!