The tongue is a flame so let there be grace
Shattered by a sea of dialogue
An unknown state of mind that's a stranger to failure
Has already made suit and tie on this facade
A heart of false
Illusive and over-bearing
Is a heart that's alive but barely barely
We thought we were learning how to live
but we've REALLY been learning how to die
The fatal habit of being myself is that
Improvement is no self-fulfilling rarity
The tongue is a flame that burns without consuming
Shattered by a sea of intellect
I'm a stranger insinuating another state of mind
With a fire so pure, it penetrates the hardest heart to feel
Speak now or forever burn your tongue
Your mouth is bleeding and my thoughts are numb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A Thousand Pieces Of Statue Nothing more grows from my sented view It eats away at my infested eyes Torn by weakness i want you to stay Close in your arms I wither Chanted a few outspoken words I stray Indeed close by our minds think alike Two unfolds is a slanted point of veiw A carved face of you I shall make a statue of you Curved body of structure and tone A endouted face marvels withheld I shall look and destroy So eyes could of never seen My art of you, my creative side of you Into a thousand pieces You splatter unto the floor Amberlee Spurling It kinda reminded me of my poem...by the way...very good poem you wrote