Metal For Them! - Poem by Shireen Ramadan
Metal is my mental orgasm to cum out my thoughts.
A musing obsession that you reach the spiritual circle in a song.
The lyrics are souls ov fighters, holding their names.
The growls breed a gladiating fury.
The guitar rhythms are the sound ov swords.
The drums indicate lunacy from a battle to begin.
Metal is my liberty ov soul & matter.
A religious ceremony, my warlike bondage, worshipping weapons.
A knife without blades, cutting to heal the psyche.
The inner self, the life force, the tendency ov free wits.
A point ov realising what divinity is.
Holding no end to rot inside me.
That I cannot sense the pains in my frame.
The inspiration, the injuries, my poems in many faces.
My flesh is numbed with its drug & atmosphere.
That this music never dies as it's a phase ov death itself.
Another coma ov life, spheres ov ghosts, to separate the externity from your own.
To have a full & ultimate notion ov who you really are.
Nourishing infinity in a new world, feeding the plant ov truth in you.
& it'll never come to termination, to breed the symbols.
Metal is the entity ov all your ideas, perception & grasp bonding all in sole focus.
Without conscious you initiate the sacredness ov arts.
The pride ov warriors.
The surrealism ov minds.
The energy ov natures.
The brainstorming ov spooks.
All together, bleeding.
Having a full control ov what lies beyond.
Holding harness ov letters to resurrect a muse.
But in utter, with compos mentis.
Metal for them is my isolation.....
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