'Tongue is a Fire' are words of love, anger, and frustration: sometimes spitting vengeance in questioning, sometimes remorseful. All in all, it’s a voice that spouts its view. Be it wrong or right, it is said and done. No excuses.
Tongue is a Fire
The tongue cannot be tamed
It is an uncontainable evil
full of noxious poison
Holler to the depths of hell
when your tongue is a fire
Quench your verbal abuse
drink the water given
beneath the sun’s rays
Look for sunlight on cold water
Speak loving words or be dumb
control that tongue
one ASYLUM
I found myself looking up to the stars after finishing my first book of emotive words. Feeling I’d said too much, my mood was guilt and questioning. Questioning has always been a problem for me.
My thought was, My second book of emotive words will be different.
Mr. Hyde thought the same, Be confronting… you’re good at it.
I’ve surveyed a journey of true discovery. When I say ‘discovery’ my findings where the missing parts to a conundrum I’d given up on a long time ago.
Mr. Hyde persuaded me to use my new found knowledge, to say all that has been hidden in my emotional depth. Again, I find myself writing words of love (I can be quite passionate when I choose to be), while at times spitting vengeance in found truths. I hold no excuses for what’s said.
There is no obligation for my emotive words to be understandable, or to try to be.
I believe the poem belongs to the reader, but if you would like to know my reason for my words then read between the [brackets] for information, clarification, or explanation, after my emotive outburst.
Life for everyone has questions. Some want to know the meaning of life; Some just question everything. Others only question their existence – as deep as that seems, it’s many lonely voices calling from the heart. Identity is key to happiness.
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