Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Fire

My life is like a mossy pond,
Slow and sweet and useless,
But I have a secret,
It's name is fire.

FIRE 

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

People don't often believe me,
When I tell them I have fire,
How else was I going to live,
If I wasn't singeing some toes?

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

My mind races like a 5 year old when he sees that he got the Monster Truck he always wanted for his birthday,
I move slow,
But there is my fire,
My mind and my soul.

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

I am a feminist,
I catch fire to the souls of people who want to burn down,
The forest that shields the wealthy,
But buries the weak.

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

I want to murder, burn, kill,
If I destroy then I am destroyed,
But the urge is there,
Don't worry I won't I promise.

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

I listen to Joan Baez singing Battle Hymn of the Old Republic,
It's the only prayer I'll ever sing,
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
His truth is marching on.

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

I used to burn paper on the iron stove when I was a kid,
I tried so hard to be a pyromaniac,
But I just didn't find it fun,
I'm such a loser but if you burn magnets they don't stick to your fridge anymore.

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

I pace back and forth and back and forth,
Why I don't know,
I just feel I have to move,
Or the flames become cinders.

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

FIRE

Well it's nighttime,
And if you have a fire like mine,
When you find someone who consumes the fire,
But isn't consumed by it,
You've found it.

I singe a lot of people's toes,
I just hope I haven't singed yours,
Yet.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Dew in a World of Rain

I wake up in the afternoon,
And it's raining.

The day after that,
It's raining.

And the day after that as well.

In a place like this,
Rain is life.

It's not a big deal,
I prefer it to sunshine actually.

Sunlight is that kind of thing,
Where people like it even though they can't say why.

It makes me sick.

I miss the misty morning dew.

Its gentle water in the blue daylight,
Was a promise of better things to come.

Dew was gentle,
Rain is ferocious.

Dew was a hug,
And rain is this carnal lover attacking every inch of your body with burning ferocity.

I mean sometimes you just need a hug.

Sheesh.