fire & smoke

She was the fire in my chest,
the volcano in thine breast.
Albeit my ice heart,
she burned bright and she burned blue.
She made my glacier part,
And my soul flew.

Mine own lungs’ oxygen kindled her,
as well as the brazier she lodged in my ribs.
Now she burns no more,
She left my core sore.
All that’s left is to vomit ash.

Sometimes at dawn if I am lucky,
I find my soul’s dew,
ruined waters of my spirit.
Even rarer i find a heavy fog,
or a light mist.
As though she burnt bright,
Even if only for a night.
On those days i am a kite.

And she is both the fire and the smoke,
devouring me, lifting me or choking me.

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so neat!

Her heart broke so elegantly,

None of its pieces sliced her as she walked all around it,

She swept it all up,

Tucked it nicely, evenly under the rug.

Then unfolded her polka dot dress, the one with the multi colours.

Climbed up onto the stool and released.

Her bowels didn’t loose though.

Her dress still nice and starchy after a week.

She lived a squeaky clean life,

And her death is just,

Oh so neat!

birth

I see fire,
A swollen belly filled with flame,
a burning tree inside,
a volcano lined with red,
it will spew to fill the chasm,
where a chunk of crown awaits it,
the fire comes tonight.
We shall bathe in its light,
our charred hearts shall rejoice,
with the blue kiss.

spring

Quieten your fire now,

Turn it into a spring,

Let it spring forth,

like the sea’s wroth,

Let it leap,

like a man to his death,

fire turned wave,

deliciously desperate,

desperately insane.

Incendiary shards of pain,

woven into a delicate mirror,

to cut and slice,

with thine reflection.

 

 

free?

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And now I ask,

Are you free?

Have you ever been truly free?

The freedom of a fire,

Coursing through the veins of a Savannah,

A grassland sodden in flame,

A destructive freedom,

Baring and battering the earth,

Leaving it sore and inflamed.

The freedom of the wave,

Belched from the deepest recesses of the sea’s mouth,

Rushing thousands of miles per hour,

Soured with ire,

As it bangs with all its fury,

With all its power,

At the cliff tower.

Have you ever felt the dance of liberation?

In your feet, your spine and your mind,

Your body overrun with convulsions,

Temperature spiking with victory,

At long last.

Have you felt your body wrapped…..

In a spiritual embrace?

A genocide of fear,

A nuclear warfare within,

Rays of thine own exothermic revolution,

suffusing reality and history.

I will ask again,

Are you free?

Have you ever been truly?

dedicated to all the unsung freedom fighters and slaves who dreamed of freedom.