Shiny
and Bright,
so Big,
and so fucking
Beautiful.
Roses,
and Sunshine.
then truth
burns
through,
leaving a hot
mess.
and you know
forever,
and
you know always,
it was
only
you.
burn
baby
burn.
Category: Lucifer
Musings
silver laced words
fly
without fail
when
Inspiration whispers
softly
in my heart’s ear.
but
behind each
flowery phrase,
is a mountain
of Truths
i can not share:
indescribably delectable.
wickedly unattainable.
awesomely wondrous.
fearlessly flawless.
beautifully,
a-
Muse
-ing.
thank you
Splat! (mojo’s on holiday)
words fall flat
as
inspiration flees.
nonetheless, the words
fall.
….bidden certainly
(desperately), so
fall they do;
tortured
and unceremonious,
but
sincere,
and
true.
ugly words,
not fit for love.
loathsome phrase,
that kindle no one.
but here i am
humbled
and open,
ready to surrender,
and receive
a creative spark
from the sacred,
or the profane.
magic mojo, art’s desire, fire phoenix fight dance (i.e., passion)
fear empowers
words with a slick coolness.
fear reinforces
the wisdom of caution.
fear remembers
dearly and blueprints the future.
fear lives
in the darkest corner,
of each
and every one of
our hearts.
but,
fire warms
our words with earnest sincerity.
fire burns
down the walls that trap us.
fire lights
the way forward, come what may.
fire ravishes the love
in our heart, so that we may
comfort,
trust, and
love oursevles
again.
I’m burning up here.
One
in the fullness of Me,
joy and pain
slow dance
together,
as old lovers do.
(I’m on sax)
be
that which you seek,
and it ceases to be.
all that,
you will never need.
all that
you will ever need
is a song
of
“Me”.
fire to stone: a revival (though I never really left)
jump-back,
to where you belong.
kick-off,
when you hear this song.
ain’t no love
lost
on the weak
of heart.
ain’t no
hope lost
if you do your part.
child of dust,
drums,
and the ancient fire.
warrior of love,
music,
and
sacred desire
keep giving it up,
you can’t run dry.
give them everything
till the day they die.
crucible II
delicately fierce,
and burning plaintively,
such awesome power
must needs be
held,
close.
are you ready
to surrender your desire?
are you ready
to release your soul?
are you ready
to burn?
are you ready,
for me?
Keeping the Faith
fresh and young,
unlearnt
and unspoilt;
knew
what I knew,
and didn’t have a care.
then illusion drowned me
in the stench of need:
to belong
to be loved.
left me lost,
and drifting alone
in a crowd of fools.
now,
blinded
by
the clarity of my love.
i know what i knew,
and so much more.
moving the night closer
a return:
love rekindled. In the silence
of me
I see
me, staring back
with a knowing smile.
it was only a matter
of time.
no matter where I stray,
the good stuff
is right here,
at home
inside,
with me.
lets burn this motha’ down.
Clarity Conquered
hot air
blurs
and shimmers,
confusing truth
with
fantasy,
and desire.
stripped
of flame
or the want
of a touch,
moments of clarity
last an eternity.
focus blindly
in this dark
with no moon to
light your way,
and your destiny
will come to you
-to laugh.
fool of a man,
you are the fire
you are the source of all desire.
fear not the confusion
fear not to fall
fear not
fear not
fear not at all
trust in that inferno
seething within your chest.
fear not to give
light to the dark.
give your gifts.
give your love.
save your pain
but gift your all.
the world
needs
you.
i
need
you.
cold clarity invites death.
live a little, and
come
burn with me
you little devil-
come burn and dance and dream to the sounds of fiery rapture.
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