As Jim Morrison put it-

“come on baby light my fire”

Well consider me burnt

I am the embers of a dying flame
I am an ashtray in your heart

I am the curl of smoke on freshly lit incense

I am light
I am light

I am bones in a field

I am a solitary crow

I am smite
Baby, I am fading light

I wish I were a Big Balloon, I'd
float up to the Sky..
To pass the tree tops on the way,
and say, "keep green, by, by.."
The Birds and Bees I'd pass with ease,
and if we bump, "excuse me please.."
White clouds moving, against a sky
of blue..To them it would be ,
"please let me thru.."
Finally, I'm home, and I would see,
Heavenly Angels watching me..
This would be my Love filled fate.
To float around, God's Heaven Gate..

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

You see for the longest time I was in misery,
Oblivious to my restrictions.
And for the longest time I didn’t realize that my impulse controlled my addiction.

I could no longer diminish the size of my issues,
So I turned my issues into tears,
and as they poured down onto tissues
I captured it all in a bottle
and threw it out to sea.

Hoping that whoever caught
the life I had relinquished,
could turn the horrifics into its terrifics,
my uncheaved dreams into victories,
my dismay into assurance.
and that my tears could make up the ocean
that would soon guide its way back to me.

And when I found you again
the emptiness within my soul
that had triggered my addiction
when I tested all my limits would be full again.

Because that’s what you do when you feel empty
you test your every limit,
looking a remedy to cure the pain,
a little something to take it all away
but you never realize
that little by little its taking you too.

Liar, liar hanging there,
How does it feel when people stare?
Do you return their wicked glare?
Or try too hard to breathe the air?

Liar, liar why are you dead?
Is it because of the words you said?
Your body is apart from your head
Lying in a box-like bed

Liar, liar did you see this as your fate?
Or were you among the others in this debate?
Either way it's too late
That's why you now stand at hell's gate!

I'm ashamed; posting
these awkward poems; expecting
you'd read this and smile.

This was not love making.
This was sin
and the devil victoriously
danced between the sheets.