Always a fire,
flicker to flame
Burn to respire,
Blaze to reclaim
Exhumed from the ash,
Yesterday's ember
Always a fire,
Deemed to remember

Always a fire,
Set to be free
Ignite the spires,
How bright the debris
Two Towers burning,
Oh, what a scene!
Always a fire,
Fates's love in between

Always a fire,
The strength he brings
Like flares on The Shire,
Cups of the King
And SHE -- The World,
The Sun, The Star
Always a fire,
The Lovers afar

Always a fire,
Passions composed
Like notes and strokes,
Intricately chose
Bound two souls --
The Universe, discerning
Always a fire,
February --
Yearning

On this path, I've traveled far
Bound by night, led by stars
Somewhere, nowhere and in between
Guide my chaos to intervene

Hope is glorified doubt
Before the voids transcend to drought
Dreams are the midnight shroud-
Battered moonlight through the clouds

A simple mechanism to adore
Like tides from a distant shore
Or the fall of twilight sand
As you try to mold it within your hands

An artist's life- a passionate breath
A subtle kiss divides joy and death
Hail The Hanged Man!
Let him be adorned.
Commence the trial
The artist reborn

It's as if there is a saddle
****** upon my heart
A well worn invitation
For everyone and no one at all

Do you seek comfort?
You can use it
Need a release?
Abuse it

The axis of my heart has tilted
Stranger nor Lover knows its form
And though it now sets jilted
The saddle keeps it warm

There's solace within the rests... 
the subtle backbeats of existence 
dormant in my chest

Enter the ghost parade-
A soliloquy of love and pain
Waning echoes in unison
taut by fists and flames

Shadows rise
in her sunset eyes
Our love, the light
passes through

By kindled hearts
we thrive to abide
a love that we both once knew

But no bounds
are yet forsaken
Neither heart
torn in two

So let our souls reawaken
the Universe, me and you

I am a serpent in the Sun
With Earth, that trembles beneath me
My shedding of skin has now begun
A recoil of what it is to be

And I'll use that skin to understand
For what remains, is what I am
An altered vessel
A weary soul
Taking refuge
In a shallow hole


Broken, tattered and torn
Transcending through the stages
Spoken, scattered and born
A mending from words upon pages

Every day are moments
With you I want to spend
Within the folds
Of your arms and lips
Where all desires
Never end