It is but a fool, traitor, and swine
That would trade love
That would trade kindness
Or friendship so true
For paltry treats
Like 30 pieces of silver

Draw your tribal ring
And watch it become forcefield
As you sleep face-up
And jilted friends bide time
For your 30 pieces of silver
May form a blade in your spine

Do you-
Ever feel the wind
Swirling
Vermillion flames
Dance like ballerinas
Amidst the smoke and charcoal ashes

Do you-
Project your wrath
As you approach
With terminal velocity
Like soft heads
In catastrophic steel car crashes

And do you-
Feel it boil
Building steam
Like slick sweat
On calloused hands
Made for dealing leather lashes

Do you-
Realize
You are a firestorm?

skating on thin ice
roadblocks
essential journeys
only

to travel toward death
go through the last door
never to look back

living on the edge of reason
facing annihilation.

What would my reaction be
If love appeared unexpectedly?
Would I be swept off my feet?
Would my glad heart skip a beat?
Or would I cower, then retreat?

Would my feet suddenly grow wings?
Might I utter foolish things,
And babble incessantly
Like a child with eager glee?
Might I become weak or giddy,
Provoking contempt or pity?

Would I think it's just a dream
Where fantasies reign supreme?
Would I find it quite sublime?
Or simply say "Well, it's about time!"
After waiting for love to appear,
Day after day, year after year

Would my face betray some doubt?
(Long ago, hope's flame burned out!)
Yet, passion still burns in my finger tips,
And desire, so fresh upon my lips

What would my reaction be
If love appeared unexpectedly?
I guess I'll just have to wait and see