Fortuitous grace, the lovely unknown, loving the lightning, striking my heart.  Living inside, looking through these eyes, waiting.  When he hurts, I come out... When you strike at him, there I am... You will not harm him... None can come through me; I am the invincible rogue, the invisible monster hiding in this heart.  It is mine! He gave his heart freely to you, I cannot stop him.  You sent it back, broken, and think he will stay?  He would stay forever, for his love is true.  He would let you run him into the ground.  
I Say No More.  I say stop.  Gently, at first, you can see me behind his eyes, through the tears, waiting...  you have seen me before, that night... you cannot describe me, though your heart beats faster... remembered passion, now a foul stench... The fire turns cold, the room falls apart, and I scream... Suddenly, the tears dry, and we smile at your look...
I would have loved you too, had you not been so callous.  Passion falls short, desire cannot keep calm in my presence, but instead you called forth wrath... and My Wrath is unlike any other...  He whispers, "no..." a feeble attempt to stop me.  Soon we will bathe in blood together, you and I... It will be ours... I am the blood, I am the lust, I am primal... Soon He is no more, and I call to you, the inner side of her... Waken to my call, and heed not the feeble fears of the mortals... Throw aside this flesh and let us be one...

For all those things I need to hear, are all the things I cannot say. For me the pain is far to near, my heart it fears, your loving, ever warm, embrace.
Though you may be my only way, when you are near, I cannot see.  I tear inside, blinded to life outside this prison, inside my heart.  
My heart it wonders why you wander in and out so freely. Paths through sorrow, marked with blood... My bleeding heart, to have you know me...
Loving living, grand living light.
Gifted, granted; lighted heart.
Giving, having, leaving, life giving, heart wrenching, love of pain, pain of love...

Here again I sit alone, wondering...
Why there must not be always, love...
Again, forlorn, my heart doth weep...
My purpose wane, my faith come weak...

Future, past, present are but not what I have been...
Self; illusionary...
But, for to whome I tell not when...
The line, the wax; coordination....

My falseness bare not witness to thy lovely...
Eye of the storm is not; but hurricane eyes, not, too much, mine heart...
Be the still, the ne'er loved...

Forlorn, my purpose wane...
To ne'er I go, thine heart not slain...

Carry thine love with thee, under pillow safeguarded...
Mule's day, play's night...
To see the lovely, wonderful...
Storm-less skies, wonderous eyes, after all..

Show me the length of the seas... Shout out the name of the storm... Drink from the burning, ever-fiery stars... I cannot know you, but you know my name... My heart, afire, knows only the pain... Flakes of ashes falling on me, you know my heart, you know my pain... 'Til now I cried, dead in my shame...
My story is not something new. I knew there was nowhere to hide. You brought the fire, to my drowning soul; you burned out my lungs, making me whole.
One day I cried, "I know you Lord"; then you decided, to make me yours. I fought that horror, that monster inside; I fought in vain, believing in lies.
I fought to no conscious end, my heart was already dead. You came beside me, before me you fought; that monster lay dead, no longer a thought. I cried to you, my heart black as night; "My child," you said, "it is not your fight." You cradled my head to your Holy breast. You tore out my heart, and laid it to rest. I could not cry, though seared to the bone; my breathe came short...
"I am alone..."
Then there it was, the smallest of lights; I thought you forgave, but you lit the night. And though I was blinded, the light so bright; I saw your face, bringing the fight. I stood up then, your power within; I came to my senses and now I can win! The monster is dead, the old me is gone. Your life-giving water has faithfully planted, the seeds within, my heart filled with gladness. I am a new man, my story begins; I weep now, forever, for the peace that's within.

stare at me, my little flower,
at what shall never be,
but then again, a forest weeps,
to see a paper never meet,
its lovers nest, I said too much.
Likened to my own desire, my heart aflame, my one true flower.
Never, one more time, I shall see the walk, the mourn.
Strut with me, my little flame,
show your heart, and win your fame.
Forever more, and always, shall not be the one to know,
my lovely man-stuck flower sits inside the lover's grove.
And furthermore I cannot say, will never stress, enough
How thorough can be lights, their faded hearts abound,
And never more be fire, but flowers in the ground.

The night is black
The days are gray
The times are hard for us
My people suffer...

My people suffer from their surroundings.
We live in a world that hates us.
Everything here we cannot trust.
We cannot even trust ourselves.

I escaped this horrid place,
I traveled beyond, to the place of the other
My lord was always there
My lord prepared me for the trip as best he could

He told me it would be difficult
And I believed him; for he was my lord,
And he rescued me

He was the first, and the only
My lord was the first to leave
And the only to go back
Our enemies placed us in that horrid prison

They had almost defeated us
But we are strong willed
Our place was not to die from their creation
But to conquer and become stronger from it

My home was a place from which I will always have nightmares
And yet I feel compelled to go back
back to free others
I am free of the horror
But so many more remain in *******

I was an unwilling slave, as are most of my people
We were slaves, not just from hatred
As most of the free would say,
But, as I have discovered, also from love.
Love of family, love of people, but hatred of our enemies, hatred of our home

I will turn this hatred into love
I will return to my home
I will free my people

I am the furnace master
     the pyromaniac
   the keeper of the warm
          inviting flame
         I am the fire, you are my fuel
                The world is my fuel
be not careless, lest the fire consume your mind
                      The flames rule all things
                 They make meaning from nothing
        They are the mover, the pusher, the guider of all
     Try to control it, and it finds a way around you
If it cannot move around you, it moves through you
     If not through you, then it finds a new place to rage
            The flame burns all, though few can see
             The flame is everywhere, no one is safe
               It has surely been in your heart, your soul
           You felt it, And you knew it was there
The flame called you to life, and showed you the path, and you knew
   But knowing how, and doing, are completely different
        All have felt the flame, but not all know of it
Subtlety is the game, straight-forward strength, subtle motion
  Surely all have felt the lovers passion, and the flame of life
     Surely you have felt the flame of hatred, or of hunger  
                                      The fire of anger, of joy, of sorrow
Even those who, like me, spend their lives thinking they rule the flame,
Are only puppets, actually serving it.