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The Fire Burns May 2018
Shiner beer in my hand,
the sun is shining on the sand,
gulf waves crash a Texas beach,
good times are within my reach.

Canopy up to block the sun,
tossing washers lots of fun,
truck backed up and radio playing,
oil heating for the trout I'm slaying.

Teenagers tossing a blue frisbee,
dolphin swims by wild and free,
dragon kite flies overhead,
naptime on a beach towel bed.

The tide falls time to crab,
catch as many as you can grab,
watch those claws they pinch like hell,
waters boiling ring the bell.

From blue to red the crab is ready,
trout is fried and holding steady,
grab a beer its time to eat,
fresh seafood is quite the treat.

The sun goes down, glow sticks come out,
the children run and scream and shout,
adults gather by a driftwood fire,
laugh and drink and conspire.
The Fire Burns May 2020
I walk the ****, the chasms edge,
occasionally dangling from the ledge,
I'm tied off, to her on belay,
only she can save the day.
The Fire Burns Apr 2018
Dancing bodies in flickering light,
beads of sweat from the heat,
blessed between the bonfires,
between spring and summer meet.

Bagpipes play a haunting tune,
sacrifices are freely made,
these gifts we give to nature,
hoping for an even trade.

Golden flowers braided,
into locks of ladies hair,
scattered in the bushes,
luck and beauty shared.

And when the night was over,
sacred fire taken to the homestead,
bring good fortune and health,
to greener pastures, our herds are led.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Upon the ship, I ride,
never to touch dry land,
a mistake once made,
to be paid for with death.

Birth at the wrong place, wrong time,
has set me on a path,
unpleasant destinies,
no matter how you do the math.

******, hexed, unforgiven,
the spell has been cast,
I shall attempt to avoid,
but not sure I can last.

Grains of salt and holy water,
potions to undo,
ingredients gathered,
to prepare an unholy stew.

The poisoned apple,
a step on a crack,
the voodoo doll,
I'm under attack.
The Fire Burns Oct 2017
Out in the country,
back in the sticks,
the bonfire is smokin'
and so are the chicks.

Keg in a trashcan,
floating on ice,
in the back of a truck,
guys rolling dice.

Yellow Solo cups,
as the stars shine bright,
Eric Church is blasting,
Jack Daniels kicked my *** last night.

Glow sticks float all over the pond,
clothing is optional as people jump in,
the night just heated up,
who knows how this ends.

Naked chicken fights,
girls on guys shoulders,
this party is smokin',
as the bonfire smolders.

Pallets thrown on,
to light up the show,
and it's one to see,
as Flo-rida sings low.
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
The bodachs gather
I'm feeling odd
something is about to happen
my face maintains a calm façade

Dangerous intentions
build within
mortal coil
glows with sin

The winds of change
have blown by
none of them
hear the cry

Lightning strikes
blinds the eyes
exploding diamonds
cut cosmic ties

Swirling evil
spirals around
most of us
never hear it's sound

Clairvoyants scream
on its approach
it smiles with guile
has no reproach

In the melee
that ensues
some watch TV,
magazines perused

Oblivious too
the worlds ills
surf the web
relax and chill

On the search
pokémon found
between dead bodies
on the ground

The smell of rot
hangs in the air
they ignore
screams of despair

As buildings fall
in jihad plans
there seems no-one
willing to stand

IEDs explode
as bullets fly
the ones that do
destined to die

Clinton murders
Trump enslaves
founding fathers
squirm in their grave

Casting lies
sweet treat bait
see who swallows
reeled to their fate

Bought and sold
souls highest bidder
as we head
toward nuclear winter

It's just as well
there's no repair
a few will survive
the truth and dare

Tracks of tears
cut through the dust
but nothing prevents
our moral rust or unquenchable lust

Damaged goods
at first breath
poisoned from
mothers breast

From the ashes
a few will climb
some will think
they are divine

Switching gears
from pain to love
one will fly
like Noah's dove

What that olive branch
may turn out to be
I guess we'll watch
and wait and see
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Sweets for the sweet,
such a lovely treat,
but sounds like a tease,
offer a kiss, if you please.

Dripping her kisses through sugar cubes,
do not make them any sweeter,
it simply makes them easier,
to take, by the drop,
as a sip of her love,
will leave me drunk for days.

Fleeting love and lust,
explosions fast and searing,
the feelings imprinted in neurons,
like a nuclear blast.

Staring through reality,
at a point somewhere in time,
memories of you,
are simply sublime.

Tempering reminisces of her,
with bits of today's reality,
to keep them from scrambling,
and to keep me in the here and now.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Loss and hurt,
hidden under my shirt,
completely shattered,
unpleasant and tattered.

A glass of wine,
music plays,
torturing myself
with memories.

Salty tears flavor
Gewürztraminer,
and lubricate fingers,
the glass harp I play.

A damaged heart,
from loves disappearance,
improves over time,
but is never fine.
The Fire Burns Aug 2018
Lost in the words, lost in the lyrics
our hips tied together in something so rhythmic.
The bass line hits, with grunts and moans,
we hope to continue, never leave this alone.
The Fire Burns Apr 2020
Under gentle hands she is guided,
a listening ear she has confided,
but be aware or sweet nectars trap,
the ending comes with a snap.

I slipped and fell through the veil,
my sailboat has set sale,
yet I was not aboard,
now my soul sadness is poured.

Razored edges, bleeding tears,
trapped inside my selfish fears,
lost in the maze of what-ifs,
the culmination of terrible tiffs.

Understanding in hindsight,
crying drops into the night,
if only's running through my head,
an empty bed, I climb in and dread.

Upon the wind, I take flight,
where will I land, where is my plight,
hopefully fertile fields of green,
and not a dump, defiled, obscene.
The Fire Burns Feb 2018
Shadows of the storm,
rage above icy waters,
last breaths of men,
long lost above.

Water and steel collide,
the harder doesn't always win,
and the fears are smothered
to blackness in pressured depths.

No last meal,
goodbyes are lost,
perhaps one day to be found,
scratched into bulkheads.

So sink into sadness,
weighed down with ore,
along with 29 men,
lost but not forgotten.
inspired by The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Blazing sunlight, yellow and warm,
shown down behind a gray cumulonimbus,
creaking wet floorboards on the dock,
announced my every step.

Black and silver rod and reel
with green fluorescent line through its guides,
and squirming cricket now on the hook
cast and marked on the surface,
by an orange and white bobber, with a red stop.

Bouncing in the slow rolling waves
made by a just detectable west breeze,
on it the smell of hot dogs on the grill,
from down the cove.

Tranquil and mesmerized
by the hypnotic sights and smells,
suddenly the cork is ****** under,
surprised I nearly forget to set the hook.

Reeling now, as senses return,
a brief fight yields a black and silver
spotted Crappie, it joins others from yesterday,
in the wire fish basket.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Nocturnal creatures emerge,
owls and bats and others.

The Moon and Venus shine brightly,
just across the sky from Saturn and Mars.

Neon lights advertising sins,
*****, girls, smokes, and clubs.

Shooting stars barley seen,
red and blue lights flash.
The Fire Burns Apr 2020
A laser light from button gaps,
cannot be contained within the *****,
trench coat men, try to subdue,
but they cannot contain her colorful hue.

Admiration of chisel marks,
I imagine the steel cast sparks,
a stone carved into beauty's eye,
but is it all a lie?

Colors swirl through the spectrum,
I paint with a broken thumb,
lucid dreams of LSD
I grin and laugh with glee.

The scarab beetle walked the palette,
a different hue upon each leg,
on the canvas a path traversed,
art for some, which would beg.

The swing of the hammer,
the splash of gore,
a Jackson Pollack brush
of blood on the floor.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Like scenes from childhoods memory,
today plays out in slow motion,
with smiles and hugs and congratulations
on the day you get your diploma.

Though the path has been rocky at times,
fueled by hormones and arguments sake,
the love and honor I feel today,
is causing this parents heart to quake.

So as you walk the stage,
and climb a rung into the world,
be proud of your accomplishments
today wave your flag unfurled.

But remember life is a journey,
and this is but one of many strides,
do your best in everything you can,
and I will be filled with pride.
Possible Greeting Card
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
Her curves were real
And made of steel
she jogged along the path
I watched her pairs and did the math

Mint green t, V-neck, super tight
Shorts so short I could see daylight
Arreola hints and could cut glass
Couldn't decide where to stare, **** or ***

Then she looked and smiled at me
Infatuating blue eyes and bright white teeth
Celestial nose, with a turned up tip
Short red hair and pouty lips

She said hello, and jogged away
I went back the next day
She wasn't there never again seen
I suffer each day from what might have
The Fire Burns Jul 2018
The last remnants of blue,
spray painted orange and pink,
in stark contrast to the opposite horizon,
swirling blacks and grays, sewn together,
by golden and jagged lightning bolts.

Mud puddles ripple reflections,
as the red velvet mites search,
tiny termites swarm in the passing breeze,
following the path of the monsoon storm,
seeking out new soft earth to tunnel.

A gray horn toad sits
ringed by red ants as they struggle
to rebuild their nest in the wet dirt,
it laps them up one at a time,
with a pink sticky tongue.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Red apples hang next to green leaves,
black ants; slowly crawl in a continuous line,
yellow and brown bumbles hum around,
goats, Meh-eh-eh! Meh-eh-eh! in the pen.

Dewdrop jewels hang from leaf tips,
falling occasionally in the light breeze,
stainless steel glimmers in the sun,
as the blade bites into the apple's flesh.

Juice runs down lips and chin,
a sweet liquid flow perfuming her neck,
and continuing down between pert *******,
resulting in a quivering motion as it tickles.

Sticky sweet kisses, like apple cider,
walking, as hands and fingers knot together,
golden tansies stand alongside the orchard,
I pluck one and put it behind her ear.

Grass, mown short under bare feet,
a path toward the house, birdbath in front,
bluebirds preen, blue and rose beige feathers,
calling out a trilling chirp, background music.

A pair of front porch rocking chairs,
white wood, with brown wicker seats,
anticipate us, as the sun begins to set,
and crickets begin to sing the evening's song.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
moist folds,
pink origami,
a woman's blossom,
deflowered.

hot as hibachi,
my fingers burn,
with exquisite flavors,
tasted.

wanting more,
of what she has to give,
a veritable buffet,
sights and flavors.

salty and sweet,
tastebuds titillated,
all natural,
umami.

then bodies,
tangle and fold,
in living sculpture,
origami
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Our music is written on the page
in our combined blood,
the contract is sealed.

The angel chorus resonates
in the cockles of our hearts
and in the crevasses of our minds.

Sparking touches,
ignite passion,
singing refrains.

The climb begins,
as does ecstasy,
finale coda.
The Fire Burns Feb 2018
Love and pain,
the ouroboros,
upon my finger,
worth every laugh,
worth every tear.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
From Tycho's crater on the moon,
looking at the blue Earth, I swoon,
comets burn across the sky,
where planets and the sun, do fly.

Mercury races with flaming wings
on its surface, heat it stings,
liquid metal in swollen pools
heat and pressure create jewels.

Our red cousin where rovers roam,
perhaps someday we will call it home,
melting water at its poles,
terraforming Hawking extolls.

The swirling storm of Jupiter's eye,
the swirling clouds of the Venus sky,
icy bands engage around Saturn,
stars light the darkness as a lantern.

Deeper out Uranus and Neptune,
into the blackness, we enter soon,
out past Pluto and sister Charon,
where the system, just gets barren.

Into the darkness, the unknown,
it may be where God hides his throne,
or it might just be only dark matter,
but one day soon, like seeds we'll scatter.
The Fire Burns May 2020
Flat planes trap my ideas,
there is simply no place to go,
out of the box, I cannot.
trapped within the opaque cube.
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
Fished till the last possible moment
approaching storm is a formidable opponent
bounding from wave to wave I skip.
speed is king on this trip.
lightning and thunder growl behind me,
rain chases like a cheetah quickly
I see the point and make the turn.
cut wide and around the sand bar I burn.
under the dock we go to hide,
from the storm, the boat and I.
Night Fishing, Running from the Storm.
Made it back and in the house before the Straight line winds starting knocking down trees and electrical lines
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
Carry me caravan, take me away
I quickly outran, so I could escape
to the crystal ship that's being filled with
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time

On board and safely to sea
the sunset is something to see
girls and drinks and gambling
don't mean that much to me
cause my soul is deviling

The one I love, I left on land
I am sure she walks the sand
of the beach looking out to sea
I hear her heart calling out to me
How I long to hold her hand

But for now I must lay low
the years, I'm sure, will go by slow
Perhaps she will wait for me
or maybe come and look for me
I love her, I hope she knows
Doors inspired
The Crystal Ship and Spanish Caravan Lyrics Borrowed
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
Thursday at noon
hit the road
done for the week
lighten my load

Cold beers calling
out my name
party all weekend
call up the gang

BBQ brisket and *******
maybe fishing, or hit the dance hall
country music, turned way up loud
waiting on my woman, I make the call

I'm out till Tuesday
and that's ok
need a break from workdays
settle the mind and the soul
forget work and lets go play

All day Friday at the lake
****** Mary's mixed and ready
drop the boat in
and run it steady

Skiing and laughing
with some friends
watching the sun set
in the end

I'm out till Tuesday
and that's ok
need a break from workdays
settle the mind and the soul
forget work and lets go play

Saturday headed to the mountain
hunt some sheds, do some hiking
the air is clear and its cool
all of this is too my liking

Gather wood, for a fire tonight
to keep us warm as temperatures drop
jack and coke  in my cup
listen to the fire pop

I'm out till Tuesday
and that's ok
need a break from workdays
settle the mind and the soul
forget work and lets go play

Sunday morning, driving home
taking our time, all alone
shady spot, all secluded
for work, time, I'll now atone

Blanket down, made of fleece
in the woods, afternoon delight,
no one sees
though the sun shines bright

I'm out till Tuesday
and that's ok
need a break from workdays
settle the mind and the soul
forget work and lets go play

Monday comes, back home again
mow the grass, take out the trash
fix the sink that, began to leak
this long weekend has been a dash

Monday night, on the couch
football game, as steaks grill
a long deep kiss, from my wife
long weekend ending thrill

I'm out till Tuesday
and that's ok
need a break from workdays
settle the mind and the soul
forget work and we did play
The Fire Burns Nov 2016
Broken yellow lines
stretch out before me
white lines bordering the blackness
the moon rises up ahead

A beacon, lighting my way
as I travel this life
following the hills
up and down

Occasional stretches of flatness
to the point of boredom
not a tree or bush
or creature to change the mood

The occasional beams
of another's eyes
as we pass
strangers in the night

Then up ahead
a curve in the road
a herd of deer
I swerve to avoid

Heart racing now
as the curves continue
surrounded by trees
waiting for the next creature to emerge

Sulfurous skunks
and prickly porcupines
and the amusing ring-tail cat
now pepper the drive

All senses alive
as I grip the wheel
living life to its fullest
as the highway continues
The Fire Burns Mar 2018
Nothing in life is free,
even the air you breathe,
is paid for in seconds of life.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
My mind is a magician,
creating illusions to stop the pain,
sleight of hand and heart,
to comfort the emotional brain.

Some deep dark fears
to bring you to tears,
nightmares realized
emotions crystallized.

Your throne is now ashes,
you glass palace is smashed,
you could not contain
me with your disdain.

A bit of death
to steal your breath,
a bit of pain
and pouring rain.
The Fire Burns Jan 2018
Muzzled by pain,
yet the voice inside,
screams out streams,
if only they could be captured
and used to heal the soul.

Pheromones upon the wind,
signal me its time,
but these signals aren't for me,
and that is just a crime.

Silence in the shouting
patience in the pouting
living in the death,
hearts are all bereft.

Hopes roots sink in,
but some wither and die,
one eventually will blossom,
from the souls depths.
The Fire Burns Oct 2017
Silver white foam floats on the sea,
piling up near a driftwood tree,
gray and old and barnacle encrusted,
my secrets to it have been entrusted.

Sitting there in the noonday sun, watching families having fun
throwing frisbees and *******,
I sit, feet dangling and bare my soul.

Waves run in and wash my secrets out,
that old gray tree never nags or shouts,
Everyday, fall to the spring
new mornings and secrets I bring.

It passes no judgement no matter the tide,
straddling it the storm of life I ride,
then another soul I met,
take her to the beach, to get all wet.

Played all day into the night,
as the temperature falls, I think I might,
histories and secrets up in smoke,
barnacle limbs burned as I broke.

A driftwood no longer remains,
with her I will share my love and pain,
watching the last embers burn and fly,
a final tear comes to my eye.

Told pain of the past kindles love,
we lay on the sand, watch the stars above.
with the burning of the tree,
finally my soul is free.
.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
So much angst,
suicidal thoughts,
cutting to feel,
the soul never to heal.

Pills popped,
drowning in *****,
the needle explored,
veins have been gored.

Scarred to the bone,
with no hope at all,
gray skies abound,
no musical sounds.

Ominous fog,
covers the land,
acid rain from the sky,
dissolving the butterfly.

Depression depths,
their birth unwanted,
questioning whether God is about,
top of lungs in a shout!

Lost in themselves,
a hole in their hearts,
found in shadowed pasts,
will it always last?
The Fire Burns Jan 2017
Dried tracks on cheeks,
speak volumes of pain,
like thunder and lightning,
announce the rain.

Do not fear the voices,
you make the choices,
they are simply along for the ride,
you must always take them in stride.

Words vibrate heart strings,
sometimes pain they bring,
other times they touch us,
deep down in our soul,
replacing our pieces,
and work to make us whole.

Layers protect
and disguise,
the true soul,
but reflect the interior.

Climb the mountain,
of self-doubt,
until it only exists,
behind you.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Darkness and agony surrounds,
in my ears the blood beats and pounds.

Pressured existence and tears,
Climbing a mountain filled with fears.

From me spews a pain fountain,
I am a disharmony spouted.

I prefer societal mutiny,
as governments are full of villainy.

They want to place me in camp internments,
I simply want to slip away, in adjournment.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Emotionally drained
by the heartache and pain,
she chose another,
now my heart barely flutters.

But there is an opening
deep down inside,
where love can fit in,
though I hurt inside.

A bit of magical spark
that keeps hope alive,
to heal and move on,
in spite of my pride.

My search continues
as I soldier on,
mending my heart,
will not be withdrawn.

Pick up the pieces,
of my shattered heart,
adventures are out there,
my journey restarts.

Perhaps the song lyrics are right,
looking for love in all the wrong places,
is how I may have been,
so I'll take my cards and hope for aces.

Fate, deal me a queen,
and I'll place my bets,
will I win this time,
I just don't know yet.

But I'll play the game,
one hand at a time,
looking and searching,
for one to be mine
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
Sittin’ on the beach, in Cancun
Suns overhead it, must be noon
Don’t really know ain't been to sleep
My souls on ice, I guess it’ll keep

My Costa’s are filtering out the sun
I seem to be suffering from too much fun
Only one cure, I need another drink
Maybe then my clouded brain can think

Summer time in old Mexico
Have a good time when we go
Drinking and smoking and having fun
Swimming and snorkeling, soaking up the sun

Bikini clad waitress, strolls the line
Cuba Libre please, don’t forget the lime
Swaying cheeks, a pleasure to see
Maybe later on, just her and me

I can’t wait, slowly follow to the bar
Panama hat and a Cuban Cigar
Strolling along, while I watch her sway
Can only imagine, if I had my way

Summer time in old Mexico
Have a good time when we go
Drinking and smoking and having fun
Swimming and snorkeling, soaking up the sun

Puffing smoke, we arrive at the bar
The bartender winks, I stuff a tip in her jar
Hands me my drink, I squeeze the lime
Having so much fun it’s bound to be a crime

Mexican girls and ******* tourists
Equal opportunity, hey! I’m no purist
Seeing the sights, and doing well
Summer beach, and I'm feeling swell


Yeah, summer beach, im'a feelin' swell
feelin' swell....
Aaaaaaarrrriiiiibaaaaa
The Fire Burns Apr 2020
Self imposed quarentine,
like on the field without your team,
fifteen feet at least apart,
a built bonfire without a spark.

Sickness killing a small percent,
changing our lives without consent,
the end of the world as we know it,
as we're trapped at home and just sit.

Paper goods and food hoarded,
by everyone who could afford it,
education cancelled or forced online,
**** I need a glass of wine.

Whiskey probably would be better,
if your infected, wear a scarlet letter,
hope and pray for 14 days,
that once again you'll see sun rays.

I guess will see how life exists,
on the other side of this,
I feel assured it won't be the same,
I guess that's how you play this game
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
Governmental lies printed,
dropped from the skies.
The populace is stirred
by words
on the poster;
to do
the unthinkable,
to your
fellow man.
.
Blame it
on the
paper!
The Fire Burns Nov 2017
What ifs, maybes, and what could be,
rarely let you actually see,
what is waiting around the bend,
pleasure, pain or  a sudden end.

Speculation can paralyze,
freeze your body, but move your eyes,
staring back and forth, down and up,
anxiety and fear, on your soul will sup.

Worked into a frothy panic,
can turn downward or end up manic,
lost in a fog of possibilities,
with no map, just a forest of trees.

Each leaf and limb a choice to make,
which ones to leave, which ones to break,
with each choice, lies consequence,
so decide, use uncommon sense.

Made decisions now on the other side,
you come upon another divide,
how to cross what if I fall,
a steady stream of answering the call.
The Fire Burns Sep 2017
As my third eye opens
what had been seen is truly revealed,
normal people sitting side by side,
with demons that are unseen, yet felt,
as no one enters their location.

Some people glow, an angelic light,
others the raw and oozing black of pestilence,
true nature revealed, though some I wish I had not seen,
in normal sight, the truest beauty is underneath the ugliest,
dangerous and evil.

The soul ******* vampire in the corner,
tries to hide when she realizes she has been seen,
her veil of glamour no longer hides her true nature,
the man on her arm has no idea that he is being fed upon,
slowly, and surely she absorbs his life energy.

The one I try most to ignore, however,
sits on the seat next to me, as every day,
a friend, who doesn't know his true nature,
a sweet friend and husband and father,
who oozes red, and a ghostly knife resides in his hand.

I pray that he never uncovers his true nature,
and the human nurture wins out,
The witchy woman across from me is indeed as described,
she winks at me and grins a knowing smile.
Written in answer to  and inspired by, https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2114374/thaumaturgy-and-necromancy-at-959-on-the-cardiff-bay-line/

Thank you Eleanor Webster
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
Dude knows how to lay the pipe
pushes it in and glues it tight
you enjoy his hot wet work
but in the morn your pocket hurts
The Plumber
The Fire Burns Nov 2018
Cumin and Chile scent the scene,
the encounter was quite mean,
knives and tools spread around,
you should have heard the slicing sounds.

Piles of orange and white offal lay,
like pathology samples on the tray,
now crooked grins and odd shaped eyes,
stare from the darkness, quite surprised.

There's a beep and a rush,
just be careful don't get crushed,
everyone reaches on to the pan,
we are all toasted pumpkin seed fans.
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
Is my life pure illusion
or merely thought pollution
either way confusion
is my conclusion

Cool waters engulf
chilling thoughts
nudging back to reality
as I follow bubbles
to the surface

The moon
a hook
on which to hang our thoughts
whether borrowed or bought
each and every night
like pages of a book
knowing where they'd be placed
knowing where to look
a collection
The Fire Burns Nov 2016
Skeletal fingers
claw at the hour glass
the scythe swings impatiently
time is on no ones side

cold depths
6 feet down
or flaming heat
and a silver urn

the ravens beaks
tapping, tapping
dark wings flap
in the black night

an escaping howl
from the wolf pack
running, running
feel the breath on heels

the sand continues to fall
the minutes pass
hopes and prayers
do nothing

Just live
in the moment
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
In the corners and inside rooms
I swear I see others loom
but when I stop and look once more
no one is there, not even hiding behind the door

Shadow men and full body apparitions
slide through the dimensional partition
to appear for a moment in my life
do they need help with their strife

I've seen them at home and many more at work
in hospital corners do many of them lurk
sometimes sitting at empty desks
you'd think in death they could just rest

At the edge of my vision is a door
I can see the universal core
The spirits flow like energy
or is my imagination getting the best of me.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Towering above Alexandria in ancient history,
lighting the way for ships at sea,
three interlocking platforms,
climbing toward the sky

Square, octagonal, and circular
sections made of huge stones
an architectural masterpiece
Ptolemy's tribute to warriors

Raging fire in limestone furnace
glowing, flickering, smoking
showing travelers the way
shining on high in the night

Fallen over time
earthquakes take their toll
no longer visible, submerged
beneath the waves

One of Antipater's seven wonders
now gone the way of the Colossus,
the Mausoleum, the Hanging Gardens,
Zeus's Statue, Artemis's Temple,
only The great Pyramid remains
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
If perception is reality
then who am I to opine
as each persons is different
even yours and mine

Though we are in love
and our essences sometime mingle
our thoughts are ours alone
our minds are always single

Perception can be changed
over time and through influence
sharing thoughts and opinions
our minds touch at the confluence

Streaming essences from the soul
burn hot at times and others cold
their ideas are not ours to mold
but to the devil its sometimes sold

What is us and what is we
most of the time it is for others to see
you are my glue that keeps me in check
I am your hilarity, you say what the heck

Though we are silos
in the self and of the mind
my perception and your essence
do well together and combined
The Fire Burns Jun 2019
Back in the day,
memories made,
stored on film rolls
in their canisters shade.

Stamped dated and timed,
gps location stored,
we go back and look,
and quickly ignore.

No more waiting
for the pics that we took,
now simply post them,
straight to Facebook.

The nostalgia of old times,
rarely looked back,
nothing like those old photos
at moms, in books in a stack.

The memories remain,
yet little they mean,
stored in the cloud,
it's almost obscene.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
The smell of turpentine
as the needles poke me,
underfoot and overhead,
greens and brown surround me.

The lush carpet barely makes a sound
as the needles interwoven flex,
an occasional cone sits on the ground,
a glob of sap sparkles in the sun.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
scorched earth
and the smell of turpentine
thunderstorm in the pines
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