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The Fire Burns Mar 2018
A multifaceted gem,
reflections of many colors,
red, blue, green, white and black,
arousing emotions with each sparkle.

Love, lover,
wife, mother,
an employee, and professional,
an accountant, and housekeeper.

These are but a few of the layers and faces,
that women today wear,
I thank them for doing what they do,
most of the time it is a thankless job.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Wooden phalanges scratch,
skeletal sounds upon glass,
bark, the color of dried blood,
flaking and falling to the ground.

Distorted gold green moonlight shines,
through warped and broken windows,
creating an unearthly crawling pool,
slowly oozing across splintered boards.

A howling wolf wind raises hairs,
pure dread, as it batters never-ending,
threatening to knock down rotted walls
and beats through barely locked doors.

With a final lunge, the door collapses,
a cloud of dust browns out the night,
cloaked and fast, a faceless body dashes in
a scarecrow lands next to me, as I scream.

An ear-splitting peal of thunder,
follows a lightning strike
the smell of ozone
as the storm passes.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Whipping red hair in the blowing breeze
large and deep blue eyes, ready to freeze
your heart and soul with a single glance
long tan legs that are ready to dance.

Spicy perfume her favorite scent
to buy it for her, use my last cent,
cinnamon gum, I taste on her tongue
with her kisses, I am stung.

Red tank top, white linen skirt,
outdoor dance floor, with me she flirts,
nothing underneath she makes sure I see
building my fire and fueling my need.

As she dances her fingers explore,
around her body, inside and more,
with her finger, she gives me a taste,
savor her flavor, no way I'd waste.

The music fills my ears with a beat
her whispered breath, I feel her heat
inviting me out for a midnight swim,
running out full moon reflects on her skin.

Like crashing waves, she falls into me,
lips, and limbs, we are set free,
roaming hands tease and please
legs wrap around me in a powerful squeeze.

Warm kisses, salty water, silver moon,
Slow song, in the club, hear the croon,
water droplets shimmer on her naked *******,
flashing jewels, reflected neon, I taste the rest.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
A double helix of deceit,
a terrifying twist of treachery,
a web of lies built of sin,
a nest of hornets, but let me in.

When we first start to deceive,
the warp and weft of the weave,
starts off slowly, sparing feelings,
but lighting the fuse of pain.

Like a *** of black powder,
dropped in the cannon's barrel,
loaded with more colored lies,
white, black, purple, all result in cries.

When the explosion touches off
and both sides, now seem lost,
one cannot believe the truth came out,
the other shocked and screams and shouts.

The blankets weave is complete
no more shall you compete,
spin can not be applied,
when you have been caught in your lies.
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
Cedar Creek Fishing Back in the day
flipping under docks and casting all day
nosing out my buddy trying to win the bet
it’s a dollar a fish and it’s not over yet

Catching bass and crappie and sometimes a perch
driving the boat always on the search
for the next big bass, or sometimes a beer
fishing lights after dark on the end of a pier

White bass and hybrids, pulling ******* the line
laughing and joking and feeling fine
slabs and traps, and a Texas rig
every now and then just taking a swig

Tequila sunrise worms or watermelon seed
the fish are biting and are on a feed
describing a bite pulling on my buddies sleeve
casting in my spot is a big pet peeve

All-star rods, worm bag that’s full
casting out waiting on the Tap, Tap, Pull
set the hook, watch the fish tail walk
it’s been a great day out on the stalk
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Crosshairs weave figure eights,
moving across the three-inch steel chicken,
my finger caresses the trigger tighter on each pass,
slow and steady, dead center, as the round fires,
the satisfying plink of steel as the target falls,
and I slide over to the next one in the row.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Deep red Burgundy,
from a dark green bottle,
decanted, into crystal flutes,
wrapping of arms to sip.

Earthy sweetness touches the tongue,
teases with hints of smoke and mushroom,
a bit of sweet berry and spice,
and a finish of dark cherries.

Dark stained lips,
break into a smile,
as she leans in for a kiss,
her notes and flavors are sublime.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
green wing teal fly by
underneath a clear blue sky
hunters stand ready
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
healing and cooling tears
aloe vera for my soul
which eventually heals.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
The steady throbbing beat of the surf,
the rushing roar followed by the crash,
metronomic symphony of water
meeting the sand of the beach.

Dreams, memories, hopes,
and calls for help,
and sentiments of love,
ride the rhythmic waves.

Penned words on white paper,
stuffed and corked in glass bottles,
wash upon the granules of silicate
causing a scratching and hissing sound.

The pop of the cork as the bottle opens,
70 years afloat in the doldrums of the sea,
eventually deposited here on the Texas coast,
tears roll down my eyes, as I read.
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
cosmic knowledge
diffused in the universe
osmotically absorbed
by selected people

universal truths
shared with humanity
from the mouths
of geniuses

changing the world
and history
and moving humans
toward a new phase
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
Our minds are an island
that no one else may truly visit
hints are dropped, by what's said and written
but if we choose not to share
then no one else may know

We walk through life
With family and friends
And with lovers
But in the end
We are all alone

Confused and contused
Even thoughts can sometimes bruise
When you have self doubt
There is no way to be helped out
There is no penetrating the mind

Physical distraction
Friendly interaction
Help to pull us outside
To enjoy life's ride
But we are all alone

Broken thoughts or happy dreams
Can all effect our self esteem
But in the end
The choice to mend
Is ours all alone
While some of us are surrounded by family and friends, we are really isolated, stuck in our own minds.
The Fire Burns Apr 2018
A vibrating feeling,
in the middle of the night,
vibrating cell phone,
sheds glowing light.

A pressed button,
and a soft hello,
you don't have to look,
you already know.

A silken voice
sets your mind at mass,
she says I'm sorry it's late,
but can we talk, please?

The longing in tone,
the cracking of voice,
in need of sleep,
but you have no choice.

Conversation ensues,
settling minds and hearts,
I miss you and love you,
is like a poisoned dart.

I'll be home soon,
at the end of the week,
those telephone touches,
runs a tear down your cheek.
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
Terminal Sickness is a terrible thing
especially if its the one that wears your ring
The disease causes a prolonged fight
No one knows whats wrong or right

Doctors offer chemistry
Preachers offer ministry
You offer lots of love
you try to contain, like a glove

The treatments help but take their toll
The patient tries to stay whole
But is eaten by painful holes
having trouble fulfilling the roles

Of spouse and lover and of friend
Even love is not enough in the end
You try and try and cry and cry
No matter how hard you pry

The beautiful body begins to die
the one on which you did rely
The medicine and love cannot prolong
Time to sing our goodbye song

Its not about you but in the end it is
After she's gone, just you and the kids
Hold on to the beautiful memories you had
but move on with life, and please don't be sad.
The Fire Burns Sep 2017
Though our streets are flooded,
towns and cities destroyed,
we will rebuild,
lots of help has been deployed.

Harvey brought it's wrath,
but Texans fight with heart,
though it will take a while,
there will be a brand new start.

From Rockport to Beaumont,
and the towns in between,
soon we'll be back on the beach,
drinking beer, wearing sunscreen.

With the sounds of hammers,
and of saws and drills,
don't worry about Texas,
be assured she will heal.
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
Shimano reel filled with 14 pound trilene.
St. Croix rod, medium heavy, backbone is mean.
bullet weight slid on the line after run through guides.
teflon coated truturn hook tied on with palomar, ready for the ride.
watermelon lizard on and ready to cast.
flick of the wrist and the lure flies far and fast

Lands on the bank, two inches from the water
crawl it down the side of an old log, hollow.
pulse the rod tip up and down while lifting.
let the lure drop back down, trolling motor keeps us from driftng.
reel up the slack do it again all the way to the boat.
do it again, like dad taught me rote.

We troll on down the bank looking for a likely place
the boat dock up ahead is usually an ace
ease on up, perfect flip under and all the way back
let sink and sit, slowly reel up slack

Bump, then thump, then **** and run
snap the rod tip way up high and fish on.
rod tip down, fish running under dock
drag schreeching, pull back lines not moving just like its locked

Fish jumps on other side, has me wrapped around a piling.
change angles give it a pop, nothing, know the metal is filing
down the line. Please don't break, pop it once again.
the line begins to move and slide, pulled by power of fin.

The fights back on, in open water now
which, fish or angler will be made to cow.
fish goes deep, uh oh nothing but slack.
reel fast now, got to get her back.
fish running right at boat, trying a different tact.

Not the right one, I catch back up and **** once more
the she is, grab the net, worn out from the chore.
off the hook and on the scale, in the live well dunk her.
pull out the phone, TPWD calling share a lunker.

15 pounder in the well headed to the marina
parks and wildlife said that's where to meet her.
off to the Texas fisheries center in Athens to spawn.
back at home few days later relaxing on my lawn.

Package arrives  fiberglass replica  of my fish
awaiting word, if I can live release her, is my wish.
wish granted a few days later, back out in the lake
she tail walks and swims off while cutting a graceful wake.
The Fire Burns May 2019
Country music and big buckles,
parking lots and pick up trucks,
pocket knives and brass knuckles,
muddy backroads to get stuck.

4x4's all jacked up high,
Jack Daniels, Beam, or coconut ***,
momma's fresh baked apple pie,
her kisses taste like big red gum.

Farmers tans and cut off jeans,
bailing hay and raising cows,
on the front porch shelling beans,
John Deer tractor, fields to plow.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Be ever aware
of the targets on you,
with every word spoken,
bows are drawn back.

Every step and thought,
how you dress,
the company you keep,
adds projectiles to their quiver.

Waiting and watching,
usually for your back to turn,
or for you to exit earshot,
their arrows are loosed.

Turn and face them,
duck and dodge the onslaught,
some may draw blood,
but never let them hit cleanly.

The poison on pointed tips,
work to cause self-doubt,
wear on you and cause lethargy,
a diminishment of self and dreams.

But knowledge, intelligence,
the willingness to be your own,
is a mighty shield, wield it proudly,
it will deflect all doubt and envy.

Powered by will and confidence,
honed over years of attack,
protect yourself,
cast it over others in need.
The Fire Burns Jan 2018
Out passed the boonies,
and out passed the docks,
off of the paved road,
and on to the rocks.

No sidewalks, no street lights,
no stores to be found,
only open skies and pines,
song of birds only sound.

Crystal clear water,
as smooth as glass,
a deer walks on by,
mouth full of grass.

No cell phone reception,
and a cooler of beer,
a bag chair and tent,
I'm glad to be here.

Fishing rod and tackle box,
and some sandwich stuff to eat,
being on the backside of nowhere,
is one hell of a treat.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
The smells of horses
and of leather and sweat,
the sparks of steel on steel,
the metallic tang of blood.

The whoosh of arrows,
the twang of strings,
the sound of banners,
whipping in the breeze.

Hooves pound and nays ring out,
the squeals of injured animals,
the shouts of men near death,
the silence between skirmishes.

Proving grounds of bravery,
and confirmations of the witless,
these fields can make a man,
or reduce a man to a shadow.

Gauntlets worn on blistered hands,
raised high with a blade in hand,
muscles clench as the broadsword
glimmers in the setting sun.

The victorious king
views the carnage
from the top of the hill,
and looks upon his new lands.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Pooled silver shines in the light
from the candle on the window,
a jingle on the way to the pocket,
and a smile, with the promise of dinner.

Seated, and warm coffee against the night
the cold winds blow, snow runs with it,
a chunk of crusty bread and butter,
sits beside the steaming bowl of stew.

Hopefully, the calories and warmth garnered,
will be just enough to make it through
the frozen night, wrapped in newspapers,
cash register rings he tries to pay.

But her warm smile and forgiving nature
does not let her take his silver,
she shakes her head and says,
use it for a warm breakfast.

A nod of thanks as he leaves,
stepping into the moonlight,
a Cheshire cat grin shines
the glint from the coins warms him.
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
She was babysitting
at her house, at the lake
I had come to visit
it wasn't even a date

In the lake swimming
playing with those kids
I guess a spark caught fire
on her heart I placed a bid

Everyone dried off
and they watch T.V.
standing at the bar
she leaned into me

Pink pursed lips parted
as they pressed into mine
a hint of flicking tongue
this memory is fine

Married twenty years
her kisses I still crave
two kids of our own
my heart has been enslaved
My most important first kiss
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
Patchouli smoke curls towards the ceiling
a glowing ember above the incense holder
the paisley print duvet covers me
as I pick out patterns in the texture

A name on the tip of my lips
yet it doesn't come to me
just a vision of red hair
clouded in sangria memories

The smell of pancakes
overwhelms the room
maple syrup sweetness
as she enters with a tray

Ginger haired goddess
wearing nothing but an apron
a sunrise smile, of pearly whites
an angel in the morning sun's glow

Velvet lips press to mine
images of the previous night
flood my memory banks
and a smile spreads on my face

Have I died and gone to heaven?
her giggle is beyond contagious
she tells me to eat
I watch a vision and apron strings swing

She returns, her plate in hand
and the glorious smell of coffee
we eat and drink in silence
with excited glances at each other

Finished, she turns pink in the cheeks
stands up, holds out her hand
and says, welcome to my house
what is your name, and please stay!

With wholehearted laughs,
she dives on top of me
and whispers her name in my ear
as I whisper mine back to her
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
A black mist of wings
circle, dive, flying
a dance up in the sky
choreographed by natures high
and executed passionately slow
by the birds liquid flow
The Fire Burns Apr 2018
The greenish eyes peer, down wild and free,
something stares from shadows, high in the tree,
hello there Alice, you nearly trippped and fell,
a black iguana grins, hanging down from his tail.

Of course I did she said, you gave me quite a fright,
a chuckle and he said, come closer and I'll bite.
gleaming razored smile, looks strangely like a frown,
but it tends to do that when it's owners upside down.

Alice stands her ground, her danger bell has rung,
suddenly she is wrapped up in a pink and slimy tongue,
with a muscular pull, she is reeled in like a fish,
but instead of biting, iguana gives a kiss and a wish.

To help you on your way I offer you this gift,
when you decide to use it, I'll appear through a rift,
a hole in space and time burrowed there by me,
and I'm just almost certain, that your wish will to be freed.

So Alice go about your business, and know I'll see you soon,
and beware of the flowers, three days from now at noon,
If you call me then, well it just won't be right,
but you won't again as your arms off will I bite.

Like an elevator rising, he disappeared into the tree,
Alice was amazed that she still walked free,
but her memory was burning, what was that he said,
I hope that I remember, or I fear I might be dead.
A new twist in wonderland
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
blacksmiths forge,
red hot rod,
hammered,
on her anvil.

quenched in oils
to hardness,
a rising flame
spatters.

pounding,
pounding,
taking shape,
the anvil quivers.

drenched in sweat,
from the effort,
it is finally done,
quickly cooled in fluids.

cooled now,
but still hard,
to the grinder,
to refine.

sharpening,
to an edge,
ready to cut,
smooth.

the anvil waits,
the testing cut,
through the tender flesh,
like velvet.

the blade glints,
as it enters the anvil,
all the way to the hilt,
here to stay.

till drawn
and wielded,
with an audible sigh,
by the king.
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
The bridge I just traversed in the past
on it I left a stream of gas
over my shoulder flick a match
feel the heat and hear it catch

Light tomorrow with the flames
I just play a one way game
looking back is not a choice
listening to a future voice

They say you can never go home
so an eternal path I roam
leaving a trail of flames behind
it is a one way state of mind

I have memories, but that's all
behind too many rivers in which to fall
as all the bridges have been burned
even Madison county has been spurned

Ashes behind, but ahead is bright
as I walk briskly into the night
the fire burns on my tail
as I blaze a future trail
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
A pile of brush,
ready to burn,
as evening falls,
and whippoorwills call.

A single match and glowing,
hands creep in shadows,
as grins form,
in the flickering light.

Blankets on the ground,
the stars and moon overhead,
clothes in a pile,
all have been shed.

The fire's warmth on bare skin,
caresses goosebumps,
formed by a traveling tongue
and whispered hums.

Dancing naked to music,
no one can hear,
fueled by lust,
and the case of beer.

The crickets and the night hawk,
silenced by the moans,
as I worship my queen,
as she lays on her throne.

Her honey drips from her ***,
I lap it up greedily,
her sweetness invigorates me,
and readies me for what is to come.

Whipped into a frenzy,
she looks at me with desire,
my flag waves in the breeze,
as I surrender entirely.

Burned I am from her heat,
raging hotter than the fire,
arcing blue sparks,
from our desire.

I slide into her oven,
where I start to bake,
with her instruction,
I frost her cake.
The Fire Burns Feb 2018
She sheds her robe,
as white lights strobe,
music booms real loud,
as screams come from the crowd.

She grabs the pole and climbs,
the scene is so sublime,
spinning and turning she slides down,
like a slithering serpent to the ground.

Then she pops to dance some more,
the crowd let's out another roar,
her body oozes sweat,
her hair hangs damp and wet,

Swirling hips and fingertips,
roaming hands and licking lips,
Neon flashes blue and green,
adding too the boys dream.

Red hair whipped side to side,
on a lap she will ride,
but only for a second or two,
lots of boys dreams to make come true.
The Fire Burns May 2019
From somwhere outside my bubble,
the mindless quacking of a mallard
has infiltrated my thoughts and ideas,
confusing and annoying.

The sun, blinding at it's zenith,
now fades into a vermilion pool,
mercurial silver water transformed,
photovoltaic cells failing in loss of light.

I too begin to fade, diminishing energy,
consumption of power during the day,
draining batteries, my thought light dimming,
the sun, passes the horizon, and darkness envelopes.

Unscrewing my light bulb and setting aside,
preparing for a rest. and shedding thoughts,
much like the fall trees losing leaves one at a time,
I close my eyes and dream, of a duck and a lake
The Fire Burns Apr 2018
From somwhere outside my bubble,
the mindless quacking of a mallard
has infiltrated my thoughts and ideas,
confusing and annoying.

The sun, blinding at it's zenith,
now fades into a vermilion pool,
mercurial silver water transformed,
photovoltaic cells failing in loss of light.

I too begin to fade, diminishing energy,
consumption of power during the day,
draining batteries, my thought light dimming,
the sun, passes the horizon, and darkness envelopes.

Unscrewing my light bulb and setting aside,
preparing for a rest. and shedding thoughts,
much like the fall trees losing leaves one at a time,
I close my eyes and dream, of a duck and a lake
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The Fire Burns Oct 2016
the button undone
the sound zip
a creeping hand
under waistband

the prize awaits
wrapped but not for long
as they drop
it is revealed

fingers probe
****** and explore
looking for reaction
waiting for the pleasured moan

Hearing, and feeling
knowing now how to proceed
to provide pleasure
and build excitement

Senses on fire
tingling feelings
quivering emotions
gasping breaths

Like a drum solo
being played by a master
slowly building
to a crescendo
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
The pack on the move,
through crystalline snow.
silent foot steps fall.
a hush over the land.

Not a cloud overhead,
to shroud Luna's light.
moon shadows sparkle,
where paws have trod.

Trees  howl from the wind,
answered in unison,
by the pack,
a sad, forlorn noise.

Trees shed their load,
from the sound,
snow crunches,
as the howl fades.

Silvered eyes glow,
moving as one,
following a scent,
of pumping blood.

Steam rises,
nostrils breath,
bedded down deer,
surrounded,

In the mornings twilight,
red streaks on white snow,
will be erased,
by suns rays.
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
frozen feelings coalesced
icicled emotions hang
waiting for the sun or wind
that she can be

to thaw them
or shear them
to drop and shatter
into infinity

her warming soul
but frigid nature
keeps my seasons
changing

her fiery beauty
heats me up
and she walks away
tilting axis, changing weather
The Fire Burns May 2019
beautiful colors swirl,
clouding realistic images,
the truth is lost within.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Inside of me,
a cold black place,
where a heart once was.

a black hole,
left from my love,
going supernova.

shattered into shards,
by your angry words,
and when you left.

swirling in the darkness,
a maelstrom of hate and pain,
******* in any hope and happiness.

forever in the cimmerian shade,
clothed in malady,
drinking despair.

a melancholy hope,
exists inside of me,
hiding and hanging on.

as I search the world,
for a love that I can see,
and maybe heal my soul.
The Fire Burns Jan 2018
Context clues and imagination,
coloring conclusions in shades
of blue, red and green.

Red for passion,
blue depression,
and the evil green of envy.

Fiery thoughts of her encounters,
icy cold azure, cause it wasn't me,
and viridian coveting of her.

So many emotions,
the choice is hers,
I wait.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
The living electricity flares,
reaching down from gray skies,
out of swirling clouds,
with its enigmatic claw.

It's mighty roar following each attack,
hearts stop, fires start, at its impact.
the world, engulfed in black storm shadows,
is revealed for a moment in a flash of release.

A moment in time,
burned into retinas,
as rain begins to fall,
and the wind whips.

Once more the golden fingers grab at earth,
a rumbling scream follows,
the storm drags itself across the landscape,
leaving glass fingernails embedded in the earth.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
She slowly destroyed me,
beginning with love,
that faded like the sun,
at the end of the day.

Wounded and healed,
at the same time,
by loves bullet,
shot into my heart,
by her smile.

Serrated teeth,
bite ferociously,
into skin and flesh,
sharpened silver flashes.

Scarlet drops start,
followed by pumping spray,
a fountain of life,
slowly empties

Lifeless and floating,
in the barren sea,
until I bumped into,
your life ring.

Your love resuscitated,
me back to breathing and life,
healed all the damage,
sustained over time.
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
The day's afterglow shines onto distant horizons,
the night birds sing lonely songs,
through one eye the masked tree watches,
the night begins to fall through silvered stars.

The heat begins to release from the earth,
muscles relax, letting go of the day's tensions,
leaves settle as the wind lays, no more energy,
a cooling darkness pervades.

Black Crickets invisible to the eye,
begin to buzz, thousands of them,
the quiet is destroyed by the cacophony,
until motion is sensed in the grass.

Silence grabs and squeezes like a fist,
so fast that even my breath stops,
then glowing eyes appear from the weeds,
green, yellow, shine, approaching.

Her black fur, sleek and glistening,
almost looks wet as she approaches
and jumps into my lap,
purring joins in with the crickets.
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
I gaze enthralled
Into her eye
As it slowly closes
On the day
And I am embraced
By the night

The made up sky
With pinks and blues
Vanish
Replaced

By the blackness
Freckled with
Starlight
Pinpricks

Engulfed in
Shadow
Until my
Mistress

Is on the rise
Luna
Her golden face
Rises along with the tides

Tonight she wears
A Cheshire cat smile
I watch move across the sky
Until I close my eyes

The rooster crows
And I am alight
Once again in
Her light

As sol begins her trip
Across the sky
And our lives
Providing light and warmth
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
The sun shines upon her face,
and she absorbs its cosmic power,
nourished, for now,
until night comes.

Dancing and spinning in Luna's rays,
as joy and passion grow,
the darkness allows
my feelings to show.

We sit by the fire to soothe aching bones,
whispered neck kisses and pleasurable moans,
the day is improving as is my desire,
the fire and I against you, conspire.

The chorus of limbs
climb to heaven's gates,
our quintessence clamors for entry
to everlasting euphoria.

The story we continue to write,
ink falls on and stains the page
through every experience
and decisions made.
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
The cactus needles gleam in the sun
the desert wind blows a constant hum
a dust devil spins in the distance
jack rabbits scatter as a hawk dives

A pair of Gambel's quail run by
their topknots bobbing
as the sun begins to set
cicadas emerge and sing

The coyote pack joins the chorus
as the night hawk calls poor-will
and the bats swoop and eat
insects, clicking echolocation

I am annoyed by the speeding lights
of the highway in the distance and
wishing it wasn't there to disrupt
the desert evening, into night show.
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
Fiery flickers flash
statuesque she stands
absorbing adoration
from faithful followers

Rowdy ruinous redhead
gorgeous girl glows
attracting acolytes
like moths to the flame

Dastardly devils daughter
Icy cool stare
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
The swords of war put away
so we eat and drink today
our dragons are roosting now
we gave each of them a cow

Winning battles from the sky
we ride their backs as dragons fly
slashing swords at high speed
while piloting our noble steeds

When the enemy surrender refuses
we burn them all with dragon fuses
fiery breath from brimstone lungs
their screams are the last song sung

Our girls our ready with our mead
an epic poem of glory I'll read
and then a kiss at nights end
then off to bed so wounds can mend
Part of a Series
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
Here I am once again, following demand
upon the back and chasing wind
this time joined by my band
we fly formation toward their end

Silent wings rip the air
golden eyes glow in the dark
in an unblinking stare
and inside an internal spark

The refugees at the beginning of the plain
have built thatched huts, escape the wind
to move them on, we add some pain
eventually to our will they will bend

Dragons breath sets huts alight
as the villagers run in fear
they stumble into the night
as we continue to steer

Our phalanx regroups in the sky
blotting out the stars
another pass we prepare to fly
streaks fire of than can be seen from afar

Dragons and riders fan formation
dressed in armored battle gear
Village guards, abandon stations
and all run and scream in fear

Herd and herd we continue
to move them on for miles
until at last, from tired sinew
we abandon burning piles

Headed for the roost we fly
and into our castle keep
Imagining villages cry
as we climb so steep
# 3 in the series
The Fire Burns Sep 2017
With glint of scale
and gleam of eye,
the dragon riders
take to the sky.

Armor black
and swords of steel,
we give no slack,
will make them kneel.

A few months we have let them be,
a new village built beside the sea,
master wants us to move them north,
dark mountains near his magics source.

From behind the clouds
and lit by the moon,
with whipping shrouds,
we dive down to this tune.

Commanding fire we build a cage,
villagers once again enraged,
their archers fire into the night,
we've had no casualties but some day might.

With whipping of my dragons tail,
I tear away all their ships sails,
they will go where I say,
or to masters wrath must I pay.

we've sent them running, all the clans,
I've not been told the master plan,
some day soon at the mountains base,
we shall see what will take place.

I whistle and dragons soar,
once again to our roosts door,
to see our women and drink beer,
and later on hold them near.
Part 4
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
Floating aloft above the clouds
flown by scales and ***** of skin
wrapped in my warming shroud
kept aloft by something so thin

swooping now, toward the ground
sounds like we are rushing to our death
the castle is up ahead
I give the command for fiery breath

leveling out without a sound
guards on parapets, have no clue
orange flames come flying out
setting fires that burn bright blue

Another pass and its engulfed
stones begin to melt from heat just like the sun
like a pyroclastic flow of death
they all are on the run

I could easily get them all
but that is not the plan
they are being herded
toward an open span

a long green plain is many miles
still far beyond the sight of eye
and many villages and  castles
to terrorize at night, from the darkened sky

For now I dig in my heels
into armored scale plates
and give the order to go home
watch them head toward their fate

Orion's belt shows the path
to our masters roost
high up in the mountains
he searches for the truth
This may end up being a series
The Fire Burns Oct 2016
In the end, you must be your own person.
expectations of the future
are hopes and dreams
sometimes achievable
but rarely
if they are not
your own
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Carmine curtains pulled from the window,
wrapped around her while wrestling,
***** lashings from my tongue ensue,
both of us submitting to the other's passions.

The Lambada lasts into the night,
lovers swirl and bounce,
crawling and jumping,
until the music winds down into ecstasy.
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