Sep 2013
I am the seed
Breathed from the lips
of an unknown read.
I am the rain
Come from a lock
of an unquenchable shame.
I am the true reach
for the last
Blistering leech
I am the word
of which your tongue
will never taste.
Do not put me
to waste.
Bite me…
Breathe me…
FEEL
MY BLOOD
Let it heat you.
Let it breath you.
Until your Flame becomes a flood.
Breathed from the lips
of an unknown read.
I am the rain
Come from a lock
of an unquenchable shame.
I am the true reach
for the last
Blistering leech
I am the word
of which your tongue
will never taste.
Do not put me
to waste.
Bite me…
Breathe me…
FEEL
MY BLOOD
Let it heat you.
Let it breath you.
Until your Flame becomes a flood.
Tribute to Howard Roark (named in ink by the author Ayn Rand in her novel The Fountainhead)-- a symbolic inspiration to myself and --I hope-- an abundance of other flame full and flame hungry humans. Tread on, and monument yourself in the name of the Right.
We are a generation of reality and passion.
Second tribute to J.K Rowling and her character Sirius Black-- yet another "undesirable" of a willingly fog-minded society.
We are a generation of reality and passion.
Second tribute to J.K Rowling and her character Sirius Black-- yet another "undesirable" of a willingly fog-minded society.
