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.
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 6:41 AM UTC
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.