I pledge allegiance, to materialism
Of the apportioned states of America
And to the Government
For which it hides, One nation
Under false pretense, Dividable, with dependability and unethicalness for all

I know the fires of the sun
Every ray of light life giving
Destroys a little more
A spark for you would devastate my city

Why does passion burn intensely?
That my heart would turn to ash
Its not what I intend
That my heart becomes the coal

Fire
Fire brings warmth
Fire eviscerates
I guess its just my fate
To be only smoke and memory
As the better parts of me
Burn away

I know the fires of the sun
And the bottom of the ocean
Both are fools to gravities charms
The weight you give me

Why does passion reach so fully?
That there is no skin I know
That isn't marked
By your tattooed name

Fire
My soul and heart on fire
Fire is the name I love
I'll burn as willing tinder
To shed light upon your dreams
I only hope you love me
As a dream that will never be

Good night kisses,
Watching a movie,
Wrapped in a blanket,
Two straws in a smoothie,
Four legs intertwined,
Two glasses of wine,
Her head on your shoulder,
She's just a year older,
Holding her close,
You cuddle all night,
Keeping her warm,
Holding her tight.

Wake her up with a kiss,
On the forehead and lips,
Look into her eyes
And thank God she's your prize,
Treat her like royalty,
As if she were a queen,
Open her doors
And buy her nice things.

But more importantly
Than any of that,
Love her unconditionally
And she will love back.

If I ever dance
It will be alone
I'll have a shadow I see a face in
And a ghost that I become
It will never rain
And the eyes will always be blue

The clouds are weapons of war
Casting calloused fingers onto the skin of my feet
I cannot walk
I'll run away
Hiding behind the corners as the clowns decry my name
I won't know how to feel
I don't know what to say
The only thing I ever wanted
Are the things you wanted yesterday

A bird flies
Nature throws itself to the wind
And all enchanted bodies
Sleep not tonight

Roaring tides of sea took clouds
As chariots deep and light as terror
Or awe at what could be the last
Wink of lightning on chains of evening

I rooted myself to this bushel
And bore the berry, nature told me thus
For life may be as fruit near fallen
Or rotten-putrid, alcoholic mess.

Driftwood sees me early
And I wake when the storm is over
Not me I told, not shaven me
I am wild now, I have seen the cold.

So woe, those days may live again,
But I will take the razor once more
And live as apes may call themselves human
And live as comfortably as I may after all.
Away from the storm,
But not gone.