Amber fire cooled
Smooth over water hardened
To soften the burn.
I heard that love would be a kind of a date,
a chemical one,
between me and you.
I heard that love would be a kind of an explosion,
an atomically one,
in which our elements,
are changing everything,
are destroying the cages and the chains
of our minds,
are creating joy,
are provoking re-freshness
and are giving hope.
If from this amalgamation
of heterogeneous elements
our hearts start to beat at the same pace.
What did you hear about love?
Spirits presence was ubiquitous
Circulating / ay-r
I am a walking coincidence
In a cuircuit / ah
but i know its probably me
but i know i wont take responsibility
but i know i'll find a way to make you apologize
but i know we've been here a million times
but i know that my love for you is like fire
but i know that it burns you
but i know that you think the way i shine is beautiful
but i know that i hurt your eyes
but i know that each time you close them and trust me its unbearable
and so we are left with one option.
while i shine, crackle, pop, burn
you must sway.
you water and i fire.
evaporate us both.
of self similar structures
with fractal dimensions
at various scales,
from the unseen cells
to the whole person, that I am;
permeates all of me,
constantly cycling, in and out,
the breathe of life,
in the blood.
But where is the Fire?
When the fearsome face appears,
When the senseless violence emerges,
When the air is saturated with red,
And when my surroundings become ruined
I will feel the lightning
Playing around with elements here. Might use it as a trope more. Nice symbolism and feelings attached to the elements.
Swept up in summoned motions
Winds stir stagnant emotions
Slurp down that potion of brewed dreams
having steeped long enough, visions edge to burst the seams
Kaleidoscopic undercurrents break the shore
with it a myriad of misty rains pour
refrain from thwarting these divine schemes
failure wont override on the premise of faulty genes
lingering faith saunters with me on this path
without valor, I risk a skewed aftermath
so here I am kicking my feet up to float the waves of spirit
may our shores harmonize,darling dearest
Herein rage dangerous rapids, Do I dare release?
The waters may never cease
Water is not always gentle.