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A fiery depth within me consumes everything in sight.
Like an inferno burning across a busy street
Without any prejudice, it devours all that’s pure
And all that’s unchaste alike.

These ferocious flames smother and choke out
Even the tiniest morsel of our love until nothing is left.

I’ve lit a fire; one that I thought would make us sizzle and smoke with sheer ecstasy
But ignited rage instead.

I’ve blazed a trail; one that I thought would bring me closer to you
But has only led to destruction.

And long after I’ve gone, my footsteps continue to spit and crackle
These glowing embers will lick at your feet.
My only hope is that you are strong enough to follow,
Even when they turn crimson.

Perhaps then, out of the ashes of our past,
Something new can arise.
“Invisible threads are the strongest ties.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche and  I would add communication keeps them from breaking
Alienpoet Feb 2017
In the midst of midnight air,
stood a man who didn't care.
For he was a man who made world's collide
and every bit of earth bore his stride.
He was the key, the door to realities thick, slick and uncertain
beyond realities curtains
however there was one thing he didn't have and that was a wife
to free him from his darkness his strife.
He searched in coffee shops and in bars,
he looked for answers in the stars,
until he found his equal a woman beyond others,
Sophia the woman in the fire the object of his desire
her wisdom burned bright forged in fiery Stars of eternal unrest
with a beauty that cant be bested
but his love for her was yet untested.
She told him to win her heart he'd have to become mortal
and so would she for in mortality
you see there are lessons that can be learned.
Her heart burned for him so much in the transition
that it became a birth mark above her chest,
he would have to find her to pass the test.
However when they met for the first time
she had met him in a timeline before,
she warned him of tragedies of a life if he stood alone,
a king with a crown but an empty throne.
Although he hadn't put it together
what she was meaning that without her he'd be dead
but his mind had a needle but not a thread
and although he had a good heart he was easily led
so at 16 he lost his mind.
Believing in heavenly things rather than science
which all people believed to be true.
Sectioned under the mental health act 1983
Seeing into the distant reality,
he saw a girl lost her mascara ran down her face,
she was a girl who had lost her place in the scheme of life's dream,
her silence was a scream.
She told him things about his future but as he reached out for her she was taken away
for she was his Sophia and they both were going to pay,
for in making themselves mortal their only way out was to marry or love without doubt.
He had many doubts, that had found their way out and into his life.
While she was trying to save him through many lives lost,he was struggling with his own.
Returning home from the mental hospital he was told his life was a lie
he felt that the only way to heal was to cry
and cry he did amid his friends who lost patience with him in the end.
He could not pretend to be happy, everyday he looked for an answer to his unhappiness,
in fear there is no hope and he became broken.
One day though he was walking down the town he saw a girl she smiled it lit up his day.
So he asked her if it was ok to know her name?
She said it was Grace.
After chatting for awhile she said "you should have a coffee round my place"?
So he said "yes" and popped round there.
Soon after a few weeks he fell in love he felt like it was a answer from the gods of above
but soon doubts crept into his head whether he should settle down or find a career instead or first. He had made his life into a headache a curse
and much more complicated than it should be.
So he broke up with her, it felt like his spur to create the life he dreamed before it was too late.
So he had a car a house but no wife, no spouse.
Meanwhile he missed Grace missed her soft touch her face
after years of working hard, he found a woman crying in a builders yard,
he remembered who she was because of the birthmark above chest
and the smile to which she was blessed.
Grace now old and heartbroken she told him she had many lovers since him but none who could match.
He still loved her so they went to hers.
But that night electrics in the house caught fire there was a fault.
So they both awoke to the smell of burning with a jolt.
He tried to get her out but the place was full of smoke thick and dense.
Now a voice spoke "I am the fire your heart lies with me.
Do you choose to be with Grace and love her avidly or do you choose the path of fear,
to run away and leave her here with me".
Realising that Grace had passed out,
he lifted her over shoulder as the fire began to get worse he got her out.
But he collapsed a heart attack ripped through his chest,
he died they laid his body to rest.
But as he walked through the white door of heaven .
There stood Grace as Sophia his wife.
Every time you doubted,I lost you,
you see, every time you ran I loved thee,
for you have passed the test.
Daniel Tucker Feb 2017
Laid waste the beauty of ancient sites
Where wisdom laments its ancient demise.
The human spirit had once taken flight
Out of dark mists and out of disguise.

Paradise found just beyond their reach.
Friendship feigned as in unwitting Troy.
Pygmalion's ideal crumbled within the breech.
Pure knowledge strangled by treacherous ploy.

Yet wisdom still beckons beneath this frost.
Rumblings felt faintly in purer souls.?
Vowed in blood to regain paradise lost.
Worlds sacrificed for one small foothold.

Beauty from ashes of ancient sites.
In spirit in heart once again taking flight.
©2017 Daniel I. Tucker

Challenge of the new, not a rehash of the old world!
Something to help bring a little ancient light to our present plight.
Alienpoet Jan 2017
Wounded warrior put away your guns and blades
Don't you know that truth cannot be enslaved?
Even if we fight it'll shine through
In the actions that we do

Put away your violence
In the silence of room
No matter the darkness
The light will always pierce through the gloom

Love is the connection between us
Fight fear with love make it go away
Love is constant it is the energy in atoms
That binds reality together
Love of mother universe who's image we are created in
Fear is missing the target of our purpose to love each other

Forgiveness rises like a Phoenix making our hearts begin again
Though our tears fall like rain
Make them tears of joy and not pain.
9ine Jan 2017
Have you ever just wonder how would love be?
No, I'm not referring to the kind of feeling you get when two lovers connect, but to truly find your soul mate,
spending the rest of your entire life with them.

It applies to everyday life because you grow with them,
you aged together,
you share the same connection where a family is created.
A bond inseparable.
This scares me because I'm a fool for love.

I'm not brave to witness it.
I'm not brave enough to create it.

Can I be a wife?
A mother?

No one actually sits quietly and wonder.
Are they seeing themselves moving through the periods of time?

Is  that happiness?
Living in your own flesh, building your own structures, evolving through the tides of life.

This world is lonely,
you are your own happiness
content in  your personal world.

You are your thoughts.
You are your actions.
Never settled or limited.
Its always everlasting.
Everlasting love for yourself.
That's love.

So you're not brave either.

To be truly in the service of him or her is to see her empty.

Feed her.

Love her.

Touch her.

Support her where your spills heal her.

Become her mirror.

Become her listener.

Her pillow.
Her messenger.
Her guide.
Be her heart.
Be her skin.

See her beauty through her soul.

She was created for you.
Just for you.

It's amazing that God created another to balance you.
God, it's amazing because she's not brave like you.
So you both sit still.
Silent and living till the time is right.

Perfect for just the two of you.
Ashtereth Dec 2016
Perilous, fiery eyes glaring from a high perch
Hurtling flames amidst the dark woods
Orange and red glowing silently
Elegant feathers of fine dust
Night is prime time for the Hunter
Ignited with colour and flame
Xeric feathers radiating heat, you'll wish you'd never came

The PHOENIX

~Sasha
Mysidian Bard Dec 2016
It wasn't the end
I closed my eyes and waited
But death never came
maxime Dec 2016
I rise from ashes.
I am not washed away by rain,
or carried away in gusts of wind.
I am renewed. I reform. I rise.
And by God, you should be terrified.

Every time I rise again I am stronger.
Behead me and I'll be born with double the power.
Your fear of me only fuels my fire.
And each time the ability to end you becomes stronger.
Each time I rise, I know more, can be more.
Viola Densden Nov 2016
Was it not I
Who tried to die
Nine
Lives
Three are spent
And here I lie
My third grave.
I fell slave to love
To behave
Elocution by electrocution-
See my eyes
Touch my hair
I may breathe men for air
But mine eyes
Have seen the light
To the unenvyable cry
Of my plight
Slight of hand;
What a trick it is to die.
Maggots feast upon my eyes,
I would've rather burnt:
Little jew, little jew
What has Herr Doktor done to you
Chimney stacks
Bellow black;
I do not do
I do not do
The black shoe
I've been living in
For nearly two years of suffering
My ailing mind
Blind to happiness.
deranged:
A form of estranged from reality.
For now I fly
High as a vulture
Hung in the sky,
The Zoroastrian carcass
Beneath my circle;
i cannot die,
Without that vulture
A phoenix become
As bright as the Sun
And I will never die
Cheated of six lives
it is not fair
so yes
i eat men like air.
Sylvia Plath, my idol. My muse. Bastardised.
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