Have you ever seen the way
A bushfire sets beautifully ablaze The deepest, darkest forest trees A melting-orange intensity It brings about an ash of gold Like the smothering dust of charcoal The wildest destruction ever to see In the eyes of a son who came from me
Dedicated to Knox James Alexander
and suggesting that they sit in flimsy metal pits from hardware stores or such is all well and good until flames remind you they have no gods, no morals, just free will, while the smoke marks you its own
With deliverance Old growth forests Stripped to Their core rings Ashes turn a season Of fire into spring
Look at this girl With wildfire eyes, Beautiful flames That will burn you alive. Look at this girl, A tornado in skin. She tears through hell With a bone chilling grin. You think you know That she’s numb to the pain, That novocaine Somehow runs through her veins, But her wildfire eyes Hold tales she won’t tell. Her bone-chilling grin Is just to spite hell. You’ve become passive, So absently blind. Her fiery facade Has convinced you she’s fine. But her wildfire eyes Can’t relieve her lament. Her bone chilling grin Can’t change hell’s torment. She’s dying alive As the fires of hell churn. She’s not fireproof, And she feels every burn. This girl that you see, And her wildfire eyes? They’re beautiful flames, That burn her alive. ~
after the wildfire,
you can expect to find me sprouting in the ash
Out of truth,
You started wildfires across my heart. The noxious fumes choke me. I'm blinded, But dance in the flames as we persist.
No matter what I do
You know what are You know what you did I say farewell to My fighting chance It didn’t matter in the end No matter what I did I sold myself for your life sentence I carry the burden of your sins The end was already written No matter what I did My branches are heavy I’m not ready to start over again Nothing survives the winter Looking through the window I hear the voices of my past Laughing back at me I will never forget The wildfires There’s no way out I am a shell of a the person That I used to be before No matter what I did I never had a fighting chance I say farewell to my chance for peace
Sinuous the smoke
tainting serene summer sights flaming, scourging plight.
Blazing wildfires thousands of miles away. The smoke engulfs the flaming eye of heaven, Minnesota observer.
drooping animal eyes made of wildfire forested heartbeats spun into magma seas of future regeneration carbon crisis kindling awaiting extinguish me with the balled-fist of the angry present 2. awakened morning dewdrop universe surrounding us pillars of infant dust coalescing sweet starlight kisses arcing over the meadow as we race into the smoky twilight barefooted and aware 3. I spoke to your body with only my eyes cardboard cutouts of childhood softening in the rain a simple gingerbread house inside my head a rippling pond thirsty with relaxation ******* rings easing into oblivion as we touched and told our skin everything we ever needed to know