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Yes, you will rise from the ashes, but the burning comes first. For this part, darling, you must be brave.
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Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 6:43 PM UTC
Rise from the Ashes
So if I want to burn, Let me burn! I am throwing it all away! All Away! All the scraps you ever gave me, all the empty promises you made, I will set it all aflame, watch me rise from the ashes! Birthed by Brimstone, Birthed by Fire! I am a phoenix without a name! Flying Fast! Flying Blind! A new town, a brand new start! I dare not look back upon the wreckage of my wake. What's My Name! What's my name! what's my name? Won't anyone say my name?
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Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 9:34 PM UTC
What's My Name?
Lightning striking through a nervous system, Blood pumping facetious fire. Whispers through my home, hauntings of trauma and dreams of the crucifix stand. The flaming star of the avatar. The predator and the prey, predetermined and praying. Just another eternity until the monsoon departs, the season ended. From there the calm waves will carry me to shore. The dark, restful, kiln, I am your dough, as I am your clay, a grateful panettone. Mold me, endow me the drug, the decree, the great recipe of relinquishment. I rejected asylum, I denounced Gehenna, Cold blooded sunbathing in the radiant rays of the great bird's wings. The boiling embrace of his soft feathered fire. The brutal, unrelenting, chaotic, climactic, pull into the hot murky depths. Scald me, lash me, revive me in death. For I can wait no longer. Living in fear of the Reaper is worse than The Harvest itself. So come unto me my lord, my peace, And engulf me in the ******** rest.
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Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC
The sunny dunes of the Fantastic Phoenix
born from ashes Risen from the flames as the embers scorch within we shall be reborn anew as the flames cleansed us of our sins we shall give life to hope as despair extinguishes joy shall rise once again.
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Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 7:39 AM UTC
Pheonix
From failure Sparks New birth; Out of ashes We rise Aflame, Fists raised Up, Hope held High
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
Pheonix Fire
She used to say that She was fire, So, He became her Phoenix.
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 5:38 AM UTC
Fire.
Tossed and tossed aside, You held me - cast me away, In the swell, lost in the sway. Fate has a cutthroat way And we are held in her say. And she plays, while our price we pay. She Calculates while in Endeavours lust we are lost. She sees while we disindergrate. My hates only love I can't Intergrate. I'm more than what was left And I know more than what was Right. I'll just scream Sing And cry. I won't die, Fall I'll fly. I'll be more than what Was left. Life from ashes not left bereft.
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Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
Rising
I know your voice so true it haunts me in the night I see as you see too as we have the SAME "eye" sight I remember your touch so warm even tho I've never felt it I'm certain that if I touched you my heart? yes you would melt it I wish that I could smell you your sacred sweet and mine I wish that I could touch you and feel my heart-divine our magical transcendence is written in the stars and instantly immediate erasing all the scars you will know me well love you've longed for my soul too set up some g.p.s. babe to find the "one" for you eons an eons I have waited I am screaming out your name except I do not know it and that is such a shame just remember who I am now close your eyes to see find me with your heart love to seal our destiny hurry I am waiting for you to come -arrive I wonder every day here how without you I'll survive by boat or air just fly now or get in your car an drive my time I will have to bide but I will never tire as you are all the fuel I need to light my fire you and I the phoenix of two soulmates in desire. Ma Cherie © 2017
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
I am screaming out your name
I fell, Down, down, down into the far reaches of my mind, down into the abyss I fell. I will rise, from the ashes of who I was, from the inevitable darkness that took over me. Because I am a Phoenix. I will rise.
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Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
I Will Rise.
I've lost time counting headlights and lamplights and streetlights and stars. I've literally lost time. Each day I wake up, and watch the evening drift by in a sunset, I fall asleep and watch the moonlight sail away on a sunrise. It was an empty promise, these lights all around. It was an empty promise, that buzzed with the current a few thousand volts. Lights...pale and broken bulbs bleeding gasses and lies. But I guess in the dishonesty of some idea so pure, I found the dream that Teslas lightning tipped fingers yearned for, A quest of solid gold that conducted an orchestra of thunder. And so lights couldn't be a lie anymore, They could only be a dream, a dream never fully realized so long as the frozen dead fingers of liars past held their grip. Edisons overgrown yellow tinged finger nails, piercing through the veil of misty electric sparks, Yet here i am The light bulb is over MY head now! And my brainstorm is an F4 hurricane, my bolts like guillotines for your greedy fingers! Because this is the generation of new light, of new thunder and new mayhem. Of illumination! A new generation carrying torches, casting out our light bulbs and our lamp posts. Forcing fire into Mason jars and using flames like they were new again. No no no … Not Mason jars. Pull those god **** light bulbs from the headlights and lamplights and streetlights, fill those ******* with gunpowder and unstable explosive mixtures and make stars, ************* Make flames that burn brighter than Edison's unholy lies, that tear down the dome and bring the skies falling! Watch everything we've built, watch corruption and lies and racism and false superiority come hissing out of the cracks, trying to save themselves from the building pressure, Trying to claw their red boney fingers from the fire but they can't. Because they are the fire, And we will all watch as they burn like they always wanted to. Their voices shining past all of the glory their burning visage may grant, their bodies becoming one with the chaos that is our country. And then we will have nothing left but ashes. No more eagles. Only the right and left wings of a Phoenix, Risen from our ash and tears, flying into the sky to become the sun...To shine like nothing ever seen by our eyes so used to a false light. Because it's time we became the sun. It's time we chose a real light to follow, not a halogen tube spewing gas over sickly bodies. No more light bulbs to only last a few weeks. Were tired of artificial light...Tired of breathing oxygen made in a lab… Maybe it's because we've lost so much time under buzzing broken bulbs, under boot heels and tyrannical ideation. We've lost so much time staring into TV lights and camera flashes that we've only been able to wait for someone real to step into frame... We've lost so much time counting headlights and lamplights and streetlights and stars. Counting the minutes till a new hero appears...I'm ready to be the light.
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 9:40 AM UTC
No More Eagles
I've lost time counting headlights and lamplights and streetlights and stars. I've literally lost time. Each day I wake up, and watch the evening drift by in a sunset, I fall asleep and watch the moonlight sail away on a sunrise. It was an empty promise, these lights all around. It was an empty promise, that buzzed with the current a few thousand volts. Lights...pale and broken bulbs bleeding gasses and lies. But I guess in the dishonesty of some idea so pure, I found the dream that Teslas lightning tipped fingers yearned for, A quest of solid gold that conducted an orchestra of thunder. And so lights couldn't be a lie anymore, They could only be a dream, a dream never fully realized so long as the frozen dead fingers of liars past held their grip. Edisons overgrown yellow tinged finger nails, piercing through the veil of misty electric sparks, Yet here i am The light bulb is over MY head now! And my brainstorm is an F4 hurricane, my bolts like guillotines for your greedy fingers! Because this is the generation of new light, of new thunder and new mayhem. Of illumination! A new generation carrying torches, casting out our light bulbs and our lamp posts. Forcing fire into Mason jars and using flames like they were new again. No no no … Not Mason jars. Pull those god **** light bulbs from the headlights and lamplights and streetlights, fill those ******* with gunpowder and unstable explosive mixtures and make stars, ************* Make flames that burn brighter than Edison's unholy lies, that tear down the dome and bring the skies falling! Watch everything we've built, watch corruption and lies and racism and false superiority come hissing out of the cracks, trying to save themselves from the building pressure, Trying to claw their red boney fingers from the fire but they can't. Because they are the fire, And we will all watch as they burn like they always wanted to. Their voices shining past all of the glory their burning visage may grant, their bodies becoming one with the chaos that is our country. And then we will have nothing left but ashes. No more eagles. Only the right and left wings of a Phoenix, Risen from our ash and tears, flying into the sky to become the sun...To shine like nothing ever seen by our eyes so used to a false light. Because it's time we became the sun. It's time we chose a real light to follow, not a halogen tube spewing gas over sickly bodies. No more light bulbs to only last a few weeks. Were tired of artificial light...Tired of breathing oxygen made in a lab… Maybe it's because we've lost so much time under buzzing broken bulbs, under boot heels and tyrannical ideation. We've lost so much time staring into TV lights and camera flashes that we've only been able to wait for someone real to step into frame... We've lost so much time counting headlights and lamplights and streetlights and stars. Counting the minutes till a new hero appears...I'm ready to be the light.
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One day I will die, as is what happens with all. But I'm no longer scared. I won't be forever gone. Just like the Phoenix, I will come back, reborn onto this world.
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
Pheonix
A little picture frame fell Full of innocence, youth, ignorance, bliss It’s me in the millennium I wasn’t Too Tall Yet While in my clatter it crashed from the mantle Why is it even here? Wasn’t that yesterday? The past will never go away The past will never go away But only a dream, a conscious façade A memory is only a faulty tape And we find we recall love not time The things that child left behind Were mended by grace And cast the lines from his face The future grieves, what is mine? What's time but a coffin of sin Yet I heave the shining frame to the mantle again, Hoping to gain a childlike grin It’s not about the past or future It’s not about misplaced winnings It’s the chance a man has for a new beginning
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
It's Only a Picture Frame
“I could if I wanted, you know?” I pirouetted Full tilt The room on its axis Spinning quickly Wound up Unwound top Rhythmically synchronized With my clenched gut Transfixed as You— Who had traced the edges Of me Mapped me Committed to memory – Morphed quickly Became unrecognizable Your identity Faded An old photograph Outlined and defined You frame everything I am Who once was a beacon Is now a shadow cast The coldest glance A knife kissing Cozying against my skin Alive, you still haunt me A shamble of what I thought A ghost of a man I’m Creased From your tricky hands NO Ringing gunshot Swimming through your ears Tell me, please, That’s why you couldn’t hear I am just a trail of smoke Dissipating now An ember When I once was a blaze Smothered by uninvited embrace I am fragmented But they say Every phoenix Rises from ash
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
Phoenix
consummation flares burning the self to ashes phoenixing anew
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
pheonixed - senryū