"enkindled" poems
PROLOGUE
The Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,
illuming evening’s negligees
With braided curls she swirls and sways,
and flits and floats in light ballets
APOLOGUE
A Flame, to conquer creeping fog,
flew dancing towards a random log
Her flight perplexed a leery frog
beside a silent somber bog
The Flame, a ripple, all alone
alit on leaves where birds had flown
The aching twigs began to moan
A rising breeze began to groan
The Flame arrayed an ancient oak
with torrid tongues and veils of smoke
A ****** bailed, the dam had broke
The leery frog soon ceased to croak
The Flame uncoiled and lashed midair,
consuming crowns with utmost care
A crazed coyote fled her lair,
left in the lurch bewildered bear
The Flame, unfurled, went wild and grew,
enkindled cats and caribou
Remaining... not a residue,
as reeking vapors bade adieu
The Flame revealed her strength unshackled
Flora, fauna crisped and crackled
Fire Witches clucked and cackled
One more forest stripped, then hackled
EPILOGUE
The arsonists were well aware
the Flame would travel everywhere
The weirs are gone, the land is bare,
and soon you’ll find a city there
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 5:15 AM UTC
Pressing charge,
unplugging the worth you have in my heart,
_Wicked, and deceitful,_—would I seem saying,
"I love you with all my heart"
What haven't I loved long before you,
I've loved another; or rather a better
taste of you. Cloying; to a degree of natural ecstasy.
Scented ravenousness, so sweet by the first brim of
open lips connected.
I've had an affair with her, over the plain;
that seemed to be what we once had.
But still I could never start my day firstly without a
hint of you; yearning yourself down throat.
Enkindled by you both; though as the latter
proved herself, only in the first few times.
My bladder full to breaking point of a glutted
water balloon; hanging on a thin string.
_The effect she had on me..._
The effect of when I picked a latte coffee
over my traditional black brew.
Jun 15, 2022
Jun 15, 2022 at 3:28 PM UTC
I am a dreamer, a silent dreamer
Wishing that might be mine,
Exaltation, my ultimate passion
A sweet revenge in style.
Joshed, provoked, condemned, riled
A series of mad disaster,
Incited anger had driven me wild
An atrocious quill's my defender.
Keep the wicked flame enkindled for me
Never let it suddenly die,
'Cause by the time you eye on it directly
You'll be the one to poorly say bye!
I'm born to delude through my own hostile ways
But not to my own defeat,
Here's comes the night to stealthily replace
Would you like to let go and retreat?
I know you can't bear my insolence
'Cause you don't understand my fears,
And if for you it makes no sense
Well, sorry but you bring me no tears.
I've learned all these from my miserable past
But these ain't worth my commemoration,
For all those things will not ever last
So just look out for my sly deception.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC
In the shape of all men's longing
****** by all the gods of men
Slipping unclad into your dreams
I will come for you in the night
Skin silk smooth and cool as jazz
Soft curves that beg to be shaped
by rough hands soon enkindled
when carnal flames burn bright
Inside, a fiery heat draws you
as a moth to the flame is bound
Unlimited passion awaits you
Come taste unholy, unearthly delight
Stealing your breath with one set of lips;
with the other, your essence beguiling
Taking no more than you're eager to give
I've no desire to destroy you outright
In slaking my thirst on you in the dark
I've discovered an infernal truth
Not all has been taking - I've given as well
Now our bodies must ere reunite
I may be a daughter of Lilith
but it's you who has stolen my soul
It's only your essence I'm craving
That, and your love, bind me tight.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC
Welcome to an exhibition showcasing the brilliant hues of rainbow that dance in a mind immersed in an interminable pool of wonder
The price of admission is a supernatural incision from a cosmic magician full of extramundane vision
A spiritual call to arms - a cunningly pleasing provincial alarm stimulating unexploited charms enkindled in the archaic profundity held within your palms.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
The corpse lied untouched,
In the crepuscular light,
her shadow enkindled.
Her kins stood panic-stricken.
Her fidelity was being questioned.
It was time now for the sun to set.
The birds were finding there way.
Migrating
Also,suffering.
And the darkness was about descend like everyday
The shadows seemed to be taking over the grimaced faces
But she however,
Was trying to resurrect her soul.
This was the epitome of her infatuation.
But she had always been an Ailurophile,
Always.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 7:24 AM UTC
Even amidst all the chaos, stars are born on the rise. Let's hang our bedsheets of jealousy out to dry.
Bask in the Lunar glow of night sky. Reflected dreams shine amongst the will of the fight.
Follow the winding trails of hope, for she's always the test. Best you learn to fear stupidity, as it burns through the nest.
Surely you jest! **** the selfish gesture from heartless chest. Crested Swallows fly down to get rid of your pest.
Blessed be the people, the worst AND the best. Flourish in broad daylight and ingest the nourishment of our plight.
The night owls watch from their perch, then take off on a flight. They're wisdom may be the wisest of the avian kingdom.
Pray to your God to not give up on your way. Sway not from true freedom, these poems are the iridescent rainbow spray.
Splayed and flayed magically out for the eyes of the next child that stays. Days turn to nights, and nights into days.
You eat your Doritos and I'll eat my Lays. We'll cleverly act out our plays. Mend the space of fabric that frays.
We'll tend to bend time to our ways. These rhymes speak louder than illusive money in May.
We'll mold our creations from enkindled passion flames, shaped from warm clay.
Cows moo away and eat grass, while horses nicker and neigh.
Our actions speak louder than our poems do. Live on, cause dark turns to light, and night turns to day.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 5:16 AM UTC
I remember when lachesism took place
You enkindled me with your smile
You and I were culpable at the start
We wondered into the coniferous forest
Only for you to elicit these feelings upon me
You had rutabosis, I did not
Your ambivalent heart took a toll on mine
Love seems pretentious to me now
But even when I fall asleep trying to escape the day I dream of you
I fall in love with you all over again
It's all too ambiguous and ethereal
Causing my incarnadine heart to turn blue
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
Tonight, my friend, you enkindled me.
Because its so much better on paper, you said to me.
Because you proved to me that fidelity and love are not a myth.
Because you remembered something I said to you weeks ago.
Because you stayed around when it all fell apart, when I fell apart.
Because you heard me when all the world was deaf.
Tonight, my friend, you changed my mind.
I decided not to settle for solitude.
I decided that there are things I'll miss about this little town.
I decided to make myself a better person.
I decided to be the kind of friend a friend would like to have.
I decided not to give in to the often-prevailing darkness.
Tonight, my friend, you brought me joy.
Always you were my strength when I was weak.
Always will I be here for you to do the same.
Always you can count on me, rain or shine.
Always will you be a brother to me.
Always will I read Dickinson and think of you.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
Staring at you isn’t as simple as you think.
Looking through your eyes feels like I’m about to sink.
Endlessly glancing at you.
I see the glow of the galaxy inside you.
The way the stars blink and twinkle
Is the same as you making me feel enkindled
You have made me believe,
That eyes can be deceived
That stars aren’t the ones we see
But they're the ones we meet,
And that galaxies aren’t to be dreamt
But that galaxies are meant to be felt.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 5:12 AM UTC
The ones they give,
to each other,
the ones they have,
to say, they love one another.
The ones with passing, with such a playful spirit,
it's the one with stars in their eyes,
and the heart on their sleeves, they proudly wear it.
Ah how they ask for kisses,
with nary a word,
how the song of love whistles,
much sweeter than any bird.
Be in sunshine, or rain,
in whispers or...rather profane.
They come on back to give each other,
a look.
That look of endearment,
ah such joy have they together,
how they know and believe,
that they'll survive no matter the weather.
How I long for a partner,
to give such a look,
however I find,
find them in only story books.
So lovers will be,
star crossed by the sea,
enkindled and intertwined,
when they look at each other,
they look to rewind.
For one more day, to stare at each other,
to have one more day, with their one,
their lover.
All from looks.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
To hand is a Miss, who finds solace in me,
Then yet, why can I not stand of condolence to thee;
She whispers in my ears, fragrant airs of symphony,
Drawing nigh, the passion of my soul to the lure of dearest’s epitome.
My heart nurtures the budding warmth of the Miss’s beckoning hymn,
As the sunlit passion of our enkindled love grows dim;
You rouse the sheer nature of my once disguised dismay,
Before sorrow seals my soul and life drifts absent as it lay.
Laced gracefully upon her I see an Angel come utterly unto heaven,
And the beauty of her mind whelms the flames of my desire,
As I dream of her silk skin upon mine, unveiled of attire;
Still my eyes are yet to see the Miss’s truest form given.
I patiently wait in the deep of my blistering parched passions,
The day she will reveal herself to consume me in everlasting compassion.
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
she owns stars
they are hung in place of humming butterflies in her stomach
she does not get nervous, she gets enkindled;
set aflame within seconds
she is ultraviolet fearless,
feeling her penitence only where it is absolutely due
her name is attributed to shameless like a title
she does not make herself small
or fold neatly into borders and build refuge in corners
not smooth like a statue
she is rough around the fringe;
you can tell by looking at her
she is the definition of wear-and-tear, she is whirlwind
kicked around,
hung-out-to-dry,
her mouth has messy margins;
she possesses no absolutes
she is extraordinary,
boundless,
she embodies intensity and fills every word she speaks with volume
she cannot just touch the ones she loves,
she must wreak havoc in their lives.
the stars beg for forgiveness as
she ignites fury and forces conformity to her accompanying chaos.
the slightest hitch of breathing is suffocating
comfort is mistaken for smothering, extinguished vitality drives
an exit in ballerina form tornado
it is so carefully constructed,
a technique so practiced
it confounds the lines between art and destruction,
bitterness seeps from her tear ducts
acidic, every dance looks like an escape method around her wrists
she whispers;
"you cannot love
the constellations.
i contain multitudes,
i exist past your competence and occupy negative space;
i am made of what people wish they were bold enough to apperceive ."
and the stars translate in echo,
"you cannot love
what is scared to be touched.
oh,
what a lonely, impermanent space
frightened arrogance must occupy."
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
To burn...in these echoes of warmth, the
warm regards, warmest hugs and a hello
of a long seen friend. Fires burns in my chest.
Till the face glows; in the light of a friendly
smile. We'll all be the stars under the sun,
deeming light of inspiration in their lives.
The lives of those lost in the dark—guide them
with your spark.
Soon my child...you'll find that match,
fuelling the already passionate flame of love.
To rest your burning eyes of desire on loving
your spouse by fireplace of your house.
We'll be dreaming of the stars set in our names,
searing the old till ash—enkindled in this hope
you'll find. The future is bright, at the end of the
tunnel is that shinning light. You've got the will
to survive. Keep up the good fight!
Blistering scars do come with time, in the degrees
of many scolding hurts. You were created well to
take the heat.
There's a fire in us all. A fire unlike no other,
there is a fire in us all. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Jul 26, 2022
Jul 26, 2022 at 3:07 PM UTC
The clock strikes midnight,
signaling us to lay our bones to rest.
As I head to my bed,
and he to his,
I want nothing more than to lay down beside him,
with his arms wrapped around the small of my waist,
and to sleep.
But miles of bustling roads separate us,
leaving us with nothing but the
emptiness between our sheets,
the stillness of the air casting down upon us,
and a sudden infatuation with the clock’s sluggish ticking,
counting down the seconds, minutes, and hours,
until we can be together again.
Nobody said this distance would be easy to endure,
but this one thing I know is for sure -
my never-ending love for you does come easily.
So close your eyes,
and rest your mind, my love,
and as will I.
The sun will surely rise,
giving life to a new, endowing day,
and this enkindled flame will never cease to exist,
because for a fire to flourish,
it needs space, oxygen,
not constant suffocation.
Distance will make us stronger, darling,
I promise you this.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
Recalling fanaticism
Angry eyes swollen into the night
Full and proud the lunatic stood
Offering a seemingly worthless soul
To the blinding light of the moon
Heresy became virture
As daylight crept onto the horizon
Helios and his knights purging
The shadows of the Lunar kin
An orchestrated arsonist's betrayal
The comfort of the evening air
Bitter as it now is, is tempting to some
Those enkindled with righteous flames
Bleed their religion into a new day
Wildfires spread to the ways of old.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
I heard a crackle;
A heart that was enkindled,
Entranced by laughter,
Feet on uncharted waters,
Life as I know it, altered.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 2:04 AM UTC
Our faces were less than inches apart.
I’m not a bomb technician so I didn’t know how to diffuse the situation
So instead of cutting wires I cut to the chase
If this action caused an explosion that is a good thing right?
I’m not talking about the kiss in the rain that concludes the story
But one that signals the beginning of A lifetime
I began to close the inches that seemed like trying to Cross an ocean while holding your breath
I didn’t think I could Hold my breath any longer, I thought I might pass out, But that’s when my lips were enkindled by yours
No fireworks shot off, no music was played, no magic fairy dust was sprinkled
But Trust me … this was deeper than any film could portray
Because in that moment my lips were tattooed with an addiction.
I got to open my eyes into yours and know they saw my intentions my perfections and even my imperfections and know you belonged to me.
And only left with the question … do I kiss her again
And the answer is always yes.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
Sporadic meeting in the physical years ago while working in the deep within; enkindled imaginative aestheticism through a wondrous past life diagnosis recollected through hypnosis
Signed this contract at birth to inhabit the earth and rebirth equal worth
In retrospect, welcoming lessons provided through the difficult moments as hidden components
Presently facing karmic consequences while setting aside amorous transgression
Eternal spiritual existence continuously advancing evolution - fusion of seclusion and ablution producing a stance of universal absolution
Making the ego porous fosters the formless warmness providing an assortment of unfeigned adornments
Seemed to evaporate yet cannot part; beware of the mind trying to masquerade the heart; honor yourself with an alluringly mature counterpart.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
Lonely as the streets at night
You brought me a hopeful light
You enkindled the moon
And lit the stars for me
Being alone was always a pleasure
But you made me feel as if the world owe me
But it's the other way around
I owe the world for setting you up to me
I have doubted all the things in this world
But you've built another one for me
It isn't the most perfect
But with your touch everything is flawless
My consumed mind with nothing but foolishness
With just one smile you turned everything off
Babe, you are the heaven to my hell
The only thing i would cling to
The only light that i will follow through
I'm becoming reckless
But you are too selfless
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 4:42 AM UTC
An immortal flame
Absent, yet enkindled
It resides in me and you
An awareness we gave
eachother when our eyes met
When our smiles opened
the windows in our eyes
and we could see the same candle burning
How could we forget?
We never have
It's just the drama of going through birth
The fleetingness of life
and the wisdom of us as a child
that was washed away to time
Because let's be honost
we both were a long way from home
But our candle still burns my dear
And our home is still ours
let's spend some time together
I've missed you and I wonder how your day went.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC
History tells stories of epic truth
This recounts an upheaval in Zanján
The Báb's blazing influence in his proofs
Opposed by the Mujtahids of Iran
I see the light of enkindled heroes
Dissolving ties of worldly attachment
Souls' lives sacrificed through horrendous blows
Causeless bloodshed, we ask, to what extent?
Formidable Hujját, in God, trusted
Struck dead by cannon, wife and young baby
For mere appeal to the Sháh for justice
Her name was Khadíjih, his was Hádí
At last, though suffering, he did not grieve
In heavenly blessings did he believe
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC