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Kim Yu Jun 2015
Back up a bit as i fuel this fire,
This fire to inspire hearts that seem to retire
From this wonderful life that we acquire, as we move on through it with desire
To fit in this attire that protects us from haywire.
Refire and let the wind take you higher
Light up your fire and let heavens see your everblazing desire.
Lame poetry at its best :)
NII OKAI MOT Mar 2021
Life is just an empty Dream,
Things are not really what they seem full of ups and downs , after each fall in life there is a rise after each battle there is a price.... Life is full of stress and mess tension leads to sleeplessness ... Sometimes I sit down and ask myself when will all this madness cease where is free time where is peace ... In life you have to Aspire in order to be able to aquire the desire you admire do not retire always Refire
Sajini Israel Mar 2018
Run
Run to the Garden,
there lies some harps With melodies so cool
that makes nature's hand's ignite our thoughts.

Run to the stream,
there we search for sweet waters
to retire our feelings
and refire our thinkings.

Run to the desserts,
there we find rough stones and big rocks.
Beneath the hardest rock
Shines the greatest luck.

Run to your mind
Embedded there are treasures untapped.
Run to your heart
For it overflows with stories untold.
Colm Mar 2019
My echo
My desire to be heard
Died long ago

In a notebook winding longer than the build before the great crescendo

And I noted in this
As a young man of old
As a conductor of sorts

Not attempting to refire all of the old songs turned cold
No
But rewriting them each for me alone
Indefinitely and until the long silence comes home
Experience allows me to not walk that path. Again and again. And thank God for that.
ohNoe Jul 2020
Woah, found this recently in my head...not bad actually...especially since I miss writing, like, a lot
I walked down whatever path was in front of me
so did she but we weren't WE
there were thorns on the ground
and all around
*** she screamed and I echoed
cuz it seemed serious *******
blood bleeds thru thorn holes
don't Noe if you knew that
but some thorns are metaphoric
and you can bleed from your soul
the walls seem ready to give up the ghost
and leave me dealing with the exiled host
synapses long silent set to refire
so this Clint seems set to expire
every memory from forever always there
three, nay four scenes playing together
i'd see them hear them smell them feel them
poignant powerful ocean within which i swim
i killed this **** decades ago to save me
it's why i put all those evil drugs in me
**** irony is a shakespearian witch
and she be a straight up full on *****
been fine bein' quasi intelligent
mostly anyways
found other aspects of Clint
which joyed my days
scared
terrified
reincarnation is upon me
the threats amplifying daily
don't wanna be that me
please
please
there is quite a pretty path weaving wandering through a forest, some groves, some open areas, some deep dark canopies, an occasional extended open space with a view you've only seen in dreams. Do you smell the fir needles and the fresh dirt? It's the type of experience which connects you to your planet. It's glorious and beauty of a type which no "e" connection will place into your soul forevermore.
along that path strolls a young man, perhaps a boy, he is laughing with his sister and the girl who would in a few years own his heart and his soul. Look leftwards, do you see the flutterby? Just starboard a wren whistles a mockingbird song and smiles and winks when you give it a confused face.
have you ever been on that path? I hope so becuz it teaches you a beauty beyond what most of us shall ever experience.
oh, anyway, he lived, sister died, love died, world continued completely indifferent...blah blah blah...path exists still...find it, enjoy it...
I walked down a path I thought I chose
naively believing I'm the ****** who chose
there were thorns on the ground
all around
but roses left and right
and Love actually gave me her light
for a little while
then of course back to exile
I walked down a path one day or the other
running laughing with Sean my Brother
he turned to look at me
yet said not a word
becuz we'd already heard
everything you could see
and spun kaleidoscope holes
along every fwy floor or wall
Oh ****
I forgot
he said...
and I quote...
…..Hello Nurse
KG Oct 12
Wrench the sockets, from their bones
the metal shrieks, and tears with sinew
This stark heart harkens back to the coal pit
and fire and ice and blood and chain
A Solivagant makes his trek again through
the pitiless expanse the horizon provides
Exuberant in folly, exuberant in wisdom
Biting the hands that taste like batter
added flavors that make the mixer madder
As if madness was the secret ingredient
Refire.

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