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My Deepest Desire

Souls touching at their tips

Piercing words that cut me from your lips

My Heart’s pounding alarmingly fast

Out of breath completely gassed

You have me

A fire that dances and burns the soul

A wild flower that shines so brightly no sag no loll

A fluttering butterfly so ambient so full

It’s hard to breathe

Stuttering and shaking wondering if my hearts worth breaking its yours for the taking

So reap it

Uninhibited water that just floats all around me

Drowning me completely draining my entire being

To touch such a fire your hand would only burn

But I invite the flames and will let them consume my soul

I invite the danger even if it brings me to my darkest woes

I’m standing here

A pilgrim in search of a fire that I never thought existed which leaves me tight confused and conflicted

Completely constricted, sexually afflicted, morally restricted consumed and conflicted

You are a bird completely free and boundless

I wanna fly with you

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Choirs Smoking Cigars

You almost lit my cigar.

But you took your fire in other directions.

Not looking back, not even a glance.

But I smiled because I knew it was just a joke.

At least, in my mind, it was the greatest hilarity known to exist.

We can see right through your body of glass, friend.

So don’t try running; you just may shatter.

Try gleaming.

See how far that gets you this time.

Just beyond San Francisco, staring up at that Golden bridge.

You think the waters are cold now?

Wait until you make it to Honshu.

You’ll want to light my cigar.

Where did you take your fire to?

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Entranced by the Flame

The fire burns red,

orange,

blue

Emanating sweltering bursts of heat

Stifling my air as I just sit and stare-

Staring entranced by the flicker dance of flames upon the wood

Up and down and back and fourth the dancers roam

Dancing their merry dance upon the glowing embers.

Every time I move to join I am warned

The heat is in my clothes when I move I burn my skin

Why can I not join?

It is a beautiful ritual before me

“From the ashes of a fire comes rebirth!”

I want to burn off the old and tattered skin of my life

And once again begin anew

I move and I am burned!

Focus upon one single piece of wood-

See how it mocks me?

It was once a perfect piece, clean cut and even

But now within the flames it is engulfed by the dancers

Slowly it has been morphed into an original object

Of beauty and purity

Nothing could any longer corrupt it

Free of its societies bounders!

It mocks me!

Why must it mock me!?

I see freedom within my grasp

Though that same grasp eludes me

Catches upon only the clean white smoke

And the dancers dance faster

And I cannot stop looking

At this closer image of them

They whisper so subtly

I almost didn’t hear them say

“Walking through fire and not getting burned will change any man.

It’ll send you to a new and better world and place.

Dance with us because we are free.”

An outstretched hand and I take it

Let this pain of ecstasy release me!

I’ll be mocked no more!

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Tanka 2: Dream 1

my home is on fire,

but it is too beautiful,

to try and stop it.

blue, green, red – burn: o’holy.

take me to bed: o’holy.

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