fire
fire
it breeds within me
it streams from my mind as it streams from this pen;
unknowingly destructive
you might never know...
if something you did, caused a death
if something you did, caused life to spring anew
the seeds we plant in our garden grow slowly
the words we put into life go unnoticed too long
too often by ourselves
The fire we breathe...
Could fry boulders to rubble
Could topple our government
Could make love to our dear
Could kiss my unborn son goodnight
The water that flows from our fingers...
May turn to the Nile, as the Serengeti
May drown the innocent all over again
May fill yr. glass with that Acqua Della Vita we call sweet wine
May flow flawlessly, pointlessly to the sea
The earth that demands its way through yr. eyes...
Will cultivate the Atlantic
Will turn to ash as it must
Wil birth the most beautiful flower never seen
Will mess-up someone's boot and so apartment
The air that gushes from yr. hair...
Will give flight to that dodo playing a game of hide-and-seek
Will travel across the galaxy in its own impossible bubble
Will shoot out of the personal organ of J.S.Bach
Will knock a man, an unsure man, off of a building to his death
For you
yes, you
are the most amazing, impossible, incredulous part of this
this life
this existence
this beauty
This Life... This Love
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The Beautiful and The Unbeautiful - a collection of poems and texts
Poésiea collection of poems, about the beautiful and the unbeautiful, don't think there is much more to say
