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23 January 2014
Dark mountains form silhouettes
Against a painful sky
As the ground gasps fire and
Sounds fury and rage.
A broken door in the floor of the world
Screams wide open
And the panic in the center of the earth
Oily haze burns the air
Smoke and grit dam the atmosphere
Like spattered paint.
The howl of the sunrise
Bursts through the mind
And the world turns orange to red.
I stand on a hilltop baring
teeth to the gale
In a wild beastly grimace of joy.
As the sound turns to pain
and the sky bleeds black,
I hold my hands out
to thick dark rain,
Bathed in firelight and
the blood of the sky,
I watch the world born again.
When I wake, the ashes
Still taste on my tongue
And my ears still ring with the screams.
Sweat stings my eyes and
Burns in my hair;
Which am I?
The dreamer or the dream?
22 January 2014
Pain inside where it isn't felt
Till ice melts and wears away
The walls and fragile memories
Rewriting the past to be okay,
Another dawn, another day....
No longer burning, quiet and tame,
The fervor gone, the silence lame
With words unsaid and feelings remain;
Time passes and jerks you round
Desire now lives underground
Somewhere a flame, somewhere a name,
But so long ago, a word not heard
And a nothing where it stayed.
Broken up from where you were
Ashamed to feel, to have the nerve.
The new begins and dies as fast,
And the heart now aches for what is past.
Dreams flourish and spark anew,
Something for the heart to hold to