Firestarter

“In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.”Albert Schweitzer
Fire starter bring your primal heat to my place of safety

Tall are the trees that will burn in your fury of heated infamy

Crackling sounds call as newborn flames lick through my glory

Living smooth tongues of burning passion consume and cleanse

The glare’s captured essence of your fires reflected in my eyes

The  power to destroy is close to power to create in chaos

My joyful sorrows light is this forever hellish glow on earth, 

My pleasure reborn in an ember embrace of fiery vitality


05192012

Misty Is Her Way – Part One

“She would hang on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.” 

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I felt light traces of her fingertips, leaving a trail of pleasure long after they found other parts of my landscape to wander. My breathing slows, mind numbs, and a creeping satisfaction, like morning mist rolling down the hillside, fills every low place of my mind. The lows of sadness, footprints of giants pocketing my memory, cupped every delicate drop of her. These lined with the nature and nurture of excruciating experience, crushed me like shells on the shore, the pounding driving me into smaller and smaller pieces. Ah, but the mist of her touch, brought healing in the haze. The troubles disappeared as I soaked up the attentions and affections of her spirit, bringing me to life with her touch; watching as it swallowed my world in dancing swirls of natures skirt, a skirt of billowing softness, gently unveiling all her nakedness. Me, I am ravaged and barren, a scorched desert, but full of life, a life that stung, bit, and poisoned all potential for happiness. It is amazing how close to pleasure, pain is. It is possible to confuse the two, in fact, I counted on that to escape the dreary confines that echoed with the chains of my captivity.

The Pines – A breeze in the pines

“To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.” – Helen Keller 
Remember, the storm is a good opportunity for the pine and the cypress to show their strength and their stability.” – Ho Chi Minh
 

I hear the pine needles whispering their lullaby

to me their silent infant

Soft are the blankets laid down by so great a choir

Finding myself in their comforting bosom

My eyes close, resting in natures embrace

This entrancement such a pleasure,

the ancient care of God’s nursemaids.

The Pines – A breeze in the pines

“To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.” – Helen Keller 
Remember, the storm is a good opportunity for the pine and the cypress to show their strength and their stability.” – Ho Chi Minh
 

I hear the pine needles whispering their lullaby

to me their silent infant

Soft are the blankets laid down by so great a choir

Finding myself in their comforting bosom

My eyes close, resting in natures embrace

This entrancement such a pleasure,

the ancient care of God’s nursemaids.

Mr P – Pain my companion

“Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”
phantasmagasm
Hey Mr P!
I’m so glad to have your acquaintance.
You’ve been by my side through good and bad.
You made sure I always was aware of you following behind me
I’m glad your here, without you, where would I be?
Because of you I’m sharp, on my toes and on guard
Otherwise I would be apathetic, dull, and
lulled to sleep by pleasure
I’m glad your here.
You remind me life is short and
to make sure I enjoy the little things.
You tell me to say I love you
to those close to me.
You make me aware that I need
something greater than myself.
By that, you have led me to spiritual pursuits
which have brought me great peace
in my afflictions.
I don’t wish you to leave,
I’m used to you and I realize
I cant truly love or live without you here.
Mr. Pain, thank you.

Mr P – Pain my companion

“Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”
phantasmagasm
Hey Mr P!
I’m so glad to have your acquaintance.
You’ve been by my side through good and bad.
You made sure I always was aware of you following behind me
I’m glad your here, without you, where would I be?
Because of you I’m sharp, on my toes and on guard
Otherwise I would be apathetic, dull, and
lulled to sleep by pleasure
I’m glad your here.
You remind me life is short and
to make sure I enjoy the little things.
You tell me to say I love you
to those close to me.
You make me aware that I need
something greater than myself.
By that, you have led me to spiritual pursuits
which have brought me great peace
in my afflictions.
I don’t wish you to leave,
I’m used to you and I realize
I cant truly love or live without you here.
Mr. Pain, thank you.