Prestige Campfire

I never did it for attention,
I just did it for myself.
To bring the deep within above to breathe
and bathe within the light.
"I hate to inconvenience you,
But would you edit my thoughts?"
It all seemed so false.
Instead I scribbled pages in notebooks
and sprawled them round the house.
Sometimes the deep within can be sunburned;
It loathes to see the sun.
That's why I burned the notebooks
and watched the ink blacken and float away.
The orange red bonfire glow reflecting the death of unfinished thoughts and phrases on my face
felt like a virgin sacrifice to volcano gods to ensure a good harvest.
The words reflect on the oft conflicted pet within a terrarium
As I was looking in from above.
I'm within the thick glass,
Looking in on myself.
Which self is self?
As if the Prestige.

Paint me Transcendent

Virtue from a crackerjack box;

I miss the self that was at birth,

Enthralled with life love.

Waxing and waning,

I wish to be one with the sun

And have no dark side.

I miss my love

I miss my sparkling devotion.

I yearn to burn the fat from my soul.

Paint me transcendent.

I am too many things.

I never learned not to jump head first

I didn't realize how deep I was
Until I escaped the well.
The cord had merely snapped
And I simply, quietly fell.
Gravitas of saddened hearts
Climbing out of the numbing waters.
Sad to fall, but sadder still
To see the rope was cut.

Renga 1

Winter's waters still,
Well shafts deep into darkness.
Mine own eyes I see,
Mirrors for the souls desires
Trapped beneath the frost.

Afterglow

I have already seen the afterglow
But the natal glow
Is yet to be known by my eyes

Its too late to play
The drums in the living room
But play them anyways
So we can camouflage the words
That make sound ugly

I prefer not knowing
The pasts, but they keep showering
Them upon me.

Take your fire hose of woes
And place them gently in your room
Take the key and swallow it
So we can revisit that place
In a few hours

In the interim
If the silence is prodigious
Just know the word you chose
Was the wrong one

I know not what the future holds
But I know it glows
Like soft coals in the summer sun

I have seen the afterglow
And it burns
Like a thousand suns

Pure Waters

One breath to speak a word,
Two ears so we can hear it.
One man to change the world,
Two eyes so we can see it.
We are not permanent,
This world is transient.
Though hope is everlasting--
In these cool waters.

If I am strong I can,
I can believe in being.
If I am smart I can,
Discern my own hearts meaning.
In times of confidence
Your smile is so appealing.
But when I'm down I miss--
These cool waters.

If I had fallen down,
If I was sullied crying.
Would you be there for me,
Though I be dead and dying?
I have no certainty
If what I say are lies though.
I am truthful in--
These cool waters.

I am whole
I am strong
I am.
I am whole
I am strong
I am.

Hold on to love she said
Hold on to what that smile means
Hold on to innocence
Despite the pain your feeling
You are not decadent
You are not the earth you live in
You are pure and whole--
In these cool waters.