Out From the Flame
I sit alone, quietly staring into the flame
I watch the shadows of darkness and light
wrestle like my unbalanced self
I reunite with passion and desire
Raw and untamed, yet not physical
Removed from the flesh
I desire the essence of the flame
I desire pure love and the peace and happiness
that lies within
I want to be washed in the flame
Purified and reborn
With the wings of a phoenix
Out from the flame
I will soar…
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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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| Let Me Cry | 2 | 10/02/2009 |
| Special Friend | 1 | 10/02/2009 |
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| Now | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
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| I am Poetry | 0 | 10/01/2009 |
| Random Thoughts of Love | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
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| Indigo Light | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Surrender | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
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