Love is like a forest set to flame,
At first all consuming,
Then calm growth.
Such courage required to proclaim,
To expose our hearts like kindling,
Love is like a forest set to flame.
The passion starts blooming;
Red flowers in a field,
At first all consuming,
Swallows both.
Fertile ground,
Then calm growth.
When you are first against the wall,
There is little time to think,
Blinded, afraid, then executed.
You labor your chest to rise and fall,
Your stomach, your bowls both sink,
When you are first against the wall.
The mind is pushed to the brink,
Belabored, oppressed, and persecuted,
There is little time to think,
To realize it is yourself you’ve prosecuted,
The genuine self, innocent, now polluted,
Blinded, afraid, then executed.
Adoration grows
Once simple things, now complex,
Then simple again.
The world made finite and small,
Then explodes beyond us all.
Strange sounds and dark concepts,
Where mind and heart confer
To find a consensus
Which the senses will concur.
Perhaps the world restrained,
Will grant my mind rapport,
Bound in contradictions
No mission could restore.
What of this is danger?
Which of us is damning?
I subdue the bizarre,
While you are off dancing.
Not unlike the sun,
I am a product of accretion
A swirling turmoil of simpler things
Brought unto catastrophe
Dissected
Remade.
Simple ideas became complex
Unrecognizable
Weighted down by substance
Complex ideas become clingy
Looking for others to latch onto
Creating relationships and
definition.
This way I am made fire
This way I am made air
This way I am made earth
I am made water
I am made Carbon
Nitrogen
Magnesium
I am made so many things
Both real and imagined,
dreamed.
Until I am made death,
Until I am made to explode
In kindness.
Grow Gray With Me 