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Born of Fire
- Born of Fire -
All this is: me!
What doth it mean to be an Aries on the cusp of Pisces?
Born of fire, tempered by water, both in ideal harmony,
Like yang and yin, all furies in balance and whole bliss!
Even those words are not enough to convey the entirety,
Of what it means to be as I, and to walk my long path…
As I exist embodying passion and compassion together.
There are oft the times, when I feel old fire and wrath…
But they always pass, like the flutter of an angel feather.
My will is strong, my ideals lofty and sometimes grand,
Beyond the scope of my means to comprehend the whole!
My thoughts oft are too big to hold in even a titan’s hand,
But they are mine, and so I embrace them hotly and cold.
With both raw feeling and icy logic I try to know as I may,
Even things unknowable to many, for I hath many a gift…
To puzzle out the things which the gods attempt to convey.
My heart is ever aflame, its’ fire divine and able to uplift,
Those whose hearts call to mine own with earnest need!
I never refuse even one, for I am passionate in caring too.
In sacrifice for others I am tireless even should I to bleed,
And I will try always to make loved ones’ dreams true…
With whatever magic and power is mine own to enchant.
A smile can make me to hunger for something far more,
Embracing, kissing, until I sweat, and cry out, and pant!
For, passion is the fuel that blazes hotly within my core.
Born I was in the way I am, and it is quite unchanging!
Unique and different, dancing to music of my making…
Ever creating, forming from fresh clay and rearranging.
Breathing life into all I touch, never fleeing nor quaking,
But remaining steadfast for the sake of my noblest goals.
It matters less in whose image I was fashioned and then,
Whether it be a soothing heaven or a hell’s hottest coals…
Or a god beyond all who bade my spirit to be back when:
Than how I act and what I teach, and all that I can give!
Life is a precious gift, and the giver is most blest in turn,
When from our being’s bounty we help others to so live.
To exist in ways more perfect, for which all folk yearn!
Though an Aries can be stubborn when it is called for…
The passivity of the Pisces in me helps to temper, such.
Yang and yin, embodying all and yearning for far more,
Crafting from chaos until what is built consists of much!
One like unto myself holds great burdens to their breast,
But only we can bear it, for we were made to be thusly.
To ease difficult times, we live with a truly insane zest,
Born from my inner child who loves to dance with glee.
All this is: me!
All this is: me!
What doth it mean to be an Aries on the cusp of Pisces?
Born of fire, tempered by water, both in ideal harmony,
Like yang and yin, all furies in balance and whole bliss!
Even those words are not enough to convey the entirety,
Of what it means to be as I, and to walk my long path…
As I exist embodying passion and compassion together.
There are oft the times, when I feel old fire and wrath…
But they always pass, like the flutter of an angel feather.
My will is strong, my ideals lofty and sometimes grand,
Beyond the scope of my means to comprehend the whole!
My thoughts oft are too big to hold in even a titan’s hand,
But they are mine, and so I embrace them hotly and cold.
With both raw feeling and icy logic I try to know as I may,
Even things unknowable to many, for I hath many a gift…
To puzzle out the things which the gods attempt to convey.
My heart is ever aflame, its’ fire divine and able to uplift,
Those whose hearts call to mine own with earnest need!
I never refuse even one, for I am passionate in caring too.
In sacrifice for others I am tireless even should I to bleed,
And I will try always to make loved ones’ dreams true…
With whatever magic and power is mine own to enchant.
A smile can make me to hunger for something far more,
Embracing, kissing, until I sweat, and cry out, and pant!
For, passion is the fuel that blazes hotly within my core.
Born I was in the way I am, and it is quite unchanging!
Unique and different, dancing to music of my making…
Ever creating, forming from fresh clay and rearranging.
Breathing life into all I touch, never fleeing nor quaking,
But remaining steadfast for the sake of my noblest goals.
It matters less in whose image I was fashioned and then,
Whether it be a soothing heaven or a hell’s hottest coals…
Or a god beyond all who bade my spirit to be back when:
Than how I act and what I teach, and all that I can give!
Life is a precious gift, and the giver is most blest in turn,
When from our being’s bounty we help others to so live.
To exist in ways more perfect, for which all folk yearn!
Though an Aries can be stubborn when it is called for…
The passivity of the Pisces in me helps to temper, such.
Yang and yin, embodying all and yearning for far more,
Crafting from chaos until what is built consists of much!
One like unto myself holds great burdens to their breast,
But only we can bear it, for we were made to be thusly.
To ease difficult times, we live with a truly insane zest,
Born from my inner child who loves to dance with glee.
All this is: me!
Published 18th Oct 2014
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For my illustration for this poem I decided to use one of my most recent photos, one that was an absolutely perfect match for the whole feel of the poem. Methinks it was quite the inspired choice! :D (Plus I look simply amazing in that dress, which isn’t a bad reason either.)
18th Oct 2014 8:16am
this is quite a formidable self-portrait. carved into the sky w/a flaming sword...
18th Oct 2014 8:48am
Well, I've oft been told I have the spirit of a proud warrior queen so that is pretty much the only way I could craft a proper self-portrait of myself: with a flaming sword indeed. I am glad you enjoyed the poem, John! Good to hear from you. :)
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- Edited 18th Oct 2014 3:24pm
18th Oct 2014 3:23pm
Fire from the flame, rising fire, burning slow....so much brightness shines through this piece of work, dear Jessica, and oh my, you look fabulous in that outfit...you are beautiful....
19th Oct 2014 6:02am
Thank you so much, Mourganna! I am honored doubly by both your praise of my poetry and of my beauty as well. It does my heart good, my friend! Again it is a pleasure to read your wonderful comments. :D
19th Oct 2014 9:41am
Take what is whole and see it in every part. That's a solid way to celebrate all of your persona.
20th Oct 2014 6:21am
Indeed! Glad you came by to my little celebration here too. Always a pleasure, my friend! :D
