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Fire Signs
I used to be your fantasy—
Memory of a younger day.
Until you met the rest of me,
Now no more look at me that way.
Oh, it could have been Fate's design...
Never in life felt love like this.
Still, when you dance a fire sign,
There's no getting over its kiss.
Even as rivers of hell rise
To wash with flame your wayward soul,
In your head you still see those eyes
As all earthy ambition slows.
To detriment of sovereign wills,
Where stubborn pride won't step aside;
It's but the blood of love that spills,
For something you could have let slide.
That need to control all facets
Of those you love you never see,
Until the friction brings ashes
To all that once was you and me.
The banner raised, I stand unfazed...
Ultimatum ever ignored.
Look to the blaze, both eyes aglaze
At silhouette I so adored...
At hate brought forth from depths of love,
Watching eyes glow with fevered spite.
A seethe I'll never rise above,
The words curse me unto the Night...
Till morning's rising sun finds you
A day, a month, a lifetime passed,
Haze on eyes yielding not a clue
You ever felt something so vast...
Yet not all slips to silent grace,
A man can only get so high.
As the fingers still trace her face,
On rim of glass, drinking to die.
Everything lost to a spell cast,
You never again speak that name.
Burnt, knowing it could never last...
Still deep down long to dance that flame.
9/07/15
Published 8th Sep 2015
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8th Sep 2015 7:27am
9th Sep 2015 8:36pm
Thank you for stopping by my page and commenting, mniw, and welcome to DuP. Haven't had much time for reading the past few days but when I do I will surely look you up. Glad you enjoyed.
Michael
Michael
8th Sep 2015 11:24pm
9th Sep 2015 8:42pm
And being controlled against your wishes is strangulation of the soul. Not sure I follow your second statement, Ahavati... it seems acceptance might be the final gasp for many to me. Thank you for stopping by, and for your intriguing comment. Always a pleasure to see you here.
Michael
Michael
When we "yearn' for something other than what is, we are not in the present moment, thus we miss any and all opportunity to grow. The present moment, accepting what is, is the only avenue to true growth. Acceptance of what is, e.g. - breakup or loss, may feel like a mini-death but it's actually a new beginning. When we yearn and ignore the moment, it will always be waiting for us when we come home. Because, we can't move on until we've learned the lesson we are to learn in order to raise our vibration to the next level.
No where to run to; no where to hide.
11th Sep 2015 2:05am
Ah, I like the way you put that. Maybe even inspires some hope in me for acceptance of something I really hadn't truly wished to face. I thank you, Ahavati, for your clarification. Your words mean much.
Michael
Michael
8th Sep 2015 11:57pm
I envision a loner, a man a bit difficult to live with who has found his love...but is unable to receive her bc of his temperment and perhaps he feels he doesn't deserve her...yet his mind and poetry will not let her go.
9th Sep 2015 8:53pm
Pretty close to spot on in your draw on this one, shauna. Definitely a loner and hard to love. I thank you for gracing my page, and your insight. Looking forward to reading more of you.
Michael
Michael
9th Sep 2015 1:07am
You wrote a lovely poem here. One that speaks of loneliness and longing. But rich and in depth to feel the hurt. I am sure most of us have at one point felt these emotional struggles where everything seems to be an anchor to the memory. I certainly relate to it, and still come across weird things that conjure old loves. For a moment I engage, and then I let it go. It's all I can do. Excellent write Michael.
9th Sep 2015 8:59pm
Indeed, letting go is all you can do, DPW, and still you squeeze just a little bit first. Embrace the pain, just to feel something...anything), before going back to the empty reality of life without her. S'posed to get easier they say...lol. Somehow I think you just get more used to it.. thank you for stopping by and reflecting. :) Always happy to see you here, my friend.
Michael
Michael
11th Sep 2015 00:54am
This is a dark beauty, Darkness. Brings to mind Poe and obsessive love. You rhyme in such a sublime manner, I didn't realize the rhyme until my second read. Love the *facets* verse, very alive and true. *Everything lost to a spell cast.
11th Sep 2015 2:13am
Thank you so much shauna, for the (re)visit. :) Absolutely nothing worse than being head over heels in love with something that's completely, and ultimately bad for you. Every time you're picking up the pieces of your soul you ask yourself why you keep going back... and there's never a justifiable reason. I'll just call it my Poe complex. :) Appreciate your kind words.
Michael
Michael
