Dynamite Heart

Can you see me..?      
     
           My head barely above the storm of snow      
     
                    that's blows at the tapering tips      
     
                              of this blazing torch      
     
                          a kind of touching karma      
     
                               I've lit the oiled wick      
     
                             on my dynamite heart      
     
                                 the burst & boom      
     
                          of a cold soul convection      
     
                           where the chilling lesson      
     
               can be forgotten in the blistering burn      
       
                   I repent in the stammering flames      
     
                             yet there's a frigid frost      
     
                                   that bites & nips      
     
               at the diaries of my white hot warmth      
     
                         my spirit of the purest north      
     
                                   weaves & warily      
     
                                       evaporates      
     
                                     drifts and lifts      
     
                     into the gifts of warm nightly airs      
       
                           soothing dynamic displays      
     
                           my aurora borealis resume      
     
                               of a sweet sovran pain      
     
                        mystically prances and dances      
            
                         in the tranquil notes of a silent      
     
                                        frozen night      
     
                                 a spiraling vexation      
     
                            forms my icicle thoughts      
     
                       frigid fangs of a fabulous cold      
     
                                   trying to take hold      
     
               the desolation of a deeply broken space      
     
                     my fragile place where I can taste      
     
                                 the dejected poison      
     
                in your ohh so precious parting notions      
     
                        you know I worship and revere      
     
                in the truims of a dearly departing death      
     
                                 where is this place      
     
                             that I may come to rest      
     
                                            please      
     
                       don't you forget about little ol E      
     
                              you must take me with      
     
                                     my soul pleads      
     
                 in the violent need for this elysian eden      
     
                                     where I may lay      
     
                   amongst the warm comforting clouds      
     
                              of courage & immortality      
     
                               that weep & wash away      
     
                                    at the fine sands      
     
                              of thee ever fading hand      
     
                               of our great father time      
     
                               the sentimental quench      
     
                               of an all knowing mind      
     
                 floating the wintery waters of dismay          
     
                       I comb the desiccated deserts  
 
                                  of consciousness      
     
                                   I trudge onwards      
     
                           towards the fleeting mirage      
     
                               of my never never land      
     
                        where never is never an option      
     
                       I freely float the scheming skies      
     
                         my burning wings lift and sing      
     
                         in the heat of a delicate desire      
                            
                                   a desire to dream      
     
                                   a desire to believe      
     
                        a desire to expire retire and be      
     
                 a sedative setting of ardent devotion      
     
                        has fawned on my eros urges      
     
                                       ice distilled      
     
                            within the fevering chills      
     
                       of where pure love converges      
     
     
                                                        ELÝ