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Fire
A flame
licking the underside
of the beast
A beast set to stew,
a volatile concoction
a bubbling brew
An exothermic animal
rigged to explode,
The chains on my passion
have begun to erode
It's the call of the wild,
I'm just a pot under pressure
ready to spew my heart out,
to knock out the bars
in this cage of confessions
It's just solifluction,
my slopes set to slide
as this warmth permeates
up through my core
it teases out the 'shards of me',
the shards that tried to hide
It's rattling my guard,
my limiting guide,
egging me on
begging me to let myself out
To let me be me
to shout 'my bit' out
to give what I have
to ease my hearts plight
if only for a moment
a second in the light.
licking the underside
of the beast
A beast set to stew,
a volatile concoction
a bubbling brew
An exothermic animal
rigged to explode,
The chains on my passion
have begun to erode
It's the call of the wild,
I'm just a pot under pressure
ready to spew my heart out,
to knock out the bars
in this cage of confessions
It's just solifluction,
my slopes set to slide
as this warmth permeates
up through my core
it teases out the 'shards of me',
the shards that tried to hide
It's rattling my guard,
my limiting guide,
egging me on
begging me to let myself out
To let me be me
to shout 'my bit' out
to give what I have
to ease my hearts plight
if only for a moment
a second in the light.
Published 15th Sep 2012
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16th Sep 2012 5:03am
Your a man on fire, Duncan, and so is this poem. I loved the part where you said;
"It's the call of the wild,
I'm just a pot under pressure
ready to spew my heart out,
to knock out the bars
in this cage of confessions"
I know that feeling, it's so liberatingly frustrating. And I know that's contradictory, but it's liberating to realize and acknowledge those feelings, but frustrating to have to keep them locked up. Very much a fan of this one.
AlwaysCaliban
"It's the call of the wild,
I'm just a pot under pressure
ready to spew my heart out,
to knock out the bars
in this cage of confessions"
I know that feeling, it's so liberatingly frustrating. And I know that's contradictory, but it's liberating to realize and acknowledge those feelings, but frustrating to have to keep them locked up. Very much a fan of this one.
AlwaysCaliban
16th Sep 2012 2:01pm
Well put Caliban, it's quite surprising how much sense many oxymorons make. Frustration has a habit of causing a hell of a lot of strife. Knowing that the things are there, although being rather liberating, sometimes leaves me feeling like an accessory to the imprisonment of those feelings which only serves to add to the frustration. Appreciate the comment. :)
Duncan
Duncan
